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Poor Clark. Poor Lex. That’s all I’m going to say. And also, time for a rating! Whoo-hoo!
This part is rated 4—for sexual situations. Look on my users page for an explanation of the rating system.
And now on to the story!
XI Sometimes It Seems Like A Good Idea…
Clark felt a little bleary, and little fuzzy and a little giddy. He giggled at everything Yvette said and Lex looked so shiny and happy and pretty and …he leaned over and sniffed. Yep. That was Lex smelling so good. In fact he smelled so good he leaned in again, shoved his nose in the crook of his neck and sniffed loudly. Lex jumped back and looked at him in open-mouthed astonishment for a moment, and then burst into laughter. “Did you just smell me?”
Clark watched a thousand Lexes laughing in the mirrored interior of the elevator and grinned back. “Unh-hunh.” He felt rather proud of himself and he wanted to tell Lex what he’d realized, that a Lex Luthor was much more fascinating and pretty than a Lana Lang, but he wasn’t sure which one of the shiny, happy Lexes he should tell….
The brother and sister exchanged grins and Clark didn’t care what they thought. He felt good right now and he planned to keep feeling good. Okay, his plans were kind of nebulous and included Lex in some vague but pant’s tightening way. Unless he was reading the signals Alain had thrown Lex wrong, if he worked hard, he might have a chance of explaining to Lex what he’d discovered. He was pretty sure the guy’s hand on Lex’s ass all the way up in the elevator signaled that there was a possibility Lex might be receptive to his wonderful discovery. Heck, thinking about the way he’d guzzled and just about sucked on those bottles of Tynant and all those pool cues he’d fondled in front of him, Lex might even be happy about the idea.
Sadly those plans nose-dived into flaming wreckage when they entered their suite. Lex commanded Clark to go to bed.
“What?” Clark was deeply offended and kind of hurt.
“It’s kind of past bedtime for you Clark—we have an early flight tomorrow. You really should get some sleep.”
The siblings sat on either side of Lex on the couch, like sleek and self-satisfied vultures. Their fingers danced all over Lex, fleeting little touches here and there on his shoulders, his neck, his throat…Lex didn’t stop them and Clark got angrier and angrier until he suddenly felt a weird unsettling warmth at the back of his eyes and quickly shut them. Damn!
He hadn’t lost control of his heat vision like this since the first time it appeared, when Desiree tried to move in on Lex…and that memory wasn’t helping either...he gulped and kept his eyes shut. Okay, maybe the alcohol was screwing up his ability to control himself. Yeah, that was it. He weaved on his feet. Okay, all right-- he was totally drunk. When had that happened?
He snarled and whirled around and stalked off to his bedroom. He felt a sharp lance of pain behind his eyelids when he heard laughter floating behind him.
******
Clark woke up startled. He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep. He was sprawled across the bed, naked. At some point he’d stripped his clothes off, and he did remember being horribly, horribly hot, he must have been more affected by the wine then he’d thought. His head was whirling slowly and his stomach was looping in gentle circles. The room was quiet and totally dark.
Lex must have gone to bed too, the whole suite was quiet…Clark was about to go back to sleep when he heard a strange noise, a weird drawn out moan, a sound like—he blushed, could feel it flaming from his hairline to his toes. It sounded like sex. He knew somehow it was Lex—Wow. Lex must be…doing… it. Doing—having sex, wasn’t there any way t o put it so it didn’t sound so…oh my god, there he went again.
Clark felt his penis surge against his thigh and he cupped himself and looked down. “Forget it. You don’t have a date with anyone but me,” he muttered bitterly. He threw his head back against the pillows and told the ceiling, “I’ll be a virgin ‘til I die.”
He stared at his bedroom door. Would it be wrong to stand outside *Lex’s* bedroom door and listen? How about if he just sat here and just turned up the vision and…peeked? Just a little…or maybe listen, just a bit—what was the use of having the ability to do those things if you didn’t use it once in a while….
No—God no! What was he thinking…standing outside his door was creepy and wrong, besides what if Yvette came out and decided to describe what was happening behind that door blow by blow and explain how it was a melding of flesh and art—and using his powers—that was just…just---okay, way tempting but so, so, *so* wrong….
God, Lex was making noise again, he sounded so sexy. Clark wondered if he was getting close to coming… this is so perverted, he moaned to himself and squeezed a little harder. He was about to put his pillow over his head when he heard Alain’s voice clearly as if he were sitting on the bed with him. “Suck me little rabbit, you do it so well.”
That wasn’t his fault! His ears just lost control. He pouted. It was all Lex’s damn fault with all the sexiness and the…
Wait a minute.
Shit!! *Alain* was in there with him. I was so right! I knew Lex liked guys too! he thought triumphantly, until he realized it might possibly have been him in there with Lex instead. God damn Stooge bastard!
Clark shoved down under the covers until his head was covered. He was going to stay here until morning came or until the desire to rip Alain apart faded…a high feminine scream made him jump.
Wait a minute, what the fuck…Alain *and* Yvette were in there? It was true—Lex was a freak. He gasped, dizzy and certain that every drop of blood in his body had just rushed to his crotch. He was harder than he could ever remember being and it was murderous. He reached for the stupid little basket by the bedside and knocked it over lunging for the lotion in it. He hoped sincerely it didn’t have some weird fruity smell, but really, at this point it could have smelled like—like fricking gardenias—he didn’t care anymore. He squeezed a handful out of the bottle and began stroking himself, rough and fast—he needed to come and come right now.
He was actively trying to keep Lex out of his head and come anyway when a hand drifted across his chest and pinched a nipple.
Only years and years of trying to appear human kept Clark from reacting the way his body was screaming for him too, and thus Yvette was spared being knocked through a wall.
Clark’s eyes shot open and locked on hers. She was standing over him, wearing nothing but a wicked smile. “Oh, my,” she breathed, looking down at Clark like he was a feast spread out just for her. “It’s true what they say about big feet.”
She smiled and climbed onto the bed, and Clark’s penis twitched when she lowered herself over him, hot and wet--a moan burst from him as she rubbed herself across his erection. He grabbed her hips, fingers flexing over her rear, and bucked up against her, trying to get more friction, more sensation. She groaned, chuckled and leaned forward, her tongue blazing a trail from nipple to nipple, stopping to nip and suck and Clark felt woozy with the wonderfully unfamiliar sensation and the smell, the wonderfully familiar smell.
He sniffed deep and his penis flexed hard, pulsed wetly. Yvette gasped and rocked hard against him. “Again,” she said and Clark sniffed deep and began to rock back, groaning. She lifted her hips off of him and held his penis upright in her hot little hand, began to lower herself again and Clark yelped when the head of his dick brushed against her, slid over her and not quite into her. oh my God, I’m going to have actual sex, sex with another person—sex with not my hand he babbled to himself and shook all over. No, not now—wait! he yelled silently at his poor over stimulated penis.
Yvette stopped moving suddenly and Clark groaned. She hovered over him, a look of understanding dawning on her face, followed by a look that would do a hungry lioness proud. Clark moaned and bit his lip. Oooooh, God don’t stop…going to come right now… and she asked, “Are you a virgin?” Now? Conversation now? he began to shake his head no, sighed and nodded.
“How wonderful—Lex was a virgin too our first time—oh,” a thoughtful look on her face as she continued, “ and also a virgin with Alain!”
Clark gasped, quivered, and at that moment several things happened at once-- the door opened and Alain looked over his sister’s shoulder, and behind him, looking appalled--Clark closed his eyes and gasped out, "*Lex!*" and began to come and Yvette and her heat were abruptly gone-- he came alone, over his chest and belly, penis pulsing hard, the most embarrassing sounds tearing out of his throat and he just knew it had to be a dream, a nightmare, a hallucination. He imagined he heard Yvette say something and he desperately tried to pry his eyes open but they were too heavy and he was so tired and the room was spinning again….
Continued in part 9
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Poor Clark. Poor Lex. That’s all I’m going to say. And also, time for a rating! Whoo-hoo!
This part is rated 4—for sexual situations. Look on my users page for an explanation of the rating system.
And now on to the story!
XI Sometimes It Seems Like A Good Idea…
Clark felt a little bleary, and little fuzzy and a little giddy. He giggled at everything Yvette said and Lex looked so shiny and happy and pretty and …he leaned over and sniffed. Yep. That was Lex smelling so good. In fact he smelled so good he leaned in again, shoved his nose in the crook of his neck and sniffed loudly. Lex jumped back and looked at him in open-mouthed astonishment for a moment, and then burst into laughter. “Did you just smell me?”
Clark watched a thousand Lexes laughing in the mirrored interior of the elevator and grinned back. “Unh-hunh.” He felt rather proud of himself and he wanted to tell Lex what he’d realized, that a Lex Luthor was much more fascinating and pretty than a Lana Lang, but he wasn’t sure which one of the shiny, happy Lexes he should tell….
The brother and sister exchanged grins and Clark didn’t care what they thought. He felt good right now and he planned to keep feeling good. Okay, his plans were kind of nebulous and included Lex in some vague but pant’s tightening way. Unless he was reading the signals Alain had thrown Lex wrong, if he worked hard, he might have a chance of explaining to Lex what he’d discovered. He was pretty sure the guy’s hand on Lex’s ass all the way up in the elevator signaled that there was a possibility Lex might be receptive to his wonderful discovery. Heck, thinking about the way he’d guzzled and just about sucked on those bottles of Tynant and all those pool cues he’d fondled in front of him, Lex might even be happy about the idea.
Sadly those plans nose-dived into flaming wreckage when they entered their suite. Lex commanded Clark to go to bed.
“What?” Clark was deeply offended and kind of hurt.
“It’s kind of past bedtime for you Clark—we have an early flight tomorrow. You really should get some sleep.”
The siblings sat on either side of Lex on the couch, like sleek and self-satisfied vultures. Their fingers danced all over Lex, fleeting little touches here and there on his shoulders, his neck, his throat…Lex didn’t stop them and Clark got angrier and angrier until he suddenly felt a weird unsettling warmth at the back of his eyes and quickly shut them. Damn!
He hadn’t lost control of his heat vision like this since the first time it appeared, when Desiree tried to move in on Lex…and that memory wasn’t helping either...he gulped and kept his eyes shut. Okay, maybe the alcohol was screwing up his ability to control himself. Yeah, that was it. He weaved on his feet. Okay, all right-- he was totally drunk. When had that happened?
He snarled and whirled around and stalked off to his bedroom. He felt a sharp lance of pain behind his eyelids when he heard laughter floating behind him.
******
Clark woke up startled. He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep. He was sprawled across the bed, naked. At some point he’d stripped his clothes off, and he did remember being horribly, horribly hot, he must have been more affected by the wine then he’d thought. His head was whirling slowly and his stomach was looping in gentle circles. The room was quiet and totally dark.
Lex must have gone to bed too, the whole suite was quiet…Clark was about to go back to sleep when he heard a strange noise, a weird drawn out moan, a sound like—he blushed, could feel it flaming from his hairline to his toes. It sounded like sex. He knew somehow it was Lex—Wow. Lex must be…doing… it. Doing—having sex, wasn’t there any way t o put it so it didn’t sound so…oh my god, there he went again.
Clark felt his penis surge against his thigh and he cupped himself and looked down. “Forget it. You don’t have a date with anyone but me,” he muttered bitterly. He threw his head back against the pillows and told the ceiling, “I’ll be a virgin ‘til I die.”
He stared at his bedroom door. Would it be wrong to stand outside *Lex’s* bedroom door and listen? How about if he just sat here and just turned up the vision and…peeked? Just a little…or maybe listen, just a bit—what was the use of having the ability to do those things if you didn’t use it once in a while….
No—God no! What was he thinking…standing outside his door was creepy and wrong, besides what if Yvette came out and decided to describe what was happening behind that door blow by blow and explain how it was a melding of flesh and art—and using his powers—that was just…just---okay, way tempting but so, so, *so* wrong….
God, Lex was making noise again, he sounded so sexy. Clark wondered if he was getting close to coming… this is so perverted, he moaned to himself and squeezed a little harder. He was about to put his pillow over his head when he heard Alain’s voice clearly as if he were sitting on the bed with him. “Suck me little rabbit, you do it so well.”
That wasn’t his fault! His ears just lost control. He pouted. It was all Lex’s damn fault with all the sexiness and the…
Wait a minute.
Shit!! *Alain* was in there with him. I was so right! I knew Lex liked guys too! he thought triumphantly, until he realized it might possibly have been him in there with Lex instead. God damn Stooge bastard!
Clark shoved down under the covers until his head was covered. He was going to stay here until morning came or until the desire to rip Alain apart faded…a high feminine scream made him jump.
Wait a minute, what the fuck…Alain *and* Yvette were in there? It was true—Lex was a freak. He gasped, dizzy and certain that every drop of blood in his body had just rushed to his crotch. He was harder than he could ever remember being and it was murderous. He reached for the stupid little basket by the bedside and knocked it over lunging for the lotion in it. He hoped sincerely it didn’t have some weird fruity smell, but really, at this point it could have smelled like—like fricking gardenias—he didn’t care anymore. He squeezed a handful out of the bottle and began stroking himself, rough and fast—he needed to come and come right now.
He was actively trying to keep Lex out of his head and come anyway when a hand drifted across his chest and pinched a nipple.
Only years and years of trying to appear human kept Clark from reacting the way his body was screaming for him too, and thus Yvette was spared being knocked through a wall.
Clark’s eyes shot open and locked on hers. She was standing over him, wearing nothing but a wicked smile. “Oh, my,” she breathed, looking down at Clark like he was a feast spread out just for her. “It’s true what they say about big feet.”
She smiled and climbed onto the bed, and Clark’s penis twitched when she lowered herself over him, hot and wet--a moan burst from him as she rubbed herself across his erection. He grabbed her hips, fingers flexing over her rear, and bucked up against her, trying to get more friction, more sensation. She groaned, chuckled and leaned forward, her tongue blazing a trail from nipple to nipple, stopping to nip and suck and Clark felt woozy with the wonderfully unfamiliar sensation and the smell, the wonderfully familiar smell.
He sniffed deep and his penis flexed hard, pulsed wetly. Yvette gasped and rocked hard against him. “Again,” she said and Clark sniffed deep and began to rock back, groaning. She lifted her hips off of him and held his penis upright in her hot little hand, began to lower herself again and Clark yelped when the head of his dick brushed against her, slid over her and not quite into her. oh my God, I’m going to have actual sex, sex with another person—sex with not my hand he babbled to himself and shook all over. No, not now—wait! he yelled silently at his poor over stimulated penis.
Yvette stopped moving suddenly and Clark groaned. She hovered over him, a look of understanding dawning on her face, followed by a look that would do a hungry lioness proud. Clark moaned and bit his lip. Oooooh, God don’t stop…going to come right now… and she asked, “Are you a virgin?” Now? Conversation now? he began to shake his head no, sighed and nodded.
“How wonderful—Lex was a virgin too our first time—oh,” a thoughtful look on her face as she continued, “ and also a virgin with Alain!”
Clark gasped, quivered, and at that moment several things happened at once-- the door opened and Alain looked over his sister’s shoulder, and behind him, looking appalled--Clark closed his eyes and gasped out, "*Lex!*" and began to come and Yvette and her heat were abruptly gone-- he came alone, over his chest and belly, penis pulsing hard, the most embarrassing sounds tearing out of his throat and he just knew it had to be a dream, a nightmare, a hallucination. He imagined he heard Yvette say something and he desperately tried to pry his eyes open but they were too heavy and he was so tired and the room was spinning again….
Continued in part 9
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