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Lex behaves badly
Clark throws up. A lot.
Ripley takes an interest.
Poor Jordan
Ripley, Believe It Or Not
Clark woke up, sweating and groaning. His body hurt, his belly hurt so bad. He looked down, and could see a slow wave of movement swept along his belly, a lump moved under the skin. She was moving, moving a lot, and it was hurting inside. He fingered the ridge, felt to see if it might have split, but it was smooth, the same.
He had to get up; lying on his back was making him feel nauseous, and the bed was swooping in circles. He staggered to his feet and walked back and forth across the room, gasping, and hissing with each fresh flow of pain. His head was swimming, he dragged himself over to his desk, and hung on as wave after wave of nausea and dizziness swept him. Cold sweat popped out on his lip, his forehead. “Mom…” He could barely whisper. He leaned his head on his arms and shook. “Ripley, stop, stop…you’re hurting me…”
Finally the pain eased enough that he could move without wanting to fall down. He shuffled to the bathroom, poured a glass of water and eagerly drank it down, his mouth was so dry. For a moment he felt good, and then, he was on his knees in front of the toilet, throwing the water back up. Every retch made his stomach contract and that made Ripley mad, she’d kick, and he’d throw up again and it just seemed to go on, long after he had anything in him to throw up.
******
Morning finally came, and he was unbelievably grateful. He’d finally managed to drop off to sleep around dawn, when he could hear Dad going out to start his day.
He felt tender and breakable, and a little sorry for himself. He sighed. Okay, a lot sorry for himself. This was just so wrong. A guy should never ever have to feel this way. Nothing against you, Rip. It’s not your fault. You were probably as upset as I was. he rubbed his belly as he talked to her and dressed, carefully. His stomach and back were still sore after last night. He’d fully expected to see his guts floating in the bowl--what a horrible night. He glanced at his closet door; at the Lex gown hanging there in all it’s lilac majesty.
Okay. He’d made up his mind. At some point in the night, somewhere between hugging the toilet, and shivering on the bathroom floor, miserable and trying to sleep, wrapped in a bath sheet because there was no damn point in leaving the bathroom, he’d come to an important decision. A possibly suicidal decision but he couldn’t see any other way. And he didn’t want any other way.
“Swear, Ripley, this is the best choice. We need to do this. It’ll be okay, I promise.”
She stretched and kicked him in the stomach, and he took that as a good sign.
******
“There you are, Clark, about time you got up. I’ll need your help today, son.”
Mom and Dad were already sitting at the table, breakfast made, a cup of coffee poured and waiting next to his plate. He grabbed it and took a quick gulp. Ick“This is decaf, isn’t it?”
His mom winced and grinned. “Well, better safe than sorry,” she said, as he rolled his eyes.
“Mom, Dad. We need help.” He could have been less dramatic, he figured, but he didn’t have a lot of time. Food was waiting.
His mom and dad stopped eating and looked up at him. He pulled the chair out and sat. Ooo, waffles. And peaches! He loaded his plate and attacked a waffle while his parents stared, waiting. “Arm sarwe, jufa sec…” He swallowed. “Help. This is not going to work. I’ve been thinking about it, trying to figure out how we’re going to handle this and you know, I can’t have a baby here. I can’t just show up one day with a kid. I’ve got to do something. Soon. Go somewhere.”
“Like…where?” His dad asked.
I don’t know.” He stabbed a piece of waffle and frowned. “It’s not like we have family I can go to,” he said, and wasn’t quite sure what to say when Dad blushed and looked a little angry, and a little sad. Mom grabbed his hand and squeezed.
“Clark, I have been thinking about it, too. We can say the baby is mine. Or we can say we adopted, we can say…”
He sighed and shook his head. “No, Mom--I need help before Ri—the baby’s is born. Last night—“ He stopped and drew in a shuddery sigh. “I thought I was going to die, I really did.” At his mom’s gasp, he went on, explained what he’d gone through the previous night, and how scared he’d been.
His parents looked devastated, and tears ran down Mom’s face. “Oh, Clark, honey…”
“Yeah. It’s not like we can run to the emergency room, hunh? I’m going to ask for help from the only person I know who might be able to help…Lex.”
His dad jumped to his feet, furiously shouting, “HELL NO!”
Mom reached out and grabbed his arm. “Jonathan! Clark—that’s crazy! He’ll...he’ll…’
“He’ll cut you into little bits and examine the bits—he’ll take you apart to see how you work and to see if he can make money from it—he’ll kill you trying to find out what makes you…you.” Dad dropped back down to the couch, drained and pale. “No, I forbid you to talk to him. No.”
Mom stared at him, fear making her paler than normal. “Your father is right, Clark. He’ll never let you go if you tell him—he’ll hurt you, and your child. He might not plan to, but he will.”
Clark stared at them thoughtfully, before speaking, carefully, softly, but without doubt. “You’re not getting it. He’s my only chance. If something goes wrong, he is *our* only chance. Besides you, he probably knows more about me than anyone else. I’m going to take my chances. and pray I saw what I thought I saw.
”I told you, you are forbidden to talk to him—to tell him anything. I mean it, Clark.”
Clark stood, planted his feet, and folded his arms. Stubborn stance. He frowned and said. “I’m really sorry, but I have to do this. You’ll understand, once you get past your hatred of him, you’ll understand.’
“Clark—son--I don’t hate him. It’s just…I can tell a man’s character. I’ve been around long enough to be able to tell who’s a good man and who’s not—he’s not a good man.”
Clark nodded. “I’m sure you think so. I guess for Smallville, he is a bad man. But we don’t really know what kind of life he lives in Metropolis. What makes him a bad man here, might be what he needs to survive in the city, Dad.”
“What—Clark, a man is good, or he’s bad. That’s all there is to it.”
“Dad, I understand that you believe what you’re saying to be true. I think it might not be so simple. I have to leave now…can I come back?”
“Will you be *able* to come back,” Mom nearly yelled. “Will he let you go—I’m coming with you.”
“No. I have to go by myself, or he won’t listen. He’ll let me go. I know he will.” pretty sure he will
Clark might not have all his abilities, but he could still move faster than the average human, and he was gone before his parents could move.
*****
Clark wasn’t stupid. He knew the very real possibility existed that Lex would just throw him into a lab somewhere and never let him out, or more likely that he’d turn him away without even letting him speak. But he was counting on the gut feeling he had, that Lex would never hurt him, not purposely. Clark snorted. Not as curious as he was. He was counting on that too--how curious Lex was. And he had the hope that Lex still cared enough to help.
He trudged along the road, and wished he’d taken the truck but he’d pretty much ruined things with Dad, and he didn’t want to make it worse, if that was even possible. He was still hoping that he was going to let him back in the house, but…damn.
It was hot. Was it always this damn hot so late in the season?
He was more than halfway there, and his tongue felt like a bathmat in his mouth. Damn Luthors Damn living so far away in the frigging woods…god—could it get hotter? He dragged himself over to the side of the road, slid down the small rise and flopped on the grass. He breathed heavily for a bit, relaxed. As long as no one drove up, he’d be fine.
“So. What do *you* think he’d going to do? I wish I’d been as positive as I acted with Mom and Dad. He’s going to kill me. After the way he snubbed me in the Talon, I must be crazy to do this.” He sighed and turned to his side. “At least I know what’s going on now. He definitely loves me. No, seriously, he does. Did you see the look on his face when I was…not crying? He cares. Jordan said so too.” Clark felt a pang thinking of him. But what the heck, life was full of guilt and pain, and, and…not nearly enough ice cream.
He huffed and got to his feet, and refused to put a hand in the small of his back and groan. Hell no.
A few yards down the road, he threw caution to the winds and pulled off his sweatshirt—the shirt underneath was damp on the back and under the arms, it clung a little but it felt a hell of a lot better. He mopped his face and tied the sweatshirt sleeves around his waist—just—and trudged onward.
When he finally he caught sight of the castle through the trees, he could swear there was a halo around it, a host of angels sang, and music chimed. Or maybe it was just the sunstroke.
He had to walk up to the front gates because he couldn’t pull open the bars anymore. He pushed the buzzer and waited.
“Yes?”
“I’m, unh…Clark…Clark Kent…to see Le—Mr. Luthor, please.”
“One moment.”
Clark waited, prepared to wait a long time, and suddenly the gates buzzed and opened. He felt a bit of surprise, and a bit of pleasure. He let him in!
******
He was led to the library, a room he’d rarely seen, by the butler, a man he’d rarely seen, what with the letting his own self in…
“Mr. Luthor will be in as soon as he’s able,” he was told, and Clark spent a few miserable boring minutes until the butler guy was back with lemonade.
Lemonade.
It made Clark snicker, thinking of Lex sipping lemonade. He drank a cold, sweating glass of lemonade packed with delicious crunchy cubes of ice, and pretended that it had been made just for him—once it might have been true. He drank another glass, and wondered if it would be rude to wander down to the kitchen and get something to eat. He leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. Nice work, that. Paneled. Hunh. He’d never noticed that before. Squares in squares…nice…brown…nice….
Lex shook his shoulder.
“Clark. You feel asleep.”
Clark blinked sleepily at him and yawned. “I’m sorry, Lex.”
“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.”
He looked down and spoke in a small voice, “Lex I need your help. I have a problem that I think you can help me with…”
******
He sat back and watched Lex’s expression. He hadn’t said one word the entire time, just listened. Steepled his fingers and watched Clark’s face, and was silent.
Clark asked, “Well, will you help?”
Lex stood and walked around from the heavy wood desk. He came around to lean against it, facing Clark. “Well. You need me. Imagine that.” He smiled, a slow, almost leer. “I can help you—but you need to help me in return.”
Clark swallowed. “Help…you?”
“Nothing’s free, Clark. Surely you know that by now.” Lex unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers. He slid his hand into the open zipper. “Come here Clark.”
Clark walked hesitantly over to stand in front of Lex. “Lex…please. I don’t…” He stopped, and Lex smirked, and urged him to his knees with a hand on his shoulder
“Have you ever sucked dick, Clark?”
Clark nodded slowly, his face was burning, he felt like crying, but he needed Lex’s help, and at the same time, he was so hard he was almost dizzy.
Lex eased his cock out and held it, and Clark parted his lips, let him slide it into his mouth.
Lex pumped his hips slowly, watching him and muttering, “Suck, suck, suck...”
Clark groaned, there was no way this should be so hot—Lex was using him, but still—
Clark tried to take all of it, he tried to remember what he did with Jordan, but it was too much. He was wild and erratic, too soft too hard too quick--it didn’t matter, Lex was panting and yanking him by his hair, babbling and groaning.
“God, Clark, suck it, show me how much you want my help, suck my dick…”
Clark felt a hot flash and his cock spurt every time Lex said suck, and he was saying it a lot. He reached down and stroked himself, his sweatpants were wet, and he was sliding easily through his hand—Lex growled I think “I’ll fuck you next” and Clark came, hard, screaming around Lex’s cock.
Lex grunted and spurt in Clark’s mouth, hips jerking against him, driving his cock down his throat.
After a bit he pulled back and Clark reluctantly released him.
Lex tucked himself back in his trousers and stared down at Clark with a sneer. “All right—I’ll *consider* helping, maybe you’ll learn to give a decent blowjob…” he looked down at Clark. “—say, you’re getting kind of tubby, aren’t you?”
Clark jumped to his feet. “You know what, I’m getting sick and damn tired of everyone calling me fat--”
“Clark! Clark, wake up! “
Clark moaned and opened his eyes. He was instantly aware of Lex’s scent, it was in his nose and in his mouth, no wonder…his cock throbbed and he was suddenly horribly aware that god no, he’d come in his pants…he glanced down, Lex glanced down too, and his mouth dropped open.
“Clark?”
And Clark yanked his sweatshirt around to cover his crotch.
Lex closed his mouth. “It’s okay,” he said firmly. “I know…it happens. Don’t worry.” He blushed faintly. “I tried to wake you up, I thought you were having a nightmare,” He smiled ruefully. “Sorry. We can have those laundered, it won’t take long…”
Clark shook his head violently and covered his face. “No, no. Please, god, shut up.”
Lex coughed, and walked away to sit at the desk facing the couch. “So, what’s wrong?” Lex asked, and the momentary flash of concern and friendship was gone, replace by what Clark thought of sometimes as the Ice Queen persona. “You need something or you wouldn’t be here. And by the way, thank you for not just breaking your way in. That was an uncommon display of manners, earlier.”
Fuck you “Yes, well, I’m trying. Lex, before I tell you something, you have to promise me—never mind. Okay,” he sighed, “It’s like this—I’m an alien. And I’m sort of pregnant.”
Lex stood, face cold and his eyes narrow, pinning Clark. “All right. Thank you for visiting. I enjoyed your little joke.”
Clark panicked and yelled, “Everything you ever thought about me was true!”
Lex stopped, tilted his head to one side. “So. You truly are an enormous pompous, judgmental ass?”
Clark stopped blinked, blinked again. “Well…yee-es, but I didn’t mean just that.” Lex’s expression didn’t change but his eyes warmed and Clark smiled inside. He wasn’t stupid. All was not forgiven, but he might have a chance. “And the other stuff—your room, it’s all about me. I know what you said, but it’s *my* picture blown up on the wall, and by the way…what purpose did *that* serve?”
Lex flushed, and Clark made a face. “Ew, you jerk off in front of it, don’t you?” And his cock twitched. I want to see that...And you know I’m not human--”
“I do *not* jerk off—“Lex gasped. “Not human? You *are* a mutant, aren’t you? Like half your graduating class…like me? I *knew* it! Why did you have to hide that from me? Why couldn’t we have shared that, Clark?”
“Because I’m not—I really am an alien. A pregnant alien.”
Lex sat on the couch next to him. “Hah—this is will make you laugh, I thought you said pregnant.”
Clark nodded.
Lex said, “Pregnant. Not. You see, that’s not possible.” A dawning light of horror washed over his face. “God, you have a tumor, don’t you? It’s affected your mind. Oh god…I thought you were just getting fa--”
“I will kill you. One more word, I swear.”
“You look wonderful, Clark. You do. Your hair looks great—really great…you can’t tell--” he broke off with a small noise suspiciously like a very tiny quiet sob.
He stared at the ceiling until Clark pulled his face down. “I know what you’re thinking, you. Listen. Pregnant. Really, not human—and I need your help. Desperately.”
Lex swallowed. “I…I…”
Clark said, “I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Whatever you…you want from me. Just please, help me.”
“How is this possible? Wha—was--did you self-impregnate?”
“What?” Clark squinted at Lex. “Like a flatworm? Geez, no!”
“Oh, excuse me,” Lex said, “You’re staring at me like I just said something completely insane, and yet, I’m talking to a pregnant man. A pregnant alien man. And I’m just supposed to believe that. That’s just a little too impossible before breakfast, Clark.”
Clark sighed and pulled his shirt up.
Lex gasped. “Oh my gosh…I was right, they operated on you?”
“No, Lex. Here.” He grabbed Lex’s hand, and pressed it over the swelling. “Feel.”
“Feel what—“ And Ripley did a nice lazy Immelman, and followed it up with a handstand.
“FUCK!” Lex jumped up and waved his hand at Clark. “What the FUCK was that?”
“Ripley.”
******
tbc
Lex behaves badly
Clark throws up. A lot.
Ripley takes an interest.
Poor Jordan
Ripley, Believe It Or Not
Clark woke up, sweating and groaning. His body hurt, his belly hurt so bad. He looked down, and could see a slow wave of movement swept along his belly, a lump moved under the skin. She was moving, moving a lot, and it was hurting inside. He fingered the ridge, felt to see if it might have split, but it was smooth, the same.
He had to get up; lying on his back was making him feel nauseous, and the bed was swooping in circles. He staggered to his feet and walked back and forth across the room, gasping, and hissing with each fresh flow of pain. His head was swimming, he dragged himself over to his desk, and hung on as wave after wave of nausea and dizziness swept him. Cold sweat popped out on his lip, his forehead. “Mom…” He could barely whisper. He leaned his head on his arms and shook. “Ripley, stop, stop…you’re hurting me…”
Finally the pain eased enough that he could move without wanting to fall down. He shuffled to the bathroom, poured a glass of water and eagerly drank it down, his mouth was so dry. For a moment he felt good, and then, he was on his knees in front of the toilet, throwing the water back up. Every retch made his stomach contract and that made Ripley mad, she’d kick, and he’d throw up again and it just seemed to go on, long after he had anything in him to throw up.
******
Morning finally came, and he was unbelievably grateful. He’d finally managed to drop off to sleep around dawn, when he could hear Dad going out to start his day.
He felt tender and breakable, and a little sorry for himself. He sighed. Okay, a lot sorry for himself. This was just so wrong. A guy should never ever have to feel this way. Nothing against you, Rip. It’s not your fault. You were probably as upset as I was. he rubbed his belly as he talked to her and dressed, carefully. His stomach and back were still sore after last night. He’d fully expected to see his guts floating in the bowl--what a horrible night. He glanced at his closet door; at the Lex gown hanging there in all it’s lilac majesty.
Okay. He’d made up his mind. At some point in the night, somewhere between hugging the toilet, and shivering on the bathroom floor, miserable and trying to sleep, wrapped in a bath sheet because there was no damn point in leaving the bathroom, he’d come to an important decision. A possibly suicidal decision but he couldn’t see any other way. And he didn’t want any other way.
“Swear, Ripley, this is the best choice. We need to do this. It’ll be okay, I promise.”
She stretched and kicked him in the stomach, and he took that as a good sign.
******
“There you are, Clark, about time you got up. I’ll need your help today, son.”
Mom and Dad were already sitting at the table, breakfast made, a cup of coffee poured and waiting next to his plate. He grabbed it and took a quick gulp. Ick“This is decaf, isn’t it?”
His mom winced and grinned. “Well, better safe than sorry,” she said, as he rolled his eyes.
“Mom, Dad. We need help.” He could have been less dramatic, he figured, but he didn’t have a lot of time. Food was waiting.
His mom and dad stopped eating and looked up at him. He pulled the chair out and sat. Ooo, waffles. And peaches! He loaded his plate and attacked a waffle while his parents stared, waiting. “Arm sarwe, jufa sec…” He swallowed. “Help. This is not going to work. I’ve been thinking about it, trying to figure out how we’re going to handle this and you know, I can’t have a baby here. I can’t just show up one day with a kid. I’ve got to do something. Soon. Go somewhere.”
“Like…where?” His dad asked.
I don’t know.” He stabbed a piece of waffle and frowned. “It’s not like we have family I can go to,” he said, and wasn’t quite sure what to say when Dad blushed and looked a little angry, and a little sad. Mom grabbed his hand and squeezed.
“Clark, I have been thinking about it, too. We can say the baby is mine. Or we can say we adopted, we can say…”
He sighed and shook his head. “No, Mom--I need help before Ri—the baby’s is born. Last night—“ He stopped and drew in a shuddery sigh. “I thought I was going to die, I really did.” At his mom’s gasp, he went on, explained what he’d gone through the previous night, and how scared he’d been.
His parents looked devastated, and tears ran down Mom’s face. “Oh, Clark, honey…”
“Yeah. It’s not like we can run to the emergency room, hunh? I’m going to ask for help from the only person I know who might be able to help…Lex.”
His dad jumped to his feet, furiously shouting, “HELL NO!”
Mom reached out and grabbed his arm. “Jonathan! Clark—that’s crazy! He’ll...he’ll…’
“He’ll cut you into little bits and examine the bits—he’ll take you apart to see how you work and to see if he can make money from it—he’ll kill you trying to find out what makes you…you.” Dad dropped back down to the couch, drained and pale. “No, I forbid you to talk to him. No.”
Mom stared at him, fear making her paler than normal. “Your father is right, Clark. He’ll never let you go if you tell him—he’ll hurt you, and your child. He might not plan to, but he will.”
Clark stared at them thoughtfully, before speaking, carefully, softly, but without doubt. “You’re not getting it. He’s my only chance. If something goes wrong, he is *our* only chance. Besides you, he probably knows more about me than anyone else. I’m going to take my chances. and pray I saw what I thought I saw.
”I told you, you are forbidden to talk to him—to tell him anything. I mean it, Clark.”
Clark stood, planted his feet, and folded his arms. Stubborn stance. He frowned and said. “I’m really sorry, but I have to do this. You’ll understand, once you get past your hatred of him, you’ll understand.’
“Clark—son--I don’t hate him. It’s just…I can tell a man’s character. I’ve been around long enough to be able to tell who’s a good man and who’s not—he’s not a good man.”
Clark nodded. “I’m sure you think so. I guess for Smallville, he is a bad man. But we don’t really know what kind of life he lives in Metropolis. What makes him a bad man here, might be what he needs to survive in the city, Dad.”
“What—Clark, a man is good, or he’s bad. That’s all there is to it.”
“Dad, I understand that you believe what you’re saying to be true. I think it might not be so simple. I have to leave now…can I come back?”
“Will you be *able* to come back,” Mom nearly yelled. “Will he let you go—I’m coming with you.”
“No. I have to go by myself, or he won’t listen. He’ll let me go. I know he will.” pretty sure he will
Clark might not have all his abilities, but he could still move faster than the average human, and he was gone before his parents could move.
*****
Clark wasn’t stupid. He knew the very real possibility existed that Lex would just throw him into a lab somewhere and never let him out, or more likely that he’d turn him away without even letting him speak. But he was counting on the gut feeling he had, that Lex would never hurt him, not purposely. Clark snorted. Not as curious as he was. He was counting on that too--how curious Lex was. And he had the hope that Lex still cared enough to help.
He trudged along the road, and wished he’d taken the truck but he’d pretty much ruined things with Dad, and he didn’t want to make it worse, if that was even possible. He was still hoping that he was going to let him back in the house, but…damn.
It was hot. Was it always this damn hot so late in the season?
He was more than halfway there, and his tongue felt like a bathmat in his mouth. Damn Luthors Damn living so far away in the frigging woods…god—could it get hotter? He dragged himself over to the side of the road, slid down the small rise and flopped on the grass. He breathed heavily for a bit, relaxed. As long as no one drove up, he’d be fine.
“So. What do *you* think he’d going to do? I wish I’d been as positive as I acted with Mom and Dad. He’s going to kill me. After the way he snubbed me in the Talon, I must be crazy to do this.” He sighed and turned to his side. “At least I know what’s going on now. He definitely loves me. No, seriously, he does. Did you see the look on his face when I was…not crying? He cares. Jordan said so too.” Clark felt a pang thinking of him. But what the heck, life was full of guilt and pain, and, and…not nearly enough ice cream.
He huffed and got to his feet, and refused to put a hand in the small of his back and groan. Hell no.
A few yards down the road, he threw caution to the winds and pulled off his sweatshirt—the shirt underneath was damp on the back and under the arms, it clung a little but it felt a hell of a lot better. He mopped his face and tied the sweatshirt sleeves around his waist—just—and trudged onward.
When he finally he caught sight of the castle through the trees, he could swear there was a halo around it, a host of angels sang, and music chimed. Or maybe it was just the sunstroke.
He had to walk up to the front gates because he couldn’t pull open the bars anymore. He pushed the buzzer and waited.
“Yes?”
“I’m, unh…Clark…Clark Kent…to see Le—Mr. Luthor, please.”
“One moment.”
Clark waited, prepared to wait a long time, and suddenly the gates buzzed and opened. He felt a bit of surprise, and a bit of pleasure. He let him in!
******
He was led to the library, a room he’d rarely seen, by the butler, a man he’d rarely seen, what with the letting his own self in…
“Mr. Luthor will be in as soon as he’s able,” he was told, and Clark spent a few miserable boring minutes until the butler guy was back with lemonade.
Lemonade.
It made Clark snicker, thinking of Lex sipping lemonade. He drank a cold, sweating glass of lemonade packed with delicious crunchy cubes of ice, and pretended that it had been made just for him—once it might have been true. He drank another glass, and wondered if it would be rude to wander down to the kitchen and get something to eat. He leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. Nice work, that. Paneled. Hunh. He’d never noticed that before. Squares in squares…nice…brown…nice….
Lex shook his shoulder.
“Clark. You feel asleep.”
Clark blinked sleepily at him and yawned. “I’m sorry, Lex.”
“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.”
He looked down and spoke in a small voice, “Lex I need your help. I have a problem that I think you can help me with…”
******
He sat back and watched Lex’s expression. He hadn’t said one word the entire time, just listened. Steepled his fingers and watched Clark’s face, and was silent.
Clark asked, “Well, will you help?”
Lex stood and walked around from the heavy wood desk. He came around to lean against it, facing Clark. “Well. You need me. Imagine that.” He smiled, a slow, almost leer. “I can help you—but you need to help me in return.”
Clark swallowed. “Help…you?”
“Nothing’s free, Clark. Surely you know that by now.” Lex unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers. He slid his hand into the open zipper. “Come here Clark.”
Clark walked hesitantly over to stand in front of Lex. “Lex…please. I don’t…” He stopped, and Lex smirked, and urged him to his knees with a hand on his shoulder
“Have you ever sucked dick, Clark?”
Clark nodded slowly, his face was burning, he felt like crying, but he needed Lex’s help, and at the same time, he was so hard he was almost dizzy.
Lex eased his cock out and held it, and Clark parted his lips, let him slide it into his mouth.
Lex pumped his hips slowly, watching him and muttering, “Suck, suck, suck...”
Clark groaned, there was no way this should be so hot—Lex was using him, but still—
Clark tried to take all of it, he tried to remember what he did with Jordan, but it was too much. He was wild and erratic, too soft too hard too quick--it didn’t matter, Lex was panting and yanking him by his hair, babbling and groaning.
“God, Clark, suck it, show me how much you want my help, suck my dick…”
Clark felt a hot flash and his cock spurt every time Lex said suck, and he was saying it a lot. He reached down and stroked himself, his sweatpants were wet, and he was sliding easily through his hand—Lex growled I think “I’ll fuck you next” and Clark came, hard, screaming around Lex’s cock.
Lex grunted and spurt in Clark’s mouth, hips jerking against him, driving his cock down his throat.
After a bit he pulled back and Clark reluctantly released him.
Lex tucked himself back in his trousers and stared down at Clark with a sneer. “All right—I’ll *consider* helping, maybe you’ll learn to give a decent blowjob…” he looked down at Clark. “—say, you’re getting kind of tubby, aren’t you?”
Clark jumped to his feet. “You know what, I’m getting sick and damn tired of everyone calling me fat--”
“Clark! Clark, wake up! “
Clark moaned and opened his eyes. He was instantly aware of Lex’s scent, it was in his nose and in his mouth, no wonder…his cock throbbed and he was suddenly horribly aware that god no, he’d come in his pants…he glanced down, Lex glanced down too, and his mouth dropped open.
“Clark?”
And Clark yanked his sweatshirt around to cover his crotch.
Lex closed his mouth. “It’s okay,” he said firmly. “I know…it happens. Don’t worry.” He blushed faintly. “I tried to wake you up, I thought you were having a nightmare,” He smiled ruefully. “Sorry. We can have those laundered, it won’t take long…”
Clark shook his head violently and covered his face. “No, no. Please, god, shut up.”
Lex coughed, and walked away to sit at the desk facing the couch. “So, what’s wrong?” Lex asked, and the momentary flash of concern and friendship was gone, replace by what Clark thought of sometimes as the Ice Queen persona. “You need something or you wouldn’t be here. And by the way, thank you for not just breaking your way in. That was an uncommon display of manners, earlier.”
Fuck you “Yes, well, I’m trying. Lex, before I tell you something, you have to promise me—never mind. Okay,” he sighed, “It’s like this—I’m an alien. And I’m sort of pregnant.”
Lex stood, face cold and his eyes narrow, pinning Clark. “All right. Thank you for visiting. I enjoyed your little joke.”
Clark panicked and yelled, “Everything you ever thought about me was true!”
Lex stopped, tilted his head to one side. “So. You truly are an enormous pompous, judgmental ass?”
Clark stopped blinked, blinked again. “Well…yee-es, but I didn’t mean just that.” Lex’s expression didn’t change but his eyes warmed and Clark smiled inside. He wasn’t stupid. All was not forgiven, but he might have a chance. “And the other stuff—your room, it’s all about me. I know what you said, but it’s *my* picture blown up on the wall, and by the way…what purpose did *that* serve?”
Lex flushed, and Clark made a face. “Ew, you jerk off in front of it, don’t you?” And his cock twitched. I want to see that...And you know I’m not human--”
“I do *not* jerk off—“Lex gasped. “Not human? You *are* a mutant, aren’t you? Like half your graduating class…like me? I *knew* it! Why did you have to hide that from me? Why couldn’t we have shared that, Clark?”
“Because I’m not—I really am an alien. A pregnant alien.”
Lex sat on the couch next to him. “Hah—this is will make you laugh, I thought you said pregnant.”
Clark nodded.
Lex said, “Pregnant. Not. You see, that’s not possible.” A dawning light of horror washed over his face. “God, you have a tumor, don’t you? It’s affected your mind. Oh god…I thought you were just getting fa--”
“I will kill you. One more word, I swear.”
“You look wonderful, Clark. You do. Your hair looks great—really great…you can’t tell--” he broke off with a small noise suspiciously like a very tiny quiet sob.
He stared at the ceiling until Clark pulled his face down. “I know what you’re thinking, you. Listen. Pregnant. Really, not human—and I need your help. Desperately.”
Lex swallowed. “I…I…”
Clark said, “I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Whatever you…you want from me. Just please, help me.”
“How is this possible? Wha—was--did you self-impregnate?”
“What?” Clark squinted at Lex. “Like a flatworm? Geez, no!”
“Oh, excuse me,” Lex said, “You’re staring at me like I just said something completely insane, and yet, I’m talking to a pregnant man. A pregnant alien man. And I’m just supposed to believe that. That’s just a little too impossible before breakfast, Clark.”
Clark sighed and pulled his shirt up.
Lex gasped. “Oh my gosh…I was right, they operated on you?”
“No, Lex. Here.” He grabbed Lex’s hand, and pressed it over the swelling. “Feel.”
“Feel what—“ And Ripley did a nice lazy Immelman, and followed it up with a handstand.
“FUCK!” Lex jumped up and waved his hand at Clark. “What the FUCK was that?”
“Ripley.”
******
tbc
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5/25/06 05:12 pm (UTC)*ahem*
Nice dream.
And nice freak-out, Lex!
*la*
:)
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5/26/06 12:02 am (UTC)Thank you--ack! I'm missing all your fic! I have to reeeeeaadit! *clings*
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5/26/06 12:40 am (UTC)*clings back*
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5/25/06 05:33 pm (UTC)Can't wait for more!!!!
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5/26/06 12:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
5/25/06 05:35 pm (UTC)That fact that Lex is concerned about Clark's health and thinking about tumors and operations should not have warmed my heart like it did. Lex loves his man!
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5/26/06 12:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
5/25/06 05:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/26/06 12:06 am (UTC)*pets you*
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5/26/06 12:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
5/26/06 12:15 am (UTC)*GASP* It's Santa Dog!
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5/25/06 05:59 pm (UTC)At least Clark is finally shaking off the deep Luthor Paranoia of his parents, even Martha.
"Clark! Clark, wake up! "
- Sex dreams about Lex, you're right Poor Jordan.
Clark panicked and yelled, "Everything you ever thought about me was true!"
Lex stopped, tilted his head to one side. "So. You truly are an enormous pompous, judgmental ass?"
- See all Lex needs to do is get his yell out.
Lex flushed, and Clark made a face. "Ew, you jerk off I front of it, don't you?" And his cock twitched. I want to see that...And you know I'm not human--"
"I do *not* jerk off-"Lex gasped. ..."
- HAHAHA!
Lex said, "Pregnant. Not. You see, that's not possible....Oh god...I thought you were just getting fa--"
"I will kill you. One more word, I swear."
"You look wonderful, Clark. You do. Your hair looks great-really great...you can't tell--" he broke off with a small noise suspiciously like a very tiny quiet sob.
- Good save with the hair thing Lex.
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5/26/06 12:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
5/25/06 06:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/26/06 12:18 am (UTC)I'm so happy to see you here, lovey! It's such a pleasure for me! *happysmile*
and sorry...it's her's
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5/25/06 06:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/26/06 12:20 am (UTC)*KOFF* I'm sorry...I couldn't go on with a straight face.
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5/25/06 07:40 pm (UTC)The dream sequence nearly killed me. Killed me DED. Geez, you gotta warn a girl sometimes. But, Lex's concern for Clark's wellbeing made me squee for joy. Poor Jordan, I can't wait to see what happens when he rejoins the party.
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5/25/06 10:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/26/06 12:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
5/25/06 07:41 pm (UTC)*snort* Why does no one say this on the show?
I love that Clark is dreaming up ways to repay Lex... :) I can't wait for Lex to have to examine the alien more closely. Hopefully using a lot of tongue...
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5/26/06 12:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
5/25/06 08:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
5/26/06 12:32 am (UTC)thank you!
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5/25/06 11:08 pm (UTC)Poor poor boys!!
MOREMORE, this is too gooood!
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5/26/06 12:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
5/26/06 01:59 am (UTC)MORE DAMN IT.
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5/26/06 02:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
5/26/06 02:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
5/26/06 02:35 am (UTC)my brain hurts.
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I loved how you made it clear that first part with Lex was a dream because you didn't mention the scent. Skilful and Yay!
My favorite line was “Well…yee-es, but I didn’t mean just that.”
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5/26/06 09:40 pm (UTC)*whispers* I love when Clark has to admit he's a huge pain!
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5/27/06 05:20 pm (UTC)Also, this story is making me hungry. O_O I want waffles.
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5/27/06 06:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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5/29/06 10:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/16/06 08:37 am (UTC)I know we were all thinking the same thing about that huge blown up picture.
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8/17/06 01:12 am (UTC)