Something different, but the same....
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roxyI thought I'd put this up and get back to my other story in a bit.
There were clothes on the bed in a pile, and Clark added to it as he tried to come up with some kind of costume. He should have let his mom put something together for him, because he couldn’t come up with a darn thing. The pirate getup he did last Halloween didn’t fit anymore, which sucked because he’d been counting on wearing it this year too. This year was absolutely going to be the best Halloween ever, because for the first time he was allowed to go to a party in Metropolis with Lex. *That* was such a miracle he wasn’t about to ask for money to get a costume.
*I bet Lex got a great costume. Watch, it’ll be Warrior Angel* Clark grinned to himself. *Or maybe Daddy Warbucks...Nah. Lex would never be that obvious…Damn. What am I going to be? *
He went back to rooting through his closet, discarding black jean and a black tee shirt after a moments consideration. Everyone was probably going to do the Goth thing, and even though it would be fun to wear makeup he really didn’t want to be one of hundreds of little fake Goth kids. Besides, this was a party in the city. The costumes were going to be the best and he was going to look like a dork. Should he ask Lex to help him get a costume together?
He was just about to give up when he caught sight of the tuxedo in the back of the closet.
“ Hmm. What about…” He took it out and stared at it. *Ok. So I’m going as…some guy in a tux. At least I’ll look clean. And Lex said I look good in a tux. * He looked at his hair in the mirror, combed it back with his fingers. Decided to slick it back like those guys in the classic movies did. He could say he was Cary Grant, or somebody….
About an hour later, Clark was in the kitchen, freshly showered, hair plastered back, and fiddling with the bowtie. He yanked it off and jammed it in his pocket, he’d get Lex to tie it later. He wandered around the kitchen a bit, enjoying the feeling of having the house to him self. His parents were enjoying a rare night out and Clark had teased them about going on a date and it was kind of cute *and* creepy that they *both* giggled when Clark warned them about misbehaving. Clark didn’t even want to know why they seemed enthusiastic about him staying overnight at the castle. Some things should just be scrubbed out of your brain with sandpaper….
He was just finishing a peanut butter sandwich and thinking about the night ahead *I’m staying over with Lex! * when there was a knock at the door and he leapt up to answer it. *Right on time! *
Lex’s driver was waiting for him on the porch and smiled when Clark stepped out. He raised an eyebrow. “ James Bond?” he asked with a smile as he opened the door for Clark.
“Hey, yeah! Thanks! I didn’t think of that! ” Clark beamed.
“ Very good Mr. Bond,” the driver the driver replied. He opened the door for Clark and winked. Clark grinned back and leaned in to greet Lex.Only, Lex wasn’t in the limo. The other passenger was a woman.
“Oh, hi…I’m…where’s Lex?” Clark blushed,” Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Lex’s friend Clark. Kent. Umm….” Clark slid into the seat facing the woman. He felt like an idiot and the woman just smiled at him. It was a nice smile though, not a smirky superior smile like most of Lex’s girl friends turned on him.
She wasn’t the usual type for Lex, either. She wasn’t some stunningly beautiful model-slash actress, but she had a sexiness that just radiated. The dim lights in the limo seemed to make her… shimmer She pushed a strand of hair behind one ear and raised an eyebrow. Her shoulder length reddish hair accented her blue eyes and the pink gloss on her lips made her smile look bright and inviting. She licked her lip and Clark watched the wet, pink tip of her tongue slide over the little scar on her upper lip.
Scar. On her upper lip.
He was going to kill Lex five kinds of dead. Then maybe dig him up and kill him again.
“ Ok, you jerk. Was that fun? Enjoy yourself?”
“Oh, Clark, you have no idea. Your expression! That was worth every bit of the torture it took to look like this!” Lex’s eyes sparkled as he grinned like a delighted child. Clark’s lips quirked as he fought back a grin, tried to look hurt and angry, before he gave up and joined Lex in laughing.
“ You! You really fooled me at first. You really look like a girl!” Clark was fascinated by the whole idea. He leaned forward and tentatively put his hand out. “ Hey, can I touch….”
Lex smirked, “ Yes, but be careful not to smear. I paid a ridiculously large amount of money to look like this.” He laughed as Clark barely touched his cheek with one finger. “ I think it can handle more than that, Clark. Go ahead, you can feel me, ah, the makeup….” Clark snorted and laid his fingers against Lex’s face.
“ Lex, it’s …weird. It’s you, and not you.. And the hair feels real.” He twisted a lock of it in his fingers and then quickly dropped it and sat back. Lex winced and looked away from Clark, but Clark didn’t notice. He was taking in Lex’s costume. The top looked like it was sleeveless, sequins sparkling in the low light in the limo. *The teal color looked good on Lex, * he thought, not totally aware that he was reacting to the costume as he would an outfit on Lana. He liked the jacket, liked the way it skimmed Lex’s waist and the way the skirt hugged and outlined his legs .He thought any girl would look good in that skirt.
“ Ah, Clark, if you’re through taking inventory, would you care to share your ‘secret identity’ with me?”
Without thinking Clark replied, “ Your escort.” And blushed to the tips of his ears. “I mean, um, James Bond?”
“Do you think I need a protector? Not that I don’t appreciate it.” He leaned back against the seat and smiled at Clark, watching him from hooded eyes as he slowly stretched his legs out straight. The skirt slid a little up his thighs, and Clark felt a funny twist in the pit of his stomach. “After all, what girl wouldn’t want James Bond at her side?”
Clark wished Lex wouldn’t call himself a girl. It was …upsetting in some way. It made him feel weird, like he’d fallen into some Alice in Wonderland rabbit hole, and everything was making *not* as much sense as it had a minute ago. He couldn’t keep his eyes from going to Lex’s legs. It wasn’t that they were so feminine looking; they did look nice, it was that they looked so…velvety. He wanted to touch them to see if they felt as smooth as they looked, see if they would be warm, or cool as porcelain under his palm. Lex meanwhile was watching him with a slightly amused look. Lex smirked, “ In case you’re wondering, no, Clark. I didn’t have to shave. I very rarely have to…shave.” He stroked a hand softly over his chin.
“Not like you.” And leaned forward and reached across the space between them, touched Clark’s slightly rough chin. Clark turned into the touch for a moment, and felt again like he was falling. It took all his willpower not to jerk away from the touch, afraid his response revealed too much, tried to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Too soon Lex moved away and Clark wanted him near again. He tried to think of some reason to get closer…*the tie*.
Clark pulled the ball of material out of his pocket and gestured at Lex with it.
“Can you help me with this thing, please. It just frustrated the hell out of me?” He grinned at Lex and said, “ I figured I’d ask an expert.”
Lex scooted to the edge of his seat.
“Here, give it to me.” Lex took the tie and leaned closer, his warm breath gusting over Clark’s chin. He closed his eyes and drank in the scent of Lex’s cologne. He had no idea what it was but it smelled good. He felt warm and heavy, as though he couldn’t move even if he wanted to.
Lex watched the boy as he adjusted the bow tie. He was aware that Clark was smelling him and that was…arousing. Lex leaned in closer still and when he spoke his lips almost touched Clark’s cheek. “There. All done.” He sat back after a pat on Clark’s chest. Lex congratulated himself on not letting his hand linger, or roam where it desperately wanted to. Even though looking at Clark, he got the distinct impression that it might not be an unwelcome idea.
He watched Clark’s eye’s widen when he smoothed a hand in a caressing motion over the skirt and pulled the hem down a little. He could have sworn Clark made a little noise but Clark looked at Lex so innocently….
Lex dropped his hand into his lap and looked hard at Clark. *Something’s different tonight. Clark’s different tonight*.
There was something in the air, change? Opportunity? Lex felt a little lick of fear. Was he ready for change in the friendship they’d established? Was he even reading the situation right? His hand went to the wig. He debated taking it off, at least till they got to the party. For some reason he was becoming very uncomfortable with it on. He didn’t *like* it .He felt like a stranger to himself and he didn’t want Clark to want that stranger. The moment passed as the car came to a stop. “Clark, here we are. Can you handle this?”
Clark looked quizzically at Lex. “Handle what Lex? I’ve been to Halloween parties before. It’s just…bigger.”
Lex smiled. “ Of course Clark.” The door opened. Clark got out, and turned to help Lex.He smiled sheepishly when he realized what he was doing but he just shrugged and grinned wider when Lex cocked an eyebrow at him.
“It’s my job to protect you, remember? So here I am, protecting” He even folded Lex’s arm around his, startling a laugh out of him.
“Ok, Mr. Bond, in we go. And I meant to tell you; you look very handsome in your tux. Good thing you have a license to kill. There’s every possibility you may need it tonight.”
The next few hours passed in a blur for Clark. Time alternated between crawling when Lex wasn’t with him, and flying when he was. Seeing Lex so carefree was a new experience for Clark, and hearing him laugh without that little undertone of self-mockery was eye opening for Clark. *He sounds so relaxed, kind of happy…*A part of him was jealous that Lex wasn’t laughing with him like that. Clark had gotten used to the thinking that Lex only laughed aloud when *he*made him do it .Lex was having a great time, and Clark felt bad that he wasn’t enjoying it as much as he was.. It just… *irritated him* so much when guys would hit on Lex, thinking he was a real girl. What really aggravated him were the few who, when they found out Lex was a guy, *still* tried to hit on him. Clark felt like tossing those guys out a window.
It made him so mad that Lex flirted with *everyone*! The girls fell all over themselves for him and it was an upsetting new feeling to be jealous of women. And all that flirting with guys! How*could* he? Lex was his! Okay, he didn’t know it yet, but he hadn’t gotten a chance to show him, yet. Not with Mr. Social Butterfly being all…social.
He stood in a corner and waited for Lex to come back and tried not to grind his teeth. The final straw for Clark was when Lex went out to a darkened patio, with an annoyingly good-looking guy. Nobody else noticed them leave but he did. And he timed them. They were gone too damn long.
Clark was just deciding to go out to the patio to find Lex when they came back in. The other guy went directly to the restroom, but Lex hung back in the shadows. Clark could see him reapplying his lip-gloss, and that made him furious. *That’s not right. How could he do that! I’m his friend. He came here with me. Friends don’t do that to each other. Ok, maybe *friends* do, but that’s just…* He wanted to say wrong, but what actually ran across his mind was *not fair*.He was shocked for a minute and then rage bloomed.
Damn right, it’s not fair; Lex shouldn’t let some stranger touch him when he, Clark wanted to. He shouldn’t let some stranger kiss him. No ones hands should be on that smooth seamless skirt, rubbing the slick fabric and sliding hands up under the hem and between his thighs, feeling the heat there and - God! He was going to die, he was so hard! He pulled his jacket shut and hoped no one could tell. If this night could get *more* miserable, he didn’t want to know how.
Lex sauntered up, an odd smile on his face. “Clark, are you ok? You don’t look too happy. There’s no problem is there?”
“No, Lex. I’m just fine, just great!” Clark snapped. He immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, I just…Do you think we could go soon? I’m really tired.”
“Of course. Not a problem. I’ll just call the car around and we can go. I’ve had enough myself.”
“I’ll just bet you have,” Clark muttered to himself, and snorted. Lex eyed him for a moment and then smiled. He slowly ran his hand down the front of the skirt, tugging the hem down, watching Clark’s eyes follow the movement, feeling himself harden slightly under his intense gaze. . He leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
“ When we’re in the limo, you can touch… the skirt… if you like.” He leaned closer and stroked Clark’s cheek. “And. You can feel the hair, it’s very soft.”
Clark startled himself by grabbing Lex and pulling him close, pressing his lips to his. It wasn’t exactly a kiss, but he needed to make him stop talking. He almost hurt, he was so turned on. Where the hell was the damn car…
Lex gently untangled Clark’s hands from the hair, and shook him slightly, “Hey.” Lex ‘s voice was low and a little shaky. “ The car’s here.”
Clark jumped. How long had he been standing there with his eyes closed? He opened them and saw Lex smiling at him. Would it be wrong to just grab him and *speed* to the limo?
As soon as they were in the limo, the reality of the situation hit him. He had pretty much made it obvious to Lex that he wanted…something. He wasn’t entirely clear on what he wanted but he was pretty sure Lex wanted it too and knew how to go about it.
Lex patted the seat next to him. “Come over here Clark.” Lex looked entirely too calm. He was seriously going to have to do something about that.
Clark slid over the leather seat towards Lex, twisted a bit in the seat and wrapped his hands around his head and kissed Lex like his life depended on it.
When he leaned back he was panting, felt like he was burning up. He ran his fingers through the silky hair, staring into Lex’s eyes. Lex looked back, face blank, his eyes dark and focused on a point slightly over Clark’s head. Clark knew something wasn’t right but he wasn’t sure what it was. He pulled Lex closer, till he could feel the warmth of him in the leg pressed against his.
It was as if the material of the skirt radiated heat as it slipped and slid against him. “Lex, Lex, take the wig off.” Clark rubbed the slick fabric of the skirt, and asked again. “Take that wig off.”
Lex focused on him, he seemed to brighten a bit, and smiled He pulled the wig off and threw it down. Clark was mesmerized. Lex was perfect. So much better this way. He loved how sexy his bald head was, and the makeup, just so hot, the way it accented his lips and eyes…God, he’d hated the wig! Lex chuckled and Clark realized he’d said that out loud. When Lex kneeled on the seat next to Clark, and leaned against him, it felt like his heart was hammering in his chest. He ran his hands up Lex’s legs and slipped them under the skirt. The silky feel of Lex’s thighs and the slip of material over the back of his hands made his breath speed up. He could feel a flush sweep over him and groaned low in his throat. He tried to pull Lex into his lap, but the skirt was too tight, Lex was hobbled by it. Clark pushed it up higher and in doing so brushed his fingers over Lex’s ass. He fanned his hands over it, gripped and thrilled to the feeling of the muscles moving and shifting under the skin as Lex tried to get his legs over either side of Clarks. Clark shifted his hands around to the front, feeling the heat and the hardness of Lex’s dick. It felt so good in his hand. He wasn’t completely sure to do, and he didn’t want to tease Lex. He just froze with his hand on Lex’s dick and his mouth over his. Lex made a sound that made Clark groan in return, made him yank off the jacket and almost fought with Lex’s hands until he realized Lex was trying to help him take off the top too.
Clark stared almost worshipfully at Lex. The amber lights in the limo highlighted him, giving him an otherworldly quality, accented the play of muscles as he leaned back on Clark’s legs and plucked at his shirt. “Take this off Clark, we’ve got time. We’re not stopping until I say so.” Clark’s eyes flared at the show of dominance, but Lex laughed.
“I meant the car, Clark.”
Clark grinned sheepishly. “I knew that.” He reached down to open his shirt, looked up at Lex to see if he wanted to do it. Lex shook his head.” I want to watch you do it.” Clark’s fingers shook a little as he worked at the studs on his shirt. Here was a simple every day act, but now, with Lex watching him, it turned into a moment of incredible intimacy. He glanced up again and drank in the sight of Lex watching him, lips shining as his tongue caressed them. Kohl lined eyes lent him an exotic look and Clark could hardly believe that tonight was the night he’d been thinking about for so long, what he’d been hoping for all evening.
When he opened his shirt all the way, Lex reached down and undid Clark’s pants, tugging down as Clark lifted his hips to help. The head of his dick was held upright and pressed against his stomach by the waistband of his briefs .Lex ran his fingers lightly over the wet crown and closed his eyes. Clark felt him flex as he touched him. “Oh, my God,” he groaned. “Look at you, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Clark looked down at himself, watched Lex’s elegant fingers stroke him and couldn’t hold it in any more. He pulled down on Lex’s hips, ground up against him and groaned into his ear. Faster, his hips plunged up faster and he felt everything around him fall away except for the sensation sweeping from his dick out wards, wave after wave of heat, he felt Lex’s hands clamp down hard on his shoulders, then his mouth was on his, sucking, biting at his lips. He kissed harder than any girl had ever kissed him, like he knew that it wasn’t easy to hurt him. Clark loved it, loved the feel of Lex mauling his mouth. Loved him gripping his shoulders so hard that his hands shook. loved the wild noises that sounded like they were ripped out of his gut. Clark began gasping, grunting as he felt himself reaching a point of no return. Lex peeled himself off; groaning as though not touching Clark was pain. He slid to his knees and yanked the trousers down to Clark’s ankles. Clark began to toe his shoes off but Lex stopped him after he got one off, pulled that foot out of the puddle of fabric and fanned out his legs. Clark nearly yelled when Lex sucked him into the wet furnace of his mouth. He watched Lex’s pink glossed mouth stretch around him, felt his tongue curling around his dick and shuddered when Lex groaned. He pulled back, ran his tongue around the crown and sank back down on Clark’s dick and it was too much for Clark.
Sight and sound conspired against him and he came with a gasping wail in Lex’s mouth. As soon as he could breath, he attacked Lex’s mouth, licking his lips and his chin, sucking on his tongue with a frenzy. No one had ever done this to him, made him feel like this. He was flying, drunk on the wonder of what Lex had done to him, and he was wild to make Lex feel this way too. Lex let Clark have his way, gasping and laughing as Clark touched and stroked him, tasted and kissed him with enthusiasm. Clark ended up on the limo floor, and with a great deal of enthusiasm, if not finesse, brought Lex to orgasm.
They lay in each other’s arms for a while before Clark spoke. “Lex, how many times do you think we’ve circled town now?”
“I don’t know Clark. Do you really care?” He grinned “But now it ‘s time to go home.” He alerted the driver and leaned back against Clark. “ How are you feeling, Clark, are you…ok?”
Clark grinned widely. “Oh, man, I don’t think I’ve ever felt better. I think I love yo- this! Love this! A lot.” Clark turned red and ducked his head. Lex lifted his chin and looked into the young man’s eyes. “ Yeah. I love this a lot, too. We’ll go home now, and later we can love this some more.” He kissed Clark, sweetly gently. *This is a promise, * Clark thought as he kissed Lex back. * I promise you Lex. I’ll always protect you. From anything, anyone, forever…. No matter what. *
I'm going to finish posting Now and Later. And then address this Xander/ Spike thing that's been nibblin on my ankles...
There were clothes on the bed in a pile, and Clark added to it as he tried to come up with some kind of costume. He should have let his mom put something together for him, because he couldn’t come up with a darn thing. The pirate getup he did last Halloween didn’t fit anymore, which sucked because he’d been counting on wearing it this year too. This year was absolutely going to be the best Halloween ever, because for the first time he was allowed to go to a party in Metropolis with Lex. *That* was such a miracle he wasn’t about to ask for money to get a costume.
*I bet Lex got a great costume. Watch, it’ll be Warrior Angel* Clark grinned to himself. *Or maybe Daddy Warbucks...Nah. Lex would never be that obvious…Damn. What am I going to be? *
He went back to rooting through his closet, discarding black jean and a black tee shirt after a moments consideration. Everyone was probably going to do the Goth thing, and even though it would be fun to wear makeup he really didn’t want to be one of hundreds of little fake Goth kids. Besides, this was a party in the city. The costumes were going to be the best and he was going to look like a dork. Should he ask Lex to help him get a costume together?
He was just about to give up when he caught sight of the tuxedo in the back of the closet.
“ Hmm. What about…” He took it out and stared at it. *Ok. So I’m going as…some guy in a tux. At least I’ll look clean. And Lex said I look good in a tux. * He looked at his hair in the mirror, combed it back with his fingers. Decided to slick it back like those guys in the classic movies did. He could say he was Cary Grant, or somebody….
About an hour later, Clark was in the kitchen, freshly showered, hair plastered back, and fiddling with the bowtie. He yanked it off and jammed it in his pocket, he’d get Lex to tie it later. He wandered around the kitchen a bit, enjoying the feeling of having the house to him self. His parents were enjoying a rare night out and Clark had teased them about going on a date and it was kind of cute *and* creepy that they *both* giggled when Clark warned them about misbehaving. Clark didn’t even want to know why they seemed enthusiastic about him staying overnight at the castle. Some things should just be scrubbed out of your brain with sandpaper….
He was just finishing a peanut butter sandwich and thinking about the night ahead *I’m staying over with Lex! * when there was a knock at the door and he leapt up to answer it. *Right on time! *
Lex’s driver was waiting for him on the porch and smiled when Clark stepped out. He raised an eyebrow. “ James Bond?” he asked with a smile as he opened the door for Clark.
“Hey, yeah! Thanks! I didn’t think of that! ” Clark beamed.
“ Very good Mr. Bond,” the driver the driver replied. He opened the door for Clark and winked. Clark grinned back and leaned in to greet Lex.Only, Lex wasn’t in the limo. The other passenger was a woman.
“Oh, hi…I’m…where’s Lex?” Clark blushed,” Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Lex’s friend Clark. Kent. Umm….” Clark slid into the seat facing the woman. He felt like an idiot and the woman just smiled at him. It was a nice smile though, not a smirky superior smile like most of Lex’s girl friends turned on him.
She wasn’t the usual type for Lex, either. She wasn’t some stunningly beautiful model-slash actress, but she had a sexiness that just radiated. The dim lights in the limo seemed to make her… shimmer She pushed a strand of hair behind one ear and raised an eyebrow. Her shoulder length reddish hair accented her blue eyes and the pink gloss on her lips made her smile look bright and inviting. She licked her lip and Clark watched the wet, pink tip of her tongue slide over the little scar on her upper lip.
Scar. On her upper lip.
He was going to kill Lex five kinds of dead. Then maybe dig him up and kill him again.
“ Ok, you jerk. Was that fun? Enjoy yourself?”
“Oh, Clark, you have no idea. Your expression! That was worth every bit of the torture it took to look like this!” Lex’s eyes sparkled as he grinned like a delighted child. Clark’s lips quirked as he fought back a grin, tried to look hurt and angry, before he gave up and joined Lex in laughing.
“ You! You really fooled me at first. You really look like a girl!” Clark was fascinated by the whole idea. He leaned forward and tentatively put his hand out. “ Hey, can I touch….”
Lex smirked, “ Yes, but be careful not to smear. I paid a ridiculously large amount of money to look like this.” He laughed as Clark barely touched his cheek with one finger. “ I think it can handle more than that, Clark. Go ahead, you can feel me, ah, the makeup….” Clark snorted and laid his fingers against Lex’s face.
“ Lex, it’s …weird. It’s you, and not you.. And the hair feels real.” He twisted a lock of it in his fingers and then quickly dropped it and sat back. Lex winced and looked away from Clark, but Clark didn’t notice. He was taking in Lex’s costume. The top looked like it was sleeveless, sequins sparkling in the low light in the limo. *The teal color looked good on Lex, * he thought, not totally aware that he was reacting to the costume as he would an outfit on Lana. He liked the jacket, liked the way it skimmed Lex’s waist and the way the skirt hugged and outlined his legs .He thought any girl would look good in that skirt.
“ Ah, Clark, if you’re through taking inventory, would you care to share your ‘secret identity’ with me?”
Without thinking Clark replied, “ Your escort.” And blushed to the tips of his ears. “I mean, um, James Bond?”
“Do you think I need a protector? Not that I don’t appreciate it.” He leaned back against the seat and smiled at Clark, watching him from hooded eyes as he slowly stretched his legs out straight. The skirt slid a little up his thighs, and Clark felt a funny twist in the pit of his stomach. “After all, what girl wouldn’t want James Bond at her side?”
Clark wished Lex wouldn’t call himself a girl. It was …upsetting in some way. It made him feel weird, like he’d fallen into some Alice in Wonderland rabbit hole, and everything was making *not* as much sense as it had a minute ago. He couldn’t keep his eyes from going to Lex’s legs. It wasn’t that they were so feminine looking; they did look nice, it was that they looked so…velvety. He wanted to touch them to see if they felt as smooth as they looked, see if they would be warm, or cool as porcelain under his palm. Lex meanwhile was watching him with a slightly amused look. Lex smirked, “ In case you’re wondering, no, Clark. I didn’t have to shave. I very rarely have to…shave.” He stroked a hand softly over his chin.
“Not like you.” And leaned forward and reached across the space between them, touched Clark’s slightly rough chin. Clark turned into the touch for a moment, and felt again like he was falling. It took all his willpower not to jerk away from the touch, afraid his response revealed too much, tried to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Too soon Lex moved away and Clark wanted him near again. He tried to think of some reason to get closer…*the tie*.
Clark pulled the ball of material out of his pocket and gestured at Lex with it.
“Can you help me with this thing, please. It just frustrated the hell out of me?” He grinned at Lex and said, “ I figured I’d ask an expert.”
Lex scooted to the edge of his seat.
“Here, give it to me.” Lex took the tie and leaned closer, his warm breath gusting over Clark’s chin. He closed his eyes and drank in the scent of Lex’s cologne. He had no idea what it was but it smelled good. He felt warm and heavy, as though he couldn’t move even if he wanted to.
Lex watched the boy as he adjusted the bow tie. He was aware that Clark was smelling him and that was…arousing. Lex leaned in closer still and when he spoke his lips almost touched Clark’s cheek. “There. All done.” He sat back after a pat on Clark’s chest. Lex congratulated himself on not letting his hand linger, or roam where it desperately wanted to. Even though looking at Clark, he got the distinct impression that it might not be an unwelcome idea.
He watched Clark’s eye’s widen when he smoothed a hand in a caressing motion over the skirt and pulled the hem down a little. He could have sworn Clark made a little noise but Clark looked at Lex so innocently….
Lex dropped his hand into his lap and looked hard at Clark. *Something’s different tonight. Clark’s different tonight*.
There was something in the air, change? Opportunity? Lex felt a little lick of fear. Was he ready for change in the friendship they’d established? Was he even reading the situation right? His hand went to the wig. He debated taking it off, at least till they got to the party. For some reason he was becoming very uncomfortable with it on. He didn’t *like* it .He felt like a stranger to himself and he didn’t want Clark to want that stranger. The moment passed as the car came to a stop. “Clark, here we are. Can you handle this?”
Clark looked quizzically at Lex. “Handle what Lex? I’ve been to Halloween parties before. It’s just…bigger.”
Lex smiled. “ Of course Clark.” The door opened. Clark got out, and turned to help Lex.He smiled sheepishly when he realized what he was doing but he just shrugged and grinned wider when Lex cocked an eyebrow at him.
“It’s my job to protect you, remember? So here I am, protecting” He even folded Lex’s arm around his, startling a laugh out of him.
“Ok, Mr. Bond, in we go. And I meant to tell you; you look very handsome in your tux. Good thing you have a license to kill. There’s every possibility you may need it tonight.”
The next few hours passed in a blur for Clark. Time alternated between crawling when Lex wasn’t with him, and flying when he was. Seeing Lex so carefree was a new experience for Clark, and hearing him laugh without that little undertone of self-mockery was eye opening for Clark. *He sounds so relaxed, kind of happy…*A part of him was jealous that Lex wasn’t laughing with him like that. Clark had gotten used to the thinking that Lex only laughed aloud when *he*made him do it .Lex was having a great time, and Clark felt bad that he wasn’t enjoying it as much as he was.. It just… *irritated him* so much when guys would hit on Lex, thinking he was a real girl. What really aggravated him were the few who, when they found out Lex was a guy, *still* tried to hit on him. Clark felt like tossing those guys out a window.
It made him so mad that Lex flirted with *everyone*! The girls fell all over themselves for him and it was an upsetting new feeling to be jealous of women. And all that flirting with guys! How*could* he? Lex was his! Okay, he didn’t know it yet, but he hadn’t gotten a chance to show him, yet. Not with Mr. Social Butterfly being all…social.
He stood in a corner and waited for Lex to come back and tried not to grind his teeth. The final straw for Clark was when Lex went out to a darkened patio, with an annoyingly good-looking guy. Nobody else noticed them leave but he did. And he timed them. They were gone too damn long.
Clark was just deciding to go out to the patio to find Lex when they came back in. The other guy went directly to the restroom, but Lex hung back in the shadows. Clark could see him reapplying his lip-gloss, and that made him furious. *That’s not right. How could he do that! I’m his friend. He came here with me. Friends don’t do that to each other. Ok, maybe *friends* do, but that’s just…* He wanted to say wrong, but what actually ran across his mind was *not fair*.He was shocked for a minute and then rage bloomed.
Damn right, it’s not fair; Lex shouldn’t let some stranger touch him when he, Clark wanted to. He shouldn’t let some stranger kiss him. No ones hands should be on that smooth seamless skirt, rubbing the slick fabric and sliding hands up under the hem and between his thighs, feeling the heat there and - God! He was going to die, he was so hard! He pulled his jacket shut and hoped no one could tell. If this night could get *more* miserable, he didn’t want to know how.
Lex sauntered up, an odd smile on his face. “Clark, are you ok? You don’t look too happy. There’s no problem is there?”
“No, Lex. I’m just fine, just great!” Clark snapped. He immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, I just…Do you think we could go soon? I’m really tired.”
“Of course. Not a problem. I’ll just call the car around and we can go. I’ve had enough myself.”
“I’ll just bet you have,” Clark muttered to himself, and snorted. Lex eyed him for a moment and then smiled. He slowly ran his hand down the front of the skirt, tugging the hem down, watching Clark’s eyes follow the movement, feeling himself harden slightly under his intense gaze. . He leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
“ When we’re in the limo, you can touch… the skirt… if you like.” He leaned closer and stroked Clark’s cheek. “And. You can feel the hair, it’s very soft.”
Clark startled himself by grabbing Lex and pulling him close, pressing his lips to his. It wasn’t exactly a kiss, but he needed to make him stop talking. He almost hurt, he was so turned on. Where the hell was the damn car…
Lex gently untangled Clark’s hands from the hair, and shook him slightly, “Hey.” Lex ‘s voice was low and a little shaky. “ The car’s here.”
Clark jumped. How long had he been standing there with his eyes closed? He opened them and saw Lex smiling at him. Would it be wrong to just grab him and *speed* to the limo?
As soon as they were in the limo, the reality of the situation hit him. He had pretty much made it obvious to Lex that he wanted…something. He wasn’t entirely clear on what he wanted but he was pretty sure Lex wanted it too and knew how to go about it.
Lex patted the seat next to him. “Come over here Clark.” Lex looked entirely too calm. He was seriously going to have to do something about that.
Clark slid over the leather seat towards Lex, twisted a bit in the seat and wrapped his hands around his head and kissed Lex like his life depended on it.
When he leaned back he was panting, felt like he was burning up. He ran his fingers through the silky hair, staring into Lex’s eyes. Lex looked back, face blank, his eyes dark and focused on a point slightly over Clark’s head. Clark knew something wasn’t right but he wasn’t sure what it was. He pulled Lex closer, till he could feel the warmth of him in the leg pressed against his.
It was as if the material of the skirt radiated heat as it slipped and slid against him. “Lex, Lex, take the wig off.” Clark rubbed the slick fabric of the skirt, and asked again. “Take that wig off.”
Lex focused on him, he seemed to brighten a bit, and smiled He pulled the wig off and threw it down. Clark was mesmerized. Lex was perfect. So much better this way. He loved how sexy his bald head was, and the makeup, just so hot, the way it accented his lips and eyes…God, he’d hated the wig! Lex chuckled and Clark realized he’d said that out loud. When Lex kneeled on the seat next to Clark, and leaned against him, it felt like his heart was hammering in his chest. He ran his hands up Lex’s legs and slipped them under the skirt. The silky feel of Lex’s thighs and the slip of material over the back of his hands made his breath speed up. He could feel a flush sweep over him and groaned low in his throat. He tried to pull Lex into his lap, but the skirt was too tight, Lex was hobbled by it. Clark pushed it up higher and in doing so brushed his fingers over Lex’s ass. He fanned his hands over it, gripped and thrilled to the feeling of the muscles moving and shifting under the skin as Lex tried to get his legs over either side of Clarks. Clark shifted his hands around to the front, feeling the heat and the hardness of Lex’s dick. It felt so good in his hand. He wasn’t completely sure to do, and he didn’t want to tease Lex. He just froze with his hand on Lex’s dick and his mouth over his. Lex made a sound that made Clark groan in return, made him yank off the jacket and almost fought with Lex’s hands until he realized Lex was trying to help him take off the top too.
Clark stared almost worshipfully at Lex. The amber lights in the limo highlighted him, giving him an otherworldly quality, accented the play of muscles as he leaned back on Clark’s legs and plucked at his shirt. “Take this off Clark, we’ve got time. We’re not stopping until I say so.” Clark’s eyes flared at the show of dominance, but Lex laughed.
“I meant the car, Clark.”
Clark grinned sheepishly. “I knew that.” He reached down to open his shirt, looked up at Lex to see if he wanted to do it. Lex shook his head.” I want to watch you do it.” Clark’s fingers shook a little as he worked at the studs on his shirt. Here was a simple every day act, but now, with Lex watching him, it turned into a moment of incredible intimacy. He glanced up again and drank in the sight of Lex watching him, lips shining as his tongue caressed them. Kohl lined eyes lent him an exotic look and Clark could hardly believe that tonight was the night he’d been thinking about for so long, what he’d been hoping for all evening.
When he opened his shirt all the way, Lex reached down and undid Clark’s pants, tugging down as Clark lifted his hips to help. The head of his dick was held upright and pressed against his stomach by the waistband of his briefs .Lex ran his fingers lightly over the wet crown and closed his eyes. Clark felt him flex as he touched him. “Oh, my God,” he groaned. “Look at you, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Clark looked down at himself, watched Lex’s elegant fingers stroke him and couldn’t hold it in any more. He pulled down on Lex’s hips, ground up against him and groaned into his ear. Faster, his hips plunged up faster and he felt everything around him fall away except for the sensation sweeping from his dick out wards, wave after wave of heat, he felt Lex’s hands clamp down hard on his shoulders, then his mouth was on his, sucking, biting at his lips. He kissed harder than any girl had ever kissed him, like he knew that it wasn’t easy to hurt him. Clark loved it, loved the feel of Lex mauling his mouth. Loved him gripping his shoulders so hard that his hands shook. loved the wild noises that sounded like they were ripped out of his gut. Clark began gasping, grunting as he felt himself reaching a point of no return. Lex peeled himself off; groaning as though not touching Clark was pain. He slid to his knees and yanked the trousers down to Clark’s ankles. Clark began to toe his shoes off but Lex stopped him after he got one off, pulled that foot out of the puddle of fabric and fanned out his legs. Clark nearly yelled when Lex sucked him into the wet furnace of his mouth. He watched Lex’s pink glossed mouth stretch around him, felt his tongue curling around his dick and shuddered when Lex groaned. He pulled back, ran his tongue around the crown and sank back down on Clark’s dick and it was too much for Clark.
Sight and sound conspired against him and he came with a gasping wail in Lex’s mouth. As soon as he could breath, he attacked Lex’s mouth, licking his lips and his chin, sucking on his tongue with a frenzy. No one had ever done this to him, made him feel like this. He was flying, drunk on the wonder of what Lex had done to him, and he was wild to make Lex feel this way too. Lex let Clark have his way, gasping and laughing as Clark touched and stroked him, tasted and kissed him with enthusiasm. Clark ended up on the limo floor, and with a great deal of enthusiasm, if not finesse, brought Lex to orgasm.
They lay in each other’s arms for a while before Clark spoke. “Lex, how many times do you think we’ve circled town now?”
“I don’t know Clark. Do you really care?” He grinned “But now it ‘s time to go home.” He alerted the driver and leaned back against Clark. “ How are you feeling, Clark, are you…ok?”
Clark grinned widely. “Oh, man, I don’t think I’ve ever felt better. I think I love yo- this! Love this! A lot.” Clark turned red and ducked his head. Lex lifted his chin and looked into the young man’s eyes. “ Yeah. I love this a lot, too. We’ll go home now, and later we can love this some more.” He kissed Clark, sweetly gently. *This is a promise, * Clark thought as he kissed Lex back. * I promise you Lex. I’ll always protect you. From anything, anyone, forever…. No matter what. *
I'm going to finish posting Now and Later. And then address this Xander/ Spike thing that's been nibblin on my ankles...
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5/19/04 11:53 pm (UTC)What is it about Lex that makes everybody wanna dress him up in pretty clothes and get him fucked? Or, you know. :)
Liiike.
Like Clark having the testicular fortitude to TAKE what he wanted.
Yay Clark!
:)
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5/20/04 02:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
5/20/04 04:16 am (UTC)Lurve you too, honey.
:)
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