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roxyThis part is rated 4 for happy sex. Mind you, it didn’t make me happy—they were most uncooperative. Oh, they wanted to be there, they just wanted to get all freaky . I told them maybe next time.
Anyhoo, here be the next part of L&C, with my dear little boys.
Previous Parts are dancing in the moonlight—erf! My mistake, not dancing. Move along--nothing to see here.
Lex woke with a start--so hard and suddenly that his head pounded and he tried to sort out what the heck was going on. He swept an arm out along the bed…empty. He was alone, Clark was gone. He pinched the bridge of his nose and waiting for the pounding to subside--had it been a dream?
No, it was real, he’d slept with Clark—and afterward—Clark had curled around him, *slept* with him. And now the bed was empty.
Good.
He didn’t feel comfortable sharing a bed anyway. After Helen, he much preferred to sleep alone. He rolled to his back and spread his arms out, clasped his hands behind his head and enjoyed the space. He wondered where Clark was. He was probably in his own bed sound asleep. Lex hoped that the boy wasn’t too embarrassed—he would just have to explain to him that it was perfectly all right, that everyone was curious and there was no need to be ashamed for acting on his curiosity. It was something they could easily put behind them and never mention again. If the word love had been mentioned that was perfectly understandable also, and fairly meaningless. The sex act could be confusing and make one say…regrettable things some times. Well, it was fortunate that he’d had a lot of experience with curious and regretful persons. He could handle this with a minimum of fuss and hurt feelings.
He smiled. Funny, but his biggest worry had always been that he’d lose Clark over something like this, it had paralyzed him, not letting him move forward, *or* speak his mind but he had to admit-- it was almost worth it. He was never, ever going to forget Clark’s face, how amazed he’d looked, how beautiful…
Lex shivered. It was a little cold…he pulled the covers up to his bare chest and snuggled back into the pillow. He was still tired, but having some one in the bed did that—it just wasn’t relaxing. Hope I’m not coming down with anything, he thought. I don’t want to disappoint Clark by not sight seeing with him—he rubbed his throat. It felt a little sore, and his chest felt tight in a way that called up unpleasant memories.
Lex pulled the covers even with his chin. Any moment now, he’d get up and talk to Clark, try to sooth his no doubt jangled nerves, poor kid. Just let me close my eyes for a minute.
The next time Lex awoke, he was grasping at the wisps of a dream; it dissolved as he tried to recall it, leaving him terribly sad. It took a few seconds to realize he was awake thanks to an enormous commotion outside of his door.
Bang bang. “Open up Lex!”
Lex got out of bed and pulled on a robe, belting it viciously as he went to open the door. Am I going to have to deal with resentment as well as regret, he thought angrily? Clark tumbled through, balancing a tray. He glanced at Lex’s robe with a fleeting look of disappointment.
“Oh, hey! I know it’s a little late for breakfast but I had a hard time figuring out the stove temperatures, but look--success! I got it finally!”
Clark babbled on happily, arranging the tray on the bed, completely unaware that Lex was looking at him nonplussed. He squeaked in pleased surprise when Lex threw his arms around him and kissed his cheek.
“Lex! Wow.” He smiled and kissed Lex back on the mouth and with enthusiasm. “I was kind of afraid you regretted getting involved with me this way.” He held up the tray, “That’s why I come with bribes. But I guess not, hunh?”
Lex grinned, and could feel his ears turning red. He ducked his head to hide the blush and asked Clark what he had.
“Fruit, and scrambled eggs and bread and jam…I kind of faked a breakfast.”
Lex settled on the bed, and took a slice of buttered bread and a wedge of orange. “This is very nice of you Clark.”
“No it’s not,” he grinned around a mouthful of food. “I was starving, and you have to be too and we need to keep our strength up.”
Lex nodded, “Wise Clark, very wise.” He reached for the small pot on the tray and sniffed. Tea? Oh dear--coffee. Can you live on a farm and not know how to make coffee? He smiled. He’d teach him how. “We definitely need our strength, have a lot of walking to do today.”
Clarks face fell in a way that was almost comical. "But…but…no. No sight seeing,” he said firmly.
Lex raised an eyebrow, “No? But we have reservations for—and I planned--”
Clark moved the tray onto the bedside table and eased Lex onto his back. Lex tried to rise from the bed but Clark settled himself over him. “I thought we’d have breakfast in bed and then have…you know.”
“I do?” Lex grinned. He felt warm and relaxed, loose “…what? What do you want?”
“You know!” Clark laughed and turned bright red. “Sex,” he whispered.
“Okay.” Lex whispered back.
“Yeah?” Clark asked and his eyes shone. He smiled and smiled and through the robe and Clark’s boxers Lex felt him stiffening, shifting against him. He closed his eys and lifted his hips a fraction and Clark gasped. “Lex!”
Lex kept his eyes closed and concentrated on the heat, the weight of Clark’s body, and the feeling until Clark coaxed him up off the bed, and slipped the robe off of him.
It made him even harder. He was naked, completely naked and open to Clark’s stare. Clark swallowed and raised his eyes to Lex’s. “You’re beautiful.”
Lex shook his head no, but Clark wasn’t looking at his face, he was absorbed in watching his hand slide over Lex’s skin, tracing the line of muscle and the veins on his arms, his hands, following the faint, pale dusting of fine hairs that ran from his navel to his dick.
Clark blushed harder and spoke in a low husky voice, “I thought you’d be completely hairless—I like this…” and tugged gently on the sparse fine hairs.
Lex’s dick jumped and Clark made a small noise and trailed long fingers along the length, when it rose to his touch he sighed happily. He pulled his finger away from the head and a thick fluid drop clung to the tip. He lifted it to his mouth, his tongue extended to touch it and Lex whispered reverently, “Oh…fuck…” his gray eyes large and stunned.
Clark watched him as he stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked hard. Lex twitched, his dick rose and Clark leaned closer. “Do you want me to…”
Lex gasped, “Clark, whatever you feel comfortable with.”
“Tell me! What do you want me to do?”
“I--oh god—suck me? I mean… oh god, suck me!” He groaned louder when Clark’s lips grazed him. Clark chuckled and lowered his head, took Lex’s dick into his hand and kissed the tip, slowly, carefully, not sure what to expect. He made a small sound of appreciation, and licked him like an ice cream cone. Lex shook and his hips rose from the bed, “Damn it!”
Clark stopped and jerked back. “What? What did I do wrong?”
“Honey, not you! No—I thought—I almost…”
Clark grinned. “You called me honey.”
Lex frowned. “You talk too much, Clark.”
“Then I need to keep my mouth busy.” Lex would have smirked at that but he was too busy moaning. He held Clark’s head and moved in short careful thrusts, not deep enough to hurt, and Clark made noises that made Lex want to come. Need to come. Clark sucked and licked him, and closed his hand around the shaft and jerked him while he sucked and he did it all so carefully with such and air of concentration that Lex gave up all pretense of being in control of himself and starting yelling.
Clark hissed and pulled away. “God! I’m going to come if you don’t stop and I don’t want to come yet--”
“Come Clark, please! I have to come!” Lex heard himself begging and pleading and was beyond caring—at this point he would have done anything for Clark, just so he’d continue—he was getting to the point where he’d do anything*to* Clark if he stopped.
*******
Lex was begging and pleading and squeezing his shoulder and it was almost too much for Clark to understand. He was making Lex into this puddle of need, him, all by himself. The look on Lex’s face made his stomach clench, a warm wave rode his body and pooled in his groin, his chest felt too tight, but good—I love him. I know he loves meClark choked and dropped his head down, engulfed Lex’s dick and sucked it down—he swallowed once and Lex screamed. “Now, now--”
Clark held Lex down when he tried to pull away, he felt his dick pulse on his tongue and he swallowed fluid that jetted out into the back of his throat—all he could do is swallow and every time he did Lex screamed and yanked his hair and the parts of his mind that weren’t exploding along with Lex thought it was kind of cute.
The noise, the heat, the pure, concentrated sexiness--how could he hold out? His boxers were hot suddenly and then—they clung to his thighs wet and warm and all he could do was rest his head on Lex’s belly, moaning and gasping for air.
“You’re doing my laundry,” he moaned.
Lex gasped and groaned. “I have people to do that,” he panted. At Clark’s shocked look he laughed. “It’s okay, they’ve seen worse…not from me!” he protested at Clark’s look.
Clark crawled up on the bed and lay down next to Lex, who rolled towards him and wrapped a leg around Clark’s.
Clark sighed happily. “That was so cool…it didn’t taste bad either.” He blushed again and shoved his face under Lex’s arm. Lex pat his back.
“Don’t worry, Clark. I know what you mean. Shall we clean up some and then…”
Clark’s face lit up. “More sex? I like this sex thing. It’s great.”
Lex laughed. “I was thinking maybe we could actually eat breakfast or lunch or whatever it is by now.”
Clark grinned back. Lex looked amazing, even more relaxed since the first days of their trip. He was smiling with his whole face, eyes and mouth and his nose scrunched up a little… Clark felt like he finally knew what it was to be in love. It felt great. Happy, goofy, kind of scary--but great.
continued in part 18
Anyhoo, here be the next part of L&C, with my dear little boys.
Previous Parts are dancing in the moonlight—erf! My mistake, not dancing. Move along--nothing to see here.
Lex woke with a start--so hard and suddenly that his head pounded and he tried to sort out what the heck was going on. He swept an arm out along the bed…empty. He was alone, Clark was gone. He pinched the bridge of his nose and waiting for the pounding to subside--had it been a dream?
No, it was real, he’d slept with Clark—and afterward—Clark had curled around him, *slept* with him. And now the bed was empty.
Good.
He didn’t feel comfortable sharing a bed anyway. After Helen, he much preferred to sleep alone. He rolled to his back and spread his arms out, clasped his hands behind his head and enjoyed the space. He wondered where Clark was. He was probably in his own bed sound asleep. Lex hoped that the boy wasn’t too embarrassed—he would just have to explain to him that it was perfectly all right, that everyone was curious and there was no need to be ashamed for acting on his curiosity. It was something they could easily put behind them and never mention again. If the word love had been mentioned that was perfectly understandable also, and fairly meaningless. The sex act could be confusing and make one say…regrettable things some times. Well, it was fortunate that he’d had a lot of experience with curious and regretful persons. He could handle this with a minimum of fuss and hurt feelings.
He smiled. Funny, but his biggest worry had always been that he’d lose Clark over something like this, it had paralyzed him, not letting him move forward, *or* speak his mind but he had to admit-- it was almost worth it. He was never, ever going to forget Clark’s face, how amazed he’d looked, how beautiful…
Lex shivered. It was a little cold…he pulled the covers up to his bare chest and snuggled back into the pillow. He was still tired, but having some one in the bed did that—it just wasn’t relaxing. Hope I’m not coming down with anything, he thought. I don’t want to disappoint Clark by not sight seeing with him—he rubbed his throat. It felt a little sore, and his chest felt tight in a way that called up unpleasant memories.
Lex pulled the covers even with his chin. Any moment now, he’d get up and talk to Clark, try to sooth his no doubt jangled nerves, poor kid. Just let me close my eyes for a minute.
The next time Lex awoke, he was grasping at the wisps of a dream; it dissolved as he tried to recall it, leaving him terribly sad. It took a few seconds to realize he was awake thanks to an enormous commotion outside of his door.
Bang bang. “Open up Lex!”
Lex got out of bed and pulled on a robe, belting it viciously as he went to open the door. Am I going to have to deal with resentment as well as regret, he thought angrily? Clark tumbled through, balancing a tray. He glanced at Lex’s robe with a fleeting look of disappointment.
“Oh, hey! I know it’s a little late for breakfast but I had a hard time figuring out the stove temperatures, but look--success! I got it finally!”
Clark babbled on happily, arranging the tray on the bed, completely unaware that Lex was looking at him nonplussed. He squeaked in pleased surprise when Lex threw his arms around him and kissed his cheek.
“Lex! Wow.” He smiled and kissed Lex back on the mouth and with enthusiasm. “I was kind of afraid you regretted getting involved with me this way.” He held up the tray, “That’s why I come with bribes. But I guess not, hunh?”
Lex grinned, and could feel his ears turning red. He ducked his head to hide the blush and asked Clark what he had.
“Fruit, and scrambled eggs and bread and jam…I kind of faked a breakfast.”
Lex settled on the bed, and took a slice of buttered bread and a wedge of orange. “This is very nice of you Clark.”
“No it’s not,” he grinned around a mouthful of food. “I was starving, and you have to be too and we need to keep our strength up.”
Lex nodded, “Wise Clark, very wise.” He reached for the small pot on the tray and sniffed. Tea? Oh dear--coffee. Can you live on a farm and not know how to make coffee? He smiled. He’d teach him how. “We definitely need our strength, have a lot of walking to do today.”
Clarks face fell in a way that was almost comical. "But…but…no. No sight seeing,” he said firmly.
Lex raised an eyebrow, “No? But we have reservations for—and I planned--”
Clark moved the tray onto the bedside table and eased Lex onto his back. Lex tried to rise from the bed but Clark settled himself over him. “I thought we’d have breakfast in bed and then have…you know.”
“I do?” Lex grinned. He felt warm and relaxed, loose “…what? What do you want?”
“You know!” Clark laughed and turned bright red. “Sex,” he whispered.
“Okay.” Lex whispered back.
“Yeah?” Clark asked and his eyes shone. He smiled and smiled and through the robe and Clark’s boxers Lex felt him stiffening, shifting against him. He closed his eys and lifted his hips a fraction and Clark gasped. “Lex!”
Lex kept his eyes closed and concentrated on the heat, the weight of Clark’s body, and the feeling until Clark coaxed him up off the bed, and slipped the robe off of him.
It made him even harder. He was naked, completely naked and open to Clark’s stare. Clark swallowed and raised his eyes to Lex’s. “You’re beautiful.”
Lex shook his head no, but Clark wasn’t looking at his face, he was absorbed in watching his hand slide over Lex’s skin, tracing the line of muscle and the veins on his arms, his hands, following the faint, pale dusting of fine hairs that ran from his navel to his dick.
Clark blushed harder and spoke in a low husky voice, “I thought you’d be completely hairless—I like this…” and tugged gently on the sparse fine hairs.
Lex’s dick jumped and Clark made a small noise and trailed long fingers along the length, when it rose to his touch he sighed happily. He pulled his finger away from the head and a thick fluid drop clung to the tip. He lifted it to his mouth, his tongue extended to touch it and Lex whispered reverently, “Oh…fuck…” his gray eyes large and stunned.
Clark watched him as he stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked hard. Lex twitched, his dick rose and Clark leaned closer. “Do you want me to…”
Lex gasped, “Clark, whatever you feel comfortable with.”
“Tell me! What do you want me to do?”
“I--oh god—suck me? I mean… oh god, suck me!” He groaned louder when Clark’s lips grazed him. Clark chuckled and lowered his head, took Lex’s dick into his hand and kissed the tip, slowly, carefully, not sure what to expect. He made a small sound of appreciation, and licked him like an ice cream cone. Lex shook and his hips rose from the bed, “Damn it!”
Clark stopped and jerked back. “What? What did I do wrong?”
“Honey, not you! No—I thought—I almost…”
Clark grinned. “You called me honey.”
Lex frowned. “You talk too much, Clark.”
“Then I need to keep my mouth busy.” Lex would have smirked at that but he was too busy moaning. He held Clark’s head and moved in short careful thrusts, not deep enough to hurt, and Clark made noises that made Lex want to come. Need to come. Clark sucked and licked him, and closed his hand around the shaft and jerked him while he sucked and he did it all so carefully with such and air of concentration that Lex gave up all pretense of being in control of himself and starting yelling.
Clark hissed and pulled away. “God! I’m going to come if you don’t stop and I don’t want to come yet--”
“Come Clark, please! I have to come!” Lex heard himself begging and pleading and was beyond caring—at this point he would have done anything for Clark, just so he’d continue—he was getting to the point where he’d do anything*to* Clark if he stopped.
*******
Lex was begging and pleading and squeezing his shoulder and it was almost too much for Clark to understand. He was making Lex into this puddle of need, him, all by himself. The look on Lex’s face made his stomach clench, a warm wave rode his body and pooled in his groin, his chest felt too tight, but good—I love him. I know he loves meClark choked and dropped his head down, engulfed Lex’s dick and sucked it down—he swallowed once and Lex screamed. “Now, now--”
Clark held Lex down when he tried to pull away, he felt his dick pulse on his tongue and he swallowed fluid that jetted out into the back of his throat—all he could do is swallow and every time he did Lex screamed and yanked his hair and the parts of his mind that weren’t exploding along with Lex thought it was kind of cute.
The noise, the heat, the pure, concentrated sexiness--how could he hold out? His boxers were hot suddenly and then—they clung to his thighs wet and warm and all he could do was rest his head on Lex’s belly, moaning and gasping for air.
“You’re doing my laundry,” he moaned.
Lex gasped and groaned. “I have people to do that,” he panted. At Clark’s shocked look he laughed. “It’s okay, they’ve seen worse…not from me!” he protested at Clark’s look.
Clark crawled up on the bed and lay down next to Lex, who rolled towards him and wrapped a leg around Clark’s.
Clark sighed happily. “That was so cool…it didn’t taste bad either.” He blushed again and shoved his face under Lex’s arm. Lex pat his back.
“Don’t worry, Clark. I know what you mean. Shall we clean up some and then…”
Clark’s face lit up. “More sex? I like this sex thing. It’s great.”
Lex laughed. “I was thinking maybe we could actually eat breakfast or lunch or whatever it is by now.”
Clark grinned back. Lex looked amazing, even more relaxed since the first days of their trip. He was smiling with his whole face, eyes and mouth and his nose scrunched up a little… Clark felt like he finally knew what it was to be in love. It felt great. Happy, goofy, kind of scary--but great.
continued in part 18
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