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fic post:Mariposa
Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:5
Summary: This is an AU version of Smallville and my Clark and my Lex still like the buttsex., and they aim to prove it in this bit
The Previous Parts are here, auditioning for Dancing With The Stars. Those flesh-colored body suits are something else, aren’t they—what? Ew. Spangles should never go there….
“I’m not sure I like being out here, Clark.” Lex perched gingerly on the edge of the tailgate, and breathed in the sharp scent of green things growing and wet soil. Corn was all around them, on either side of the road, all there was, was corn. It made him a little nervous--too many movies about things full of evil intent coming out of tall stands of corn, he guessed. He eyed the head high stalks and really got the feeling that something malevolent was creeping through them--the very real possibility existed, this was Smallville, after all--hell, it’d happened more than once, he was sure. Even Clark was glancing around the fields, a little frown line between his brows. This feeling of being watched though, didn’t come from any krypto-mutant, he was sure…if he was being watched, it was by a ghost….
Clark crooked a finger at him, and patted the bit of blanket next to where he lounged in the truck bed. “Lex, I promise you the outside won’t infect you. Didn’t you ever picnic before? Just relax, go with it.”
“Hmm.” He sipped some of the champagne he’d brought from the plastic cup Clark had provided, along with snickers (‘champagne? Gee, I just brought egg salad…’) He shifted to sit next to Clark, tugged at his khakis and willed himself to a casualness he didn’t feel. He knew that in the dark above them there were flying insects with an appetite for blood... Clark smiled at him.
“Nice crease, babe.” He ran his fingers over the knife sharp crease, and Lex swatted them away.
“Well, if I’d known that I’d be lolling about in the back of my boyfriend’s pick-up truck, I’d have worn my overalls.”
Clark grinned at him from narrowed eyes. “Oh, you’ll pay for that, Luthor; I’ll make you beg for mercy.” His hand ran up Lex’s leg, and his fingers tucked into the waist band of the khakis.
“Clark, you’ll wrinkle my creases,” he laughed.
The fingers nimbly undid the snap, and worked the zipper down. “I plan to do more than wrinkle your creases,” he whispered hotly in Lex’s ear. “I plan to wreck you, to make you scream…”
“God.” He shivered and closed his eyes and felt any ghosts fly away when Clark sucked his earlobe into the furnace of his mouth, reminding him that he could do so much more with lips and tongue….
Clark watched Lex’s eyes slowly close as he wrapped his hand around his dick, waited as it jerked and swelled to its full length…smiled when Lex’s breath hitched. Under the light of the moon gilding Lex’s perfect skin, illuminating the bruises on the curve of his throat, he felt the best he’d ever felt since coming home. The night was so perfect, the air was still and warm, the stars like diamonds against a totally clear velvet black sky. Lex arched and sighed, and Clark licked pre-come from the tip of his dick, let it fill his mouth…Lex’s hands slid gently over his head, and urged him closer, begged him quietly please, please. It was like…a gift. A blessing. Lex was made for him, body and soul. His.
******
Lex’s eyes stuttered open when Clark moved back, rose up over him, the moon behind him throwing his face into shadow…Clark whispered, “Shh,” when he wanted to ask what are you doing, and showed him the lube.
The wrinkled khakis were eased down and off, the ivory skin revealed showered with kisses, leaving little roses all the way from the sensitive hollows of his hip to the thin delicate skin behind his knees. Lex protested being teased so cruelly, so slowly...he bit his lip savagely, waiting for Clark to take what seemed a horribly long time to get rid of boots and jeans, and pull his t-shirt up and behind his head, and socks…Lex’s heart turned over seeing Clark so eager, so hard, looking like sex and—and those innocent white socks on his feet--somehow, the socks made it dirty. He shuddered. Thank god.
Clark squeezed a dollop of clear lube between his palms, and held it until it warmed. “Lex, I promised I’d say this a lot—I love you. There’s no one else for me.” He leaned closer, and a whisper away from his lips he said, “And there is no one else but you and me here.” He stroked Lex’s cool cheek and chuckled. “You worry so much.” His lips pressed down in that slow inexorable way that Lex loved, almost forcing him to open to Clark, and the slow deep exchange of heat and wet…sharp teeth grazed his lips and tongue, scraping, nipping, worrying them--so sensitive until it felt like…he could come just from that…
Lex made a sound and pulled his leg to his chest, reached out for Clark. Clark stroked warmed gel over his hole, a slow coaxing push of finger inside, every hitching maddening slide inside made his stomach clench and the tight ring of muscle flutter, “Like you’re trying to swallow me,” Clark murmured, eyes locked on the sight below him.
“Clark, I really would like it now.”
“Lex…” Clark smiled at him, a wide lazy smile. He said, “I love how you beg so…calmly. Just wait, just a bit more...”
Lex moaned in frustration, and then…Clark reached behind himself, and Lex watched him, watched his face crumble, watched his mouth open and his chin lift. He moaned again, softer when Clark pushed lube slick fingers into his own body, and worked himself open enough to take Lex, to slide down on his dick in one motion.
Lex missed whatever expression was on Clark’s face, because he had his eyes closed, and he was busy trying not to make it the shortest fuck they’d ever had….
“Shit—Clark, Clark…oh god.”
Clark’s dick strained, and long strands of translucent pre-come dropped onto his belly. Every roll of his hips made his dick jump, and sway, and Lex was mesmerized… the hot slick glove of Clark’s body seemed tailor-made for him, and his muscles gripped and released him like a mouth. Lex dug his fingers into his hips and thrust as much as he could until Clark said, “Lie still, let me do it.”
Lex groaned—hell, he screamed. Clark shifted, and moaned, “Oh…yes.”
“Is that the spot?” Lex panted. “Right there?”
Clark nodded, dropped and rose on him, hair dripping wet and curling around his face, panted open mouthed.
“Fuck, Clark,” Lex muttered and let go of his hips, grabbed for Clark’s dick.
“Lex! God--” Clark stopped, and Lex felt him quiver, from inside and out, he felt the shudder right into hid bones and Clark threw his head back, and yelled.
Lex felt Clark throb in his hand, watched his come fly up, and drop against his belly, once, twice—the touch of it made his balls draw up tight and Clark moaned as come flowed out and over Lex’s hands and he was curling off the blanket, screaming Clark’s name and coming like his body thought he was dying…. it felt so good, so free—
*****
Lex lay against Clark’s chest; Clark stroked his arms, his shoulders and tried to explain to him how he was feeling lately.
“…and I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster ride—sometimes I’m so happy to be here and other times I feel like I’m drowning. It’s driving me crazy. I love my parents, I do, a lot, but sometimes, I feel so—pissed off at them. And for no reason! They’ve done nothing but…try and make me happy.”
Lex said softly, “And lie to you about everything, and not find you when you ran away and you were in trouble, and go and have another kid to love, and make your past a secret. They didn’t save you from the bad man, and they didn’t save you from the Twins…”
Clark snapped, “Lex. None of that was their fault.”
“Of course *you* know that, but the little kid inside you doesn’t. Sometimes that kid’s voice is louder than yours.”
“Oh, so you’re a businessman, a philanthropist and a psychiatrist? How about you check to see if you’re psychic too, and read my mind?”
Lex snickered. “Sometimes, you’re cute when you’re angry.” He sat up. “Sometimes. And speaking of angry…I wanted to talk to you about me leaving--just for a few days, Clark.”
Clark jerked upright. “But how can you do that? What about…the castle, what about…”
“I’m scouting sites for the new facility. I’m sorry, but I don’t trust this to anyone else, the only other person besides you I trust is gone…so I have to leave. Believe me, I don’t want to leave anymore than you want me to.”
“Lex, Lex--don’t pay attention to me--I know you have to go. It’s just…I really feel…scared thinking of being here alone.”
“Clark. I’m not running off.” Lex sat up and searched through the pile of clothes for his, and began dressing. “And you’re okay. Chloe’s here, Pete’s here, your mom and dad are here.” They dressed in silence, and Clark was lacing up his boots before he spoke again.
“How long will you be gone?” he asked, and rubbed his face on his sleeve.
“I hope not long, but I can’t promise you anything. Just—have faith it won’t take long.”
Clark nodded. “Okay. And I’ll try to be less of a jerk.”
“Clark—I understand. No one wants to be alone. I hope next trip, you can come with me.”
******
Lex left from the helipad in back of the stone heap he called a house, and Clark watched him go until the helicopter was a dot in the sky. He yearned to be with him so strongly—he had the oddest flash, a bone deep feeling that all he had to do was spread his arms and want it, and he’d fly up after him.
His days were full of waiting—waiting hurt him, made his stomach ache and sent sharp thrills of pain through him during the day, when Lex’s face would fill his thoughts, when the memory of the touch of his hand grew sharp and huge…he’d be home soon.
******
He’d just finished cleaning up the milking shed when his dad met him at the doors. His crew were done out for the day and he’d come to fetch Clark in to dinner.
They headed over to the barn together, changed out of work boots and washed their hands, chatting idly about farm business, a little about school…his dad was drying his hands on a towel when Clark turned to him and asked, “Can I tell you a little about what happened?”
His dad was very careful not to react, he just nodded, and Clark thought, ‘now or never.’ He took a deep breath.
“The reason I left was because I thought I was protecting you guys, I was afraid I’d kill the baby—I thought that I killed Whitney--because I’m different. For a long time after Whit died, I lived with a voice in my head constantly telling me how terrible I was, what a worthless waste of a person I was. It was like having a black hole in the middle of me and the more miserable I was, the righter it seemed…Lex made me get past that. But I was still afraid to come home. After I regained my power though, I knew I had to. Everyday Lex urged me to…Lex saved my life in a million ways, Dad.”
His dad sat close to Clark. “You have to know that at any time you could have come home…” Clark reached out and put his hand on his arm, and his dad was quiet again.
“Dad…stuff happened, I did stuff to…to survive…at first I couldn’t get a job…so.”
His dad turned white under his tan, and his mouth moved but he struggled to keep quiet. “I never hurt anyone, Dad. I didn’t really steal…but…people will give you money for. Things.”
“Clark.” His dad sounded so sad—not at all what he’d expected. He looked at him, and saw no accusation, no anger—most importantly, no disgust. He didn’t know if he could handle seeing disgust on his dad’s face. He could barely handle him looking so sad…he forced himself to go on…“I don’t want Mom to know about this part…I’m telling you because—you have to know. I was kind of…kidnapped, I guess, and I had to live with these people who…were really bad. Like that Man.”
“No, damn it, no--” His dad jumped up, tears in his eyes. “We worked so hard to protect you from something like that ever happening again—so *hard*! And—and—no, no.” Clark was moving, backing away from his dad. His fault, they tried to keep him safe and he walked right into it, brought pain and grief to his family again—because it *was* true, there was something wrong with him—there was—
His dad reached out and grabbed him, grabbed his face and for a moment, held him so tightly that he couldn’t move or break his grip…Dad stared into his eyes, he said fiercely, “Not your fault.” He shook him, “Not. Your. Fault. Understand?”
Clark felt scalding tears flood his eyes, his dad’s eyes too were swimming and when he blinked tears fell, Clark glanced down at the dark round spots they left on his dad’s grimy jeans… “Clark, it wasn’t your fault, no one can blame you. Besides, we don’t keep a scoreboard of the times we hurt each other, okay? We just—let it go. We just love that much more.” He let Clark go, wiped his cheeks before rubbing his rough hands over his own face. “Do you know who they were? Can we find them?”
“Dad…"
“Because if we can find them, we need to bring them to justice. One way or another.”
“Dad…”
“Everyone has limits son. I’m sorry…”
“Dad...it’s done. They’ll never hurt anyone ever again, those people. Lex’s brother took care of that already.”
“He did? The police…”
“They’re dead. Lucas…has a pretty simple view of the world. An eye for an eye, I guess you’d say. The Luthors bought—brought--me out of that place, and Lex made sure that…he helped me become normal again—as far as that’s possible. You know.” He smiled at his dad, and his dad laughed—or sobbed, it was hard to tell.
“Clark…you’re better than normal. You’re…you’re a miracle.’
“Right Dad. All the pain I brought to you guys, ever since I was little I did it to you. I’m…I’m sorry.”
His dad grabbed him and held him, rocked him, told him how wonderful a miracle he was to them. Clark was so grateful that no matter how much he’d changed, he hadn’t lost the ability to feel a touch like this—he would have died for sure if that had been taken from him. He needed to hear his dad tell him that he was loved and valued. He wondered if he would ever stop needing it.
TBC
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The scene in the truck was so hot, when I grow up I'm going to be able to write scenes that hot. (yeah, right).
Now I'm waiting to find out what new bad thing you have waiting for our boys. *ducks*
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