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Exiled
Today, I'm playing hooky from work. I know, evil me! *sobs for shoppers left berift by my no-show*
So, I'm going to poodle around a bit, read and write, and post some more smut in the form of Exiled.
I'm thinking of putting up the first part of my smut free story--will you guys read it with out the sex? *sigh. nervous*
Oh well. You know what they say, my house, my way.*bends over, shakes booty*
Yeah! here's yadda yaada, blah blah Parts. Here.
Jesus! Lex jumped as Bruce’s voice intruded on his post-orgasmic reverie. Bruce entered the room with a frown and threw himself in the chair in front of his desk.
“Lex.” He stared at nothing.
Lex glared at him and waited a beat. “Yes, well we’ve established that one of us will answer to Lex. What is it?”
Bruce sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. “I need to talk to someone about this, and you’re the only one I can talk to…well, you’re really the only one that I know…”
Of course. It had to be. Lex closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He knew exactly where this was going. God hated him, that was the only reason he could figure all this kept happening to him, this –everything. Go on Bruce. Ask me about Clark, tell me how great it is to be with him, tell me what he feels like, how he kisses, how he tastes.
“This thing with Clark—I don’t know what to do about it. I didn’t want it to go this far. I never did. But ...” Bruce looked heart broken. “I didn’t mean for it to happen…I only wanted to make you jealous.” He stopped a moment, sighed and continued.
“I guess—I guess I wanted to hurt you. I’m so sorry.”
Lex felt himself rip in two inside. It was stupid, because he knew, of course he knew but hearing Bruce say it aloud was worse than he thought it could be. He told himself he had no right to be upset; it was ridiculous to feel so betrayed by the both of them. All he’d ever been was Clark’s friend, and he made it plain to Bruce over and over he had nothing to give him, of course, eventually Bruce was going to go to someone. Just, why did it have to be--
Bruce reached over the desk and grabbed Lex’s hand. “Tell me not to and I’ll never touch him again. Tell me you love me and I’ll believe you, I’ll believe anything you say.”
Lex yanked his hand out of Bruce’s grasp and stared at him, horrified. Fuck! How could he do that to Clark? How could he have him and not want him---why did he get in the goddamn way then, lousy fuck!
“What the hell are you saying? You took Clark away from me just to hurt me—and now, what? You’re bored with him, you prick? Fuck you!” He shoved Bruce’s hand away.
Bruce stood. He came around to Lex’s side of the desk and gripped his arms, pulled him up to his feet, drew him close. He stroked his arms with a look of total concentration on his face.
“You’re so smooth, so warm.” He ran a finger down Lex’s arm. He lifted his eyes to Lex’s and asked him, “ Why him and not me?”
“Because—we’d destroy each other, we’d rip and tear until there was nothing left--you’re too much like me and Clark is …different….”
Bruce leaned over Lex, tucked his head into his neck. “Yes, he’s good. Or at least better than the two of us.”
He stroked Lex’s head and licked lightly at his jaw.
“You,” he spoke so softly Lex instinctively moved forward to hear, “You knew how I felt about you...you didn’t care. And then Clark—he was there and he saw me—wanted me, and I liked that. I wanted to be wanted. I’m sorry, but can you, can you understand that?”
Bruce was so close Lex could feel his breath; feel his lips shiver against his skin as he talked on.
“Do you want me to tell you what it’s like? He’s so pure …pure lust—giving, taking. Sex is –good—great, he loves it. He loves sucking me, he loves taking my dick in his mouth, it’s too hot,” He licked around Lex’s mouth. “And I love it, love it when he fucks my mouth, and he learned it all from me. Me.”
Lex was breathing hard, trying to calm his roiling stomach, trying not to see what Bruce was telling him.
Bruce pushed Lex against the desk, ran a hand up his leg until he was cradling his dick in his palm. “You know, I was his first. And he was mine”
Lex wished he were dead; it had to be better than what he was going through now. He didn’t want to picture the two of them —first time, together…lost to him--
“When I saw him the first time, it was like the sun exploded, because I could see you fall in love with him—can you imagine what it felt like to look at the one person in the world that meant something to you fall in love with someone else right in front of you? I wanted you to hurt, fuck yeah! I wanted you to bleed inside, like I was bleeding.” He bit at Lex’s neck hard and ground his teeth together till Lex cried out. He licked a hot stripe over the bruise, and ground himself against Lex.
“He’d do anything for me. If I tell him to, he’ll fuck you. Do you want me to? Want me to tell him?” Bruce unzipped Lex’s zipper without protest. Lex was paralyzed with horror, with shock. “Ask me to. I’ll do it.”
Bruce continued pushing in the open zipper and took Lex in his hand. His breath roared in Lex’s ear and his hips pumped against him in time to his fist moving over Lex and Lex had to respond, his dick began to fill, leaping in Bruce’s fist as he talked on, “ He let me put my fingers in him, and I didn’t even have to move, he fucked himself on them, he looked like a Greek god, he was grunting and groaning like he was going to die-- you,” He laughed and leaned his head on Lex’s shoulder, “should have been there.”
Lex gasped and pumped into Bruce’s’ fist and pictured Clark moaning and begging Bruce to him fuck. His dick was hard and precome drooled out over Bruce’s fingers; Bruce pulled his hand back, looked at the fingers until he lifted his eyes and stared into Lex’s and licked his fingers slowly, sucked them in and out of his mouth, pulled them all the way out and watched Lex’s face as he curled his tongue around the fingers. Lex sobbed harshly, it was unbelievably arousing. Bruce wrapped his hand around Lex again and said, “He made the same noise you just made when I fucked him with my tongue.”
Lex’s eyes were tightly shut; he couldn’t stop the images flooding his mind. He gasped and strained upwards, tried for more friction against his dick and trembled from head to toe. Bruce slid his pants down farther, reached around Lex and pushed his wet fingers into his ass. Lex yelled and cursed and dug his fingers into Bruce’s shoulders and pumped harder.
“Yeah, yeah, I like that.” Bruce panted. He stepped back from Lex and undid his pants. He pushed Lex gently but firmly to his knees, and held his head cradled in his hand.
“Lex. Suck me. Come on,”Lex could barely hear him, he whispered so softly, “Come on.”
Lex closed his eyes and leaned toward Bruce. Bruce held his weeping dick in his hand and laid the head against Lex’s mouth, ran the tip gently over the scar on his lip, and whispered again. “I’m begging you, do it—please suck me,” and when Lex opened his lips he pushed in sharply. “Clark’s good at this, how good are you,” he hissed, drew his hips back and slammed forward.
Lex gagged and tried to pull back, he was afraid that Bruce was going to really hurt him. Lex looked up and Bruce’s head was tilted up, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling and tears ran down his face. He slowed and gently rocked his hips and Lex groaned, sucked, licked him, twisted his tongue around him and did everything he could do to make it good for Bruce. He owed him, he owed him so much. He jerked himself as he worked Bruce, he was close, so close, and he could tell Bruce was close himself. Bruce looked down, gasped sharply and closed his eyes. He said, “ When he came, he called out for you.”
Lex came with a deep groan and forced Bruce down his throat. Bruce growled out Lex’s name and shuddered with his own orgasm.
He stood, head down and gasping for breath shaking a little. He had his hand on Lex’s shoulder, and Lex didn’t move, he didn’t lift his head. He knelt as Bruce adjusted his clothing and walked out of the room without a word, left him on his knees with his head bowed. He was going to get up now. He had things to do. Work… he had calls to make. In a minute he was going to get up.
tbc,my friends,oh yes,tbc.
So, I'm going to poodle around a bit, read and write, and post some more smut in the form of Exiled.
I'm thinking of putting up the first part of my smut free story--will you guys read it with out the sex? *sigh. nervous*
Oh well. You know what they say, my house, my way.*bends over, shakes booty*
Yeah! here's yadda yaada, blah blah Parts. Here.
Jesus! Lex jumped as Bruce’s voice intruded on his post-orgasmic reverie. Bruce entered the room with a frown and threw himself in the chair in front of his desk.
“Lex.” He stared at nothing.
Lex glared at him and waited a beat. “Yes, well we’ve established that one of us will answer to Lex. What is it?”
Bruce sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. “I need to talk to someone about this, and you’re the only one I can talk to…well, you’re really the only one that I know…”
Of course. It had to be. Lex closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He knew exactly where this was going. God hated him, that was the only reason he could figure all this kept happening to him, this –everything. Go on Bruce. Ask me about Clark, tell me how great it is to be with him, tell me what he feels like, how he kisses, how he tastes.
“This thing with Clark—I don’t know what to do about it. I didn’t want it to go this far. I never did. But ...” Bruce looked heart broken. “I didn’t mean for it to happen…I only wanted to make you jealous.” He stopped a moment, sighed and continued.
“I guess—I guess I wanted to hurt you. I’m so sorry.”
Lex felt himself rip in two inside. It was stupid, because he knew, of course he knew but hearing Bruce say it aloud was worse than he thought it could be. He told himself he had no right to be upset; it was ridiculous to feel so betrayed by the both of them. All he’d ever been was Clark’s friend, and he made it plain to Bruce over and over he had nothing to give him, of course, eventually Bruce was going to go to someone. Just, why did it have to be--
Bruce reached over the desk and grabbed Lex’s hand. “Tell me not to and I’ll never touch him again. Tell me you love me and I’ll believe you, I’ll believe anything you say.”
Lex yanked his hand out of Bruce’s grasp and stared at him, horrified. Fuck! How could he do that to Clark? How could he have him and not want him---why did he get in the goddamn way then, lousy fuck!
“What the hell are you saying? You took Clark away from me just to hurt me—and now, what? You’re bored with him, you prick? Fuck you!” He shoved Bruce’s hand away.
Bruce stood. He came around to Lex’s side of the desk and gripped his arms, pulled him up to his feet, drew him close. He stroked his arms with a look of total concentration on his face.
“You’re so smooth, so warm.” He ran a finger down Lex’s arm. He lifted his eyes to Lex’s and asked him, “ Why him and not me?”
“Because—we’d destroy each other, we’d rip and tear until there was nothing left--you’re too much like me and Clark is …different….”
Bruce leaned over Lex, tucked his head into his neck. “Yes, he’s good. Or at least better than the two of us.”
He stroked Lex’s head and licked lightly at his jaw.
“You,” he spoke so softly Lex instinctively moved forward to hear, “You knew how I felt about you...you didn’t care. And then Clark—he was there and he saw me—wanted me, and I liked that. I wanted to be wanted. I’m sorry, but can you, can you understand that?”
Bruce was so close Lex could feel his breath; feel his lips shiver against his skin as he talked on.
“Do you want me to tell you what it’s like? He’s so pure …pure lust—giving, taking. Sex is –good—great, he loves it. He loves sucking me, he loves taking my dick in his mouth, it’s too hot,” He licked around Lex’s mouth. “And I love it, love it when he fucks my mouth, and he learned it all from me. Me.”
Lex was breathing hard, trying to calm his roiling stomach, trying not to see what Bruce was telling him.
Bruce pushed Lex against the desk, ran a hand up his leg until he was cradling his dick in his palm. “You know, I was his first. And he was mine”
Lex wished he were dead; it had to be better than what he was going through now. He didn’t want to picture the two of them —first time, together…lost to him--
“When I saw him the first time, it was like the sun exploded, because I could see you fall in love with him—can you imagine what it felt like to look at the one person in the world that meant something to you fall in love with someone else right in front of you? I wanted you to hurt, fuck yeah! I wanted you to bleed inside, like I was bleeding.” He bit at Lex’s neck hard and ground his teeth together till Lex cried out. He licked a hot stripe over the bruise, and ground himself against Lex.
“He’d do anything for me. If I tell him to, he’ll fuck you. Do you want me to? Want me to tell him?” Bruce unzipped Lex’s zipper without protest. Lex was paralyzed with horror, with shock. “Ask me to. I’ll do it.”
Bruce continued pushing in the open zipper and took Lex in his hand. His breath roared in Lex’s ear and his hips pumped against him in time to his fist moving over Lex and Lex had to respond, his dick began to fill, leaping in Bruce’s fist as he talked on, “ He let me put my fingers in him, and I didn’t even have to move, he fucked himself on them, he looked like a Greek god, he was grunting and groaning like he was going to die-- you,” He laughed and leaned his head on Lex’s shoulder, “should have been there.”
Lex gasped and pumped into Bruce’s’ fist and pictured Clark moaning and begging Bruce to him fuck. His dick was hard and precome drooled out over Bruce’s fingers; Bruce pulled his hand back, looked at the fingers until he lifted his eyes and stared into Lex’s and licked his fingers slowly, sucked them in and out of his mouth, pulled them all the way out and watched Lex’s face as he curled his tongue around the fingers. Lex sobbed harshly, it was unbelievably arousing. Bruce wrapped his hand around Lex again and said, “He made the same noise you just made when I fucked him with my tongue.”
Lex’s eyes were tightly shut; he couldn’t stop the images flooding his mind. He gasped and strained upwards, tried for more friction against his dick and trembled from head to toe. Bruce slid his pants down farther, reached around Lex and pushed his wet fingers into his ass. Lex yelled and cursed and dug his fingers into Bruce’s shoulders and pumped harder.
“Yeah, yeah, I like that.” Bruce panted. He stepped back from Lex and undid his pants. He pushed Lex gently but firmly to his knees, and held his head cradled in his hand.
“Lex. Suck me. Come on,”Lex could barely hear him, he whispered so softly, “Come on.”
Lex closed his eyes and leaned toward Bruce. Bruce held his weeping dick in his hand and laid the head against Lex’s mouth, ran the tip gently over the scar on his lip, and whispered again. “I’m begging you, do it—please suck me,” and when Lex opened his lips he pushed in sharply. “Clark’s good at this, how good are you,” he hissed, drew his hips back and slammed forward.
Lex gagged and tried to pull back, he was afraid that Bruce was going to really hurt him. Lex looked up and Bruce’s head was tilted up, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling and tears ran down his face. He slowed and gently rocked his hips and Lex groaned, sucked, licked him, twisted his tongue around him and did everything he could do to make it good for Bruce. He owed him, he owed him so much. He jerked himself as he worked Bruce, he was close, so close, and he could tell Bruce was close himself. Bruce looked down, gasped sharply and closed his eyes. He said, “ When he came, he called out for you.”
Lex came with a deep groan and forced Bruce down his throat. Bruce growled out Lex’s name and shuddered with his own orgasm.
He stood, head down and gasping for breath shaking a little. He had his hand on Lex’s shoulder, and Lex didn’t move, he didn’t lift his head. He knelt as Bruce adjusted his clothing and walked out of the room without a word, left him on his knees with his head bowed. He was going to get up now. He had things to do. Work… he had calls to make. In a minute he was going to get up.
tbc,my friends,oh yes,tbc.
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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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And thank you,for saying you'll read anything I write, I'm about to test that!
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Wanker!
Bruce growled out Lex’s name and shuddered with his own orgasm.
Oh, god. Poor thing. But at least poor thing got a semblance of what he wanted.
left him on his knees with his head bowed. He was going to get up now. He had things to do. Work… he had calls to make. In a minute he was going to get up.
I don't know whether to feel bad or laugh at him.
You evil person. Kidnapped me and turned me into a traitor of the CLex.
More! More!
And Clark better pay his dues like these two have. *grunts*
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And...I hardly ever make Clark hurt, it's kind of like,oh--kicking cute stupid puppies.I like Clark, I do--real!
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Poor dirty, abused, sexy Lex! Yay! Keep it up! ;D
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nice icon!
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I'm enjoying this series immensely. I don't know if I told you that before, but now I am. Love your new fic Brothers too. I love young smallville fics.
Corinna J
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didd I not have thids in my memeories? dang-- they're a mess! I'll fix it som day.
I'm happy you like this, I really kind of like this Bruce. :)
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Exiled
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I try. :)