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Good-bye Alien! We'll miss you--
The End!
Lex thought he had to be dreaming. Clark here, and not wanting his blood? Something happened to him, what –he stopped thinking when he felt the soft hesitant sweep of Clark’s tongue against his lower lip, Goosebumps raced across his flesh and his lip twitched. He felt Clark smile and push a little harder against his lips. Lex let him kiss him the way he wanted to, let Clark take control It was sweet, and it turned him on. Clark reached up to take his head in his hands, pulled Lex closer and kissed him deeper. Lex opened his mouth to Clark’s increasingly demanding kisses, drinking in the little moans, sucking on his tongue when he thrust it deeper, swept his own tongue into Clark’s mouth and groaned when he sucked it like he was sucking his dick, and he pushed himself slowly against Clark’s body. He was growing hard, delicious heat pooling in his body, so warm it was making everything seem dream-like. Heat enveloped him at every point Clark touched him.
He gasped a bit when he felt how hot and how hard Clark was. Clark wasn’t quiet as gentle as Lex had been pressing against him. He thrust sharply against him, grinding and moaning, so Lex retook control, he didn’t want this to end so quickly. He held Clark in his arms and stroked his back, whispered in his ear, told him everything he wanted to tell him. Clark slowed and listened to Lex, spoke not a word, and let Lex tell him how much he loved him, how they belonged together, what wonderful things they would do together. Clark listened with his whole being and believed—they would be glorious together.
Lex stroked and soothed him the entire time he spoke, and when Clark was almost hypnotized by his words, he touched him. Lightly at first, circling his fingers softly around Clark’s nipples, judging how sensitive he was to it. Clark gasped and Lex smiled, “ It’ll be better without your shirt. Do you want to--"
Clark nodded rapidly and didn’t stop until his shirt was off, and he was pressing his bare chest against Lex’s. He whispered dry-mouthed. “Do you need to –take your—do you have to –um. Lex, are you naked?” and blushed furiously.
Lex blushed himself, god! Clark was so hot, so unsure, and it turned him on so. He nodded and let Clark reach his hand under the cover;he slid his hot dry palm down his belly till it brushed his dick, and then stopped. Lex sighed. It was perfect. Clark made a little sound when Lex flexed, and then every sound he made, every little move of his hand made Lex flex, and soon Clark was groaning, and begging Lex to touch him too. Clark’s fingers danced along the length of Lex’s dick, as if unsure of where to touch, and desperate to do more.
Lex took pity, and got out of bed to come around to the side Clark was on. He gently pushed him onto his back, and pulled his zipper down. Clark’s breath hitched in his chest, and he shivered as Lex eased his pants down and off and he was naked. Lex had always thought Clark without flannel and denim was going to be a marvel, but nothing prepared him for this. Clark unclothed was nearly a religious experience. Clark blushed.
“Lex, don’t look at me like that! It’s just me, the same me I always am.”
He grinned up at Lex and Lex grinned back. The moment came back to just this room, just the two of them, and Lex leaned over Clark to kiss him, and the motion drug his dick up Clark’s leg. Clark arched up to try for more contact, hissed when Lex’s dick slapped against his stomach. Lex watched his face as he traced a line from his hip to his dick, loving the moment he went from ‘that’s good’ to ‘I’d die without this.’
“Clark, Clark,” Lex spoke softly to the whining boy. “I don’t want to rush—I want you to know what you want, be ready for this,”
Clark grabbed Lex’s hand. “Lex, I think about it all the time, I’ve thought about it since I’ve met you. I’ve been ready since I met you.”
Lex ducked his head against Clark’s side and sucked in a breath. Clark’s big warm hand stroked over his head and he made soothing sounds as he did, as though Lex were the one who’d never done this before and needed to feel safe….
Lex moved lower and licked the length of Clark’s dick, from root to head, and popped it into his mouth when it jerked up to hit him in the chin. He rolled his tongue around it, and tasted precome, had a moments surprise at the difference in taste, but lost the thought when Clark let out a hoarse cry—Lex was lost in the sensation, feeling Clark, hot and heavy on his tongue. Suddenly he was on the bed again next to Clark, who had his hands wrapped around Lex’s arms. He looked at him shame faced, “I’m sorry, but I –want to do this too,” and pushed Lex onto his side, turned himself so that he was at Lex’s groin.
Lex was so surprised that he just lay there, and then he felt Clark’s tongue tentatively touch him. Just barely a tap of the tongue, and then a little bolder, a lick, again, and then a broad swipe of his tongue. Lex made a noise of encouragement and Clark wiped his tongue all around the head, and then sucked him in. Lex jerked and gasped, forgetting Clark for a minute and savoring the *thought* of Clark doing this to him, that this was first time ever for Clark made it so hot.
He mouthed Clark’s dick, and Clark groaned around the head in his mouth, and Lex sucked harder, reached his hands around Clark’s ass and began to move him in and out of his mouth. Clark picked up on the rhythm and began to bob his head on Lex’s dick, grunting and gasping in little sips of air as he tried to copy what Lex was doing to him. Lex held onto control by the thinnest shred. When Clark uncertainly touched his ass, slid his fingers around till he was cupping him, and then squeezed, Lex bucked into his mouth and groaned, pushed against Clark’s fingers and wished he’d push them inside. He whimpered a bit in disappointment when Clark slid his hands back up to his hips, but soon—soon he’d show him that, how good it could be.
He sucked Clark down as far as he could, his jaw was aching a bit, and his chin was wet as he tried to get all of Clark, Clark was groaning and sucking and now he was stiffening, he moaned and Lex felt it, felt Clarks orgasm coming on—and when the first pulse of warm fluid hit the back of his throat, he was coming hard in Clark’s mouth. The two of them were welded to one another, moving together as though they were a circuit, sending and re-sending pleasure to each other in an endless of loop of ecstasy.
Later, when Lex had sunk into a deep sleep, Clark felt it was time to get back home. If his parents found out he’d gone… he grimaced -- he didn’t even want to think about that. Dressed without washing because he wanted to have Lex on him as long as he could, and he smiled in deep satisfaction.
It was everything he hoped it would be—so much better than he’d hoped. He kept getting little electric flashes down his spine every a thought, a memory of what Lex did to him rose in his mind. How he was going to stop smiling, he didn’t know. He didn’t know how he was going to get through the *day*, when all he wanted was to be back in bed with Lex.
He was still smiling when he looked down on Lex’ dresser and saw a sheet of cream colored deckle edged paper, printed on it in a large square hand was simply “Let me know if you decide yes, or no. B.” and below that line a telephone number.
His smile wiped away. He didn’t have to be a psychic to know that had to be Bruce’s number, Bruce’s handwriting. Clark’s brow furrowed as he glared at the paper, and was tempted to destroy it. Instead. He took the paper to Lex’s study. He shut the door, quietly and carefully and punched the number
“Hello Lex.” The voice was deep and smooth and –sexy. Clark closed his eyes and willed his heart to stop slamming in his chest. When he felt he could speak calmly, he answered.
“No. Not Lex.”
“I didn’t think so. Clark.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact. Clark bristled again at the man’s arrogant self –assurance.
“Yes.” It hissed out of his mouth, and he stopped, collected himself and went on.” Yes, Clark. Lex told me—it’s a good plan. I’d like you to put it in effect—until I tell you different.”
Clark forced his fingers not to tighten and crush the phone, and when Bruce spoke again after a moments pause, Clark had the feeling he knew….
“Thank you. Please tell Lex I’m glad he took my advice. It was a pleasure speaking to you Clark.”
“Wait,” Clark called out before Bruce could hang up. There was silence on the other end.
Clark said calmly, firmly, “If you ever touch Lex again I’ll kill you.”
Silence, and then, “Yes. I know.”
A click. Silence. Clark held the phone and listened to the dial tone….
8-24-2004
Hold me...*whimper*
Lex thought he had to be dreaming. Clark here, and not wanting his blood? Something happened to him, what –he stopped thinking when he felt the soft hesitant sweep of Clark’s tongue against his lower lip, Goosebumps raced across his flesh and his lip twitched. He felt Clark smile and push a little harder against his lips. Lex let him kiss him the way he wanted to, let Clark take control It was sweet, and it turned him on. Clark reached up to take his head in his hands, pulled Lex closer and kissed him deeper. Lex opened his mouth to Clark’s increasingly demanding kisses, drinking in the little moans, sucking on his tongue when he thrust it deeper, swept his own tongue into Clark’s mouth and groaned when he sucked it like he was sucking his dick, and he pushed himself slowly against Clark’s body. He was growing hard, delicious heat pooling in his body, so warm it was making everything seem dream-like. Heat enveloped him at every point Clark touched him.
He gasped a bit when he felt how hot and how hard Clark was. Clark wasn’t quiet as gentle as Lex had been pressing against him. He thrust sharply against him, grinding and moaning, so Lex retook control, he didn’t want this to end so quickly. He held Clark in his arms and stroked his back, whispered in his ear, told him everything he wanted to tell him. Clark slowed and listened to Lex, spoke not a word, and let Lex tell him how much he loved him, how they belonged together, what wonderful things they would do together. Clark listened with his whole being and believed—they would be glorious together.
Lex stroked and soothed him the entire time he spoke, and when Clark was almost hypnotized by his words, he touched him. Lightly at first, circling his fingers softly around Clark’s nipples, judging how sensitive he was to it. Clark gasped and Lex smiled, “ It’ll be better without your shirt. Do you want to--"
Clark nodded rapidly and didn’t stop until his shirt was off, and he was pressing his bare chest against Lex’s. He whispered dry-mouthed. “Do you need to –take your—do you have to –um. Lex, are you naked?” and blushed furiously.
Lex blushed himself, god! Clark was so hot, so unsure, and it turned him on so. He nodded and let Clark reach his hand under the cover;he slid his hot dry palm down his belly till it brushed his dick, and then stopped. Lex sighed. It was perfect. Clark made a little sound when Lex flexed, and then every sound he made, every little move of his hand made Lex flex, and soon Clark was groaning, and begging Lex to touch him too. Clark’s fingers danced along the length of Lex’s dick, as if unsure of where to touch, and desperate to do more.
Lex took pity, and got out of bed to come around to the side Clark was on. He gently pushed him onto his back, and pulled his zipper down. Clark’s breath hitched in his chest, and he shivered as Lex eased his pants down and off and he was naked. Lex had always thought Clark without flannel and denim was going to be a marvel, but nothing prepared him for this. Clark unclothed was nearly a religious experience. Clark blushed.
“Lex, don’t look at me like that! It’s just me, the same me I always am.”
He grinned up at Lex and Lex grinned back. The moment came back to just this room, just the two of them, and Lex leaned over Clark to kiss him, and the motion drug his dick up Clark’s leg. Clark arched up to try for more contact, hissed when Lex’s dick slapped against his stomach. Lex watched his face as he traced a line from his hip to his dick, loving the moment he went from ‘that’s good’ to ‘I’d die without this.’
“Clark, Clark,” Lex spoke softly to the whining boy. “I don’t want to rush—I want you to know what you want, be ready for this,”
Clark grabbed Lex’s hand. “Lex, I think about it all the time, I’ve thought about it since I’ve met you. I’ve been ready since I met you.”
Lex ducked his head against Clark’s side and sucked in a breath. Clark’s big warm hand stroked over his head and he made soothing sounds as he did, as though Lex were the one who’d never done this before and needed to feel safe….
Lex moved lower and licked the length of Clark’s dick, from root to head, and popped it into his mouth when it jerked up to hit him in the chin. He rolled his tongue around it, and tasted precome, had a moments surprise at the difference in taste, but lost the thought when Clark let out a hoarse cry—Lex was lost in the sensation, feeling Clark, hot and heavy on his tongue. Suddenly he was on the bed again next to Clark, who had his hands wrapped around Lex’s arms. He looked at him shame faced, “I’m sorry, but I –want to do this too,” and pushed Lex onto his side, turned himself so that he was at Lex’s groin.
Lex was so surprised that he just lay there, and then he felt Clark’s tongue tentatively touch him. Just barely a tap of the tongue, and then a little bolder, a lick, again, and then a broad swipe of his tongue. Lex made a noise of encouragement and Clark wiped his tongue all around the head, and then sucked him in. Lex jerked and gasped, forgetting Clark for a minute and savoring the *thought* of Clark doing this to him, that this was first time ever for Clark made it so hot.
He mouthed Clark’s dick, and Clark groaned around the head in his mouth, and Lex sucked harder, reached his hands around Clark’s ass and began to move him in and out of his mouth. Clark picked up on the rhythm and began to bob his head on Lex’s dick, grunting and gasping in little sips of air as he tried to copy what Lex was doing to him. Lex held onto control by the thinnest shred. When Clark uncertainly touched his ass, slid his fingers around till he was cupping him, and then squeezed, Lex bucked into his mouth and groaned, pushed against Clark’s fingers and wished he’d push them inside. He whimpered a bit in disappointment when Clark slid his hands back up to his hips, but soon—soon he’d show him that, how good it could be.
He sucked Clark down as far as he could, his jaw was aching a bit, and his chin was wet as he tried to get all of Clark, Clark was groaning and sucking and now he was stiffening, he moaned and Lex felt it, felt Clarks orgasm coming on—and when the first pulse of warm fluid hit the back of his throat, he was coming hard in Clark’s mouth. The two of them were welded to one another, moving together as though they were a circuit, sending and re-sending pleasure to each other in an endless of loop of ecstasy.
Later, when Lex had sunk into a deep sleep, Clark felt it was time to get back home. If his parents found out he’d gone… he grimaced -- he didn’t even want to think about that. Dressed without washing because he wanted to have Lex on him as long as he could, and he smiled in deep satisfaction.
It was everything he hoped it would be—so much better than he’d hoped. He kept getting little electric flashes down his spine every a thought, a memory of what Lex did to him rose in his mind. How he was going to stop smiling, he didn’t know. He didn’t know how he was going to get through the *day*, when all he wanted was to be back in bed with Lex.
He was still smiling when he looked down on Lex’ dresser and saw a sheet of cream colored deckle edged paper, printed on it in a large square hand was simply “Let me know if you decide yes, or no. B.” and below that line a telephone number.
His smile wiped away. He didn’t have to be a psychic to know that had to be Bruce’s number, Bruce’s handwriting. Clark’s brow furrowed as he glared at the paper, and was tempted to destroy it. Instead. He took the paper to Lex’s study. He shut the door, quietly and carefully and punched the number
“Hello Lex.” The voice was deep and smooth and –sexy. Clark closed his eyes and willed his heart to stop slamming in his chest. When he felt he could speak calmly, he answered.
“No. Not Lex.”
“I didn’t think so. Clark.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact. Clark bristled again at the man’s arrogant self –assurance.
“Yes.” It hissed out of his mouth, and he stopped, collected himself and went on.” Yes, Clark. Lex told me—it’s a good plan. I’d like you to put it in effect—until I tell you different.”
Clark forced his fingers not to tighten and crush the phone, and when Bruce spoke again after a moments pause, Clark had the feeling he knew….
“Thank you. Please tell Lex I’m glad he took my advice. It was a pleasure speaking to you Clark.”
“Wait,” Clark called out before Bruce could hang up. There was silence on the other end.
Clark said calmly, firmly, “If you ever touch Lex again I’ll kill you.”
Silence, and then, “Yes. I know.”
A click. Silence. Clark held the phone and listened to the dial tone….
8-24-2004
Hold me...*whimper*
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