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Brothers and Heroes, part 54
Goodness! I think I'll actually make my goal, and still have time to make Lex a virgin again--in a different story, mind.
It was almost dawn, and Lex was still awake. Clark sat in a chair next to his bed. Both of them were quiet, but they’d been talking for a long time. Lex rolled onto his side and faced Clark, and Clark lifted an eyebrow.
“What?”
“I want you to understand, we’re still not friends.”
“Lex, if you said anything different, I’d wonder about you.” He smiled, and said, “But if you really hated me, really wanted me gone—I wouldn’t be here right now.” He stretched out long legs and crossed his arms over his chest and looked too damn comfortable Lex thought. Like he owned the chair he sprawled in. The thought made him shiver.
“You let Bruce know that I don’t want to talk to him. The funeral was it. I don’t want to see him again.”
“Okay.”
“It’s his fault. All of this stupidity…”
“Okay.”
“He ruined everything for everybody. Everything would have been different, better. No body would have suffered this much.” Lex’s voice broke and he pressed his lips tight.
“He…yeah.”
“You too. You ruined it too.” His voice shook again and Lex cursed, what the hell was wrong with him. He couldn’t blame the bourbon…whiskey…vodka…whatever all he drank last night or this morning—he bit his lip—oh shit, he was going to laugh and there was nothing funny about this and there was a huge alien superhero sitting next to his bed having the good grace to look guilty--finally.
Clark took a deep breath and Lex watched his rib cage expand and deflate and he said, “I know.”
“Why?” Lex’s internal critic groaned. You’re whining, it told him, whining like a baby…fuck and fuck again.
“I thought…I thought he needed me. I thought it was my duty. I thought maybe you didn’t need me as much as Bruce did, because...I thought my life would be easier.”
“Jesus, you’re such an asshole. So stupid. So completely stupid…”
“Hey--I was just a kid.”
Lex sneered at him. “Hah. What are you now?”
Clark closed his eyes slowly and sighed. “Oh God--so fucking old.”
Lex didn’t reply, didn’t move, he just nodded. There was nothing to say to that, not when he could see the truth of it.
“You should have someone normal, Lex, worthy of you.”
Lex snorted. “Who knows what’s normal? Besides, I thought I was a slut who slept with everybody…” he mumbled sleepily. He was so damn tired inside but his brain wouldn’t let up…image after image of his current life swept through his mind and most of it was unflattering….
“No, I’m the slut,” Clark said, and so seriously that Lex turned his head to look at him.
“What happened while you were gone, Clark? What did you do?”
“You really don’t want to know, and even if you do, I don’t want to tell you.”
Lex let the statement sink into the mess of his mind. He’d think about that later. He stretched out on the bed, yawned and spread his arms and legs wide. “You can lay down with me if you want.”
Clark shook his head. “No. I don’t want to sleep with you, if I get in bed with you, I’ll want to fuck you.”
Lex winced again. “Can you stop that, please?”
“What?”
“Stop…cursing like that.”
“Why, because it’s not what Robin would do? Or maybe you mean Clark? Sorry, I’m not what you wanted me to be? Besides,” he said, “what else am I supposed to say when I’m begging for your dick?”
“Damn it, stop. Shut up.”
“Come on--you don’t want me beg you to let me suck your dick? Let me touch it—just let me smell you, and I’ll be happy, let me kiss you and I swear, it’ll be enough--” his voice was deep and dark and he whispered huskily "--for now.”
Lex groaned, the sheet shifted over his hips as his dick swept under it to lay hard against his belly.
Clark inhaled. “I can smell you,” he said, his voice still a whisper. In the silent dawn, it felt like a shout.
“I know exactly what you smell like…I know what your come smells like. What your sweat smells like. Let me…” He reached out a hand and slipped it under the sheet, weaving his fingers over his hipbone, along the cut of muscle, the length of his erection. He slid his fingers out from under the sheet and licked them with a small moan.
Lex stared open-mouthed at Clark. Who the hell was this person? He wasn’t anything like the boy he’d lost, nothing at all like him. Lex watched in a trance as he stood and kneaded at the rise creasing his pants. He arched against his hand and slid his zipper down, pushed his hand inside his boxers and squeezed himself and Lex licked his dry lips. God…he was huge. Lex’s dick jerked and Clark laughed lightly, pressed his finger lightly against the spreading dark spot on the sheet. Lex groaned and his dick tried to rise against the pressure.
“See, you want me. You want to know how good I can make it for you, how hot my mouth is.” He climbed over Lex, straddled him, rubbing his ass lightly over the ridge of his dick, only the sheet and denim between them. Lex’s head dropped back and he began panting…
“You want to know if my ass is tight, hot—you want to know if I’m better than the others. I am--I’m going to suck your balls dry.” Clark groaned in his ear, and Lex froze.
“Stop, stop--Get up! Get out.”
“You’re kidding—now? What is it…Oh.” Clark sat back and sneered. “I get it. Sorry, virgin boy’s been dead for a long time. I’m good at pretending though. I can be what you want, I promise. Fuck me. Whatever you want—I know how you like it, I can be that.”
Lex let his head drop back against the pillow. “You—Bruce--Vic…all that time, looking for you, waiting and now…I have to say, this is a disappointment.“
He wanted to laugh but it came out—different—and finally he let himself go. Tears overflowed and spilled out, he dug his fingers into his eyelids as if that would hold them back. “Fuck—fuck—how can you do this to me? Why are you punishing me when it’s not my fault what happened? I didn’t send you away and I can’t read minds, you bastard.”
Clark was on the floor next to his bed, stroking his head, his shoulder. “Lex. I ‘m not trying to punish you—I don’t know how else to be. I love you. I do.”
Lex pushed him away and sobbed. “I thought ‘if I can’t be happy, I can help others to be'. I wanted to do what Robin and Green Lantern and all the others did. I wanted to help--"
“You did—you do! So much to help us all.”
He swallowed hard, and fought for calm. He managed not to sob when he said, ”I want you, I do so much but I’m afraid. How can I know you won’t hurt me again?”
“How can I know *you* won’t hurt me? You hurt me over and over and I always forgave you, can’t you forgive me?”
Tears still ran, his chest still ached. He closed his eyes. “God, I want to. I’m just so afraid of you.”
Clark shook his head. “Don’t be afraid of me. Not tonight.”
Lex laughed and wiped at his eyes. “There’s always tomorrow, right?”
Clark reached out for him, and Lex grabbed his hand, pulled him closer. “Go ahead, then. Make me feel like you care.”
“I do.” His hand touched down on the center of his chest, light as feathers. His fingers left warm trails over his skin, made his breath hitch, and nipples harden. Clark’s fingers swirled over him, moving lower and lower. His thumb rimmed his navel, dipped in and Lex couldn’t stop himself from lifting at the sensation. His hips dropped back to the bed and Clark inhaled, leaned slowly forward and when Lex didn’t stop him, repeated his thumb’s movement with his tongue.
Lex groaned, loud, long—this was a fantasy, a dream, it wasn’t happening. He was in the living room, where it was too hot and he was sweating and drunk out of his mind, alone on the couch, and dreaming that his hands were twisting in Clark’s hair, pulling it harder than he could have with any of the imitations he’d rented—he was dreaming that Clark was licking shiny wet trails around his navel and under, that he was sucking red kisses down to his dick. He was drawing lines with a wet pointed tongue tip right down to the crown. He licked around the ridge, rolled the head against his mouth.
It was such a good dream that Lex spread his legs wide and said, “Get on the bed,” and Dream Clark snuggled between his thighs and sighed. Hot air swept over his balls and his ass and hot kisses landed on his thighs. Lex giggled at the ticklish feel of Clark’s hair there. He watched Clark’s red mouth slide down his dick until his lips pressed against his belly and sighed. Groaned when he pulled back and kissed the tip--what an amazing dream—he pulled Clark away with double handfuls of thick hair so he could watch Clark try to capture him again. His hand wrapped around his dick, red lips pressed against the deeper red of his dripping head, wet fingers, wet mouth, Clark’s eyes rolled up, he groaned--and it was too much for Lex.
He slapped a hand over his mouth, screaming into his palm as he came suddenly and violently on Clark’s mouth, his chin and neck…
Lex was gasping in the aftermath of his orgasm—and Clark fell back, pulled his pants open and almost faster than Lex’s eyes could follow, jerked himself off. He ground his teeth together as he came and groaned like it hurt.
Lex couldn’t stop watching him. “Jesus, Clark…Clark…God, I’m not drunk. Oh thank God.”
Clark dropped over him. “Unnhh—I’d hug you but my hands are full. And my face is kind of…”
Lex yanked him close again and licked his mouth and chin clean, and they kissed, and this kiss was better than any kiss he’d ever had save one.
tbc
Brothers and Heroes, part 54
Goodness! I think I'll actually make my goal, and still have time to make Lex a virgin again--in a different story, mind.
It was almost dawn, and Lex was still awake. Clark sat in a chair next to his bed. Both of them were quiet, but they’d been talking for a long time. Lex rolled onto his side and faced Clark, and Clark lifted an eyebrow.
“What?”
“I want you to understand, we’re still not friends.”
“Lex, if you said anything different, I’d wonder about you.” He smiled, and said, “But if you really hated me, really wanted me gone—I wouldn’t be here right now.” He stretched out long legs and crossed his arms over his chest and looked too damn comfortable Lex thought. Like he owned the chair he sprawled in. The thought made him shiver.
“You let Bruce know that I don’t want to talk to him. The funeral was it. I don’t want to see him again.”
“Okay.”
“It’s his fault. All of this stupidity…”
“Okay.”
“He ruined everything for everybody. Everything would have been different, better. No body would have suffered this much.” Lex’s voice broke and he pressed his lips tight.
“He…yeah.”
“You too. You ruined it too.” His voice shook again and Lex cursed, what the hell was wrong with him. He couldn’t blame the bourbon…whiskey…vodka…whatever all he drank last night or this morning—he bit his lip—oh shit, he was going to laugh and there was nothing funny about this and there was a huge alien superhero sitting next to his bed having the good grace to look guilty--finally.
Clark took a deep breath and Lex watched his rib cage expand and deflate and he said, “I know.”
“Why?” Lex’s internal critic groaned. You’re whining, it told him, whining like a baby…fuck and fuck again.
“I thought…I thought he needed me. I thought it was my duty. I thought maybe you didn’t need me as much as Bruce did, because...I thought my life would be easier.”
“Jesus, you’re such an asshole. So stupid. So completely stupid…”
“Hey--I was just a kid.”
Lex sneered at him. “Hah. What are you now?”
Clark closed his eyes slowly and sighed. “Oh God--so fucking old.”
Lex didn’t reply, didn’t move, he just nodded. There was nothing to say to that, not when he could see the truth of it.
“You should have someone normal, Lex, worthy of you.”
Lex snorted. “Who knows what’s normal? Besides, I thought I was a slut who slept with everybody…” he mumbled sleepily. He was so damn tired inside but his brain wouldn’t let up…image after image of his current life swept through his mind and most of it was unflattering….
“No, I’m the slut,” Clark said, and so seriously that Lex turned his head to look at him.
“What happened while you were gone, Clark? What did you do?”
“You really don’t want to know, and even if you do, I don’t want to tell you.”
Lex let the statement sink into the mess of his mind. He’d think about that later. He stretched out on the bed, yawned and spread his arms and legs wide. “You can lay down with me if you want.”
Clark shook his head. “No. I don’t want to sleep with you, if I get in bed with you, I’ll want to fuck you.”
Lex winced again. “Can you stop that, please?”
“What?”
“Stop…cursing like that.”
“Why, because it’s not what Robin would do? Or maybe you mean Clark? Sorry, I’m not what you wanted me to be? Besides,” he said, “what else am I supposed to say when I’m begging for your dick?”
“Damn it, stop. Shut up.”
“Come on--you don’t want me beg you to let me suck your dick? Let me touch it—just let me smell you, and I’ll be happy, let me kiss you and I swear, it’ll be enough--” his voice was deep and dark and he whispered huskily "--for now.”
Lex groaned, the sheet shifted over his hips as his dick swept under it to lay hard against his belly.
Clark inhaled. “I can smell you,” he said, his voice still a whisper. In the silent dawn, it felt like a shout.
“I know exactly what you smell like…I know what your come smells like. What your sweat smells like. Let me…” He reached out a hand and slipped it under the sheet, weaving his fingers over his hipbone, along the cut of muscle, the length of his erection. He slid his fingers out from under the sheet and licked them with a small moan.
Lex stared open-mouthed at Clark. Who the hell was this person? He wasn’t anything like the boy he’d lost, nothing at all like him. Lex watched in a trance as he stood and kneaded at the rise creasing his pants. He arched against his hand and slid his zipper down, pushed his hand inside his boxers and squeezed himself and Lex licked his dry lips. God…he was huge. Lex’s dick jerked and Clark laughed lightly, pressed his finger lightly against the spreading dark spot on the sheet. Lex groaned and his dick tried to rise against the pressure.
“See, you want me. You want to know how good I can make it for you, how hot my mouth is.” He climbed over Lex, straddled him, rubbing his ass lightly over the ridge of his dick, only the sheet and denim between them. Lex’s head dropped back and he began panting…
“You want to know if my ass is tight, hot—you want to know if I’m better than the others. I am--I’m going to suck your balls dry.” Clark groaned in his ear, and Lex froze.
“Stop, stop--Get up! Get out.”
“You’re kidding—now? What is it…Oh.” Clark sat back and sneered. “I get it. Sorry, virgin boy’s been dead for a long time. I’m good at pretending though. I can be what you want, I promise. Fuck me. Whatever you want—I know how you like it, I can be that.”
Lex let his head drop back against the pillow. “You—Bruce--Vic…all that time, looking for you, waiting and now…I have to say, this is a disappointment.“
He wanted to laugh but it came out—different—and finally he let himself go. Tears overflowed and spilled out, he dug his fingers into his eyelids as if that would hold them back. “Fuck—fuck—how can you do this to me? Why are you punishing me when it’s not my fault what happened? I didn’t send you away and I can’t read minds, you bastard.”
Clark was on the floor next to his bed, stroking his head, his shoulder. “Lex. I ‘m not trying to punish you—I don’t know how else to be. I love you. I do.”
Lex pushed him away and sobbed. “I thought ‘if I can’t be happy, I can help others to be'. I wanted to do what Robin and Green Lantern and all the others did. I wanted to help--"
“You did—you do! So much to help us all.”
He swallowed hard, and fought for calm. He managed not to sob when he said, ”I want you, I do so much but I’m afraid. How can I know you won’t hurt me again?”
“How can I know *you* won’t hurt me? You hurt me over and over and I always forgave you, can’t you forgive me?”
Tears still ran, his chest still ached. He closed his eyes. “God, I want to. I’m just so afraid of you.”
Clark shook his head. “Don’t be afraid of me. Not tonight.”
Lex laughed and wiped at his eyes. “There’s always tomorrow, right?”
Clark reached out for him, and Lex grabbed his hand, pulled him closer. “Go ahead, then. Make me feel like you care.”
“I do.” His hand touched down on the center of his chest, light as feathers. His fingers left warm trails over his skin, made his breath hitch, and nipples harden. Clark’s fingers swirled over him, moving lower and lower. His thumb rimmed his navel, dipped in and Lex couldn’t stop himself from lifting at the sensation. His hips dropped back to the bed and Clark inhaled, leaned slowly forward and when Lex didn’t stop him, repeated his thumb’s movement with his tongue.
Lex groaned, loud, long—this was a fantasy, a dream, it wasn’t happening. He was in the living room, where it was too hot and he was sweating and drunk out of his mind, alone on the couch, and dreaming that his hands were twisting in Clark’s hair, pulling it harder than he could have with any of the imitations he’d rented—he was dreaming that Clark was licking shiny wet trails around his navel and under, that he was sucking red kisses down to his dick. He was drawing lines with a wet pointed tongue tip right down to the crown. He licked around the ridge, rolled the head against his mouth.
It was such a good dream that Lex spread his legs wide and said, “Get on the bed,” and Dream Clark snuggled between his thighs and sighed. Hot air swept over his balls and his ass and hot kisses landed on his thighs. Lex giggled at the ticklish feel of Clark’s hair there. He watched Clark’s red mouth slide down his dick until his lips pressed against his belly and sighed. Groaned when he pulled back and kissed the tip--what an amazing dream—he pulled Clark away with double handfuls of thick hair so he could watch Clark try to capture him again. His hand wrapped around his dick, red lips pressed against the deeper red of his dripping head, wet fingers, wet mouth, Clark’s eyes rolled up, he groaned--and it was too much for Lex.
He slapped a hand over his mouth, screaming into his palm as he came suddenly and violently on Clark’s mouth, his chin and neck…
Lex was gasping in the aftermath of his orgasm—and Clark fell back, pulled his pants open and almost faster than Lex’s eyes could follow, jerked himself off. He ground his teeth together as he came and groaned like it hurt.
Lex couldn’t stop watching him. “Jesus, Clark…Clark…God, I’m not drunk. Oh thank God.”
Clark dropped over him. “Unnhh—I’d hug you but my hands are full. And my face is kind of…”
Lex yanked him close again and licked his mouth and chin clean, and they kissed, and this kiss was better than any kiss he’d ever had save one.
tbc
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Now back to financial rack and ruin.
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And he's going to be a one-man slut from now on.
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That's why Whitney felt so guilty.
Clark might not be an angel any more, but he really does love Lex. Maybe he'll try to be better now.
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Stupid Clark.
*ahem*
I know. I'm grumpy and mean. Sex doesn't fix it! Say you're sorry, Clark!!
*ahem*
I luff you. Like, tons.
:)
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Luff you right back, little grumpy--*I mean*--little hunny-bunny!
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And Clark had *better*!!
He could have left *any time*. Or written, or called... But noooooo.
It's all about *him*.
*sporks him*
*smoooch*
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Did he just try turning it around and blaming LEX???????????????
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Oh, 'scuse me--I'm pretty much on Clark's side this fic. You know...I think I'm almost always on Clark's side...hmmmm...*ponders*
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I got a little teary when Lex broke down. But I always do. I can just hear Michael and your words do his beautiful voice justice. How I'd love to have him read this. *sighs*
They're together, and... I see in my mind the image of Clark in front of that angel statuary in the Pilot but his face is dark and shadowed, and it's Lex's that shines in the light.
I love that.
LOVE the sex too, because it ends with that kiss. And kisses can be better than sex.
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all sex between lovers should end with a kiss!
But I'd really have to be convinced about that better than sex thing...*G*