SV fic post: East of the Sun part 38
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roxyTitle: East of the Sun
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/Clark
Rating:NC-17
Word Count:3087
Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: AU, so very AU
Fair warning, dear readers—the mistakes here are all my own. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
danceswithgary for her encouragement and of course, the lovely cover!
it's an extra big slice of pie. I decided to post everything I had, because I was afraid I might never post this--or anything else. I hope it's okay.
Alex's rooms were cleaner then they'd been in a while, and he was a little embarrassed and annoyed with himself that it took a visit from Clark to make it so. He'd scrubbed everything, the linoleum floor practically gleamed, the carpet was more or less lint free…he looked down at his hands and frowned. Housekeeper. He definitely needed a house keeper, because he was not going to do this every time Clark came to visit. Assuming there'd be a next time. He'd even thrown a fresh cloth on the kitchen table, and there was a bud vase sitting in the middle of it. He'd debated putting it on the table, or putting a flower in it—worrying it was too girly. But he had a notion Clark liked things like that—growing things, not girly things—and in the end decided, fuck it, and a carnation glowed an accusing hot pink in the afternoon light. The way Clark had smiled at seeing it when he came in paid him back in spades.
Clark perched nervously on the edge of his chair, filling up the corner the kitchen table was set in, where the windows made a room of light. The white table cloth dipped towards his side a bit where he'd pulled at it sliding in to sit. Alex smiled. He looked like a kid on his way to church, white shirt, grey vest, and dark wool trousers. His hair was brushed back with pomade, and curls still threatened to break loose, and some very inexpensive cologne had been applied…liberally. Alex took in a sharp, startled breath. He'd dressed up for him, Clark was trying to look nice—smell nice--for him. The thought made Alex strangely sad….
Clark stirred sugar into his tea, and smiled at Alex. The light made his skin luminous; his eyes were a true green now, absorbing the sunlight. He made that shabby room look like a palace, and Clark looked startled, laughed, "I do? How?"
Alex dealt with the aftermath of blurting out his thoughts as best he could. He could feel his cheeks turning pink, quickly rummaged through his pockets with a vicious scowl, eyes trained on the floor. He pulled out his cigarette case and grunted, "Smokes." He needed a distraction so as not to break out in smiles, but Clark's soft chuckle told him he hadn't fooled anyone.
They ate the sandwiches Clark brought, talked about what was going on in Europe right now, the latest film at the Odeon. Alex teased him that he had to have finished his dish collection by now, and Clark snorted. They discussed Miller's appearance at the Roxy downtown, and the miracle of the band being free to travel down south later that summer…Alex managed to keep Wade's name out of that but….they talked around and around the real reason for Clark being there until Clark finally said, "So, explain New Years eve to me." He didn't have to say "explain Wade to me," Alex heard it anyway. He thought, 'I can't. He's too good. He can't know this about me.'
"Clark, it was…a whim. A spur of the moment. Wade asked me out and I…went along." He raised his chin, and stared right into Clark's eyes, feeling an awful lot like he was looking at his father. Hurt washed over Clark's face, so plain to see, and then anger, and Alex was fine with that—that he understood. That and hatred, and leaving, and insults. He clenched his jaw, ignored the burn in his throat and waited. But Clark…Clark just slumped a little in his chair, and looked sad. And smiled.
"Oh. Okay. Well…I hope you had a nice time." He added more honey to his tea, and spoke casually. "I did. Walt and Chloe and Pete and I all went out. To his brother's club—I mean the club his brother works at. And after…to a very interesting place, Lacey's, have you ever heard of it?"
Alex blinked. "Ye-es, I have…who took you there?"
"Well, all of them actually. I met someone nice too."
Alex licked suddenly ash-dry lips—his tongue lingered, his lips felt cold to the touch. "Yeah—yes? That's nice." He fumbled the lighter, caught it and lit his cigarette, using the small ritual to regain control of himself. He exhaled and smiled brightly at Clark. "So, you made a new friend. That's…nice."
Clark stared back at Alex; his expression was calm, almost blank, and totally unreadable. "Yes. He came home with me. We—"
"It's fine—I don't want to know." He inhaled so deeply the paper crackled and flared, and he felt light headed and furious—hurt.
Clark's lips thinned and he glared at Alex. "Now you know how I felt New Years Eve." He stood, his chair screeching across the linoleum. "It hurt."
Alex leaped to his feet as well, blocking Clark from leaving the kitchen. "I know! I know and I'm awful but there's a reason…I just can’t tell you. But it's…a pretty good reason."
"Damn it, Lex—what kind of deal have you got with that goon? Manager my ass--he's a knee-breaker, a button man, everyone knows that. What's he got over you? Your friend, that big dark guy, he's worried too—" Clark's mouth clamped shut and he looked dismayed.
"Bruce? Bruce…" Alex laughed. "He's always worried about me. Always in my business." He stopped, gazed at Clark in surprise. "You called me Lex."
The boy blushed birght red. "I'm sorry; I won't if you don’t like it. I know no one else does. That's kind of why…I do."
Alex smiled. "Hm. Well fuck Clark…he dropped back on his chair, elbows on the table and his forehead resting on his upraised fists. What can I tell you…how can I explain…?"
Clark sat too, shifted to be closer to Alex, and put his hand on his knee. "From the beginning, and I'll just listen."
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"…I. Oh gosh." Clark looked stunned, and just a little frightened. Alex pushed the packed ashtray away and stubbed out his cigarette in the empty, mustard smeared plate in front of him. The small sound of dismay Clark made when he did that actually made him feel a little better, like things were not spinning out of control. Clark's vaguely disgusted look made him want to kiss the boy, it was so average, so normal, so Clark. So real. "Lex, that was crazy—no not that, what you did for Chloe. I could have helped protect her. You didn’t need to cater to Mr. Mahaney. You could get in trouble." Clark looked worried and Alex felt terrible. Because when push came to shove—he'd lied. Clark thought he was doing the occasional delivery for Mahaney. Alex had looked into his eyes, his clear, innocent eyes and lied because he couldn't bear to see that admiration, that *want* in them, die. So he'd spun out stories of midnight runs and close calls and…
"Lex. You're so brave. But…if the cops catch wind… I wish you wouldn't."
He wished…he should tell him the truth. Clark was shaking his head, looking aggravated but…fond also. "Is there anything you won’t do for a friend?" he asked, and Alex laughed--fuck, he almost gagged on it.
"Not much," he managed to say and lit another Chesterfield."But now…something's wrong, I think. I don’t know what…I just have this feeling, something happened to me. And I need to find Bruce because my gut is telling me he knows what it was."
Clark leaned back, and looked surprised. "You don’t know? You mean like…" his brow furrowed, and what he'd learned from radio and the hard-boiled dicks of the pulps was applied to Alex's statement. "You mean like…amnesia? You think on one of your runs you got busted in the conk and you can’t remember it now?"
Alex leveled a long, long look at Clark before saying mildly, "Yes, Clark that’s just what I mean--conk, busted, amnesia."
Clark's jaw dropped, for a second he looked like he'd licked a light socket and then—he threw a piece of bread at Alex's head, "Shut up!"
"Clark!" Alex batted the bread away and laughed, "You're so easy—no wonder I love you--" Alex froze.
Clark looked stunned, and slowly, the brightest, happiest most amazing smile Alex had ever seen on any human being ever broke over Clark's face. Alex stuttered, "I mean…I mean…"
Clark laughed, bright and happy and Alex couldn't help but smile too, Clark's laughter broke over him like warm ocean waves, sweeping him up, swirling him around until he couldn't breathe…"Alex, relax! I know what you mean. You mean I make you laugh and you can be yourself with me and that's great. I love you too—you're my best friend. And I'm hoping that maybe…we could try to make it more." Clark stood, holding his hand out to Alex.
"Clark…what?"
"Well, we can stay here in the kitchen, but we might be more comfortable on the sofa." He took Alex's hand and led him out to the sofa and gently pushed him down. "Now…show me how this all works, please."
Alex was excited, nervous…a thought floated up from some place cold inside of him and spilled out. "Didn't your new friend teach you…"
"Of course not. The only thing I learned was that you're the one I care for. Now don’t make me wait any more, Lex. I'm tired of waiting."
Alex groaned, "Waiting? You have no idea what it means to wait…" He looped an arm around Clark's neck and pulled him close. "You can't imagine," he whispered against Clark's mouth. He pressed his mouth tighter against Clark's and felt it soften under his, felt it when Clark relaxed, put his trust in Alex. It was surprising how the feel of Clark giving in to him, submitting to him, made him so very hard, so very quickly. Clark's lips parted slightly, just enough for Alex to sweep the tip of his tongue between them. He loved feeling the heat of Clark's mouth again; he could barely stand having to wait, to feel it on his body, his dick…
Clark shuddered and moved under his hands. Softly, a little shyly, he said, "Could you touch me? Like the way you touched me before?"
Alex felt a surge of something heavy and dark sweep him. He reached out for Clark, wanting more than anything to *take*--and checked himself. Remembered what it was like to feel like falling, to be that scared. To *trust* someone that way…"We'll do what you want, Clark. You tell me what you want."
Clark sprawled on the couch, head against the arm, one long leg on the floor, the other canted across the back in a way that left him wide open. He pulled and tugged at Alex until he'd cradled him between his legs. They were chest to chest, hips to hips, and Clark made sure they were mouth to mouth. Alex let Clark tease his mouth open, let his tongue slide in, and Clark took advantage, explored him, tasted him. The little sounds of contentment grew louder, more intense, more desperate and Clark began to twist under him. He reached down and pressed his palm against Clark, his finger outlining an erection that was as long, as thick as he remembered. "You're on fire, so hot...." and Clark let out a gasp that was only a step or two below a scream. "Is this all right, me touching you? Do you want me to slow down?"
"No, don't stop," Clark moaned and lifted his hips as Alex unbuttoned his pants…he worked on Alex's shirt. "I want everything I missed the last time," he sighed, and pulled Alex's shirt off, smiled that he was bare-chested under the shirt. "Don't you ever wear undershirts? Mind you," he bent to taste him, "I'm not complaining…it's very sexy." Despite his bold words, the little circle he licked on Alex's skin was timid, and Alex moaned, to make Clark a little bolder, and moved so that Clark's lips bumped his nipple. It didn’t take Clark long to figure out how much Alex enjoyed kisses there—he threw himself into it, teased, sucked, scraped teeth over the peaked nub and all the while Alex gasped encouragement. "That feels good, Clark, really good. You can do that just a little har—" he broke off and groaned as Clark pushed up into him with a gasp.
"Lex, I need to touch your skin, all of it, I need to feel you…"
With Clark helping Alex undress, it was much more fun than usual, and took a bit longer than it should. Alex managed to salvage most of his buttons, was pretty sure he'd be able to find the ones that popped and flew off like little champagne corks…someday. It all seemed to go so very fast once he was nude…in fact, he could barely remember Clark undressing. It was like a dream--he blinked and suddenly was lying on acres of hot, silky, skin. When Clark spoke, he said aloud what Alex was thinking.
"Lex. This is like a dream, like all my *good* dreams--I think about you all the time and—and sometimes at rehearsal, I have to leave the room, I can't—I have to—" Clark reached between them, and touched himself, his knuckles rubbing against Alex's straining dick, driving him crazy…Alex moaned into Clarks neck, and felt the hard length between them try to rise, felt wet slick their skin. "I think about your mouth, your hands…I want…"
"Yeah…" Alex reached down to hold them both in his hand, quivering with the feel of his dick pressed against Clark's, silky and warm, hard as steel. Finally, Clark. His to touch, his to taste…crown and shaft slipped and pulled together, slicker each thrust as pre-come spilled.
Clark shuddered, moaned, "In my dream, I'm on my knees, mouth on you, greedy for you, sucking, swallowing you, and—" Alex squeezed his eyes tight, and concentrated on not coming…God. Where did Clark learn to talk like that? "I dream about what you taste like--uh—Lex--" Clark shuddered hard, his arms flew around Alex, his hips thrust against him, he came with a little broken sound that made Alex throb all over…he almost came himself, at the feel of Clark's release, thick and hot against him. For long seconds, the only sound in the apartment was the radio, and their breath…and then a pained moan signaled Clark's return to the world….
"Oh go--gosh." Clark buried his face in Alex's neck. "Well," he gasped. "That's kind of embarrassing…I'm not…not usually that quick. Or that…loud."
"Mm…well, you're usually more…alone, hm?"
Clark chuckled weakly. "I guess, yeah."
"Don't be embarrassed, love." Alex lifted Clark's chin, "Believe me, I've never seen, or heard, anything as erotic," he chuckled. "When you cut loose, you really cut loose." He wiped his hand through the mess that glued them together, and grinned. "Really cut loose…"
Clark made a face. "Let me do that—I'm the one who made a mess of you." He flipped them, crouched over Alex and after a moment's thought, dragged a finger through the liquid cooling on Alex's belly, and touched it to his tongue. Alex watched open mouthed, as Clark's tongue swept over and around the tip of his finger. He winked at Alex, grabbed his undershirt from the floor and wiped him clean. He sighed and leaned his cheek on Alex's inner thigh. "I want to suck you. Tell me what to do," he said.
Alex's eyelids flickered--he rode out the wave of lust that swept him. When he felt able to speak clearly, he said, "You should…just do what you're comfortable with. Have you ever done anything like this before? No? Touch, go on. Just like you do to yourself," and he made a tunnel of Clark's hand. "Like this…" he pushed into the circle of Clark's fingers, and Clark took up the motion. "That's it. Tighter, yeah, that's good." He looked down, watching Clark watching him, so serious, so captivated—captivating….Alex sighed, and closed his eyes, and let Clark explore him—suddenly hot wet soft stroked over the head of his dick, he opened his eyes to find himself staring into Clark's. "Clark…"
Clark smiled, his eyes drifted closed and he took Alex in as far as he could. Alex moaned, thrust a little and Clark cupped his ass and encouraged more movement. Alex tilted his hips up and began slow shallow thrusts, careful of Clark…he could feel him relax, feel him grow more confident…Alex sighed, "Oh fuck, you're making me crazy, feels so hot inside your mouth, so good…" He had a feeling Clark liked words and he was right--Clark was moaning around his dick, humping the couch, so caught up he stopped worrying about technique, about drooling, about anything but pleasure. He gagged viciously a time or two but refused to let Alex pull back and it might not have pretty or polished, but it *was* perfect.
"Clark, I'm going to come. You have to stop, or…" He felt the head of his dick slide across the roof of Clark's mouth, felt Clark's throat close around him. "Fuck." He let go, and it felt like throwing himself off a high place, felt like Clark was catching him, again, and again, and again….
He was drifting, content, sated, until he was drawn back by a small sound, a hitch of breath, and the shaky gust of warm breath exhaled against his skin made him pull Clark up until they were eye to eye. There were tears in Clark's, and Alex was choked with guilt. "Clark, I'm so sorry—please don’t regret it, you didn't do anything wrong."
Clark shook his head. "That's not it. Lex, Pete told me how things are with you, but I wanted…I don’t want this to stop," he stuttered. "I want you; I want…I don't just want to be your friend. Like Pete. I want…I *need* more."
Alex froze. "I…" He closed his eyes; he took a deep breath and said, "Same goes for me, Clark."
Clark looked at him, shock turning to joy. "Oh, that's—that's good. I'm really glad. And don't worry; we'll work out this thing with Mahaney." Clark swept Alex up in a hug, murmured, "It'll all work out in the end, Lex."
Alex wondered how he could feel so blessed, and so cursed, too.
part 39
TBC
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/Clark
Rating:NC-17
Word Count:3087
Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: AU, so very AU
Fair warning, dear readers—the mistakes here are all my own. Thanks to
danceswithgary for her encouragement and of course, the lovely cover!it's an extra big slice of pie. I decided to post everything I had, because I was afraid I might never post this--or anything else. I hope it's okay.
Alex's rooms were cleaner then they'd been in a while, and he was a little embarrassed and annoyed with himself that it took a visit from Clark to make it so. He'd scrubbed everything, the linoleum floor practically gleamed, the carpet was more or less lint free…he looked down at his hands and frowned. Housekeeper. He definitely needed a house keeper, because he was not going to do this every time Clark came to visit. Assuming there'd be a next time. He'd even thrown a fresh cloth on the kitchen table, and there was a bud vase sitting in the middle of it. He'd debated putting it on the table, or putting a flower in it—worrying it was too girly. But he had a notion Clark liked things like that—growing things, not girly things—and in the end decided, fuck it, and a carnation glowed an accusing hot pink in the afternoon light. The way Clark had smiled at seeing it when he came in paid him back in spades.
Clark perched nervously on the edge of his chair, filling up the corner the kitchen table was set in, where the windows made a room of light. The white table cloth dipped towards his side a bit where he'd pulled at it sliding in to sit. Alex smiled. He looked like a kid on his way to church, white shirt, grey vest, and dark wool trousers. His hair was brushed back with pomade, and curls still threatened to break loose, and some very inexpensive cologne had been applied…liberally. Alex took in a sharp, startled breath. He'd dressed up for him, Clark was trying to look nice—smell nice--for him. The thought made Alex strangely sad….
Clark stirred sugar into his tea, and smiled at Alex. The light made his skin luminous; his eyes were a true green now, absorbing the sunlight. He made that shabby room look like a palace, and Clark looked startled, laughed, "I do? How?"
Alex dealt with the aftermath of blurting out his thoughts as best he could. He could feel his cheeks turning pink, quickly rummaged through his pockets with a vicious scowl, eyes trained on the floor. He pulled out his cigarette case and grunted, "Smokes." He needed a distraction so as not to break out in smiles, but Clark's soft chuckle told him he hadn't fooled anyone.
They ate the sandwiches Clark brought, talked about what was going on in Europe right now, the latest film at the Odeon. Alex teased him that he had to have finished his dish collection by now, and Clark snorted. They discussed Miller's appearance at the Roxy downtown, and the miracle of the band being free to travel down south later that summer…Alex managed to keep Wade's name out of that but….they talked around and around the real reason for Clark being there until Clark finally said, "So, explain New Years eve to me." He didn't have to say "explain Wade to me," Alex heard it anyway. He thought, 'I can't. He's too good. He can't know this about me.'
"Clark, it was…a whim. A spur of the moment. Wade asked me out and I…went along." He raised his chin, and stared right into Clark's eyes, feeling an awful lot like he was looking at his father. Hurt washed over Clark's face, so plain to see, and then anger, and Alex was fine with that—that he understood. That and hatred, and leaving, and insults. He clenched his jaw, ignored the burn in his throat and waited. But Clark…Clark just slumped a little in his chair, and looked sad. And smiled.
"Oh. Okay. Well…I hope you had a nice time." He added more honey to his tea, and spoke casually. "I did. Walt and Chloe and Pete and I all went out. To his brother's club—I mean the club his brother works at. And after…to a very interesting place, Lacey's, have you ever heard of it?"
Alex blinked. "Ye-es, I have…who took you there?"
"Well, all of them actually. I met someone nice too."
Alex licked suddenly ash-dry lips—his tongue lingered, his lips felt cold to the touch. "Yeah—yes? That's nice." He fumbled the lighter, caught it and lit his cigarette, using the small ritual to regain control of himself. He exhaled and smiled brightly at Clark. "So, you made a new friend. That's…nice."
Clark stared back at Alex; his expression was calm, almost blank, and totally unreadable. "Yes. He came home with me. We—"
"It's fine—I don't want to know." He inhaled so deeply the paper crackled and flared, and he felt light headed and furious—hurt.
Clark's lips thinned and he glared at Alex. "Now you know how I felt New Years Eve." He stood, his chair screeching across the linoleum. "It hurt."
Alex leaped to his feet as well, blocking Clark from leaving the kitchen. "I know! I know and I'm awful but there's a reason…I just can’t tell you. But it's…a pretty good reason."
"Damn it, Lex—what kind of deal have you got with that goon? Manager my ass--he's a knee-breaker, a button man, everyone knows that. What's he got over you? Your friend, that big dark guy, he's worried too—" Clark's mouth clamped shut and he looked dismayed.
"Bruce? Bruce…" Alex laughed. "He's always worried about me. Always in my business." He stopped, gazed at Clark in surprise. "You called me Lex."
The boy blushed birght red. "I'm sorry; I won't if you don’t like it. I know no one else does. That's kind of why…I do."
Alex smiled. "Hm. Well fuck Clark…he dropped back on his chair, elbows on the table and his forehead resting on his upraised fists. What can I tell you…how can I explain…?"
Clark sat too, shifted to be closer to Alex, and put his hand on his knee. "From the beginning, and I'll just listen."
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"…I. Oh gosh." Clark looked stunned, and just a little frightened. Alex pushed the packed ashtray away and stubbed out his cigarette in the empty, mustard smeared plate in front of him. The small sound of dismay Clark made when he did that actually made him feel a little better, like things were not spinning out of control. Clark's vaguely disgusted look made him want to kiss the boy, it was so average, so normal, so Clark. So real. "Lex, that was crazy—no not that, what you did for Chloe. I could have helped protect her. You didn’t need to cater to Mr. Mahaney. You could get in trouble." Clark looked worried and Alex felt terrible. Because when push came to shove—he'd lied. Clark thought he was doing the occasional delivery for Mahaney. Alex had looked into his eyes, his clear, innocent eyes and lied because he couldn't bear to see that admiration, that *want* in them, die. So he'd spun out stories of midnight runs and close calls and…
"Lex. You're so brave. But…if the cops catch wind… I wish you wouldn't."
He wished…he should tell him the truth. Clark was shaking his head, looking aggravated but…fond also. "Is there anything you won’t do for a friend?" he asked, and Alex laughed--fuck, he almost gagged on it.
"Not much," he managed to say and lit another Chesterfield."But now…something's wrong, I think. I don’t know what…I just have this feeling, something happened to me. And I need to find Bruce because my gut is telling me he knows what it was."
Clark leaned back, and looked surprised. "You don’t know? You mean like…" his brow furrowed, and what he'd learned from radio and the hard-boiled dicks of the pulps was applied to Alex's statement. "You mean like…amnesia? You think on one of your runs you got busted in the conk and you can’t remember it now?"
Alex leveled a long, long look at Clark before saying mildly, "Yes, Clark that’s just what I mean--conk, busted, amnesia."
Clark's jaw dropped, for a second he looked like he'd licked a light socket and then—he threw a piece of bread at Alex's head, "Shut up!"
"Clark!" Alex batted the bread away and laughed, "You're so easy—no wonder I love you--" Alex froze.
Clark looked stunned, and slowly, the brightest, happiest most amazing smile Alex had ever seen on any human being ever broke over Clark's face. Alex stuttered, "I mean…I mean…"
Clark laughed, bright and happy and Alex couldn't help but smile too, Clark's laughter broke over him like warm ocean waves, sweeping him up, swirling him around until he couldn't breathe…"Alex, relax! I know what you mean. You mean I make you laugh and you can be yourself with me and that's great. I love you too—you're my best friend. And I'm hoping that maybe…we could try to make it more." Clark stood, holding his hand out to Alex.
"Clark…what?"
"Well, we can stay here in the kitchen, but we might be more comfortable on the sofa." He took Alex's hand and led him out to the sofa and gently pushed him down. "Now…show me how this all works, please."
Alex was excited, nervous…a thought floated up from some place cold inside of him and spilled out. "Didn't your new friend teach you…"
"Of course not. The only thing I learned was that you're the one I care for. Now don’t make me wait any more, Lex. I'm tired of waiting."
Alex groaned, "Waiting? You have no idea what it means to wait…" He looped an arm around Clark's neck and pulled him close. "You can't imagine," he whispered against Clark's mouth. He pressed his mouth tighter against Clark's and felt it soften under his, felt it when Clark relaxed, put his trust in Alex. It was surprising how the feel of Clark giving in to him, submitting to him, made him so very hard, so very quickly. Clark's lips parted slightly, just enough for Alex to sweep the tip of his tongue between them. He loved feeling the heat of Clark's mouth again; he could barely stand having to wait, to feel it on his body, his dick…
Clark shuddered and moved under his hands. Softly, a little shyly, he said, "Could you touch me? Like the way you touched me before?"
Alex felt a surge of something heavy and dark sweep him. He reached out for Clark, wanting more than anything to *take*--and checked himself. Remembered what it was like to feel like falling, to be that scared. To *trust* someone that way…"We'll do what you want, Clark. You tell me what you want."
Clark sprawled on the couch, head against the arm, one long leg on the floor, the other canted across the back in a way that left him wide open. He pulled and tugged at Alex until he'd cradled him between his legs. They were chest to chest, hips to hips, and Clark made sure they were mouth to mouth. Alex let Clark tease his mouth open, let his tongue slide in, and Clark took advantage, explored him, tasted him. The little sounds of contentment grew louder, more intense, more desperate and Clark began to twist under him. He reached down and pressed his palm against Clark, his finger outlining an erection that was as long, as thick as he remembered. "You're on fire, so hot...." and Clark let out a gasp that was only a step or two below a scream. "Is this all right, me touching you? Do you want me to slow down?"
"No, don't stop," Clark moaned and lifted his hips as Alex unbuttoned his pants…he worked on Alex's shirt. "I want everything I missed the last time," he sighed, and pulled Alex's shirt off, smiled that he was bare-chested under the shirt. "Don't you ever wear undershirts? Mind you," he bent to taste him, "I'm not complaining…it's very sexy." Despite his bold words, the little circle he licked on Alex's skin was timid, and Alex moaned, to make Clark a little bolder, and moved so that Clark's lips bumped his nipple. It didn’t take Clark long to figure out how much Alex enjoyed kisses there—he threw himself into it, teased, sucked, scraped teeth over the peaked nub and all the while Alex gasped encouragement. "That feels good, Clark, really good. You can do that just a little har—" he broke off and groaned as Clark pushed up into him with a gasp.
"Lex, I need to touch your skin, all of it, I need to feel you…"
With Clark helping Alex undress, it was much more fun than usual, and took a bit longer than it should. Alex managed to salvage most of his buttons, was pretty sure he'd be able to find the ones that popped and flew off like little champagne corks…someday. It all seemed to go so very fast once he was nude…in fact, he could barely remember Clark undressing. It was like a dream--he blinked and suddenly was lying on acres of hot, silky, skin. When Clark spoke, he said aloud what Alex was thinking.
"Lex. This is like a dream, like all my *good* dreams--I think about you all the time and—and sometimes at rehearsal, I have to leave the room, I can't—I have to—" Clark reached between them, and touched himself, his knuckles rubbing against Alex's straining dick, driving him crazy…Alex moaned into Clarks neck, and felt the hard length between them try to rise, felt wet slick their skin. "I think about your mouth, your hands…I want…"
"Yeah…" Alex reached down to hold them both in his hand, quivering with the feel of his dick pressed against Clark's, silky and warm, hard as steel. Finally, Clark. His to touch, his to taste…crown and shaft slipped and pulled together, slicker each thrust as pre-come spilled.
Clark shuddered, moaned, "In my dream, I'm on my knees, mouth on you, greedy for you, sucking, swallowing you, and—" Alex squeezed his eyes tight, and concentrated on not coming…God. Where did Clark learn to talk like that? "I dream about what you taste like--uh—Lex--" Clark shuddered hard, his arms flew around Alex, his hips thrust against him, he came with a little broken sound that made Alex throb all over…he almost came himself, at the feel of Clark's release, thick and hot against him. For long seconds, the only sound in the apartment was the radio, and their breath…and then a pained moan signaled Clark's return to the world….
"Oh go--gosh." Clark buried his face in Alex's neck. "Well," he gasped. "That's kind of embarrassing…I'm not…not usually that quick. Or that…loud."
"Mm…well, you're usually more…alone, hm?"
Clark chuckled weakly. "I guess, yeah."
"Don't be embarrassed, love." Alex lifted Clark's chin, "Believe me, I've never seen, or heard, anything as erotic," he chuckled. "When you cut loose, you really cut loose." He wiped his hand through the mess that glued them together, and grinned. "Really cut loose…"
Clark made a face. "Let me do that—I'm the one who made a mess of you." He flipped them, crouched over Alex and after a moment's thought, dragged a finger through the liquid cooling on Alex's belly, and touched it to his tongue. Alex watched open mouthed, as Clark's tongue swept over and around the tip of his finger. He winked at Alex, grabbed his undershirt from the floor and wiped him clean. He sighed and leaned his cheek on Alex's inner thigh. "I want to suck you. Tell me what to do," he said.
Alex's eyelids flickered--he rode out the wave of lust that swept him. When he felt able to speak clearly, he said, "You should…just do what you're comfortable with. Have you ever done anything like this before? No? Touch, go on. Just like you do to yourself," and he made a tunnel of Clark's hand. "Like this…" he pushed into the circle of Clark's fingers, and Clark took up the motion. "That's it. Tighter, yeah, that's good." He looked down, watching Clark watching him, so serious, so captivated—captivating….Alex sighed, and closed his eyes, and let Clark explore him—suddenly hot wet soft stroked over the head of his dick, he opened his eyes to find himself staring into Clark's. "Clark…"
Clark smiled, his eyes drifted closed and he took Alex in as far as he could. Alex moaned, thrust a little and Clark cupped his ass and encouraged more movement. Alex tilted his hips up and began slow shallow thrusts, careful of Clark…he could feel him relax, feel him grow more confident…Alex sighed, "Oh fuck, you're making me crazy, feels so hot inside your mouth, so good…" He had a feeling Clark liked words and he was right--Clark was moaning around his dick, humping the couch, so caught up he stopped worrying about technique, about drooling, about anything but pleasure. He gagged viciously a time or two but refused to let Alex pull back and it might not have pretty or polished, but it *was* perfect.
"Clark, I'm going to come. You have to stop, or…" He felt the head of his dick slide across the roof of Clark's mouth, felt Clark's throat close around him. "Fuck." He let go, and it felt like throwing himself off a high place, felt like Clark was catching him, again, and again, and again….
He was drifting, content, sated, until he was drawn back by a small sound, a hitch of breath, and the shaky gust of warm breath exhaled against his skin made him pull Clark up until they were eye to eye. There were tears in Clark's, and Alex was choked with guilt. "Clark, I'm so sorry—please don’t regret it, you didn't do anything wrong."
Clark shook his head. "That's not it. Lex, Pete told me how things are with you, but I wanted…I don’t want this to stop," he stuttered. "I want you; I want…I don't just want to be your friend. Like Pete. I want…I *need* more."
Alex froze. "I…" He closed his eyes; he took a deep breath and said, "Same goes for me, Clark."
Clark looked at him, shock turning to joy. "Oh, that's—that's good. I'm really glad. And don't worry; we'll work out this thing with Mahaney." Clark swept Alex up in a hug, murmured, "It'll all work out in the end, Lex."
Alex wondered how he could feel so blessed, and so cursed, too.
part 39
TBC
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Awwwww...
7/8/08 06:44 am (UTC)Now they just need to deal with Mahaney.
Re: Awwwww...
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7/8/08 07:58 am (UTC)Great chapter. Can't wait for the next one! :D
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7/8/08 04:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/8/08 08:44 am (UTC)that first paragraph is beautifully drawn. i like the visual very much.
i hope alex opens up about the real nature of what mahaney takes from him, and soon. i'm wondering if clark and bruce will team up to take mahaney down.
clark is a talker! *g*
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7/8/08 04:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/8/08 11:28 am (UTC)You sound more like me, insecure quivering pile of goo me, instead of confident resilient Roxy.
I hope it's okay.
Well, it was more than okay, it was perfect.
*hugs*
I can't wait to see happens next.
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7/8/08 04:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/8/08 02:43 pm (UTC)the thought, that that thought made alex sad, made me sad...
But Clark…Clark just slumped a little in his chair, and looked sad
and damn, and here i wanted to hit Alex, whether i was sad or not, for lying again to clark, even if it was out of protection
and then, damn, he was lying again!!!!!!!!!!
*throttles him*
and clark, you better learn better to read alex, coz he is lying again!!!!!!!!!
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr *hits them both*
"Oh fuck, you're making me crazy, feels so hot inside your mouth, so good…" He had a feeling Clark liked words and he was right--Clark was moaning around his dick, humping the couch, so caught up he stopped worrying about technique, about drooling, about anything but pleasure.
gnuehhgahhhhhgodguhhhh----------------
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7/8/08 04:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/8/08 07:14 pm (UTC)like , I just had it reread 4 times. that's not enough for proper judgement...
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7/8/08 03:58 pm (UTC)*cuddles him*
But yay, the boys finally confess their attraction and do something about it, yay!
:)
*luffley*
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7/8/08 04:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/8/08 04:44 pm (UTC)That whole paragraph, and the ones where Alex "accidentally" tells Clark that he loves him truthfully made me a bit teary. A wonderful, incredibly real seeming chapter, this one. I mean, Alex holding back all that binds him to Wade is so true, we all do that everyday and that you included that makes me again feel so happy that I "found" your work. I love this story, I really think it's so incredibly well done and with every new section you surprise and amaze me -- the twists and turns in the plot, the way everything is somehow connected, the amazing characters and their development. . .
Great job, roxy. :)
And just for you, Chapter Four of Teenage Wasteland this afternoon!! It is now being polished, so think happy thoughts! *g*
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7/9/08 02:54 am (UTC)And thank god, Teenage Wasteland is up. I wait for your updates like a fat kid waits for Mr. Frostee.
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7/9/08 02:45 am (UTC)Actually, this is one of those stories that started with an ending, and I promise, a happy one!
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7/9/08 01:54 am (UTC)Whooo!! Very hot. Sweet, too. *pets the boys*
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7/9/08 02:48 am (UTC)Thank you so much!!
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7/21/08 12:03 am (UTC)Wonderful, wonderful porny bit, dear! Love all the bitter sweet bits, the little touches like Lex accidentally admitting his love, the carnation, Lex feeling guilty for the tears in Clark's eyes at the end. So good! Really, just far too good!
Off to read the rest!
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7/22/08 12:00 am (UTC)Thank you so much--you made me feel like a million bucks! *G*
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7/22/08 11:08 pm (UTC)I hate to break their little hearts...*smiles smile of the innocent*
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