Clark+Lex=Clex
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roxySome time ago, I was bitten briefly by the RPS bug. Not to worry, liberal applications of alcohol and a burning brand disinfected the bite, but it produced a few ficlits, which I’d like to share again with you. The links are to the original ficlets and what’s below is the final bit of these little slices of special hell cake—chocolate frosted! Mmmmm!
It’s probably best to read the first two parts before reading this, unless you’re really only concerned with the porn in which case, yes, there’s a bit of it here.
This bit (all of them actually) is rated 4. There’s sex, but it’s happy sex.
MR/TW
The first bit--
The second bit--
Clex
Tom stood outside the door. He’d been standing there for a while. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, they were too big and kept getting in the way…of what he had no idea. His throat was dry as cotton and he was sweating. And he felt really, really stupid.
What the hell was he doing out here?
Mike looked out of the peephole. Yep. Tommy was standing out there…damn. He slid down the door and silently bumped his head against the door.
He felt really, really stupid.
What the hell was he thinking?
What was he going to say, Oh hey Tom come on in—lubes in the side pocket? Fuck.
There was a quiet knock at the door that said please ignore me. Mike jumped up and yanked the door open and Tom fell in a little way. his fist raised and his mouth open.
“Oh-hehe-hi.”
“Yeah, heh-hi—you too. Hi.”
“Um, should I s--”
Mikes mind raced-oh my god, he’s gonna ask me if he should strip!
“Should I sit?”
‘What? Oh! Yeah, sure, sit. Here.” He pointed at the couch and Tom meekly went to sit on it, looking over his shoulder at Mike, looking…terrified.. Oh this is just stupid, we know each other—let me loosen him up…relax him…make him comfortable—fuck!!
Tom watched Mike grimace and blush redder and redder and felt his own ears flaming—good damn blushing—no wonder Clark blushed like a freak in all those stories—that he so did not read because they were hot—straight guys read gay fiction everyone in a while too, right? Jeez—what the hell—he was here to…whatever….
Mike came back with a couple of beers and a bag of chips clutched in his teeth.
He tossed a bottle to Tom and flopped on the couch.
Tom frowned. This was so not Lex--but right, right—Mike wasn’t Lex and he wasn’t Clark ‘cause if he were—he wouldn’t know why he was here. And Tom knew why he was there on the couch with Mike, who looked really hot even with the head stubble, and the chin stubble and the chest stubble and for all he knew, back stubble—he nearly bit the bottle— how the hell could the thought of back stubble make him hard…man—
******
Mike looked at Tom and wondered if he should have dressed? He looked down at his slightly worn sweatpants and tee—protect your nuts…not exactly sexy…what should he do… well, he kind of knew, it wasn’t like this was his first time—well, it’d be his first time sober. Maybe that was the key. Get blind stinking drunk and let proximity and nature have its way.
No. Tom was looking at him.
Looking.
God—*hard*—and what an understatement *that* was.
Did he have any idea what he looked like, Mike wondered. He shifted uncomfortably and Tom’s eyes went right to his crotch and he did that Clark thing…blushed…ommygodclarksuckmenow…,” Chips?” he yelped brightly.
“Hunh?” Tom was caught off guard. He knew Mike knew he was checking out his crotch. Why would he offer him chips? Go-o-od—didn’t he know how to go about this either? He’d just kind of assumed Mike would—have some experience. Being an enormous albeit adorable slut and all…shit.
Tom closed his eyes. Okay—in the stories—well they basically just kind of fell on each other’s lips a lot—followed by falling on each other’s dicks. He giggled. Mike lifted an eyebrow. He giggled some more. Mike smiled, and he giggled some more and Mike started giggling and he started laughing and then they were laughing together and falling against each other—wow! Kissing…so you could fall on someone’s lips—who knew?
Tom leaned back and pulled Mike on top of him, and concentrated on the feel of the kiss, different from—oh god—don’t go there…but—softer, deeper, wow, Mike could really kiss. He’d thought he’d be too fast or too hard or too something, but wow…it was like sinking deeper and deeper into warm…fire. Mike stroked him with his tongue, slid it under his lips and over his tongue and the roof of his mouth and it just kept getting hotter and hotter and he got harder and—he hadn’t felt this breathless and dizzy and so wide open and wanting more since he was a kid…
The flat hard chest pressed against his was frightening and sexy, it made him shudder when he slid against him, and he spread his legs so he could wrap them around Mike and feel more of him, more of his heat…Mike’s dick pressing against the inside of his thigh hurt when he ground down…not hurt really, it was…just so--there---okay he wasn’t making sense but it was making him lift, and try to rub his own dick against Mike’s.
He slid his hand in between them because he had to feel and it was hot in his hand too, and jerked when he touched it and –wet, his pants were wet right at the tip of the bulge. Tom pushed Mike back. He had to see it.
Mike leaned back, his shirt shoved up under his armpits and a wet spot spreading over the bump in his sweats. He ran a hand over it, squeezed a little and Tom felt himself jerk in sympathy.
*****
Mike groaned in protest—why was he pushing him away—he changed his mind oh god not now and he was too fucking big to force him to keep going—not that he would he wasn’t a perv…oh fuck yes he was—
But Tom was just looking at him, so sexy, his lips were eve n redder and a little puffed from kissing. He was looking right at his cock. Mike looked down at himself, his tee under his pits and everything out, and fuck, he was turning himself on. His nipples were hard and tingling. Could he get Tom to lick them? He had to grab himself because the image was…he could feel pre-come rolling down his cock and it was now or never. He yanked his pants down and his cock hit his belly with a wet slap.
Tom gasped. “No underwear! I knew it—“
“What, were you taking bets or something?”
Tom stared at him, stared until Mike groaned “If you don’t stop looking so hard, I’m gonna come.” He leaned closer, drug his cock across Tom’s legs “I’m kinda glad you’re not Clark right now. What with the crispy vision and—unh!”
Tom grabbed his hips and yanked him forward and swallowed his cock. His eyes were screwed shut and his nose was wrinkled and he looked like he was anticipating something truly horrible. They both froze, him with his cock in Tom’s mouth, Tom’s big hands covering half his ass and if he moved just a little bit, he might get those fingers to slide inward. A little. Just a tiny…Tom’s tongue moved.
Tentatively, shyly, just the smallest move.
Mike thought his heart might stop.
Tom got a little bolder. He moved his head, and let Mike slip across his tongue a bit farther…Mike moaned loud and long to encourage him, and Tom seemed to get it. He sucked as he pulled back, and slowly moved down, increasing the pressure, feeling Mike, exploring Mike with his tongue, bobbed his head back and forth. Saliva slicked his lips and spilled over his chin and Mike lost himself in the sight of his cock riding Tom’s mouth, his red wet lips-- he pulled back all the way until Tom had to reach for him, his tongue arching out to capture the drops of pre-come that swelled and spilled over and Mike figured: seconds, he had seconds to last before that wave of electricity that was coming up from his toes and filling his groin and his brain and his everything blew out into Toms mouth—oh! He better warn him.
He grabbed handfuls of Tom’s hair and struggled not to bounce his cock off the back of his throat, opened his mouth. “OOOOOooh fuuuck!”
Okay, that didn’t work. Try again. “Suck me, faster, harder, Tommy suck me!” Crap…let me try that one more time--
“Tom, I’m about to come.” Mike felt incredibly proud of his ability to be lucid.
Tom’s hips rose from the couch. He dropped Mike’s cock long enough to gasp, “Oh god, me too,” and arched as he took Mike all the way down.
Lucidity went out the window. Words like Fuck and Come and “Stick your finger right in there feel that, now kill me, god yes! Yes! Yes! I’m fucking you next!” filled the air.
******
Blue light from the TV illuminated the sight of Mike crouched over him, glistening fingers pumping in and out of his ass and a determined look on his face and Tom thought it was going to be close, in him or on him…he shivered from head to toe. “Mike…”
“What?”
“Mike…”
“aaah—*what* for god’s sake!”
“I’m not gay….”
“Okay, shut now, all right? “ He slid up over Tom and grabbed handfuls of him. “Help me. I never did this before.” His eyes closed and sweat ran down his neck and Tom held him, held his dick upright so Mike could slide down slowly over him, and it was like sheathing yourself in liquid fire, he thought. God!
“Oh yeah, oh fuck, it hurts…no, don’t stop,” he snapped at Tom, and rocked a little, deeper and deeper until they both groaned.
“This is good, it’s really good,” Tom panted, “It’s good like the best sex ever, can you feel it?”
“Fuck yes, you and everything. I feel you like in my fucking back teeth!”
Tom laughed and groaned and held Mike, felt his stubbly skin prick against his chest, felt his pulse pound in his throat and around his dick and reached a point where his head was purely decorative. He fucked Mike until his brains rattled and his dick fed an electric line from his balls to his brain and shorted out every brain cell he had.
“I’m not gay you know,” Tom gasped later. He was flat on his back, covered with sweat and Mike.
“Oh no, no, me either,” Mike groaned and shifted so that he was spread across Tom like a blanket. Tom grinned. It was so cute, he weighed like, nothing.
“I mean, straight guys look at gay porn all the time right?” he mused. Mike opened an eye and pinned him.
“Uh, hunh. Really? Who told you that, Tommy?”
“Greg, the make-up dude. And he’s married too. Like me. And not gay.” And his dick was mashed right up against Mike’s and it felt good. He wished that he were gay, because he’d like to do this a lot with Mike. Many, many times. His dick approved. It deserved a reward for being so clever, Tom thought.
Mike tried not to grin as Tom explained why he wasn’t gay. Poor guy. He was *so* gay. Who was going to tell the poor kid? Maybe he’d have to explain bisexuality to him. Ummm. With flashcards and hands on demonstrations, yeah. He grabbed hold of his galloping libido and reigned it back in. Reality check. Paycheck. Fuck. Body check.
He turned serious, as serious as a buck-naked spooge covered guy laying on his friend and costar could get. “We can’t do this again.”
“Oh no—you’re absolutely right. We can’t.” Tom’s hands were rubbing circles on his back and squeezing his ass a little. “Never.”
“Right. One time thing. We were just curious.”
“Right. We got it out of our systems now.” His fingers were dipping back in, and making little zings of pain and ummm happen.
“So. We’re done?”
“Uhm hmm. We’re good, right.”
“Oh hell yeah. No nerves, no tension, no weirdness. Grown men here.” Tom was getting hard again—Jesus! What was he, twelve? Mike groaned. No way could he go again. His cock made interested motions but it was going nowhere and his ass wasn’t speaking to him. “No fucking way Tommy. I’m dead.”
Tom sounded so disappointed. “Oh, okay, sorry, I’ll just--”
Mike smiled. “Lay still while I say good bye. And just so you know, I’ll be speaking in tongues,” and waggled his tongue at him.”
Tom groaned. “I’m screwing an idiot.”
“Not yet,” he said and grinned a crooked smile from ear to ear.
It’s probably best to read the first two parts before reading this, unless you’re really only concerned with the porn in which case, yes, there’s a bit of it here.
This bit (all of them actually) is rated 4. There’s sex, but it’s happy sex.
MR/TW
The first bit--
The second bit--
Clex
Tom stood outside the door. He’d been standing there for a while. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, they were too big and kept getting in the way…of what he had no idea. His throat was dry as cotton and he was sweating. And he felt really, really stupid.
What the hell was he doing out here?
Mike looked out of the peephole. Yep. Tommy was standing out there…damn. He slid down the door and silently bumped his head against the door.
He felt really, really stupid.
What the hell was he thinking?
What was he going to say, Oh hey Tom come on in—lubes in the side pocket? Fuck.
There was a quiet knock at the door that said please ignore me. Mike jumped up and yanked the door open and Tom fell in a little way. his fist raised and his mouth open.
“Oh-hehe-hi.”
“Yeah, heh-hi—you too. Hi.”
“Um, should I s--”
Mikes mind raced-oh my god, he’s gonna ask me if he should strip!
“Should I sit?”
‘What? Oh! Yeah, sure, sit. Here.” He pointed at the couch and Tom meekly went to sit on it, looking over his shoulder at Mike, looking…terrified.. Oh this is just stupid, we know each other—let me loosen him up…relax him…make him comfortable—fuck!!
Tom watched Mike grimace and blush redder and redder and felt his own ears flaming—good damn blushing—no wonder Clark blushed like a freak in all those stories—that he so did not read because they were hot—straight guys read gay fiction everyone in a while too, right? Jeez—what the hell—he was here to…whatever….
Mike came back with a couple of beers and a bag of chips clutched in his teeth.
He tossed a bottle to Tom and flopped on the couch.
Tom frowned. This was so not Lex--but right, right—Mike wasn’t Lex and he wasn’t Clark ‘cause if he were—he wouldn’t know why he was here. And Tom knew why he was there on the couch with Mike, who looked really hot even with the head stubble, and the chin stubble and the chest stubble and for all he knew, back stubble—he nearly bit the bottle— how the hell could the thought of back stubble make him hard…man—
******
Mike looked at Tom and wondered if he should have dressed? He looked down at his slightly worn sweatpants and tee—protect your nuts…not exactly sexy…what should he do… well, he kind of knew, it wasn’t like this was his first time—well, it’d be his first time sober. Maybe that was the key. Get blind stinking drunk and let proximity and nature have its way.
No. Tom was looking at him.
Looking.
God—*hard*—and what an understatement *that* was.
Did he have any idea what he looked like, Mike wondered. He shifted uncomfortably and Tom’s eyes went right to his crotch and he did that Clark thing…blushed…ommygodclarksuckmenow…,” Chips?” he yelped brightly.
“Hunh?” Tom was caught off guard. He knew Mike knew he was checking out his crotch. Why would he offer him chips? Go-o-od—didn’t he know how to go about this either? He’d just kind of assumed Mike would—have some experience. Being an enormous albeit adorable slut and all…shit.
Tom closed his eyes. Okay—in the stories—well they basically just kind of fell on each other’s lips a lot—followed by falling on each other’s dicks. He giggled. Mike lifted an eyebrow. He giggled some more. Mike smiled, and he giggled some more and Mike started giggling and he started laughing and then they were laughing together and falling against each other—wow! Kissing…so you could fall on someone’s lips—who knew?
Tom leaned back and pulled Mike on top of him, and concentrated on the feel of the kiss, different from—oh god—don’t go there…but—softer, deeper, wow, Mike could really kiss. He’d thought he’d be too fast or too hard or too something, but wow…it was like sinking deeper and deeper into warm…fire. Mike stroked him with his tongue, slid it under his lips and over his tongue and the roof of his mouth and it just kept getting hotter and hotter and he got harder and—he hadn’t felt this breathless and dizzy and so wide open and wanting more since he was a kid…
The flat hard chest pressed against his was frightening and sexy, it made him shudder when he slid against him, and he spread his legs so he could wrap them around Mike and feel more of him, more of his heat…Mike’s dick pressing against the inside of his thigh hurt when he ground down…not hurt really, it was…just so--there---okay he wasn’t making sense but it was making him lift, and try to rub his own dick against Mike’s.
He slid his hand in between them because he had to feel and it was hot in his hand too, and jerked when he touched it and –wet, his pants were wet right at the tip of the bulge. Tom pushed Mike back. He had to see it.
Mike leaned back, his shirt shoved up under his armpits and a wet spot spreading over the bump in his sweats. He ran a hand over it, squeezed a little and Tom felt himself jerk in sympathy.
*****
Mike groaned in protest—why was he pushing him away—he changed his mind oh god not now and he was too fucking big to force him to keep going—not that he would he wasn’t a perv…oh fuck yes he was—
But Tom was just looking at him, so sexy, his lips were eve n redder and a little puffed from kissing. He was looking right at his cock. Mike looked down at himself, his tee under his pits and everything out, and fuck, he was turning himself on. His nipples were hard and tingling. Could he get Tom to lick them? He had to grab himself because the image was…he could feel pre-come rolling down his cock and it was now or never. He yanked his pants down and his cock hit his belly with a wet slap.
Tom gasped. “No underwear! I knew it—“
“What, were you taking bets or something?”
Tom stared at him, stared until Mike groaned “If you don’t stop looking so hard, I’m gonna come.” He leaned closer, drug his cock across Tom’s legs “I’m kinda glad you’re not Clark right now. What with the crispy vision and—unh!”
Tom grabbed his hips and yanked him forward and swallowed his cock. His eyes were screwed shut and his nose was wrinkled and he looked like he was anticipating something truly horrible. They both froze, him with his cock in Tom’s mouth, Tom’s big hands covering half his ass and if he moved just a little bit, he might get those fingers to slide inward. A little. Just a tiny…Tom’s tongue moved.
Tentatively, shyly, just the smallest move.
Mike thought his heart might stop.
Tom got a little bolder. He moved his head, and let Mike slip across his tongue a bit farther…Mike moaned loud and long to encourage him, and Tom seemed to get it. He sucked as he pulled back, and slowly moved down, increasing the pressure, feeling Mike, exploring Mike with his tongue, bobbed his head back and forth. Saliva slicked his lips and spilled over his chin and Mike lost himself in the sight of his cock riding Tom’s mouth, his red wet lips-- he pulled back all the way until Tom had to reach for him, his tongue arching out to capture the drops of pre-come that swelled and spilled over and Mike figured: seconds, he had seconds to last before that wave of electricity that was coming up from his toes and filling his groin and his brain and his everything blew out into Toms mouth—oh! He better warn him.
He grabbed handfuls of Tom’s hair and struggled not to bounce his cock off the back of his throat, opened his mouth. “OOOOOooh fuuuck!”
Okay, that didn’t work. Try again. “Suck me, faster, harder, Tommy suck me!” Crap…let me try that one more time--
“Tom, I’m about to come.” Mike felt incredibly proud of his ability to be lucid.
Tom’s hips rose from the couch. He dropped Mike’s cock long enough to gasp, “Oh god, me too,” and arched as he took Mike all the way down.
Lucidity went out the window. Words like Fuck and Come and “Stick your finger right in there feel that, now kill me, god yes! Yes! Yes! I’m fucking you next!” filled the air.
******
Blue light from the TV illuminated the sight of Mike crouched over him, glistening fingers pumping in and out of his ass and a determined look on his face and Tom thought it was going to be close, in him or on him…he shivered from head to toe. “Mike…”
“What?”
“Mike…”
“aaah—*what* for god’s sake!”
“I’m not gay….”
“Okay, shut now, all right? “ He slid up over Tom and grabbed handfuls of him. “Help me. I never did this before.” His eyes closed and sweat ran down his neck and Tom held him, held his dick upright so Mike could slide down slowly over him, and it was like sheathing yourself in liquid fire, he thought. God!
“Oh yeah, oh fuck, it hurts…no, don’t stop,” he snapped at Tom, and rocked a little, deeper and deeper until they both groaned.
“This is good, it’s really good,” Tom panted, “It’s good like the best sex ever, can you feel it?”
“Fuck yes, you and everything. I feel you like in my fucking back teeth!”
Tom laughed and groaned and held Mike, felt his stubbly skin prick against his chest, felt his pulse pound in his throat and around his dick and reached a point where his head was purely decorative. He fucked Mike until his brains rattled and his dick fed an electric line from his balls to his brain and shorted out every brain cell he had.
“I’m not gay you know,” Tom gasped later. He was flat on his back, covered with sweat and Mike.
“Oh no, no, me either,” Mike groaned and shifted so that he was spread across Tom like a blanket. Tom grinned. It was so cute, he weighed like, nothing.
“I mean, straight guys look at gay porn all the time right?” he mused. Mike opened an eye and pinned him.
“Uh, hunh. Really? Who told you that, Tommy?”
“Greg, the make-up dude. And he’s married too. Like me. And not gay.” And his dick was mashed right up against Mike’s and it felt good. He wished that he were gay, because he’d like to do this a lot with Mike. Many, many times. His dick approved. It deserved a reward for being so clever, Tom thought.
Mike tried not to grin as Tom explained why he wasn’t gay. Poor guy. He was *so* gay. Who was going to tell the poor kid? Maybe he’d have to explain bisexuality to him. Ummm. With flashcards and hands on demonstrations, yeah. He grabbed hold of his galloping libido and reigned it back in. Reality check. Paycheck. Fuck. Body check.
He turned serious, as serious as a buck-naked spooge covered guy laying on his friend and costar could get. “We can’t do this again.”
“Oh no—you’re absolutely right. We can’t.” Tom’s hands were rubbing circles on his back and squeezing his ass a little. “Never.”
“Right. One time thing. We were just curious.”
“Right. We got it out of our systems now.” His fingers were dipping back in, and making little zings of pain and ummm happen.
“So. We’re done?”
“Uhm hmm. We’re good, right.”
“Oh hell yeah. No nerves, no tension, no weirdness. Grown men here.” Tom was getting hard again—Jesus! What was he, twelve? Mike groaned. No way could he go again. His cock made interested motions but it was going nowhere and his ass wasn’t speaking to him. “No fucking way Tommy. I’m dead.”
Tom sounded so disappointed. “Oh, okay, sorry, I’ll just--”
Mike smiled. “Lay still while I say good bye. And just so you know, I’ll be speaking in tongues,” and waggled his tongue at him.”
Tom groaned. “I’m screwing an idiot.”
“Not yet,” he said and grinned a crooked smile from ear to ear.
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