The Talented Miss Ripley part 12
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roxyThe Talented Miss Ripley
A post-mpreg fiction
Fandom: SV
Pairing: hmm….
Rating:5/nc-17
what went before
Clark listened to the front door close, and sighed. He looked about and thought how weird it was going to be,living in the apartment again, even if only for a few days. And how strange it was going to be to see Lex so often. Talking to him. He hoped it wasn’t going to become…difficult. Lex could be very—Lex when he wanted to be and Ripley…he sighed again. He hoped she didn’t have some Parent Trap fantasy going on. He smiled a little. He almost didn’t put it past her to have manufactured this biological emergency, just to get the two of them in the same room for longer than a few minu—oh shit. Would she? No, no! Of course not….
No, really, she wouldn’t.
He walked back to the bedroom to empty his bags. He unpacked his clothes—about a weeks worth. Maybe he packed too much? Did it seem pushy, so many clothes? He shrugged. Lex would surely let him know if he wore out his welcome.
There was lots of space in the dresser, and in the closet, and there were towels stacked in the small bathroom. He pulled open the shower door, and there was shampoo, body wash, deodorant. He didn’t check to see if they were his brands. It looked like Lex expected him to be there for a while. good, a tiny, mostly ignored voice, way at the back of his mind, whispered.
He wandered back to the small bedroom that Lex told him to use for his workspace. He figured by the time he got back from picking up Ripley, there’d be a desk and…and whatever he needed. For a brief moment, he felt an enormous weight press down on him. He was sad. Just…sad. He remembered sitting over in *that* corner, holding a little scrap of screaming, red-faced baby, and being just terrified. He remembered Lex, patting his shoulder and assuring him they’d survive, that Rip would survive, and all would be well. He also remembered packing all the little clothes and toys and leaving Lex behind the bedroom door, sitting in this room alone. He took in a shaky breath. Weird, how he hadn’t thought about that particular day in an awfully long time. of course not, the little voice said, you were a monumental asshole. Who’d want to remember that?
Sometimes he hated that voice….
He wandered back down the hall, to pause at the door to Ripley’s bedroom. His room. He stood beside the door for a little bit, remembering when the world was clearly black and white and he saw everything perfectly. He stroked the doorframe and shook his head. Okay, he’d been an enormous asshole—concerning the way he’d left. But if he’d never left, where would he be now? Probably buried under Lex, absorbed by him, through no fault of Lex’s. Clark knew that kid had been totally willing, even eager, to let Lex take care of every aspect of his life. It would only have gotten worse and worse…he sighed. Yeah. They’d have been at this point anyway, he thought. Sooner or later, they’d have split. Maybe it was better that it happened so early.
Herta passed him in the hallway, and stopped. “Is everything okay, Mr. Clark? Can I help you?” She stared at him in curiosity, and Clark knew he must look…odd
“No, no, I’m just on my way to pick up, um, Alexandra.” Whew! He smiled and ducked out from under Herta’s questioning gaze, and headed out to pick up Ripley.
******
She was standing at the bottom of the steps, looking cute as a button, her red hair ruffled by the breeze. He grinned. There was something in him that was always enormously pleased that she had Lex’s red hair, and when she turned to him and waved, he felt like he was seeing Lex as a child. A happier version of him, anyway. He narrowed his eyes. She wasn’t alone, or with girlfriends today. There was some strange kid with her, someone he’d never seen before. Blond and tall, kind of cute. And nervous.
Hmm.
He parked the truck between a Mercedes and a Jaguar, rolled his eyes at both. He strolled over to his daughter and the strange boy standing entirely too close to her.
“Hey, Ri—Lexie. Ready?” he asked her, with his eyes trained on the really nervous kid. It’s possible he might have stood a little taller, not exactly loomed….
“Daa-aad.” She rolled her eyes.
“What? What?” He threw an arm around her shoulder, and she sighed the tiniest bit—more like an exhale--a breath. He took his arm off her shoulder.
“Dad, this is Greg. Oh, and Irving. This is my dad, guys.” A shorter, darker kid with jet-black hair and baggy black pants festooned with straps and chains, sidled up next to Ripley, his eyes round and curious.
‘They’re friends of mine. I wanted to know if I could go to the movies with them?”
“What—tonight? But…” He swallowed. He could handle being alone in the apartment—not like it was full of ghosts or anything.
She looked at him for a long moment, and slowly smiled. “No, We want to go tomorrow night.”
Greg stammered, “Oh, we do? I mean, we do.” Disappointment was plain in his eyes, but he smiled at Ripley. “If it’ s okay, Mr. Kent.”
Irving looked a little lost but nodded too.
Clark tried not to show how glad he was and offered to drop the boys off.
“Thanks sir, we’ve got a ride.”
“Oh, yes sir. My mom’s coming to pick us up,” Irving said, and Clark wondered if maybe he had his shirt on inside out, or god forbid—was there something in his nose? That Irving kid was staring a hole through him. His hand drifted up to his face, but he conquered the desire to rub, just in case.
“All right then,” Clark said, feeling distinctly weirded out by being called sir. And the little Goth kid staring at him like…like maybe he wanted some of his blood, or whatever. Geez. Sir. Like he was some old guy. “Come on, Lexie, we’ve got appointments, remember?”
“Oh, gosh, right! I forgot. Talk to you later…Greg.” She smiled, her eyes sparkled, and Clark’s heart dropped. Oh-oh. *Now*, he got it…Greg. Oh boy. Lex was going to explode. Clark suddenly grinned. Lex was going to *explode*!
Greg blushed and grinned and nodded as he backed away from Ripley, pulling Irving with him. “Okay. Tomorrow.”
“Poppa’s going to be late tonight,” Clark said, as they headed back to the lot.
“Umm. That’s right—it’s the end of the month…that means one of Herta’s nutritious and delicious meals in front of the TV.”
Ripley groaned when she caught sight of the truck, hunkered down in its spot between the newer and shinier cars and Clark held up his hand. “This is a perfectly good, and extremely functional vehicle. He put a hand on its faded red metal flank, and said softly, fondly, “It’s exactly like one I almost owned…” he shook himself a little. “Come on, get in and be grateful we *have* a vehicle.”
She got in grumpily said, “First of all, ‘Granddad’, we’re rich---we could have one for every day of the week--”she went on, ignoring Clark’s scandalized gasp. “Second—it’s ugly, Dad. It might have been hot stuff back in the early two’s but it’s just a beat up old truck now.”
“You have no poetry in your soul,” he grumbled as he backed out of the space.
She looked at him, studied him, and then smiled and laid her hand on his knee. “That’s okay, we have someone in the family who’s chock full of poetry. Love you, Dad. And I think you just made the Mercedes pee itself.”
Clark snorted.
******
Lex practiced breathing in the limo, all the way to the club. He closed his eyes, and inhaled, and saw bright red, tight bright red, tight bright red tee shirt, hole…He shook his head and growled under his breath.
It was taking him a bit longer than usual to compose himself after having to deal with Clark, but he imagined it was the length of the contact, red and after all, he knew very well what he was letting himself in for when he asked him to stay. All that mattered, was what was best for Alexandra, and what was best, was having him there, to support her. Besides, it was always kind of unspoken, at least in his mind, that Clark would be there for her if—-when--she went through all the various changes he’d gone through growing up. Lexie’s powers seemed to becoming on earlier…maybe a factor of her genetic make-up, or having been born on the Earth? Perhaps it was the sun--it affected Clark, definitely. Summers he’d been a powerhouse, and a very agreeable companion—winters, he could be a real bitch.
He smiled and folded his collar smooth, thinking about the past. He adjusted his bowtie, glanced at his watch. He planned to have dinner with an attractive and very male companion and show a lot of teeth and look extremely fit and content, in a highly public place. He planned to look irresistibly photogenic. When he ran for mayor, he had no desire to be elected despite being gay—he wanted it to be a non-issue. He wanted to be elected because he was the best man for the job. He knew it; he wanted the public to know it as well.
The limo pulled up outside of the club, a drab building, the bland architecture designed to be forgettable. Perfect for those who required discretion. Usually at the sight of the oak double doors, he felt a little thrill of anticipation, but this evening, he felt more trepidation than anticipation. Why, he had no idea. Aaron would be waiting for him in the bar, as usual, and they’d have a drink before going upstairs, and then, they’d go out to have dinner, as they always did.
This visit, it was Aaron’s turn to arrange the entertainment for the evening. They switched off—it kept their meetings fresh. Four years, and he was quite comfortable with Aaron's choices. He was pleasant, intelligent and unassuming and insanely attractive. These once a month visits kept him…sane. And safe, and without them he’d—well, he wasn’t sure what he’d do.
Soft yellow light made the bar look like a gas-lit Victorian gentleman’s club. He headed between white bedecked tables, and overstuffed chairs upholstered in burgundy velvet and there in the corner sat Aaron. He waved and Lex nodded and squeezed past a few patrons to finally, gratefully, drop into a heavy soft chair.
Aaron pushed a scotch over in front of him, and smiled. “So, busy day, eh?”
“You have no idea. We’re having a bit of a problem with a new product we’re trying to introduce to the market, seems someone else has a similar design and wants to sue us, still trying to drum up support for my bill—and my ex is moving in with us.” Lex stopped, surprised at himself. His private business was private. He must be very rattled or very tired to let his guard down like that.
Aaron’s eyes gleamed. “You mean that handsome basketballer? The tall one with the big smile?”
‘No, no—he’s just a friend of the family. No. This is someone else—would you like to have dinner first, or…”
Aaron smiled. “Dinner? Well, that would be a change. Do I have to miss out on my appetizer?”
Lex smirked. “Not at all. Shall we?” He slid his eyes along Aaron’s tall muscular frame, his artfully messy black curls, wide hazel eyes, and full red mouth. He knew what that mouth could do, he looked forward to it. Aaron’s high cheekbones were already red, he flushed easily when excited. All this attracted Lex in the beginning, never failed to arouse him, for four years, Aaron had been able to make him come blindingly, made him feel like a god, and was worth every single penny he paid him. Amazing athletic sex, with a man built like the David, and suddenly, horribly, in the blink of an eye, he didn’t want it. He’d rather be home right now, jerking off in his shower, having tea and going to bed. Jesus…Clark was ruining his life already. Not even in his home a few hours and already, he was screwing up his sex life.
Aaron looked at him, eyes full of anticipation—why not, two thousand a night wasn’t anything to sneeze at, though Lex admitted, he got his money's worth, and more… "Aaron,” he sighed. “Here.” He pushed a heavy cream envelope towards him, the rough surface of the paper bulged slightly by it’s contents. "I’m sorry; I just can’t…but everything’s there, like always. I’m sorry; I suddenly don’t feel all that well.”
Aaron looked…Lex was deeply surprised to see Aaron looked disappointed. He’d expected to see—well, certainly not that.
Aaron put out his hand. “Lex, come on, we don’t have to go out, we can stay in. Let me make you feel a little better, please?”
Better consisted of Lex leaning back in a velvet-upholstered chair, the twin of the one in the bar. Just Aaron and himself, in a private room upstairs. His head lolled against the high back, his shirt was undone, his tie loosened and looped around his neck. His pants were pushed under his hips. Aaron had him in his mouth, a hand wrapped around him, his mouth stretching as it slid down his dick, following his hand, down to the base, suction increasing as he pulled back up to the head.
Lex gasped with each up and down stroke, lifted a little to meet them, to increase the feeling. His nostrils flared as he tried to pull in more air—his hands flew up to cradle Aaron’s head, buried his fingers in the thick black hair. He urged him on, to suck harder, faster. Stared down at the broad shoulders; the dark head bent over in his lap, black curls tickling his thighs and shivered. He gripped the side of the chair with one hand and wrapped the other tighter in Aaron’s hair. “Uh—fuck!” He groaned, and Aaron moaned around him. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, as heat rose upwards, higher and higher, until he was spilling in Aaron’s mouth, gasping as he watched him swallow. Lex dropped back to the chair, panting, sweating, not caring at all that the perfect creases of his suit were ruined. “God, Aaron.”
He looked up at Lex and leaned on his thighs. “Umm. That was fun.”
Lex laughed shakily. “Yes, that was fun.”
“Let’s order dinner, and stay in. the bed is very wide, plenty of room for a picnic,” he smiled.
Lex smiled back. “If you order, I’ll be happy to join you. I just have a call to make.”
******
Lex shifted a little, and Aaron’s warm weight moved off of him. He sighed, stretched and the satin smooth sheets felt wonderful. He was tired, and the bed was soft, and warm, and Aaron was big, heavy, and warm himself. The arm curled over him nearly pinned him in place. He smiled a little. He liked the feeling….
He’d been more demanding tonight than he usually was, and Aaron had been more than pleased. The night had been unusual from the start—Lex rarely allowed himself to indulge in more than oral sex, mutual masturbation. Tonight, however, he’d felt aggressive. Even now, he wanted to wake Aaron up, fuck him again, instead of going home.
He also felt vaguely guilty. He glanced at the clock. It was nearly one o’clock. Alexandra would be asleep now. He felt terrible about being out so late—even though he’d called, even though Clark was there. A little guilt speared him about that too. Clark’s first night staying with them and he was taking advantage of him. Oh well, guilt was a constant, wasn’t it?
A few minutes later, he was showered, and dressed, and heading home, ready to be alone for the next month.
tbc!
A post-mpreg fiction
Fandom: SV
Pairing: hmm….
Rating:5/nc-17
what went before
Clark listened to the front door close, and sighed. He looked about and thought how weird it was going to be,living in the apartment again, even if only for a few days. And how strange it was going to be to see Lex so often. Talking to him. He hoped it wasn’t going to become…difficult. Lex could be very—Lex when he wanted to be and Ripley…he sighed again. He hoped she didn’t have some Parent Trap fantasy going on. He smiled a little. He almost didn’t put it past her to have manufactured this biological emergency, just to get the two of them in the same room for longer than a few minu—oh shit. Would she? No, no! Of course not….
No, really, she wouldn’t.
He walked back to the bedroom to empty his bags. He unpacked his clothes—about a weeks worth. Maybe he packed too much? Did it seem pushy, so many clothes? He shrugged. Lex would surely let him know if he wore out his welcome.
There was lots of space in the dresser, and in the closet, and there were towels stacked in the small bathroom. He pulled open the shower door, and there was shampoo, body wash, deodorant. He didn’t check to see if they were his brands. It looked like Lex expected him to be there for a while. good, a tiny, mostly ignored voice, way at the back of his mind, whispered.
He wandered back to the small bedroom that Lex told him to use for his workspace. He figured by the time he got back from picking up Ripley, there’d be a desk and…and whatever he needed. For a brief moment, he felt an enormous weight press down on him. He was sad. Just…sad. He remembered sitting over in *that* corner, holding a little scrap of screaming, red-faced baby, and being just terrified. He remembered Lex, patting his shoulder and assuring him they’d survive, that Rip would survive, and all would be well. He also remembered packing all the little clothes and toys and leaving Lex behind the bedroom door, sitting in this room alone. He took in a shaky breath. Weird, how he hadn’t thought about that particular day in an awfully long time. of course not, the little voice said, you were a monumental asshole. Who’d want to remember that?
Sometimes he hated that voice….
He wandered back down the hall, to pause at the door to Ripley’s bedroom. His room. He stood beside the door for a little bit, remembering when the world was clearly black and white and he saw everything perfectly. He stroked the doorframe and shook his head. Okay, he’d been an enormous asshole—concerning the way he’d left. But if he’d never left, where would he be now? Probably buried under Lex, absorbed by him, through no fault of Lex’s. Clark knew that kid had been totally willing, even eager, to let Lex take care of every aspect of his life. It would only have gotten worse and worse…he sighed. Yeah. They’d have been at this point anyway, he thought. Sooner or later, they’d have split. Maybe it was better that it happened so early.
Herta passed him in the hallway, and stopped. “Is everything okay, Mr. Clark? Can I help you?” She stared at him in curiosity, and Clark knew he must look…odd
“No, no, I’m just on my way to pick up, um, Alexandra.” Whew! He smiled and ducked out from under Herta’s questioning gaze, and headed out to pick up Ripley.
******
She was standing at the bottom of the steps, looking cute as a button, her red hair ruffled by the breeze. He grinned. There was something in him that was always enormously pleased that she had Lex’s red hair, and when she turned to him and waved, he felt like he was seeing Lex as a child. A happier version of him, anyway. He narrowed his eyes. She wasn’t alone, or with girlfriends today. There was some strange kid with her, someone he’d never seen before. Blond and tall, kind of cute. And nervous.
Hmm.
He parked the truck between a Mercedes and a Jaguar, rolled his eyes at both. He strolled over to his daughter and the strange boy standing entirely too close to her.
“Hey, Ri—Lexie. Ready?” he asked her, with his eyes trained on the really nervous kid. It’s possible he might have stood a little taller, not exactly loomed….
“Daa-aad.” She rolled her eyes.
“What? What?” He threw an arm around her shoulder, and she sighed the tiniest bit—more like an exhale--a breath. He took his arm off her shoulder.
“Dad, this is Greg. Oh, and Irving. This is my dad, guys.” A shorter, darker kid with jet-black hair and baggy black pants festooned with straps and chains, sidled up next to Ripley, his eyes round and curious.
‘They’re friends of mine. I wanted to know if I could go to the movies with them?”
“What—tonight? But…” He swallowed. He could handle being alone in the apartment—not like it was full of ghosts or anything.
She looked at him for a long moment, and slowly smiled. “No, We want to go tomorrow night.”
Greg stammered, “Oh, we do? I mean, we do.” Disappointment was plain in his eyes, but he smiled at Ripley. “If it’ s okay, Mr. Kent.”
Irving looked a little lost but nodded too.
Clark tried not to show how glad he was and offered to drop the boys off.
“Thanks sir, we’ve got a ride.”
“Oh, yes sir. My mom’s coming to pick us up,” Irving said, and Clark wondered if maybe he had his shirt on inside out, or god forbid—was there something in his nose? That Irving kid was staring a hole through him. His hand drifted up to his face, but he conquered the desire to rub, just in case.
“All right then,” Clark said, feeling distinctly weirded out by being called sir. And the little Goth kid staring at him like…like maybe he wanted some of his blood, or whatever. Geez. Sir. Like he was some old guy. “Come on, Lexie, we’ve got appointments, remember?”
“Oh, gosh, right! I forgot. Talk to you later…Greg.” She smiled, her eyes sparkled, and Clark’s heart dropped. Oh-oh. *Now*, he got it…Greg. Oh boy. Lex was going to explode. Clark suddenly grinned. Lex was going to *explode*!
Greg blushed and grinned and nodded as he backed away from Ripley, pulling Irving with him. “Okay. Tomorrow.”
“Poppa’s going to be late tonight,” Clark said, as they headed back to the lot.
“Umm. That’s right—it’s the end of the month…that means one of Herta’s nutritious and delicious meals in front of the TV.”
Ripley groaned when she caught sight of the truck, hunkered down in its spot between the newer and shinier cars and Clark held up his hand. “This is a perfectly good, and extremely functional vehicle. He put a hand on its faded red metal flank, and said softly, fondly, “It’s exactly like one I almost owned…” he shook himself a little. “Come on, get in and be grateful we *have* a vehicle.”
She got in grumpily said, “First of all, ‘Granddad’, we’re rich---we could have one for every day of the week--”she went on, ignoring Clark’s scandalized gasp. “Second—it’s ugly, Dad. It might have been hot stuff back in the early two’s but it’s just a beat up old truck now.”
“You have no poetry in your soul,” he grumbled as he backed out of the space.
She looked at him, studied him, and then smiled and laid her hand on his knee. “That’s okay, we have someone in the family who’s chock full of poetry. Love you, Dad. And I think you just made the Mercedes pee itself.”
Clark snorted.
******
Lex practiced breathing in the limo, all the way to the club. He closed his eyes, and inhaled, and saw bright red, tight bright red, tight bright red tee shirt, hole…He shook his head and growled under his breath.
It was taking him a bit longer than usual to compose himself after having to deal with Clark, but he imagined it was the length of the contact, red and after all, he knew very well what he was letting himself in for when he asked him to stay. All that mattered, was what was best for Alexandra, and what was best, was having him there, to support her. Besides, it was always kind of unspoken, at least in his mind, that Clark would be there for her if—-when--she went through all the various changes he’d gone through growing up. Lexie’s powers seemed to becoming on earlier…maybe a factor of her genetic make-up, or having been born on the Earth? Perhaps it was the sun--it affected Clark, definitely. Summers he’d been a powerhouse, and a very agreeable companion—winters, he could be a real bitch.
He smiled and folded his collar smooth, thinking about the past. He adjusted his bowtie, glanced at his watch. He planned to have dinner with an attractive and very male companion and show a lot of teeth and look extremely fit and content, in a highly public place. He planned to look irresistibly photogenic. When he ran for mayor, he had no desire to be elected despite being gay—he wanted it to be a non-issue. He wanted to be elected because he was the best man for the job. He knew it; he wanted the public to know it as well.
The limo pulled up outside of the club, a drab building, the bland architecture designed to be forgettable. Perfect for those who required discretion. Usually at the sight of the oak double doors, he felt a little thrill of anticipation, but this evening, he felt more trepidation than anticipation. Why, he had no idea. Aaron would be waiting for him in the bar, as usual, and they’d have a drink before going upstairs, and then, they’d go out to have dinner, as they always did.
This visit, it was Aaron’s turn to arrange the entertainment for the evening. They switched off—it kept their meetings fresh. Four years, and he was quite comfortable with Aaron's choices. He was pleasant, intelligent and unassuming and insanely attractive. These once a month visits kept him…sane. And safe, and without them he’d—well, he wasn’t sure what he’d do.
Soft yellow light made the bar look like a gas-lit Victorian gentleman’s club. He headed between white bedecked tables, and overstuffed chairs upholstered in burgundy velvet and there in the corner sat Aaron. He waved and Lex nodded and squeezed past a few patrons to finally, gratefully, drop into a heavy soft chair.
Aaron pushed a scotch over in front of him, and smiled. “So, busy day, eh?”
“You have no idea. We’re having a bit of a problem with a new product we’re trying to introduce to the market, seems someone else has a similar design and wants to sue us, still trying to drum up support for my bill—and my ex is moving in with us.” Lex stopped, surprised at himself. His private business was private. He must be very rattled or very tired to let his guard down like that.
Aaron’s eyes gleamed. “You mean that handsome basketballer? The tall one with the big smile?”
‘No, no—he’s just a friend of the family. No. This is someone else—would you like to have dinner first, or…”
Aaron smiled. “Dinner? Well, that would be a change. Do I have to miss out on my appetizer?”
Lex smirked. “Not at all. Shall we?” He slid his eyes along Aaron’s tall muscular frame, his artfully messy black curls, wide hazel eyes, and full red mouth. He knew what that mouth could do, he looked forward to it. Aaron’s high cheekbones were already red, he flushed easily when excited. All this attracted Lex in the beginning, never failed to arouse him, for four years, Aaron had been able to make him come blindingly, made him feel like a god, and was worth every single penny he paid him. Amazing athletic sex, with a man built like the David, and suddenly, horribly, in the blink of an eye, he didn’t want it. He’d rather be home right now, jerking off in his shower, having tea and going to bed. Jesus…Clark was ruining his life already. Not even in his home a few hours and already, he was screwing up his sex life.
Aaron looked at him, eyes full of anticipation—why not, two thousand a night wasn’t anything to sneeze at, though Lex admitted, he got his money's worth, and more… "Aaron,” he sighed. “Here.” He pushed a heavy cream envelope towards him, the rough surface of the paper bulged slightly by it’s contents. "I’m sorry; I just can’t…but everything’s there, like always. I’m sorry; I suddenly don’t feel all that well.”
Aaron looked…Lex was deeply surprised to see Aaron looked disappointed. He’d expected to see—well, certainly not that.
Aaron put out his hand. “Lex, come on, we don’t have to go out, we can stay in. Let me make you feel a little better, please?”
Better consisted of Lex leaning back in a velvet-upholstered chair, the twin of the one in the bar. Just Aaron and himself, in a private room upstairs. His head lolled against the high back, his shirt was undone, his tie loosened and looped around his neck. His pants were pushed under his hips. Aaron had him in his mouth, a hand wrapped around him, his mouth stretching as it slid down his dick, following his hand, down to the base, suction increasing as he pulled back up to the head.
Lex gasped with each up and down stroke, lifted a little to meet them, to increase the feeling. His nostrils flared as he tried to pull in more air—his hands flew up to cradle Aaron’s head, buried his fingers in the thick black hair. He urged him on, to suck harder, faster. Stared down at the broad shoulders; the dark head bent over in his lap, black curls tickling his thighs and shivered. He gripped the side of the chair with one hand and wrapped the other tighter in Aaron’s hair. “Uh—fuck!” He groaned, and Aaron moaned around him. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, as heat rose upwards, higher and higher, until he was spilling in Aaron’s mouth, gasping as he watched him swallow. Lex dropped back to the chair, panting, sweating, not caring at all that the perfect creases of his suit were ruined. “God, Aaron.”
He looked up at Lex and leaned on his thighs. “Umm. That was fun.”
Lex laughed shakily. “Yes, that was fun.”
“Let’s order dinner, and stay in. the bed is very wide, plenty of room for a picnic,” he smiled.
Lex smiled back. “If you order, I’ll be happy to join you. I just have a call to make.”
******
Lex shifted a little, and Aaron’s warm weight moved off of him. He sighed, stretched and the satin smooth sheets felt wonderful. He was tired, and the bed was soft, and warm, and Aaron was big, heavy, and warm himself. The arm curled over him nearly pinned him in place. He smiled a little. He liked the feeling….
He’d been more demanding tonight than he usually was, and Aaron had been more than pleased. The night had been unusual from the start—Lex rarely allowed himself to indulge in more than oral sex, mutual masturbation. Tonight, however, he’d felt aggressive. Even now, he wanted to wake Aaron up, fuck him again, instead of going home.
He also felt vaguely guilty. He glanced at the clock. It was nearly one o’clock. Alexandra would be asleep now. He felt terrible about being out so late—even though he’d called, even though Clark was there. A little guilt speared him about that too. Clark’s first night staying with them and he was taking advantage of him. Oh well, guilt was a constant, wasn’t it?
A few minutes later, he was showered, and dressed, and heading home, ready to be alone for the next month.
tbc!
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8/10/06 06:06 am (UTC)It's funny, for all the years/story parts they were apart I was very impatient to see them get back together, but now that Clark has moved in I'm happy to wait for their slow reunion, because it is very fun to watch.
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8/10/06 06:07 am (UTC)He hoped she didn't have some Parent Trap fantasy going on. He smiled a little. He almost didn't put it past her to have manufactured this biological emergency, just to get the two of them in the same room for longer than a few minu-oh shit. Would she? No, no! Of course not....
No, really, she wouldn't.
- Is that realization creeping up on the Clarkster?!?!?
Okay, he'd been an enormous asshole-concerning the way he'd left. But if he'd never left, where would he be now? Probably buried under Lex, absorbed by him, through no fault of Lex's. Clark knew that kid had been totally willing, even eager, to let Lex take care of every aspect of his life. It would only have gotten worse and worse...he sighed.
- All right, I guess Clark is right - he left for good/bad reasons, but he is probably correct in thinking that he was very green when he was first with Lex and really did need an opportunity to grow up and become less sheltered and take care of himself. Still Lex = sad, not cool.
"Oh, gosh, right! I forgot. Talk to you later...Greg." She smiled, her eyes sparkled, and Clark's heart dropped. Oh-oh. *Now*, he got it...Greg. Oh boy. Lex was going to explode. Clark suddenly grinned. Lex was going to *explode*!
- HeeHeeHee!
- Lex, oh Lex - fun times on so many fronts. He thought Clark was the worst of it - HA!
Lex practiced breathing in the limo, all the way to the club. He closed his eyes, and inhaled, and saw bright red, tight bright red, tight bright red tee shirt, hole...He shook his head and growled under his breath.
- HEEHEEHEE!!!!
...They switched off-it kept their meetings fresh. Four years, and he was quite comfortable with Aaron's choices. He was pleasant, intelligent and unassuming and insanely attractive. These once a month visits kept him...sane. And safe, and without them he'd-well, he wasn't sure what he'd do.
- Oh, Lex. Once a month - ohhh, sad.... Having Clark around is just going to drive him nuts being under foot, isn't he??
Well, they are slowly moving towards each other - that's good right?
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8/10/06 06:52 am (UTC)I especially loved the way you did Clark in this section.
:-D
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8/10/06 02:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/10/06 09:42 am (UTC)I love this fic cause it puts a bit of honesty into Clex stories. The likelihood of Clark and Lex staying together if they had got together at such a young age without some problems just doesn't seem realistic to me.
Off course this fic is an example of the extreme - they can't stay together until they are a little older and (hopefully) wiser.
In this day and age its not usual for people to 'settle down' until they are the ages this universes Clark and Lex are, so it makes for this very cool story that they have so much history together and The Ripley! yet are still somewhat at the 'beginning' of a relationship.
Enjoying this story very much.
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8/10/06 02:52 pm (UTC)The likelihood of Clark and Lex staying together if they had got together at such a young age without some problems just doesn't seem realistic to me.
Even though Clark was very mature for his young age, he was still a kid, and really, so was Lex. And I remember my own self, back in the mists of time...oy.
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8/10/06 12:51 pm (UTC)However, I still adore the way you are writing Lex and his complete obsession over Clark, even after all this time. Poor Lex knows that no matter how good looking Aaron is or fabulous he is in bed, he can't compete with the person in Lex's heart. I love that Lex prepared Clark's room and his bathroom. I think its adorable that Lex loves Clark this much. And Clark, so so funny! I adored his realization in the very first paragraph that Ripley has set up a Parent Trap situation for he and Lex. God bless him but he's adorable when the light bulb goes on!
Great chapter Roxy...this is one of my favorite stories that I am reading right now!!
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8/10/06 02:38 pm (UTC)I don't know if it makes a difference, but Clark didn't think he was an asshole for leaving--he thought he was an asshole for leaving the *way* he did. Young Clark could never have stayed with Lex after that. An older Clark might have been able to. In fact, we can pretty much assume he can live with it.
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8/10/06 01:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
8/10/06 02:58 pm (UTC)*snicker* But of course! Both parts? I'm sure I have your e-mail, I'll send them separatly.
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8/11/06 03:51 am (UTC)BTW, thanks for your interest!
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8/10/06 02:56 pm (UTC)I love their slow, steady progress back into each other's lives. Poor Lex, even his substitute is a Clark look-alike, isn't he?
*hugs you*
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8/10/06 03:00 pm (UTC)Poor Lex. He really is a one man...man. *g*
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8/10/06 09:38 pm (UTC)Whatever is easiest for you, sweetie. I'm just loooking forward to having it. I'll print out and save it in a binder, I know it's one I'll love to read again.
*hugs*
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8/11/06 03:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/10/06 03:07 pm (UTC)No, really, she wouldn’t.
Oh Clark, you don't know your daughter at all, do you? *g*
This story is so much fun! :)
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8/10/06 03:31 pm (UTC)Sweet Lord.
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8/11/06 01:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/10/06 04:03 pm (UTC)I'm still really enjoying it! Good section! Hooray!!! :D
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8/10/06 11:56 pm (UTC)*uses incredibly strong mind control powers to send 'write faster, damn it!' message to Miss Roxy*
I'm loving it!
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8/11/06 01:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/11/06 02:57 am (UTC)"She got in grumpily said, “First of all, ‘Granddad’, we’re rich---we could have one for every day of the week--”she went on, ignoring Clark’s scandalized gasp. “Second—it’s ugly, Dad. It might have been hot stuff back in the early two’s but it’s just a beat up old truck now.”
hee. Soo early two's!
And I am glad, glad to see that Lex is not as alone as he lets everyone think he is. Aaron is someone (Like Jordan!) I want to see more of, because there's enough there to tease and err, well I have to know more. :P *laughs*
*beams and offers chocolate hugs*
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8/11/06 03:58 am (UTC)Ah, poor Aaron, sure, he'd like more with Lex (who wouldn't?) but sadly, Lex thinks of it as a friendly business deal. No Pretty Woman here, unfortunately. But, probably safer for Aaron--Clark's not going to like it when he finds out Lex has been going to the same guy for four years...tsk.
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8/11/06 03:45 am (UTC)Awwwwww!!!
*wuvs them all*
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8/11/06 03:58 am (UTC)wuvs *you*
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8/12/06 01:20 am (UTC)You are like a monumental, horrible, evol *tease*!!!
*flails*
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8/12/06 03:18 am (UTC)you know you looooo-oove me!
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