SV fic post: Listen
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Title: Listen
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:nc-17
Word count: 3242
A/N:I felt bad about that Clark eating Lex thing, even though, if you squint, it was a happy ending.
Lex had just managed to drift off to sleep and sleep was hard to come by these days. He was more than annoyed to find himself wide awake and…something smelled off.
He lifted his head, rose up on his elbows. Sniffed. Really, there was an odd, toasted kind of….
“…Hi.”
“Shit!” He jumped hard, his legs jerking in a fight or flight response. He looked around wildly for a moment before realizing—he knew that voice.
One corner of the room looked a little blacker than the rest. It shifted, and a tiny mouse-like cough came from it.
“Clark?” because after all, who else could it be? He ought to fire everyone on his security staff, he should flog them in a public square, he should….
“Lex.”
What the hell--was he crying?—“Clark? What is it? Are you---did something happen?”
He started to get up before remembering that under the sheets he was wearing nothing. After all, he hadn’t planned on entertaining this evening. “Hey, come over here,” he said, keeping his tone low and soothing. He had the feeling Clark was about to bolt; but even so, he could tell Clark needed someone right now.
“I can’t…I don’t want you to see me.”
Lex stared hard into the corner. He made out his outline, a dark mass against the wall…“That’s going to be difficult, seeing as you’re standing in my bedroom at…Clark. Three in the morning? What’s going on--” Oh my God—“are your parents okay?”
“Yes. Everyone’s okay…”
Clark still hadn’t moved out of the shadows and he obviously had no plans to. Lex tried again. “Can you come over here Clark, I can’t go over there. I—uh—sleep in the nude. don’t want to shock you.” He smiled a little, knowing Clark couldn’t see him in the dark, and Clark choked.
Lex breathed a sigh of relief when the choke morphed into a little laugh.
“Really? You do? ” And Lex held back a chuckle at his scandalized tone. “I guess now you know *I* don’t,” Clark went on, and Lex could hear the smile in his voice.
“Let me guess…flannel jammies? With cowboys on them?” He was further heartened when Clark laughed again, a little weakly, maybe-- but it was definitely a laugh.
“Come on, Clark,” he said, held his hand out for a second, before dropping it. Of course Clark couldn’t see him in the dark. “Please?”
Clark hesitated and Lex was about to speak again, stopped when Clark said. “I’m scared.”
“Scared? What happened? Did someone try to hurt you?”
“No, I…”
Okay, that was definitely a sob. Lex jumped up and twisted the sheet around his waist, crossed to the far corner, and Clark yelped, “No! Lex—don’t--”
“It’s too late for ‘don’t’ Clark—you came here, remember?” The odd scent was stronger now, and Lex was reminded of charcoal, wood smoke—he felt about in the darkness, searching, until their hands met. He pulled him forward, or tried to—for a second Clark was as immovable as a statue and then he let himself be pulled forward. Something was definitely odd about him--
“I’m going to turn on the light, Clark--”
“You can’t! I mean…Lex.”
“Just a little one, all right…not a bright one, I promise, it’s practically a night light…” He found himself crooning, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of Clark’s hand. He walked backward, pulling Clark along as he spoke softly, soothingly, until they reached his bedside, turned on a small lamp there.
“Jesus. What the hell did you do?”
Clark stared at his feet, and shook his head. “I didn’t do anything.”
He was covered with soot from head to toe, and his clothing was charred. Parts of it had burnt to tatters. Clark lifted his head and looked at him, and his eyes were two sea green wells of pain and fear. They shone out of a streak of white—his nose and mouth were banded with black, his neck, his chest…Lex gasped in horror and Clark flinched like he’d hit him.
“My God…Clark…we’ve—you should be in a hospital! You need a doctor.” He grabbed at the charred remains of flannel shirt and shouted in shock when he realized parts of Clark’s clothing had melted to his skin. “Holy fuck! You need a fucking doc--”
Clark’s hand came up and pressed against his lips, silencing him. He looked so sad, so completely defeated.
“I don’t. Lex. I don’t need a doctor, or anything. I just need. To be here.” He said it and dropped his hand, his head.
Lex felt cold with shock, he stared at Clark and he had no idea what to do, what to say…“You were in a fire? Did…did you *start* a fire?”
Clark jerked and Lex wondered if it was guilt—was Clark at fault for whatever happened?
“No, I didn’t start it, but there was someone in the building and I pulled them out and I saved them and…and…I saved a cat.” He looked up at Lex and said it again, and started to laugh. “It’s all right.”
Lex knew better, he knew about things getting so not ‘all right’ that laughing was all you could do—laughing kept you from screaming….
Lex waited and when Clark folded over him, he was ready. His arms circled Clark. He stood still as Clark pressed his face into his neck, made soothing sounds as Clark cried on his shoulder.
Gradually sobs became words, and Lex strained to understand what Clark was saying. His heart broke when he realized what Clark was muttering over and over against his shoulder.
“Why can’t I be normal, I wish I was normal, I want to be normal…”
Lex held him and rocked him. “I know, I know. We all want to be normal, I know.” He tried to ease him to the bed, but Clark protested.
“Lex, I’m dirty and…stuff…” he brushed a little at the tattered clothing he wore and shock staggered him again—melted fabric, Clark should be screaming in pain not—not like this. He felt his mind racing around in circles trying to understand, feeling the edge of blindness starting to lift. He opened his mouth to question but instead he said, “Would you like a shower, Clark?”
Clark froze, he was plainly confused, obviously had been expecting something else. He smiled slowly, shyly and nodded. And blushed so deep a red that it was visible even in the low light and it was impossible for Lex not to smile back.
He let go of Lex, and grimaced. “I got you all dirty. And your—your sheet. Gosh.” He swallowed hard and backed away from him. “I’m sorry, Lex.”
Clark was paler under the soot and looked frightened and Lex felt a sharp pain under his ribs. For a moment, it felt like…Clark had finally figured everything out. Maybe he had, Lex smiled. “Clark, it’s fine. I don’t care.”
Clark shook his head. “I do.” His eyes dropped and he looked at his hands, flexed them, and reached out to grab Lex’s hand again. “I wanted to keep touching you.”
Lex had a fleeting feeling that he’d never actually woken up—that this was a dream, it had to be. He made himself look down at his hand, swallowed in Clark’s and the sight made his stomach flutter, not entirely pleasantly. He started to speak, but Clark gave him the ‘please don’t say anything’ look and he sighed.
“Come on, let’s get you in the shower.”
He led him to the bathroom, because Clark seemed determined not to let his hand go. He needed contact. In Lex’s experience, that signaled some event occurring so earth shattering, that the world wasn’t the same anymore as the one you woke in. He wondered what Clark was going to tell him about this. As he sat Clark on the edge of the bath, he realized that in a way, he’d already told him a lot this evening, more than he ever expected to know.
He glanced Clark’s way and the look on his face was…curious, filled with longing…Lex turned away. “I’ll get towels and…take your—ah—you need to undress…” Lex blushed like a teen and felt ridiculous.
Clark asked shyly. “Can you help me? I’m sorry, if you don’t mind. Some of it’s kind of stuck to me.”
“Clark. This doesn’t happen to ordinary people. I mean, not without a lot of pain and--you know what I mean.”
Clark nodded and said patiently, “Yes, but I told you already.”
“Clark, you didn’t…” He stopped, sighed and started again. “You’re saying you’re like me. Changed. That’s why you can—do the things you do. The things I know you can do, but we don’t talk about.” Lex hoped that he sounded casual.
Clark said, “Yes. I’m like you.” But he looked down and blushed as he said it and Lex was stunned. What was he lying about? Again?
Clark pulled at the bits of tee shirt clinging to him, it made a ripping sound as it pulled away from his skin and Lex helped to peel it off. His fingers slid over smooth unmarked skin and Lex thought, It took me days to heal from being burned, it was fucking agony, so fucking painful…if the fabric had melted to my skin like this, I can’t imagine…. But instead of saying anything to Clark he leaned forward and kissed the unmarred skin of his shoulder. He froze with his lips just grazing his skin, felt Clark stiffen and thought Fuck. I blew it.
Clark grabbed his hand as he tried to pull away. “I’m not like you, not at all—I’ll tell you everything, I promise--just please, let me get clean. Please.”
“Oh, God sorry, yes, shower, shower now, I—I--” Lex babbled and tried to concentrate his attention on peeling the rest of the charred material from Clark. “I think I have some sweats that might fit you and here’s the washcloth, and the soap is here, I’m sorry, you’ll have to use soap on your hair, I don’t have shampoo--”
“Lex! It’s okay, really. That’s why…” He stopped, and said, “I liked it. It felt nice.” He looked as if he was about to speak again and Lex turned him to face the shower, and scraped away the last bits of fabric clinging to him. He felt his fingers lingering on skin so warm and smooth that the desire to kiss it, lick it, filled every cell.
“Okay Lex, you have to let go so I can move,” Clark said, and his voice was lighter than it’d been before. Clark looked over his shoulder and smiled.
“I’ll be, ah…in the bedroom. Call me if,” Lex gestured vaguely and Clark smiled wider. “Okay. I’m leaving.”
Lex stood in the middle of his bedroom. Should he dress or not? Sit on the bed or chair, keep this sheet on or…he looked down at the soot streaked cotton and let it slide to the floor. At the same moment, Clark opened the door, wrapped in a towel that Lex was certain had been much bigger when it was hanging on a hook in the bathroom.
“Oh,” they said at the same time. “Sorry!” Again, simultaneously. Lex opened his mouth, Clark opened his mouth, and Lex held up his hand. “Stop.”
Clark nodded, blushed, looked at Lex again and blushed harder.
Lex noticed with a feeling of pleasure that Clark hadn’t stopped smiling since he came out of the bathroom.
Clark still had a hand on the bathroom door; he took a small step forward. “Can we wait a bit until we talk, Lex?”
Lex swallowed a sigh, and forced down a familiar feeling of exhaustion, blinked—and Clark was right in front of him—Lex blinked again. What--
--the fuck? He blinked again and Clark was on the bed, arms over his head, pulling his ribcage taut, muscles rippled as he stretched and let out a huge child-like yawn that exposed every tooth and the inside of his mouth and his tongue curled at the tip, pink and wet…Lex shuddered, completely unable to look away.
Clark blinked sleepily. “Can I lie down for just a second, I’m so tired. I won’t fall asleep…”
“Go ahead, Clark, get comfortable. Do you want me to call your parents?”
He shook his head and smiled again, cloudy eyes roaming over Lex’s body. Lex felt himself pinking up—his ears felt warm, but he tried his best to look blasé— I’m nude? Really? I hadn’t noticed….
“They aren’t home. They’re in the city--” he yawned again. “Overnight.”
“If they call, won’t they worry when they don’t get you?”
Clark said no as he stretched out on the cool sheets. “I’m at Pete’s,” he sighed. “Pete knows I’m here…” He lay face down and cradled Lex’s pillow. “—told him to cover…” he muttered as he drifted off, his eyes closed and his breathing evened out and Lex stood staring down at him.
He was angry and thrilled and pissed off and confused. What did it mean? What the fuck was going on tonight? His head spun and he gave up thinking, dropped to the edge of the bed.
Clark woke and smiled at him. “Lex, can you hold me?”
Lex gaped, Clark’s words echoing in his ears and then nodded—what else could he do? He leaned over, encircled Clark tentatively—so carefully his arms were weightless.
Clark frowned. “No, hold me. I need you to hold me.” He hesitated and went on. “Hold me down. Hold my hands.”
Lex felt himself flush from head to toe. His dick shifted. Clark had no idea what he’d just asked for; Clark didn’t have an understanding of that kind of need... did he?
“You want to feel secure…” he felt out what Clark wanted, testing the waters “...would you feel safer if I held you down?”
Clark nodded slightly. “Yeah. I’d feel better.”
“All right. Let me dress, and...” he said hesitantly. And groaned to himself. He was already a little hard, no way could he touch Clark. “I'll need you to scoot back from the headboard so I can hold your wrists. Or I’ll have to sit on you.” He laughed weakly.
Clark groaned breathily. “Oh can you do that? Hold down all of me? And, not--not dress?"
God. He felt his teeth press too hard on his lower lip, managed to keep his voice steady enough to clearly say “Okay….”
When Lex took a chance and eased the towel off Clark’s hips, he was silent, but he lifted his hips. Even in the low light Lex could see the blush spread across his shoulders. He whispered, “Clark, I’m…"I’m hard.
“Please, Lex. I need you and I’m not stupid. There’s a reason I told Pete to cover, a reason I came here—was coming here--even before the fire…I just need you more now.”
“All right, Clark.” Lex positioned himself over him, not touching, just looking, watching Clark breathe harder. He put a hand in the middle of Clark’s back and felt a small tremor, pressed harder and felt the tremor grow.
“Lex…”
Lex lowered himself to the broad back and gasped. Clark was so warm, so smooth. He pressed himself against him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders and listened to his breath. He circled Clark’s wrists and sighed. His fingertips just met, and he tightened his grip as hard as he could, pressed Clark’s hands into the mattress.
Clark gasped again and again, every time Lex tightened his grip.
“I can feel it—I feel it,” and he sounded so surprised, and happy…Lex wondered again what else there was for Clark to tell him.
He felt his dick resting against Clark’s ass, feeling heat radiating from his skin and he shivered. Should he…
Clark decided for him, flexed so that Lex’s dick pressed deep into the cleft of his ass. The feel was astounding, just touching Clark was making him drip. He slid a hand under Clark and felt how hard he was. Clark yelped and groaned nearly at once and Lex chuckled.
He pressed forward and he was so wet, sweat and precome slicking the way. He gripped Clark harder and shifted forward and his dick slipped in the wet. Clark moaned aloud and shifted back.
Lex drew back and the crown of his dick rubbed over Clark’s hole, caught, slipped, rubbed and made Clark groan so loud it was nearly a howl.
“I know,” he croaked, “It feels good…” He pushed hard and his dick stuttered against Clark, who shuddered and arched, trying to capture Lex and Lex pushed a little harder and the head almost breeched the pucker. The sensation lit him inside like incandescent champagne, like Fourth of July sparklers running up and down his spine—he laughed and groaned and Clark laughed too.
“Clark, lift…” Clark arched his hips; Lex shifted so that once again his dick slid in the cleft, up and down, and he reached under Clark and grabbed his dick.
“Push into my hand,” he whispered in his ear and Clark moaned, began fucking the circle of his fingers. The feel of Clark’s dick sliding over his palm was hotter than he ever dreamed, better than any fantasy he’d ever had because there was touch and smell…he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked…taste…Clark begged him to put his hand back, to keep touching him and Lex felt his dick spurt, jump— sound, oh God, sound…. He closed his eyes and just felt--the heat, the weight, the silky skin slipping over iron, kissing his fingers and burning up his brain.
Pressure rose, filled his body with the need to come. He rocked against Clark and he slipped back and forth, friction made his heart beat crazily, muscles clench and vibrate. Before he was ready, orgasm swept up over him, blanked out everything except the feel of his dick flooding the two of them, slick, and wet and so hot…Clark pushed back and ground against him and he felt him swell, heard his breath catch and with a low moan, he filled Lex’s hand. His head hung down between his quivering arms and he whispered “Lex, Lex,” until he dropped to the mattress.
Lex fell with him, rolled to Clark’s side and stared at him. “Clark…”
“Wait. I want to ask you a question before you ask me the million and one things you have on your mind.”
Lex flinched and almost raised a hand to his forehead before frowning at Clark, Clark and his big grin.
“No, I can’t read minds and you really should know, you’re nowhere near as unreadable as you think you are.” He reached out his hand and cradled Lex’s side. “Do you love me?”
Lex nodded. “Yes.” And felt surprise when Clark just sighed and closed his eyes with a smile. That was it? He said yes and that was all there was to it? He reached out and slipped his fingers into Clark’s hair, pulled a little.
Clark opened his eyes again; warm green eyes that made Lex feel like he was sinking into them. He snuggled closer, and said. “I knew it, but I had to hear you say it. So that you would know too.”
Lex combed his fingers through his hair. “So…is this what happens with us now? I’m right in thinking there is an ‘us’, now?”
Clark yawned, reached out and pulled Lex to him. “Yes, Lex…weren’t you listening?”
Fin
4-29-2006
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:nc-17
Word count: 3242
A/N:I felt bad about that Clark eating Lex thing, even though, if you squint, it was a happy ending.
Lex had just managed to drift off to sleep and sleep was hard to come by these days. He was more than annoyed to find himself wide awake and…something smelled off.
He lifted his head, rose up on his elbows. Sniffed. Really, there was an odd, toasted kind of….
“…Hi.”
“Shit!” He jumped hard, his legs jerking in a fight or flight response. He looked around wildly for a moment before realizing—he knew that voice.
One corner of the room looked a little blacker than the rest. It shifted, and a tiny mouse-like cough came from it.
“Clark?” because after all, who else could it be? He ought to fire everyone on his security staff, he should flog them in a public square, he should….
“Lex.”
What the hell--was he crying?—“Clark? What is it? Are you---did something happen?”
He started to get up before remembering that under the sheets he was wearing nothing. After all, he hadn’t planned on entertaining this evening. “Hey, come over here,” he said, keeping his tone low and soothing. He had the feeling Clark was about to bolt; but even so, he could tell Clark needed someone right now.
“I can’t…I don’t want you to see me.”
Lex stared hard into the corner. He made out his outline, a dark mass against the wall…“That’s going to be difficult, seeing as you’re standing in my bedroom at…Clark. Three in the morning? What’s going on--” Oh my God—“are your parents okay?”
“Yes. Everyone’s okay…”
Clark still hadn’t moved out of the shadows and he obviously had no plans to. Lex tried again. “Can you come over here Clark, I can’t go over there. I—uh—sleep in the nude. don’t want to shock you.” He smiled a little, knowing Clark couldn’t see him in the dark, and Clark choked.
Lex breathed a sigh of relief when the choke morphed into a little laugh.
“Really? You do? ” And Lex held back a chuckle at his scandalized tone. “I guess now you know *I* don’t,” Clark went on, and Lex could hear the smile in his voice.
“Let me guess…flannel jammies? With cowboys on them?” He was further heartened when Clark laughed again, a little weakly, maybe-- but it was definitely a laugh.
“Come on, Clark,” he said, held his hand out for a second, before dropping it. Of course Clark couldn’t see him in the dark. “Please?”
Clark hesitated and Lex was about to speak again, stopped when Clark said. “I’m scared.”
“Scared? What happened? Did someone try to hurt you?”
“No, I…”
Okay, that was definitely a sob. Lex jumped up and twisted the sheet around his waist, crossed to the far corner, and Clark yelped, “No! Lex—don’t--”
“It’s too late for ‘don’t’ Clark—you came here, remember?” The odd scent was stronger now, and Lex was reminded of charcoal, wood smoke—he felt about in the darkness, searching, until their hands met. He pulled him forward, or tried to—for a second Clark was as immovable as a statue and then he let himself be pulled forward. Something was definitely odd about him--
“I’m going to turn on the light, Clark--”
“You can’t! I mean…Lex.”
“Just a little one, all right…not a bright one, I promise, it’s practically a night light…” He found himself crooning, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of Clark’s hand. He walked backward, pulling Clark along as he spoke softly, soothingly, until they reached his bedside, turned on a small lamp there.
“Jesus. What the hell did you do?”
Clark stared at his feet, and shook his head. “I didn’t do anything.”
He was covered with soot from head to toe, and his clothing was charred. Parts of it had burnt to tatters. Clark lifted his head and looked at him, and his eyes were two sea green wells of pain and fear. They shone out of a streak of white—his nose and mouth were banded with black, his neck, his chest…Lex gasped in horror and Clark flinched like he’d hit him.
“My God…Clark…we’ve—you should be in a hospital! You need a doctor.” He grabbed at the charred remains of flannel shirt and shouted in shock when he realized parts of Clark’s clothing had melted to his skin. “Holy fuck! You need a fucking doc--”
Clark’s hand came up and pressed against his lips, silencing him. He looked so sad, so completely defeated.
“I don’t. Lex. I don’t need a doctor, or anything. I just need. To be here.” He said it and dropped his hand, his head.
Lex felt cold with shock, he stared at Clark and he had no idea what to do, what to say…“You were in a fire? Did…did you *start* a fire?”
Clark jerked and Lex wondered if it was guilt—was Clark at fault for whatever happened?
“No, I didn’t start it, but there was someone in the building and I pulled them out and I saved them and…and…I saved a cat.” He looked up at Lex and said it again, and started to laugh. “It’s all right.”
Lex knew better, he knew about things getting so not ‘all right’ that laughing was all you could do—laughing kept you from screaming….
Lex waited and when Clark folded over him, he was ready. His arms circled Clark. He stood still as Clark pressed his face into his neck, made soothing sounds as Clark cried on his shoulder.
Gradually sobs became words, and Lex strained to understand what Clark was saying. His heart broke when he realized what Clark was muttering over and over against his shoulder.
“Why can’t I be normal, I wish I was normal, I want to be normal…”
Lex held him and rocked him. “I know, I know. We all want to be normal, I know.” He tried to ease him to the bed, but Clark protested.
“Lex, I’m dirty and…stuff…” he brushed a little at the tattered clothing he wore and shock staggered him again—melted fabric, Clark should be screaming in pain not—not like this. He felt his mind racing around in circles trying to understand, feeling the edge of blindness starting to lift. He opened his mouth to question but instead he said, “Would you like a shower, Clark?”
Clark froze, he was plainly confused, obviously had been expecting something else. He smiled slowly, shyly and nodded. And blushed so deep a red that it was visible even in the low light and it was impossible for Lex not to smile back.
He let go of Lex, and grimaced. “I got you all dirty. And your—your sheet. Gosh.” He swallowed hard and backed away from him. “I’m sorry, Lex.”
Clark was paler under the soot and looked frightened and Lex felt a sharp pain under his ribs. For a moment, it felt like…Clark had finally figured everything out. Maybe he had, Lex smiled. “Clark, it’s fine. I don’t care.”
Clark shook his head. “I do.” His eyes dropped and he looked at his hands, flexed them, and reached out to grab Lex’s hand again. “I wanted to keep touching you.”
Lex had a fleeting feeling that he’d never actually woken up—that this was a dream, it had to be. He made himself look down at his hand, swallowed in Clark’s and the sight made his stomach flutter, not entirely pleasantly. He started to speak, but Clark gave him the ‘please don’t say anything’ look and he sighed.
“Come on, let’s get you in the shower.”
He led him to the bathroom, because Clark seemed determined not to let his hand go. He needed contact. In Lex’s experience, that signaled some event occurring so earth shattering, that the world wasn’t the same anymore as the one you woke in. He wondered what Clark was going to tell him about this. As he sat Clark on the edge of the bath, he realized that in a way, he’d already told him a lot this evening, more than he ever expected to know.
He glanced Clark’s way and the look on his face was…curious, filled with longing…Lex turned away. “I’ll get towels and…take your—ah—you need to undress…” Lex blushed like a teen and felt ridiculous.
Clark asked shyly. “Can you help me? I’m sorry, if you don’t mind. Some of it’s kind of stuck to me.”
“Clark. This doesn’t happen to ordinary people. I mean, not without a lot of pain and--you know what I mean.”
Clark nodded and said patiently, “Yes, but I told you already.”
“Clark, you didn’t…” He stopped, sighed and started again. “You’re saying you’re like me. Changed. That’s why you can—do the things you do. The things I know you can do, but we don’t talk about.” Lex hoped that he sounded casual.
Clark said, “Yes. I’m like you.” But he looked down and blushed as he said it and Lex was stunned. What was he lying about? Again?
Clark pulled at the bits of tee shirt clinging to him, it made a ripping sound as it pulled away from his skin and Lex helped to peel it off. His fingers slid over smooth unmarked skin and Lex thought, It took me days to heal from being burned, it was fucking agony, so fucking painful…if the fabric had melted to my skin like this, I can’t imagine…. But instead of saying anything to Clark he leaned forward and kissed the unmarred skin of his shoulder. He froze with his lips just grazing his skin, felt Clark stiffen and thought Fuck. I blew it.
Clark grabbed his hand as he tried to pull away. “I’m not like you, not at all—I’ll tell you everything, I promise--just please, let me get clean. Please.”
“Oh, God sorry, yes, shower, shower now, I—I--” Lex babbled and tried to concentrate his attention on peeling the rest of the charred material from Clark. “I think I have some sweats that might fit you and here’s the washcloth, and the soap is here, I’m sorry, you’ll have to use soap on your hair, I don’t have shampoo--”
“Lex! It’s okay, really. That’s why…” He stopped, and said, “I liked it. It felt nice.” He looked as if he was about to speak again and Lex turned him to face the shower, and scraped away the last bits of fabric clinging to him. He felt his fingers lingering on skin so warm and smooth that the desire to kiss it, lick it, filled every cell.
“Okay Lex, you have to let go so I can move,” Clark said, and his voice was lighter than it’d been before. Clark looked over his shoulder and smiled.
“I’ll be, ah…in the bedroom. Call me if,” Lex gestured vaguely and Clark smiled wider. “Okay. I’m leaving.”
Lex stood in the middle of his bedroom. Should he dress or not? Sit on the bed or chair, keep this sheet on or…he looked down at the soot streaked cotton and let it slide to the floor. At the same moment, Clark opened the door, wrapped in a towel that Lex was certain had been much bigger when it was hanging on a hook in the bathroom.
“Oh,” they said at the same time. “Sorry!” Again, simultaneously. Lex opened his mouth, Clark opened his mouth, and Lex held up his hand. “Stop.”
Clark nodded, blushed, looked at Lex again and blushed harder.
Lex noticed with a feeling of pleasure that Clark hadn’t stopped smiling since he came out of the bathroom.
Clark still had a hand on the bathroom door; he took a small step forward. “Can we wait a bit until we talk, Lex?”
Lex swallowed a sigh, and forced down a familiar feeling of exhaustion, blinked—and Clark was right in front of him—Lex blinked again. What--
--the fuck? He blinked again and Clark was on the bed, arms over his head, pulling his ribcage taut, muscles rippled as he stretched and let out a huge child-like yawn that exposed every tooth and the inside of his mouth and his tongue curled at the tip, pink and wet…Lex shuddered, completely unable to look away.
Clark blinked sleepily. “Can I lie down for just a second, I’m so tired. I won’t fall asleep…”
“Go ahead, Clark, get comfortable. Do you want me to call your parents?”
He shook his head and smiled again, cloudy eyes roaming over Lex’s body. Lex felt himself pinking up—his ears felt warm, but he tried his best to look blasé— I’m nude? Really? I hadn’t noticed….
“They aren’t home. They’re in the city--” he yawned again. “Overnight.”
“If they call, won’t they worry when they don’t get you?”
Clark said no as he stretched out on the cool sheets. “I’m at Pete’s,” he sighed. “Pete knows I’m here…” He lay face down and cradled Lex’s pillow. “—told him to cover…” he muttered as he drifted off, his eyes closed and his breathing evened out and Lex stood staring down at him.
He was angry and thrilled and pissed off and confused. What did it mean? What the fuck was going on tonight? His head spun and he gave up thinking, dropped to the edge of the bed.
Clark woke and smiled at him. “Lex, can you hold me?”
Lex gaped, Clark’s words echoing in his ears and then nodded—what else could he do? He leaned over, encircled Clark tentatively—so carefully his arms were weightless.
Clark frowned. “No, hold me. I need you to hold me.” He hesitated and went on. “Hold me down. Hold my hands.”
Lex felt himself flush from head to toe. His dick shifted. Clark had no idea what he’d just asked for; Clark didn’t have an understanding of that kind of need... did he?
“You want to feel secure…” he felt out what Clark wanted, testing the waters “...would you feel safer if I held you down?”
Clark nodded slightly. “Yeah. I’d feel better.”
“All right. Let me dress, and...” he said hesitantly. And groaned to himself. He was already a little hard, no way could he touch Clark. “I'll need you to scoot back from the headboard so I can hold your wrists. Or I’ll have to sit on you.” He laughed weakly.
Clark groaned breathily. “Oh can you do that? Hold down all of me? And, not--not dress?"
God. He felt his teeth press too hard on his lower lip, managed to keep his voice steady enough to clearly say “Okay….”
When Lex took a chance and eased the towel off Clark’s hips, he was silent, but he lifted his hips. Even in the low light Lex could see the blush spread across his shoulders. He whispered, “Clark, I’m…"I’m hard.
“Please, Lex. I need you and I’m not stupid. There’s a reason I told Pete to cover, a reason I came here—was coming here--even before the fire…I just need you more now.”
“All right, Clark.” Lex positioned himself over him, not touching, just looking, watching Clark breathe harder. He put a hand in the middle of Clark’s back and felt a small tremor, pressed harder and felt the tremor grow.
“Lex…”
Lex lowered himself to the broad back and gasped. Clark was so warm, so smooth. He pressed himself against him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders and listened to his breath. He circled Clark’s wrists and sighed. His fingertips just met, and he tightened his grip as hard as he could, pressed Clark’s hands into the mattress.
Clark gasped again and again, every time Lex tightened his grip.
“I can feel it—I feel it,” and he sounded so surprised, and happy…Lex wondered again what else there was for Clark to tell him.
He felt his dick resting against Clark’s ass, feeling heat radiating from his skin and he shivered. Should he…
Clark decided for him, flexed so that Lex’s dick pressed deep into the cleft of his ass. The feel was astounding, just touching Clark was making him drip. He slid a hand under Clark and felt how hard he was. Clark yelped and groaned nearly at once and Lex chuckled.
He pressed forward and he was so wet, sweat and precome slicking the way. He gripped Clark harder and shifted forward and his dick slipped in the wet. Clark moaned aloud and shifted back.
Lex drew back and the crown of his dick rubbed over Clark’s hole, caught, slipped, rubbed and made Clark groan so loud it was nearly a howl.
“I know,” he croaked, “It feels good…” He pushed hard and his dick stuttered against Clark, who shuddered and arched, trying to capture Lex and Lex pushed a little harder and the head almost breeched the pucker. The sensation lit him inside like incandescent champagne, like Fourth of July sparklers running up and down his spine—he laughed and groaned and Clark laughed too.
“Clark, lift…” Clark arched his hips; Lex shifted so that once again his dick slid in the cleft, up and down, and he reached under Clark and grabbed his dick.
“Push into my hand,” he whispered in his ear and Clark moaned, began fucking the circle of his fingers. The feel of Clark’s dick sliding over his palm was hotter than he ever dreamed, better than any fantasy he’d ever had because there was touch and smell…he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked…taste…Clark begged him to put his hand back, to keep touching him and Lex felt his dick spurt, jump— sound, oh God, sound…. He closed his eyes and just felt--the heat, the weight, the silky skin slipping over iron, kissing his fingers and burning up his brain.
Pressure rose, filled his body with the need to come. He rocked against Clark and he slipped back and forth, friction made his heart beat crazily, muscles clench and vibrate. Before he was ready, orgasm swept up over him, blanked out everything except the feel of his dick flooding the two of them, slick, and wet and so hot…Clark pushed back and ground against him and he felt him swell, heard his breath catch and with a low moan, he filled Lex’s hand. His head hung down between his quivering arms and he whispered “Lex, Lex,” until he dropped to the mattress.
Lex fell with him, rolled to Clark’s side and stared at him. “Clark…”
“Wait. I want to ask you a question before you ask me the million and one things you have on your mind.”
Lex flinched and almost raised a hand to his forehead before frowning at Clark, Clark and his big grin.
“No, I can’t read minds and you really should know, you’re nowhere near as unreadable as you think you are.” He reached out his hand and cradled Lex’s side. “Do you love me?”
Lex nodded. “Yes.” And felt surprise when Clark just sighed and closed his eyes with a smile. That was it? He said yes and that was all there was to it? He reached out and slipped his fingers into Clark’s hair, pulled a little.
Clark opened his eyes again; warm green eyes that made Lex feel like he was sinking into them. He snuggled closer, and said. “I knew it, but I had to hear you say it. So that you would know too.”
Lex combed his fingers through his hair. “So…is this what happens with us now? I’m right in thinking there is an ‘us’, now?”
Clark yawned, reached out and pulled Lex to him. “Yes, Lex…weren’t you listening?”
Fin
4-29-2006
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5/1/06 03:14 am (UTC)Kisses!!
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5/1/06 03:47 am (UTC)I'm going to need to download some new porn now, too. *pouts*
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5/1/06 03:59 am (UTC)Gosh...is it really that rare here? Oh dear!
Second, that was *hot*.
Thank you so much! you have *no* idea how happy that makes me--that whole bit--grrrrr! *shakes it hard*
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5/1/06 04:08 am (UTC)I am going to sleep a very happy fangirl!
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5/1/06 04:38 am (UTC)You always do such a lovely job with the boys..
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5/1/06 05:24 am (UTC)So pretteh and sweet!
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And hawt.
Yis, this makes up for Clark eating Lex...
Although that was creepily excellent.
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5/1/06 03:06 pm (UTC)You are truly gifted, my dear. Enjoyed this one immensely.
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5/1/06 04:11 pm (UTC)Were you planning on having Clark reveal his secret to Lex, though? Or was the secret he wanted to reveal his love for Lex?
Clark only planned to tell Lex that he cared for him at first. And then things just....happened. *g*
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5/1/06 06:38 pm (UTC)I loved the Clark-eating-Lex thing, but I'll pretend I didn't so I can say how much this makes up for it ;)
Awesome job. Very hot.
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5/1/06 09:46 pm (UTC)Awesome description.
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Lexy would *so* totally be the master of this.
Nice! Kinda creepy with the fire that never got explained, but the last line was so perfect.
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5/2/06 02:59 pm (UTC)Well, the fire bit was kind of throw-away, true, and looking that bit over,entirely too vague...darn. But I'm glad you liked the last line. *g*
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5/1/06 10:56 pm (UTC)Hee.
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5/2/06 03:00 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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5/1/06 11:33 pm (UTC)Sweetness, hotness and your awesome writing make a most wonderful combination!
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5/2/06 10:35 am (UTC)Mmm, I needed a hot, sweet, happy fic tonight.
Thanks, honeybunch.
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