L&C part 22
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roxyHeeey! Remember us? Lex and Clark in Europe? Yeah, it’s been a while—but our friends The Previous Parts are here to refresh your memories if need be!
For those of you who want to know what’s next, here is a fresh new bit of L&C Do Europe!
This bit is rated 4 for sexual content. There’s just going to be a whole lot of P in this Porn With a soupcon of Plot from now on—I hope you can handle it!
Anyhooz—here’s the next part
These Foolish Things….
They went back to the hotel room, and Clark wanted a shower before dressing.
“ Go ahead,” Lex told him. “ I’ll lay your clothes out while you do that. There’s a really fine restaurant I want to take you to tonight—I promise you’ll love it.”
Clark rolled his eyes and grinned and went off to take his shower and Lex took his tux out of the closet and brushed it, lay out underclothing and socks, and generally played valet for Clark.
After a while, he realized he’d been hearing the sound of the shower for far longer than usual, and he began to be just a little worried—maybe he should check on Clark.
He tapped on the door and let himself into the bathroom. “Clark,” he called softly, “are you okay?”
He looked to the shower stall and barely managed not to yelp out loud. Clark rolled his head towards him, his shoulders were resting against the rear shower wall, and he was facing the door. His knees were spread, the way Lex had spread them earlier in the alley, and his hand slid up and down over his erection.
Lex froze at the sight.
Clark’s head dropped a little and he stared at Lex from under his brows. His lips parted and his pink tongue chased around his mouth, slipped back and he held it between his teeth, and he arched slightly. Lex took a step forward, his own dick rapidly filling, his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of Clark looking completely like sex—hot and nasty, his hand caging his dick, Lex watched the head disappear and re-appear in his fist, and Clark said, “Lex.”
Lex groaned, his dick jerked hard and he stumbled forward another step.
“Lex.” Clark spread his knees farther apart and moved his free hand between his legs, cupped and massaged his balls and groaning, slid his hand back, back until Lex knew he was touching his hole.
He took another step closer and he could feel his heart thunder, his dick surge upwards, his breath rush in and out…”Clark, what are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to come closer,” he groaned. He sank to his knees and both hands were on his dick now, both hands squeezing and pumping and Lex kicked his shoes across the floor, ripped open his trousers, stepped out of them as he came closer, tore off his shirt and threw it to the tiles.
Sweat rolled down his scalp, between his shoulders, down his ass—he stepped to the lip of the shower, and took his dick in his hand. He reached out with the other and cupped Clark’s head, twined his fingers into the streaming wet curls and pulled him gently to him.
“Clark,” he gasped. “Suck me please.”
Clark moaned, opened his mouth and let Lex push in; he did it slowly, thrusting gently and shallowly as Clark tried to keep all of him inside. His tongue brushed his dick over and over, he felt it when Clark hollowed his cheeks and sucked, he felt the head of his dick rub against the roof of his mouth and it made him moan and push a little harder, he could feel Clark licking pre-come greedily, it made him jerk and groan. Clark’s hands slid over his hips and grasped his ass, wet slippery fingers slid into the cleft and it made his muscles clench. “God!”
Clark pulled back”---Do you like that, I like that, let me show you--” he slid his fingers with purpose into the cleft and rubbed them up and down, closer and closer to the opening there and Lex trembled. Clark never stopped, fingers slipping over his hole, the other pumped his dick, and his mouth—his mouth was making Lex insane, he only knew he wanted more, more of this more of Clark. His hands tightened in the wet mass of hair, pulling Clark over his dick, harder, faster.
Clark sucked him in as deep as he could and Lex felt an electric ripple surge through him, flooding his groin with heat and making his dick pulse hot in Clark’s mouth. “Come, come with me Clark,” He groaned and Clark swallowed, his dick slid into his throat, he swallowed again and at the moment Clark came, he was pouring hot fluid down his throat as Clark pumped pulse after pulse of thick warm fluid over Lex’s knees, over his own belly and hands.
Lex shuddered and groaned and couldn’t let go of Clark’s head as Clark sucked and licked and kissed his belly and thighs, then rose slowly and coaxed Lex into the shower with him, and soaped him carefully and thoroughly clean, then did the same for himself.
He took Lex by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom, and Lex let himself be guided as if he were in a dream, and then his brain began to sputter back into lucidity… He loves you idiot…he’s told you over and over and all you’ve given him is some half-hearted vaguely worded blather and you know you love him like crazy…What are you waiting for, hmm? What do you want asshole—you want him to cut off an arm to prove he loves you? When are you going to tell him? What are you waiting for…tell him….
“Clark, your welfare is the most important thing to me—you do know that right?”
.
Clark looked faintly puzzled and a little amused. He dropped and spread himself out over Lex’s bed. “I know that,” he answered.
“And I’d never hurt you.”
Clark looked slightly more amused and propped himself on one elbow in the bed and watched Lex pace. Lex walked from the bed to the door and back again. “You know how deeply I’m concerned about you.”
Clark nodded, and looked very serious, but his eyes were sparkling. “Umm-hmm.”
Lex stopped and stood with his hands on his hips, tapping a foot and frowning. Why did he have to say it—Clark knew. Why did he have to try and find the words to explain?
Clark smiled. “You look cute when you’re naked and thinking.”
Lex huffed in annoyance. “Clark I’m trying to be serious.”
Clark tried not to laugh and nodded, his serious look completely ruined by the occasional faint snort.
Lex tried again. “You do know what I’m saying to you.”
Clark nodded. Yes he did.
“Then we’re fine here, right?” Lex looked down at Clark. Logic demanded the boy know what he meant and understand that it made him feel more naked than just the lack of clothing to say the word—words....
Clark shook his head. No. Not quite.
“You want to hear me say it.”
Clark smiled.
“Oh fine, shit, I love you—happy?” Lex stopped in mid stride. Fuck me--he dropped to his knees at the side of the bed and took Clarks face in his hands. He looked into his eyes, cloudy with hurt….
“Clark, I love you. I love you like—like air—like water—like everything I need to survive, okay? I’ve been waiting for you to tell me the experiment is over--- it has to end, because nothing I’ve ever wanted has ever turned out good for me.” Lex felt like he was being stabbed and the knife was twisting in his ribs. “I’ve been trying to keep some space to save myself.”
Clark looked horrified—he grabbed Lex’s arms and shook him—it hurt, his hands were hard as vises and they ground down on him hard enough to make him gasp, but Clark ignored the sound.
“Don’t do this to yourself—stop sacrificing your happiness will you? If I tell you I love you and I want you, only you—then damn it, that’s what I mean. Stop crying!”
Well that was an odd thing to say, Lex thought, and then realized he meant him and tears were running from his eyes. Shit. He snarled a little at his lack of control, but Clark wiped his cheeks before he could.
“Don’t do that. Please don’t freeze me out.”
Lex sighed and nodded. He pushed him back a little and said, “Clark, I don’t think this can ever end. We’re connected until the end of time now.” As long as you want it, I’m yours.
Clark laughed, and hugged him, and for a little while they just sat and held each other, Lex felt like melting into the furnace of Clark, he wanted to soak into his pores and know that nothing could pull them apart—but being a Luthor was all about making the most of what came your way—and he was going to make the most of this miracle. He pulled the shredding remnants of his self control and dignity together and forced himself to let go of Clark. “Get dressed, we’re going on a date.”
“What?”
“We’re going on an official date, with date sort of activity and we will do date-like stuff, and it will be nice, and afterwards, we’ll pretend we’ve never been intimate before…”which is almost sort of true, Lex blushed and felt guilty. He hadn’t really shared anything with Clark--yet. .
“Cool! And kind of kinky! Should I pretend I don’t know your name?” Clark grinned and leaped up to dress, and Lex felt a little guiltier and swore to himself he was going to make sure that Clark was happy from this point onward, even if it killed him. Or killed them both—Luthors never did things by half.
TBC in part 23
For those of you who want to know what’s next, here is a fresh new bit of L&C Do Europe!
This bit is rated 4 for sexual content. There’s just going to be a whole lot of P in this Porn With a soupcon of Plot from now on—I hope you can handle it!
Anyhooz—here’s the next part
These Foolish Things….
They went back to the hotel room, and Clark wanted a shower before dressing.
“ Go ahead,” Lex told him. “ I’ll lay your clothes out while you do that. There’s a really fine restaurant I want to take you to tonight—I promise you’ll love it.”
Clark rolled his eyes and grinned and went off to take his shower and Lex took his tux out of the closet and brushed it, lay out underclothing and socks, and generally played valet for Clark.
After a while, he realized he’d been hearing the sound of the shower for far longer than usual, and he began to be just a little worried—maybe he should check on Clark.
He tapped on the door and let himself into the bathroom. “Clark,” he called softly, “are you okay?”
He looked to the shower stall and barely managed not to yelp out loud. Clark rolled his head towards him, his shoulders were resting against the rear shower wall, and he was facing the door. His knees were spread, the way Lex had spread them earlier in the alley, and his hand slid up and down over his erection.
Lex froze at the sight.
Clark’s head dropped a little and he stared at Lex from under his brows. His lips parted and his pink tongue chased around his mouth, slipped back and he held it between his teeth, and he arched slightly. Lex took a step forward, his own dick rapidly filling, his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of Clark looking completely like sex—hot and nasty, his hand caging his dick, Lex watched the head disappear and re-appear in his fist, and Clark said, “Lex.”
Lex groaned, his dick jerked hard and he stumbled forward another step.
“Lex.” Clark spread his knees farther apart and moved his free hand between his legs, cupped and massaged his balls and groaning, slid his hand back, back until Lex knew he was touching his hole.
He took another step closer and he could feel his heart thunder, his dick surge upwards, his breath rush in and out…”Clark, what are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to come closer,” he groaned. He sank to his knees and both hands were on his dick now, both hands squeezing and pumping and Lex kicked his shoes across the floor, ripped open his trousers, stepped out of them as he came closer, tore off his shirt and threw it to the tiles.
Sweat rolled down his scalp, between his shoulders, down his ass—he stepped to the lip of the shower, and took his dick in his hand. He reached out with the other and cupped Clark’s head, twined his fingers into the streaming wet curls and pulled him gently to him.
“Clark,” he gasped. “Suck me please.”
Clark moaned, opened his mouth and let Lex push in; he did it slowly, thrusting gently and shallowly as Clark tried to keep all of him inside. His tongue brushed his dick over and over, he felt it when Clark hollowed his cheeks and sucked, he felt the head of his dick rub against the roof of his mouth and it made him moan and push a little harder, he could feel Clark licking pre-come greedily, it made him jerk and groan. Clark’s hands slid over his hips and grasped his ass, wet slippery fingers slid into the cleft and it made his muscles clench. “God!”
Clark pulled back”---Do you like that, I like that, let me show you--” he slid his fingers with purpose into the cleft and rubbed them up and down, closer and closer to the opening there and Lex trembled. Clark never stopped, fingers slipping over his hole, the other pumped his dick, and his mouth—his mouth was making Lex insane, he only knew he wanted more, more of this more of Clark. His hands tightened in the wet mass of hair, pulling Clark over his dick, harder, faster.
Clark sucked him in as deep as he could and Lex felt an electric ripple surge through him, flooding his groin with heat and making his dick pulse hot in Clark’s mouth. “Come, come with me Clark,” He groaned and Clark swallowed, his dick slid into his throat, he swallowed again and at the moment Clark came, he was pouring hot fluid down his throat as Clark pumped pulse after pulse of thick warm fluid over Lex’s knees, over his own belly and hands.
Lex shuddered and groaned and couldn’t let go of Clark’s head as Clark sucked and licked and kissed his belly and thighs, then rose slowly and coaxed Lex into the shower with him, and soaped him carefully and thoroughly clean, then did the same for himself.
He took Lex by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom, and Lex let himself be guided as if he were in a dream, and then his brain began to sputter back into lucidity… He loves you idiot…he’s told you over and over and all you’ve given him is some half-hearted vaguely worded blather and you know you love him like crazy…What are you waiting for, hmm? What do you want asshole—you want him to cut off an arm to prove he loves you? When are you going to tell him? What are you waiting for…tell him….
“Clark, your welfare is the most important thing to me—you do know that right?”
.
Clark looked faintly puzzled and a little amused. He dropped and spread himself out over Lex’s bed. “I know that,” he answered.
“And I’d never hurt you.”
Clark looked slightly more amused and propped himself on one elbow in the bed and watched Lex pace. Lex walked from the bed to the door and back again. “You know how deeply I’m concerned about you.”
Clark nodded, and looked very serious, but his eyes were sparkling. “Umm-hmm.”
Lex stopped and stood with his hands on his hips, tapping a foot and frowning. Why did he have to say it—Clark knew. Why did he have to try and find the words to explain?
Clark smiled. “You look cute when you’re naked and thinking.”
Lex huffed in annoyance. “Clark I’m trying to be serious.”
Clark tried not to laugh and nodded, his serious look completely ruined by the occasional faint snort.
Lex tried again. “You do know what I’m saying to you.”
Clark nodded. Yes he did.
“Then we’re fine here, right?” Lex looked down at Clark. Logic demanded the boy know what he meant and understand that it made him feel more naked than just the lack of clothing to say the word—words....
Clark shook his head. No. Not quite.
“You want to hear me say it.”
Clark smiled.
“Oh fine, shit, I love you—happy?” Lex stopped in mid stride. Fuck me--he dropped to his knees at the side of the bed and took Clarks face in his hands. He looked into his eyes, cloudy with hurt….
“Clark, I love you. I love you like—like air—like water—like everything I need to survive, okay? I’ve been waiting for you to tell me the experiment is over--- it has to end, because nothing I’ve ever wanted has ever turned out good for me.” Lex felt like he was being stabbed and the knife was twisting in his ribs. “I’ve been trying to keep some space to save myself.”
Clark looked horrified—he grabbed Lex’s arms and shook him—it hurt, his hands were hard as vises and they ground down on him hard enough to make him gasp, but Clark ignored the sound.
“Don’t do this to yourself—stop sacrificing your happiness will you? If I tell you I love you and I want you, only you—then damn it, that’s what I mean. Stop crying!”
Well that was an odd thing to say, Lex thought, and then realized he meant him and tears were running from his eyes. Shit. He snarled a little at his lack of control, but Clark wiped his cheeks before he could.
“Don’t do that. Please don’t freeze me out.”
Lex sighed and nodded. He pushed him back a little and said, “Clark, I don’t think this can ever end. We’re connected until the end of time now.” As long as you want it, I’m yours.
Clark laughed, and hugged him, and for a little while they just sat and held each other, Lex felt like melting into the furnace of Clark, he wanted to soak into his pores and know that nothing could pull them apart—but being a Luthor was all about making the most of what came your way—and he was going to make the most of this miracle. He pulled the shredding remnants of his self control and dignity together and forced himself to let go of Clark. “Get dressed, we’re going on a date.”
“What?”
“We’re going on an official date, with date sort of activity and we will do date-like stuff, and it will be nice, and afterwards, we’ll pretend we’ve never been intimate before…”which is almost sort of true, Lex blushed and felt guilty. He hadn’t really shared anything with Clark--yet. .
“Cool! And kind of kinky! Should I pretend I don’t know your name?” Clark grinned and leaped up to dress, and Lex felt a little guiltier and swore to himself he was going to make sure that Clark was happy from this point onward, even if it killed him. Or killed them both—Luthors never did things by half.
TBC in part 23
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