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Brother's And Heroes part 22
The story goes on. Lex has a lot to say, most of it naughty, some of it silly, a little bit of it sad. That's my hope anyway. I have this, and Dis Pater to finish. And then--we're done, YaY!
I'm so happy to see a lot of fresh stories, it's always a thrill to read a new SV story. There are some wonderful ones out there! I'd like to think the fandom will never die, that as each writer drops off, someone new will add to the wonderful stories Smallville has given birth to.
Anyway, enough babbling, here's some smut for you!
rating needed--probably 4? *grin*
Parts Before
When Harry woke Lex was sitting on the floor in his boxers, humming to himself as he sorted and filed whatever it was he had. A box of pictures sat next to the pile of envelopes, there were notebooks and loose pages and tied bundles of envelopes on the floor. Lex tilted his head back against the edge of the bed and smiled up at him. His crossed his arms across his chest, his ribs too visible—Harry knew if Lex leaned forward he’d be able to count each knob on his spine. Lex despised his thinness. It made Harry want to protect him.
He watched him for a bit and asked, “What’s up, man, what are you doing?”
“I just felt like looking over my pictures and stuff. You wanna see?”
Harry nodded and slipped to the floor wrapping himself in the blanket he pulled down as he slid.
“This is my mom, and my dad,” Lex said. “My mom died a few years ago. I still miss her so much.”
Harry reached over and cupped his cheek, kissed him on the temple. Lex leaned against him without speaking for a beat and then passed him another picture. “This is my aunt and uncle…”
He stopped and stared at the picture, lost in thought. Harry picked up another picture laying face down and turned it.
“Who the hell is that?” he growled.
Lex looked over and saw a picture of Bruce. “That? That’s…” that’s kind of unbelievable he thought. Bruce looked…amazing. Blue eyes, blue as ice stared out of the photo, black hair draped over his eyes a bit, he was in swim trunks and he was like a Greek statue come to life. Fuck. When did Bruce grow up?
He looked into Harry’s eyes and smiled. That’s my cousin, you dork.”
Harry colored a little and grinned sheepishly, “Oh, heh. He’s kind of good looking, isn’t he?”
Lex laughed and bumped his shoulder against Harry, who immediately grinned wider and pressed back. “Jealous? And this is my baby cousin, his brother.” He handed him a picture of Clark, and smiled.
Harry was staring at him, watching him. “Baby? How the fuck old is this kid?” he was frowning again.
Lex huffed in exasperation. “ My *cousin* is eleven.”
“Oh. Oh—eleven… he doesn’t look eleven at all, and you’re not looking at him like he’s your cousin.” He was still frowning as he handed the picture back to Lex and refused to talk. He stood and looked for his clothes.
“Harry, you asshole--do you hear yourself? You’re getting jealous of a little eleven-year-old kid! Come on! Get a hold of yourself—that’s sick.”
Harry whipped around and stared at him, for a long moment, and then slowly nodded his head.
“Yeah, yeah you’re right. I’m sorry. That is sick.”
He kept dressing and walked to the door. “I’ll be back in a little bit okay? I don’t know why I’m acting like an asshole—how about I come back when I’m a human being again?” He smiled a little.
Lex nodded, waved him off and put his pictures away. He wasn’t going to show Harry how much it hurt for him to leave.
******
It was past curfew by the time Harry came back. Lex jerked awake hard enough to make the bed shake and rolled over toward the door, “Harry?”
“Shhh! Yes, it’s me,” He giggled. “Quiet!” and staggered a little as he wandered towards the bed. He dropped his shoes with a clunk to the floor.
“Where have you been? I was worried, damn it.” Lex’s eyes narrowed in annoyance as he watched Harry struggle with his coat and fumble over his shirt buttons.
He shook his head. “No, no, it’s fine, I’m fine. I was at Vic’s.” Lex felt a bit of relief until he saw that Harry’s undershirt was inside out and stained, ripped at the collar. Lex nearly growled aloud.
“What the fuck, what if you’d been caught in her room?” It was plain what they’d been doing in her room, the bitch…he’d have to make it crystal clear to that tramp Harry was off limits now…
Harry stared at him, eyes red and glassy, lips quivering. “Please don’t yell at me, if you do I’ll cry.”
Oh fuck! exasperation made him huff; now he was dealing with little girl Harry. “All right. I won’t yell. Come on, get in bed…” Harry came close and Lex wrinkled his nose and waved him off. “God no, take a shower first.”
“Noooo…”
“Yes. I’ll take one with you, okay?” Lex had no desire to fight with him, he was too tired and too annoyed.
“Yeees!” Harry grinned gleefully and pulled Lex out of bed and into the double stalled shower that served four rooms of that floor.
He let himself be dragged along by Harry, and as he bumped up against him, Lex grimaced and tried to keep his head turned, breathed through his nose. “God, did you throw up, you stink like vomit—you just stink in general—why did she let you go in this condition?”
Harry dropped his head and tears flooded his eyes. “ She didn’t. It happened after I left.” He sobbed. “I misbehaved.”
“Christ—knock it off—don’t be a baby, damn it.” Lex stripped as Harry fumblingly pulled his clothes off. He reached around the bulk of him and turned on the faucets, adjusted the temperature and as soon as he was nude, pushed Harry in. He leaped in after him and threw his hand against his mouth, anticipating the yell of shock.
Over his hand, Harry’s eyes were twinkling as if he’d heard the funniest joke ever. Lex tried to stay angry, but he couldn’t help but smile, he looked like a huge wicked elf. Harry vibrated with muffled laughter and in seconds the two of them were laughing helplessly. Harry grabbed Lex and hugged him against him.
“I love you—forever and ever and ever!”
“Well now, this is a dream come true, declarations of ever-lasting love in the shower at one in the morning—cool. ”
“Yeah…ever-lasting love…” He stared off into the distance, smiling fatuously and Lex shook his head.
“Harry, you’re pretty much an idiot.”
Harry grinned. “When it comes to you, I am.”
Lex laughed, and reached for the shelf holding the shampoo and conditioner and the soap. He grabbed a washcloth from the hooks below it. He rubbed the soap covered cloth over Harry’s chest, his arms, ignored his giggling and squeaking. “ Tickles!” He tried to roll into a ball while standing and nearly pulled Lex to the floor.
“Oh god, you’re a walking ad for birth control.”
Harry grabbed him, kissed him sloppily and shoved him against the tiled wall. “You’re the only one I want” He leaned against Lex, pressing him into the tiles, pushing between his legs. He was too aggressive, too rough, too drunk, but Lex was still aroused a little. He fought with Harry for control, pushing back, stopping when he trapped Harry against the opposite wall. Lex pushed his fingers up under his chin until his head was tilted back, eyes narrowed, panting, shaking a little….
Water splashed on the boy’s shoulders and sprayed over Lex and he blinked to clear his eyes. Harry was staring at him, mouth open a little, eyes cloudy with confusion and want. His hands curled around Lex’s shoulders, ran up and down his side, caressing his ribs, fingers dancing over the knobs of his spine. He reached down, slid his hands around his hips and clutched Lex’s ass and squeezed, hard. He groaned, so desperately needy a sound that Lex was hard in an instant.
Harry gasped, “Fuck me.” and Lex choked on a spray of water.
“Please, fuck me. Please.”
Lex groaned, his dick slapped against his belly, the sight of Harry turning to the wall and presenting himself made him burn. He took a step back, he had to see everything…
Harry’s muscular figure bent slightly, head down between his outstretched arms, senseless syllables poured from his mouth, words that made it plain how much he wanted.
Lex pressed himself over the curve of his wide back, and his dick slipped into the cleft of his ass, he pulled back and pushed in again, watching the blush-red head of his dick slip in and out of view. He slid to his knees, pressed Harry’s cheeks apart, ran feather light touches over the puckered ring of muscle. Each pass of his fingers he pressed deeper, until his finger slid into slick smooth heat, the walls giving, clinging, he bent his head to see, closer and closer, and then, licked up the valley between his cheeks—he felt like he hardly knew what he was doing, but Harry groaned so loud, “yee-es….”
He pulled his fingers free and touched the tip of his tongue to him, the ring of muscle clenched when he stroked his tongue over it, softened when he twisted it gently against the pucker, opened slightly when he alternated stroking with his tongue, and stroking with his thumb.
Harry’s legs began to shake and he groaned without stop, Lex pushed deeper with his thumb, he slid his other thumb in along side it and opened the muscle wider, and fucked him with his tongue. Harry was begging him, and he felt like his own body was on fire. Harry began to jerk himself off, and Lex thought that was hot…he pressed his face harder against him, and lapped and sucked at the tender flesh around his hole, driving his tongue deeper, deeper…he could tell by the sounds Harry made he was close to coming. He reached around and stilled his hand, “wait.”
Harry shook his head violently, “I can’t…can’t stop.” But he took his hand away from his streaming dick and pressed both hands so hard against the tile, Lex halfway expected to hear them crack. He grabbed a bottle of conditioner from the shelf, knocking the shampoo to the shower tiles and slopped a bit in his hand, slicked himself, and pressed the head of his dick against him—he slid in easily, deeply-- deeper than he meant to.
Harry moaned, fingernails scraping uselessly against the slick tiled wall, breath barking out of him as Lex pushed in, slid out, pushed in, he grabbed himself again and the noise he made stole all control from Lex, he pounded into Harry, all thought flown, any desire to make it slow and make it last, to tease an orgasm out of Harry was gone, all he wanted now was to come, in Harry, feel Harry come-- the world was centered on where his dick entered him, where muscles squeezed and milked him. Dimly he heard Harry yelling, but what was important to him now was the fire filling him, shooting out of his dick….
The next thing he was aware of was not warm enough water running down his back—he shivered, pulled a groan out of Harry.
“Get up, you’re killing me…”
“Fuck," Lex grit his teeth, pulled out and fell against the wall—he felt like he was still flying on the rush of orgasm. Harry turned to him, laughing, draped himself over Lex’s shaking body. “Incredible, right?”
“Oh, god—that was more than incredible—that was fucking mind altering--that was like…” he waved his free hand in the air, the other wrapped in Harry’s yellow curls. He shook his boyfriend’s head sharply “Fuck.”
“Yeah, Harry said, sounding awed. “Yeah, exactly.”
I'm so happy to see a lot of fresh stories, it's always a thrill to read a new SV story. There are some wonderful ones out there! I'd like to think the fandom will never die, that as each writer drops off, someone new will add to the wonderful stories Smallville has given birth to.
Anyway, enough babbling, here's some smut for you!
rating needed--probably 4? *grin*
Parts Before
When Harry woke Lex was sitting on the floor in his boxers, humming to himself as he sorted and filed whatever it was he had. A box of pictures sat next to the pile of envelopes, there were notebooks and loose pages and tied bundles of envelopes on the floor. Lex tilted his head back against the edge of the bed and smiled up at him. His crossed his arms across his chest, his ribs too visible—Harry knew if Lex leaned forward he’d be able to count each knob on his spine. Lex despised his thinness. It made Harry want to protect him.
He watched him for a bit and asked, “What’s up, man, what are you doing?”
“I just felt like looking over my pictures and stuff. You wanna see?”
Harry nodded and slipped to the floor wrapping himself in the blanket he pulled down as he slid.
“This is my mom, and my dad,” Lex said. “My mom died a few years ago. I still miss her so much.”
Harry reached over and cupped his cheek, kissed him on the temple. Lex leaned against him without speaking for a beat and then passed him another picture. “This is my aunt and uncle…”
He stopped and stared at the picture, lost in thought. Harry picked up another picture laying face down and turned it.
“Who the hell is that?” he growled.
Lex looked over and saw a picture of Bruce. “That? That’s…” that’s kind of unbelievable he thought. Bruce looked…amazing. Blue eyes, blue as ice stared out of the photo, black hair draped over his eyes a bit, he was in swim trunks and he was like a Greek statue come to life. Fuck. When did Bruce grow up?
He looked into Harry’s eyes and smiled. That’s my cousin, you dork.”
Harry colored a little and grinned sheepishly, “Oh, heh. He’s kind of good looking, isn’t he?”
Lex laughed and bumped his shoulder against Harry, who immediately grinned wider and pressed back. “Jealous? And this is my baby cousin, his brother.” He handed him a picture of Clark, and smiled.
Harry was staring at him, watching him. “Baby? How the fuck old is this kid?” he was frowning again.
Lex huffed in exasperation. “ My *cousin* is eleven.”
“Oh. Oh—eleven… he doesn’t look eleven at all, and you’re not looking at him like he’s your cousin.” He was still frowning as he handed the picture back to Lex and refused to talk. He stood and looked for his clothes.
“Harry, you asshole--do you hear yourself? You’re getting jealous of a little eleven-year-old kid! Come on! Get a hold of yourself—that’s sick.”
Harry whipped around and stared at him, for a long moment, and then slowly nodded his head.
“Yeah, yeah you’re right. I’m sorry. That is sick.”
He kept dressing and walked to the door. “I’ll be back in a little bit okay? I don’t know why I’m acting like an asshole—how about I come back when I’m a human being again?” He smiled a little.
Lex nodded, waved him off and put his pictures away. He wasn’t going to show Harry how much it hurt for him to leave.
******
It was past curfew by the time Harry came back. Lex jerked awake hard enough to make the bed shake and rolled over toward the door, “Harry?”
“Shhh! Yes, it’s me,” He giggled. “Quiet!” and staggered a little as he wandered towards the bed. He dropped his shoes with a clunk to the floor.
“Where have you been? I was worried, damn it.” Lex’s eyes narrowed in annoyance as he watched Harry struggle with his coat and fumble over his shirt buttons.
He shook his head. “No, no, it’s fine, I’m fine. I was at Vic’s.” Lex felt a bit of relief until he saw that Harry’s undershirt was inside out and stained, ripped at the collar. Lex nearly growled aloud.
“What the fuck, what if you’d been caught in her room?” It was plain what they’d been doing in her room, the bitch…he’d have to make it crystal clear to that tramp Harry was off limits now…
Harry stared at him, eyes red and glassy, lips quivering. “Please don’t yell at me, if you do I’ll cry.”
Oh fuck! exasperation made him huff; now he was dealing with little girl Harry. “All right. I won’t yell. Come on, get in bed…” Harry came close and Lex wrinkled his nose and waved him off. “God no, take a shower first.”
“Noooo…”
“Yes. I’ll take one with you, okay?” Lex had no desire to fight with him, he was too tired and too annoyed.
“Yeees!” Harry grinned gleefully and pulled Lex out of bed and into the double stalled shower that served four rooms of that floor.
He let himself be dragged along by Harry, and as he bumped up against him, Lex grimaced and tried to keep his head turned, breathed through his nose. “God, did you throw up, you stink like vomit—you just stink in general—why did she let you go in this condition?”
Harry dropped his head and tears flooded his eyes. “ She didn’t. It happened after I left.” He sobbed. “I misbehaved.”
“Christ—knock it off—don’t be a baby, damn it.” Lex stripped as Harry fumblingly pulled his clothes off. He reached around the bulk of him and turned on the faucets, adjusted the temperature and as soon as he was nude, pushed Harry in. He leaped in after him and threw his hand against his mouth, anticipating the yell of shock.
Over his hand, Harry’s eyes were twinkling as if he’d heard the funniest joke ever. Lex tried to stay angry, but he couldn’t help but smile, he looked like a huge wicked elf. Harry vibrated with muffled laughter and in seconds the two of them were laughing helplessly. Harry grabbed Lex and hugged him against him.
“I love you—forever and ever and ever!”
“Well now, this is a dream come true, declarations of ever-lasting love in the shower at one in the morning—cool. ”
“Yeah…ever-lasting love…” He stared off into the distance, smiling fatuously and Lex shook his head.
“Harry, you’re pretty much an idiot.”
Harry grinned. “When it comes to you, I am.”
Lex laughed, and reached for the shelf holding the shampoo and conditioner and the soap. He grabbed a washcloth from the hooks below it. He rubbed the soap covered cloth over Harry’s chest, his arms, ignored his giggling and squeaking. “ Tickles!” He tried to roll into a ball while standing and nearly pulled Lex to the floor.
“Oh god, you’re a walking ad for birth control.”
Harry grabbed him, kissed him sloppily and shoved him against the tiled wall. “You’re the only one I want” He leaned against Lex, pressing him into the tiles, pushing between his legs. He was too aggressive, too rough, too drunk, but Lex was still aroused a little. He fought with Harry for control, pushing back, stopping when he trapped Harry against the opposite wall. Lex pushed his fingers up under his chin until his head was tilted back, eyes narrowed, panting, shaking a little….
Water splashed on the boy’s shoulders and sprayed over Lex and he blinked to clear his eyes. Harry was staring at him, mouth open a little, eyes cloudy with confusion and want. His hands curled around Lex’s shoulders, ran up and down his side, caressing his ribs, fingers dancing over the knobs of his spine. He reached down, slid his hands around his hips and clutched Lex’s ass and squeezed, hard. He groaned, so desperately needy a sound that Lex was hard in an instant.
Harry gasped, “Fuck me.” and Lex choked on a spray of water.
“Please, fuck me. Please.”
Lex groaned, his dick slapped against his belly, the sight of Harry turning to the wall and presenting himself made him burn. He took a step back, he had to see everything…
Harry’s muscular figure bent slightly, head down between his outstretched arms, senseless syllables poured from his mouth, words that made it plain how much he wanted.
Lex pressed himself over the curve of his wide back, and his dick slipped into the cleft of his ass, he pulled back and pushed in again, watching the blush-red head of his dick slip in and out of view. He slid to his knees, pressed Harry’s cheeks apart, ran feather light touches over the puckered ring of muscle. Each pass of his fingers he pressed deeper, until his finger slid into slick smooth heat, the walls giving, clinging, he bent his head to see, closer and closer, and then, licked up the valley between his cheeks—he felt like he hardly knew what he was doing, but Harry groaned so loud, “yee-es….”
He pulled his fingers free and touched the tip of his tongue to him, the ring of muscle clenched when he stroked his tongue over it, softened when he twisted it gently against the pucker, opened slightly when he alternated stroking with his tongue, and stroking with his thumb.
Harry’s legs began to shake and he groaned without stop, Lex pushed deeper with his thumb, he slid his other thumb in along side it and opened the muscle wider, and fucked him with his tongue. Harry was begging him, and he felt like his own body was on fire. Harry began to jerk himself off, and Lex thought that was hot…he pressed his face harder against him, and lapped and sucked at the tender flesh around his hole, driving his tongue deeper, deeper…he could tell by the sounds Harry made he was close to coming. He reached around and stilled his hand, “wait.”
Harry shook his head violently, “I can’t…can’t stop.” But he took his hand away from his streaming dick and pressed both hands so hard against the tile, Lex halfway expected to hear them crack. He grabbed a bottle of conditioner from the shelf, knocking the shampoo to the shower tiles and slopped a bit in his hand, slicked himself, and pressed the head of his dick against him—he slid in easily, deeply-- deeper than he meant to.
Harry moaned, fingernails scraping uselessly against the slick tiled wall, breath barking out of him as Lex pushed in, slid out, pushed in, he grabbed himself again and the noise he made stole all control from Lex, he pounded into Harry, all thought flown, any desire to make it slow and make it last, to tease an orgasm out of Harry was gone, all he wanted now was to come, in Harry, feel Harry come-- the world was centered on where his dick entered him, where muscles squeezed and milked him. Dimly he heard Harry yelling, but what was important to him now was the fire filling him, shooting out of his dick….
The next thing he was aware of was not warm enough water running down his back—he shivered, pulled a groan out of Harry.
“Get up, you’re killing me…”
“Fuck," Lex grit his teeth, pulled out and fell against the wall—he felt like he was still flying on the rush of orgasm. Harry turned to him, laughing, draped himself over Lex’s shaking body. “Incredible, right?”
“Oh, god—that was more than incredible—that was fucking mind altering--that was like…” he waved his free hand in the air, the other wrapped in Harry’s yellow curls. He shook his boyfriend’s head sharply “Fuck.”
“Yeah, Harry said, sounding awed. “Yeah, exactly.”
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