roxy. L&C part 23

The Previous Parts are dancing a beautiful hula that describes the creation of the world…oh. Oh. My. God. Quick –cover the children’s eyes, and ears and someone get the hose….

Well, it’s been a while, but hopefully ya’ll still care about Our Summer Vacation!

“Clark. You look good. Trust me. If you don’t stop yanking on those cuffs, you’re going to rip your sleeves off…”

“It’s not that—it feels like I’m wearing a straight jacket.” But he smiled, and smoothed the jacket of his tux. He guessed he looked okay, Lex said he did, but Lex—Lex looked like walking sex. His tux fit him like a glove, a very lucky glove—and as they made their way through the restaurant, heads turned to watch him walk past.

Lex followed the host to their reserved table, and Clark followed Lex’s hips in a pleasant daze.

They were shown to a curtained booth, and when the host pulled back the heavy drape, Clark made a little sound of pleasure. It looked like a fairy tale come to life, snug and intimate. They sat on deep benches, upholstered in warm floral tapestry and the space was made even cozier by the golden glow of small wall sconces reflecting off the aged wooden walls. They faced each other over snow white linen and Lex smiled—Clark couldn’t help smiling back, Lex looked so pleased with himself.

“Wow, this really is nice, Lex! Thank you for bringing me here—and you know, I could be taking pictures of it too…if someone hadn’t rushed me and made me leave the camera at home,” he pretended to grouse.

Lex tutted softly as he looked over the wine list and smirked slightly. “That’s just terrible,” he murmured and Clark gave him an icy glare.

“Well, Mom expects pictures, I did promise her.”

“But don’t you think the one million pictures you took of Fraulein Maria’s stomping grounds will appease her apparently insatiable desire for photos?”

“You really shouldn’t tease the one you love like that.”

“You’re right—I shouldn’t.” Clark smiled at him. He knew he would anyway. He was counting on it.

Their orders were taken, and they chatted together, stopping every once in a while to just…look at one another.

Clark felt filled with light. This was it, everything he’d ever wanted, right here, across from him. There was no way it could get better than this. Right at this moment, he was so damn happy that he wasn’t even worried about his dad’s reaction when he got home.

Much.

Nope, not worried at all—it wasn’t like dad would kill him, or Lex…Clark grabbed his water goblet and finished it in one gulp.

Lex stopped in the middle of a story he was telling about one summer in Hawaii with a former roommate of his, and asked Clark if he was okay.

“Oh, yeah, ‘m just fine…so you and Bob went skinny dipping…” Clark smiled weakly.

“Skinny dipping? I said we went skin-diving and his name was Bru—Clark. What’s on your mind? You’re completely distracted. Either that or my story is completely boring.” He smiled ruefully.

“Oh, you’re never boring Lex! Never!” Clark quickly assured him, and Lex chuckled.

“All right, I’m more than willing to believe you.”

A quiet knock came from the archway of the curtained alcove.

“Come,” Lex called and the waiter whisked the curtains back and their meals were served, beautifully prepared and presented in a way that was lost on Clark—it was way past their usual dinnertime, and he was hungry.

Lex thanked the waiter, waited until their privacy was restored, then leaned over and kissed Clark. “Let’s eat, hmm?”

Clark unfolded his napkin into his lap and sniffed appreciatively. “This is fun, it’s like eating in a tent—a really fancy tent…”

“Yes, of course, exactly like a tent.” Lex snorted. “ All we need are franks and beans to make the illusion flawless.”

Clark laughed, “ Shut up, you are such a *snob*!”

Lex looked shocked, as he spooned a bit of gravy over Clark’s schnitzel. Don’t be ridiculous, I eat—well, I drink-- at the Talon don’t I?”

“ Oh, of course, you mingle with the common folk—how did I forget that? Besides, you’re a part owner of the Talon. And why is my schnitzel naked? Where’s the breading?”

“This is better, it’s a natur schnitzel-the flavor is more delicate, you’ll like it. Believe me.”

Clark pouted, but took a bite anyway, and glared at Lex. No way was he going to admit it was delicious. Know-it-all.

Lex grinned and took the opportunity to explain the origin of each dish they ate—explaining how Austrian food was an amalgam of many influences from different countries as Clark nodded and inhaled his dinner and tried to remember to look properly impressed by each nugget of information. He was licking his lips and squashing his napkin in his hands while Lex was still picking apart his dinner. Clark shook his head—he was becoming used to what Lex considered a meal, but he still couldn’t believe that anyone could live on the bird-like amounts Lex nibbled down. He managed to wait patiently until Lex had the plates removed and requested coffee—and dessert.

Clark beamed. “What did you order,” he asked. “Pie? Chocolate cake?”

“Strawberry tart,” Lex smiled.

“What? But—it’s so—so little…tarts are just tiny little pie teases—they’re made for hobbits…did you order like—three or five?” he asked hopefully.

“You’re going to love it,” Lex insisted. Trust me.”

Clark was completely convinced of how wonderful a choice it was when Lex fed him the miniature strawberries that topped the creamy tarts—he was beyond convinced when Lex leaned close to him, kissed him and passed him the tart fruit on his tongue. Clark sucked both with enormous pleasure. The tiny fruit were delicious bursts of strawberry, concentrated and intense, each no bigger then the tip of Lex’s fingers. Those fingers were becoming pink with the juice and tasted as sweet as the berries to Clark. He held Lex’s hand in his, darted his tongue out to touch, and all the while he kept his eyes locked on Lex, glowing in the soft amber light. Clark gently sucked on each finger and Lex’s lips parted on a sigh and Clark thought he’d never seen him so beautiful, never felt so close to him.

There was no *way* it could get better than this.
*******

Climb Every Mountain

Clark groaned and arched back against the sheets. It did get better—worlds and worlds better—unbelievably better….

Back again at the hotel, relaxed and pleasantly stuffed, Clark had taken his miraculously un-besmirched tux off, and was feeling pretty good about keeping himself food-free, when Lex came up behind him. The first thing he noticed was that he was naked—that was a good thing.

The second thing he noticed were Lex’s fingers, sliding under his tee shirt. After that was a long list of things noticed, his fingers tweaking his nipples, Lex’s tongue in his ear, his teeth gliding along his neck, his fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers, his leg sliding in between his, his—oh! God! His erection grinding into his hip, sliding until he was grinding against his ass…Clark was breathing hard, and getting harder, Lex’s fingers were warm and smart and making him feel dizzy. Lex slid the boxers down his legs, and just the material rubbing against his skin was enough to make his dick jump. He ran his hands slowly up and down his thighs, plucking gently at the hair leading to his groin, teasing Clark unmercifully.

“You’re evil!” Clark gasped when Lex’s hands slid over his dick and cupped him, “you’re evil!” he groaned when he squeezed his balls and made him quiver—“Evil!” he panted when Lex pressed his thumb against the slit and made pre-come drool over his hand…Clark was besides himself. Lex had never really touched him like this before--he’d touched him, but not like he wanted to tease and taste every inch of him, like he wanted to make even his skin come.

He turned in Lex’s arms and tried to sink to his knees. He wanted to have sex, and wanted it now. Lex stopped him, and backed him up carefully until he bumped against the bed and sank down into the thick down comforter thrown across it. Lex crawled up over him and settled his weight on Clark’s thighs.

Clark groaned and sighed. It was like lying in a cloud with an angel. An angel with a hard-on…and that just made it better….

Clark panted, Lex licked his chest, Clark gasped, Lex sucked tiny little purple blooms down his breastbone and up again, Clark squeaked, Lex took each rosy nipple in his mouth and sucked until it was hard and dark, and then nipped gently until Clark was moaning out loud and trying to lift his hips. Lex grinned. “Like that?”

Clark said, “Yooaagh…”

“Mmm, thought so.” He bent his head back to his task and Clark yelped happily with each nip downwards. He opened his eyes when he heard Lex make a little sound of confusion, damn, he was looking at his totally unmarked chest—time to distract him—but Lex had similar ideas for different reasons, he slid down Clark’s legs, Clark groaned again at the feel of Lex’s hot heavy dick painting a wet trail down his leg as he moved.

Clark shuddered—he had to have him in his mouth now—and then Lex’s equally hot tongue was weaving circles on his belly, twisting around his navel and flitting in and out, his mouth was pressed against it and he was …fucking his navel, and Clark jerked and glistening strings dripped from his dick to his belly…he was going to come if Lex didn’t stop. Right. Now.

“Hush, Clark…enjoy it.” Lex whispered against his burning skin. “Relax and enjoy it as much as I am.”

“But—it’s not right—oh! Oh! Oh!”

Lex’s mouth pushed down, down on his dick and slid upward, sucking hard as he could as he rose back up.

Clark nearly lifted off the bed, he arched and yelled, and his dick pulsed, and he thought he might come from that but some how, he held out. He needed to have Lex come with him. “No. Lex, let me do it please, let me!” he tried to wrap one hand around his dick, and he plucked weakly at Lex with the other.

“ Hush,” Lex said and easily fended Clark off, slid flat against the bed and wormed Clark’s legs over his shoulder and sucked him once, twice, let his dick pop out of his mouth and worked his mouth over his balls.

“Fuck!”

Lex hummed against the tender flesh, sucked it into his mouth and tongued swirls against the skin before pulling gently free and tonguing lower, lower until Clark was quivering and moaning non-stop and Lex was kissing and sucking the sensitive skin around his hole, smaller and smaller circles until he was tonguing the quivering muscle itself and Clark was discovering new meaning to the word ecstasy.

A rolling wave of heat and electricity ran through him, wave after wave, all centered on the tongue pushing into him, the wet heat, a weird and electrifying combination of hard and soft, slipping in and out of him—and then Lex added a finger to the mix, and the finger felt even better, and two fingers felt better than that and three fingers pushing in made him scream, touched something inside that made little stars explode in his spine. Clever tongue and fingers and the smooth hot hand on his dick suddenly made the world, usually so confusing, so very, very simple—he had to share his new found enlightenment with Lex—
“FUCK ME!” Simple really-- everything reduced to two simple words…Lex was a genius.
******

Lex was so involved with what he was doing that he jumped and yelped when Clark screamed ‘fuck me’ at the top of his lungs and hurried to comply. “Yes, yes, just let me get supplies…”

“Supplies? We’re not going camping—fuck me now!” Clark growled, red from his head to his toes, flushed and wet and hard, so hard…Lex touched his dick, and it twitched and drooled, and Lex licked his lips. He looked up at Clark’s face and he felt a spike of lust like a punch in the gut—Clark looked desperate, frantic, like he needed it now or he’d die. “Really, we don’t need anything, really—please!”

Lex pressed his fingers against Clark’s mouth and shook his head. He reached out for the side table and got his supplies. A condom--he’d never put one on faster in his life, and so much lube it was ridiculous, but it was Clark’s fault for grabbing himself and groaning like…like an animal, a very sexy animal, when he was trying to get the cap off the tube….

Clark protested slightly when Lex coaxed him to his belly, “Trust me, it’ll be easier this way—I promise you’ll like it.”

He was shivering at this point and looking at Lex like he held his soul in his hand, and he pulled his hips up and stroked some of the over abundance of lube on Clark’s dick, loving the way it flexed in his hand.

Clark moaned and pushed into Lex’s fist, again and again and begged Lex for more, Lex pushed his fingers inside him, evenly stroking in and out until Clark was babbling and relaxed and begging— begging for him--it turned him on beyond belief to have this gorgeous Adonis pleading for him…the first push in made Clark yell into his pillow and Lex had to stop, bit his lip hard.

The heat, the first resistance and then a slow easing into the hot tight clasp, the way Clark shook and moaned his name and begged Lex to fuck him harder…Lex panted and ground his teeth into his lip, tried not to slam into the boy—it was like bathing in fire…it was the most amazing moment of his life. It was—he arched his back and gasped, “God, Clark,” and slammed home.

Clark screamed and pushed back, shoved back, fucked back like his life depended on it and Lex felt his balls draw up, felt his blood boiling, his heart hammering, for a moment he was almost certain he was going to die,---he felt Clark clamp around him, felt his dick pulse and jerk as he came, shooting over the sheets, his hand, god—that was it, the breaking point, everything Lex was exploded and melted and blew out his dick. His throat was raw and aching and he realized he was screaming—fuck—screaming! He didn’t ever scream….
But it seemed yeah he did—he screamed I love you Clark, until he couldn’t speak at all, and Clark kept thanking him, over an over and…yeah.

It really, really could get better.

TBC

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