Exiled:A Really Long Part
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roxyA great big fat piece of fic here.I hope you like it. *pulls drapes and lowers the lights* ya'll go ahead and make yourselves at home, turn out the lights when you're done--I've got to go to bed! Night! Love ya'll!
It was quiet in the car, both of the young men in deep thought. When Bruce stopped in the Kent driveway, he sat for a moment with his hands on the wheel, staring at them, and then Clark’s fingers came into his line of sight as he laid them on his hands.
“Clark,” he started, and then stopped. Clark moved his hand, but Bruce went on to say, “I swim every day, and you don’t need an appointment to come to the mansion.”
Clark beamed. “ Really are you sure? What about Lex?”
Bruce smiled to himself. “Lex really won’t mind. You could come every day, and he wouldn’t mind. He’s very generous with his…time.”
“Really?” Clark’s stomach fluttered strangely and he felt a weird little sensation of …something he couldn’t quite name. “Are you sure? You don’t think he’d mind—you wouldn’t mind? Because there’s no school and besides my chores there’s nothing much to do and I get really bored and my friends all have summer jobs and--” He looked at Bruce and laughed. “I’m sorry—I don’t usually talk so much, you can ask my friends—really!” He grinned and once again Bruce understood why he’d instantly lost Lex to Clark.
Clark looked at Bruce and warmth swept him from head to toe, and he felt himself pulled to him, like those magnetic kissing dolls his mom had, he thought. God, please don’t kill me—and kissed Bruce. A glancing smear of a wet and messy kiss that skittered across Bruce’s jaw-- the kind of thing that woke a person in the middle of the night with ‘shit why am I such a loser’ blazing in the brain, he could feel his whole body blush, jeez, waited for Bruce to shove him out the car window—and Bruce sighed and wrapped his hands around Clark’s face, pulled him close and kissed back.
It was the first real kiss Clark had ever had—it burnt all memory of his attempt out of his mind, it fried any thought that he could ever have of Lana, or Chloe out of his brain completely, it reached into his gut and yelled why haven’t we been doing this forever! and made him painfully, achingly hard. He could hear himself moaning over and over and moving in a way that had no purpose, but god—he couldn’t sit still.
Bruce was surprised at how quickly Clark picked up the rhythm of the kiss. It was –hot. Clark pushed against him, and the noises he made—they were making him so hard-- Bruce pulled back and shocked himself by panting—he felt light -headed and so turned on…fuck! He had to be losing his mind. It figured. Lex always made him crazy, even when he wasn’t with him—using this kid as a substitute for him—it was wrong.
Clark leaned back against the car door, his head tipped back against the glass and Bruce winced. His lips were red, shiny—wet, and his chest was heaving, god he looked completely drugged, his green eyes were glazed and Bruce had to touch him again, and he knew he was going straight to hell for doing so—Lex would make sure of it, oh yes.
Clark shuddered when Bruce ran his hand up his thigh and touched his crotch. For a brief second he was embarrassed by his erection, but it passed in a flash when Bruce pressed his palm against him. Shit! He jumped and hissed and Bruce inhaled sharply. His hand shook on him and Clark wondered if he could be –nervous? But he was older and all, he had to be experienced -- Clark was waiting for him to show him what to do. Bruce looked pale even in the low light of the dash as he popped the snap on Clark’s jeans and worked the zipper down. It was unreal, the sound so loud that it was almost funny—Clark would have laughed but he was busy trying to remember to breathe, not pass out, when Bruce touched. His. Dick. ‘Oh my god.’
Clark’s head thumped against the glass and he groaned so loud Bruce flinched, and looked towards the dark house. He glanced at the clock on the dash, and wondered when Clark’s parents went to sleep and then suddenly his hand--the one on Clark’s dick—was grabbed in a vise-like grip, so hot and so –painful…Clark gasped and released him and he stroked on, precome making the hot hard dick slick-- it was so hot, the way Clark arched up into his touch, the way his dick leaped in his hand, and as he watched, a drop oozed from the tip, and he fell, he leaned over, nearly deafened by the sound of his heart, and kissed, licked over the head, and it seemed a good idea to follow his hand down with his mouth. Clark made a scary sound, a sound that came from deep in his gut and burst from his mouth, Bruce jumped in shock but couldn’t move from under the grip of Clark’s hand. And semen flooded his mouth and he got a flash of Lex at the Club licking his lips and sucking on his finger and Bruce came with a sob, still sucking on Clark, still trying to drink down every drop. He was shocked how much he’d liked it, even swallowing Clark’s come, he loved it. Bruce sat back against his side, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. His lips were swollen, a little sore, but he felt—good. Amazed, in awe. Clark was looking at him like he was glowing. As if Bruce had suddenly performed a miracle right in front of him. The car was silent except for the loud, loud sound of their breath.
“ Go inside Clark. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Bruce’s voice was rough, and he spoke abruptly. Clark looked at him with dismay and hurt plain on his face.
“Did. I’m sorry. I forced you to—god! I’m so sorry!” Bruce’s hand shot out and grabbed Clark by the wrist. “No! No—I’m fine, it was --great. I…I guess I ‘m feeling, like I took advantage of you.”
Clark’s look of crushed sadness turned to bewilderment and then, joy. “No! You didn’t! I’m glad you did that. I,” he blushed so hard Bruce could even see it in the darkness.” I’m thinking that I should, you know.” He took a deep breath and all in one exhalation said “I should blow you too because it’s not fair if only I get off and not you and I really like you and I want to. Do it.” He smiled weakly at Bruce, who coughed and looked down.
“Thank you, Clark. And I would really like that. But I – kinda jumped the gun….”
Bruce blushed and Clark struggled not to grin.
“I did that to you, hanh?” He looked rather proud of himself—Bruce decided not to tell Clark that it was his first time too.
Clark let himself out and watched as Bruce drove away. He hoped that Bruce wasn’t too disappointed. He hoped that the next time, Bruce would show him what to do. If there was a next time. He hoped very much there would be a next time. He grinned to himself. Wow. I made Bruce Wayne, sexy guy, come in his pants. Too bad it wasn’t the kind of thing he could yell down the middle of High Street. It was awfully cool though, it was the kind of thing that needed to be shared. He was dying to tell some one. Maybe he could tell Lex…he did say he and Bruce were good friends, very close—he had to know Bruce was gay.
It was quiet in the car, both of the young men in deep thought. When Bruce stopped in the Kent driveway, he sat for a moment with his hands on the wheel, staring at them, and then Clark’s fingers came into his line of sight as he laid them on his hands.
“Clark,” he started, and then stopped. Clark moved his hand, but Bruce went on to say, “I swim every day, and you don’t need an appointment to come to the mansion.”
Clark beamed. “ Really are you sure? What about Lex?”
Bruce smiled to himself. “Lex really won’t mind. You could come every day, and he wouldn’t mind. He’s very generous with his…time.”
“Really?” Clark’s stomach fluttered strangely and he felt a weird little sensation of …something he couldn’t quite name. “Are you sure? You don’t think he’d mind—you wouldn’t mind? Because there’s no school and besides my chores there’s nothing much to do and I get really bored and my friends all have summer jobs and--” He looked at Bruce and laughed. “I’m sorry—I don’t usually talk so much, you can ask my friends—really!” He grinned and once again Bruce understood why he’d instantly lost Lex to Clark.
Clark looked at Bruce and warmth swept him from head to toe, and he felt himself pulled to him, like those magnetic kissing dolls his mom had, he thought. God, please don’t kill me—and kissed Bruce. A glancing smear of a wet and messy kiss that skittered across Bruce’s jaw-- the kind of thing that woke a person in the middle of the night with ‘shit why am I such a loser’ blazing in the brain, he could feel his whole body blush, jeez, waited for Bruce to shove him out the car window—and Bruce sighed and wrapped his hands around Clark’s face, pulled him close and kissed back.
It was the first real kiss Clark had ever had—it burnt all memory of his attempt out of his mind, it fried any thought that he could ever have of Lana, or Chloe out of his brain completely, it reached into his gut and yelled why haven’t we been doing this forever! and made him painfully, achingly hard. He could hear himself moaning over and over and moving in a way that had no purpose, but god—he couldn’t sit still.
Bruce was surprised at how quickly Clark picked up the rhythm of the kiss. It was –hot. Clark pushed against him, and the noises he made—they were making him so hard-- Bruce pulled back and shocked himself by panting—he felt light -headed and so turned on…fuck! He had to be losing his mind. It figured. Lex always made him crazy, even when he wasn’t with him—using this kid as a substitute for him—it was wrong.
Clark leaned back against the car door, his head tipped back against the glass and Bruce winced. His lips were red, shiny—wet, and his chest was heaving, god he looked completely drugged, his green eyes were glazed and Bruce had to touch him again, and he knew he was going straight to hell for doing so—Lex would make sure of it, oh yes.
Clark shuddered when Bruce ran his hand up his thigh and touched his crotch. For a brief second he was embarrassed by his erection, but it passed in a flash when Bruce pressed his palm against him. Shit! He jumped and hissed and Bruce inhaled sharply. His hand shook on him and Clark wondered if he could be –nervous? But he was older and all, he had to be experienced -- Clark was waiting for him to show him what to do. Bruce looked pale even in the low light of the dash as he popped the snap on Clark’s jeans and worked the zipper down. It was unreal, the sound so loud that it was almost funny—Clark would have laughed but he was busy trying to remember to breathe, not pass out, when Bruce touched. His. Dick. ‘Oh my god.’
Clark’s head thumped against the glass and he groaned so loud Bruce flinched, and looked towards the dark house. He glanced at the clock on the dash, and wondered when Clark’s parents went to sleep and then suddenly his hand--the one on Clark’s dick—was grabbed in a vise-like grip, so hot and so –painful…Clark gasped and released him and he stroked on, precome making the hot hard dick slick-- it was so hot, the way Clark arched up into his touch, the way his dick leaped in his hand, and as he watched, a drop oozed from the tip, and he fell, he leaned over, nearly deafened by the sound of his heart, and kissed, licked over the head, and it seemed a good idea to follow his hand down with his mouth. Clark made a scary sound, a sound that came from deep in his gut and burst from his mouth, Bruce jumped in shock but couldn’t move from under the grip of Clark’s hand. And semen flooded his mouth and he got a flash of Lex at the Club licking his lips and sucking on his finger and Bruce came with a sob, still sucking on Clark, still trying to drink down every drop. He was shocked how much he’d liked it, even swallowing Clark’s come, he loved it. Bruce sat back against his side, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. His lips were swollen, a little sore, but he felt—good. Amazed, in awe. Clark was looking at him like he was glowing. As if Bruce had suddenly performed a miracle right in front of him. The car was silent except for the loud, loud sound of their breath.
“ Go inside Clark. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Bruce’s voice was rough, and he spoke abruptly. Clark looked at him with dismay and hurt plain on his face.
“Did. I’m sorry. I forced you to—god! I’m so sorry!” Bruce’s hand shot out and grabbed Clark by the wrist. “No! No—I’m fine, it was --great. I…I guess I ‘m feeling, like I took advantage of you.”
Clark’s look of crushed sadness turned to bewilderment and then, joy. “No! You didn’t! I’m glad you did that. I,” he blushed so hard Bruce could even see it in the darkness.” I’m thinking that I should, you know.” He took a deep breath and all in one exhalation said “I should blow you too because it’s not fair if only I get off and not you and I really like you and I want to. Do it.” He smiled weakly at Bruce, who coughed and looked down.
“Thank you, Clark. And I would really like that. But I – kinda jumped the gun….”
Bruce blushed and Clark struggled not to grin.
“I did that to you, hanh?” He looked rather proud of himself—Bruce decided not to tell Clark that it was his first time too.
Clark let himself out and watched as Bruce drove away. He hoped that Bruce wasn’t too disappointed. He hoped that the next time, Bruce would show him what to do. If there was a next time. He hoped very much there would be a next time. He grinned to himself. Wow. I made Bruce Wayne, sexy guy, come in his pants. Too bad it wasn’t the kind of thing he could yell down the middle of High Street. It was awfully cool though, it was the kind of thing that needed to be shared. He was dying to tell some one. Maybe he could tell Lex…he did say he and Bruce were good friends, very close—he had to know Bruce was gay.
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