Dusted, by Glacis. Rated NC-17, no copyright
infringement intended.
At least the threat was gone.
True, now Lex was alone in that huge empty
castle, but at least he didn't have hostile poltergeists or freaky servants'
children running around in stealth-mode trying to kill him. And
Unfortunately, he couldn't truthfully say
which of the two constituted more of a threat. At least from
At least what Jeff did, bizarre as it was,
he did out of love for his sister. And as nuts as she had been, at least she'd
thought she loved Lex.
The last thought made him trip. Not a good
thing when going faster than the eye could follow. He flattened a mile of corn
rows before he could stop his forward momentum. Finally spinning to a stop, he
lay sprawled on the dirt, staring up at the sky, winded not by the fall but by
his own thoughts. Didn't he want Lex to be happy? Why should he care if
Three little words kept cycling over and
over and over in his brain. Sex with Lex. Not something he should be thinking
about, but he couldn't get it out of his head. No chance in the world, of
course, but there it was. Invading his dreams. Replacing Lana in his floating,
out-of-body experiences, and it hurt even more when Lex said it was all
Groaning over the inadvertent mental pun,
fighting down the chorus of "I wanna have sex with Lex!" repeating in
a continuous loop in his brain, he tried to get up. That's when he realized he
couldn't.
He was dizzy and queasy, and if he hadn't
been thinking about sex with Lex for the last several moments he would have
known it a long time before he did. He'd thought it was the idea of sex, or
maybe Lex, or probably both together, that was making him dizzy, but it was an
outside source. He lifted his hand.
It was dusted with sparkling green particles
that glowed beautifully on his skin and made the blood under the surface move
like sludgy antifreeze. The second thing he realized was that the field he was
lying in was covered with a light coating of the stuff, and all the leaves
rustling around him glowed faintly. It was his own personal horror movie.
Squinting through watering eyes, he saw the
fence he'd blown right over, the one with the ten-foot-high sign with
"Stay Out : Restricted Area : Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted :
LuthorCorp" stamped in two foot high bright red letters on it.
"Darn," he sighed. Maybe it hadn't
been the thought of sex with Lex that tripped him up. Maybe it was the fact
that he ran through the middle of a cornfield covered in meteor dust. What on
earth was Lex doing?
Not that it mattered at the moment. He could
feel his strength draining from him, and he had a vivid mental image of his
body collapsing right into the dirt like an old balloon once all the air has
leaked out. He had to move, or sex with Lex or anybody else would be a moot
point. Unless it was the kind of sex that ended up on the X Files. When it
still had Mulder on it.
Pushing himself to a vaguely upright
position, he took off, staggering toward the edge of the cornfield. It took
forever to fight his way through the hostile stalks with their malevolently
glowing leaves, rustling in the night air, sounding like they were laughing at
him, the glimpse of fat round yellow kernels between the husks winking at him
like the blind eyes of huge insects.
Once he made it back to the farm, the
nightmare didn't end. He knew, in the back of his mind, that he had to get out
of his clothes, had to wash the dust off, had to let his parents know what had
happened. But he was so tired, and he wasn't used to being tired.
Coming up on the farm from the back forty,
he hit the barn. Literally. Rebounding off the side of the door, he bounced
into a nice soft mat of hay that he was supposed to clean up Saturday. But it
was Saturday, wasn't it? He couldn't think, couldn't do anything but plop his
head down in the hay, burrow into it in a vain attempt to get away from the
laughing mutant corn that pursued him still in his nightmare, and give himself
up to his exhaustion.
Sleep ambushed him, but that was a good
thing, because as soon as he started to dream the nightmare stopped. He was
moving again, toward Lex, not away from him. He slipped through the security
perimeter with his usual ease, laughing under his breath as the cameras failed
to register the blur as he passed.
Then he was through the side door and up the
stairs and into Lex's bedroom. Lex was asleep, alone in his big bed with the
dark blue sheets and the puffy pillows. He was naked.
White skin against blue sheets. A bruise
here and there but not many. He healed well. Good thing, as often as he got
knocked around since coming to Smallville. Knocked around and pistol-whipped
and tied up ...
Lex squirmed under him, getting one arm
loose and aiming a fist at
Like running his free hand all over Lex's
back and butt and shoulders and underneath to feel his stomach and his chest
and down to his groin where he was getting hard. Of course.
Nestling his knees between Lex's thighs, not
a hundred per cent sure what he was doing but willing to go with instinct and a
few too many spring seasons watching the horses mate, Clark ran his dick up and
down the length of Lex's ass, getting it wet, then sliding the tip between the
soft-skinned cheeks. Lex was cool everywhere else, the skin under Clark's hand
and against his lips and beneath his chest a contrast to his own heat, but his
ass was like a radiator, and Clark loved it. Judging by the way Lex's dick
jumped against Clark's palm, so did he.
Needing more, Clark drew back a little and
pushed the head of his dick against the small slick hole. It slid off, and the
noises coming from the pillow took on a sharp note. Still, Clark was nothing if
not persistent, and after a couple more tries, he managed to jam the head in
the hole. His foreskin felt like it was getting skinned off with a potato
peeler, and the tip of his dick felt like it was stuck in a vice, so he froze.
Lex's dick, so happy a second before, wilted in his hand.
That wasn't right.
After a long moment, wondering what he
should do now and why his dream was taking such a strange and potentially
painful path, because every other time he'd dreamed about fucking Lex it had
been kind of blurry and felt really good, the constriction around the end of
his dick eased, and it dawned on him that he could move. Sounded like a good
plan, so he thrust in, holding back on his strength but not slowing down until
he felt those cushy ass cheeks pushed up against his groin.
Man, that felt good.
The dick in his hand was soft now, and that
still wasn't right, so he kept his hips right where they were and started
pulling at Lex's dick. Draped together the way they were it was just like
masturbation, only with his hand further away from his body, so he jerked and
stroked as if he was doing himself. The garbled sounds coming from the pillow
softened as the dick he was pulling hardened, and soon Lex's hips started
moving back and forth the whole inch he could move, caged as he was by Clark's
body.
That felt so good, and so right, that Clark
breathed, "Righteous," against the back of Lex's head and started
moving back and forth, too. In and out. Still tight, but not as tight as
before, and still incredibly hot, and Clark's hand sped up the way he liked it.
A muffled scream came from the pillow, but he paid it no heed since Lex's dick
was spurting. The vice around Clark's dick was back, only it felt more like
some kind of vacuum, and then he was coming, too. Humping over Lex's back a lot
like one of the stallions servicing a mare, legs pushing up until he was as far
in Lex as he could get.
The body wrapped around his shuddered and
lay still. Clark gave Lex's dick one last stroke then wrapped his fingers
around it. Much better than a teddy bear to cuddle before falling asleep. Sleep
sounded like a good idea, too, so he let himself go. The last thought he had
was that it had been one hell of a dream, and he had to try to remember it when
he woke up so he could use it next time he jerked off. Then he buried his face
against the imaginary sweaty silk of Lex's skin and that was it. Out like a
light.
What the holy hell had that been?
Lex stared at the broad, long-fingered hand
that still ringed his wrists, caging them above his head effortlessly. It had
all been effortless. For Clark.
Clark.
God, wasn't that a kick in the head. Lex
would think it was a flashback from one too many acid-trips gone awry, but for
the ache in his ass and the human furnace spooning up behind him.
Well, maybe human. Maybe mutant. In
Smallville, who the fuck knew?
He'd woken from a deep sleep, troubled by
vague dreams of shimmering ghosts tying him up and cutting him with knives, to
find Clark hovering over him. The boy was naked, and built as well as Lex had
suspected beneath the baggy jeans and flannel. His skin gleamed in the low
light. His face was all planes and shadows, green eyes glittering, almost
glowing, matching a light dusting of what looked like metallic green makeup
streaking his face, highlighting his eyes, his cheekbones, the line of his jaw.
Funny, he hadn't taken Clark for being one
to experiment, but put him in leather pants and a mesh shirt, leave on the
glitter-dust, with his hair falling over his eyes and that feral expression on
his gorgeous face, and he'd be beating them off in droves at any Metropolis sex
club. Or he'd have droves lining up to beat him off. Or both.
The situation went from bizarre to surreal
in a heartbeat as Clark kissed Lex so hard his jaw ached. Lex was panting by
the time Clark let him have some air. He raised a hand to stop another kiss in
order to ask a question, only to have his wrist caught. He was turned prone
with his face buried in the pillow before he could blink, and from there it was
a struggle to breathe and stay conscious as he was treated to some of the
roughest trade he'd enjoyed since leaving the clubs. He hadn't been ridden like
that since the last time he'd lost control in a sexual encounter.
When he was sixteen.
The fact that it was happening now, five
years later, at the hands and from the body of a sixteen year old, tied his
brain in a knot. What was left of his brain after Clark rammed into him, with
very little foreplay and no preparation, then fucked him into Nirvana. The hand
moving like a jackhammer at his cock struck just the right note of pain and
pleasure to make the sex truly incredible.
Well, no, the reality that it was Clark who
did it to him made it truly incredible.
Wriggling his wrists experimentally, he
found the loose circle of fingers as immovable a prison as the tighter grip
Clark had when conscious, if much less bruising. Unable to move most of his
body with Clark wound around him like a cocoon, Lex nudged the pillow away with
his chin until he could lay his head down on the brushed satin sheet without
suffocating, and did what he did best when presented with a challenging
experience.
He thought.
As Clark's cock softened and slipped out of
him, as the heat radiating from Clark's body warmed Lex through to the bone in
a way he'd never felt before, and as two very slow hours ticked by, Lex's brain
worked at the weird events of the evening. By the time Clark stirred behind
him, he'd reached five conclusions.
The vaguely-familiar green dust made Clark's
eyes glow the same way Lana's necklace had out in the cornfield when Lex cut
him down after Whitney and the other idiot jocks strung him up. The dust on his
skin seemed to shimmer, too, but that might have been Lex's own eyes blurring.
That kiss had been enough to tilt reality.
Clark's inhuman strength, which Lex had
suspected since Clark pulled him from the car wreck, wasn't a figment of his
imagination. Not only that, Clark kept it in check with an ease that suggested
it was ingrained habit. So he'd been freakishly strong all his life, since
having any habit ingrained by the age of sixteen meant he'd been practicing
since he was a toddler. Lex knew. He had a few of his own.
The spark between them hadn't been his
imagination. Clark felt it too, and the heat had simmered until it exploded.
Lex needed to know what had triggered it. Clark had phenomenal control over his
impulses, especially for a teenager, and for him to break into Lex's house,
leap into Lex's bed, and fuck Lex through the mattress, something must
have happened. After all, Clark was unfailingly polite. If he hadn't been
temporarily insane, he would at least have asked before he jumped Lex.
He hadn't smelled of alcohol, and beside the
fact that Clark was the poster boy for clean living, Lex kept a close eye on
illegal substances moving through the area. What little there was. He sincerely
doubted Clark was high. Unless Whitney got tired of having cuter, taller,
sexier competition for Lana and spiked Clark's soda. In which case, after Lex
thanked Whitney, he was going to personally kill the son of a bitch. Unless
Jonathan Kent got to him first.
Finally, Clark's parents must think he was
at Chloe's, or Pete's, or finally getting lucky with Lana, or hiding up in his
loft, because it was one in the morning on a Saturday and no rabidly protective
fathers were pounding on his door with loaded shotguns.
In summary: something was up with the meteor
rocks; Clark was indeed stronger than the Incredible Hulk and glowed faintly
green at times, although he was much prettier; the sexual tension between he
and Clark was not only real, but now explicit; Clark hadn't been in control of
his actions, for reasons unknown; and Lex had a few hours to find out what was
going on before the Kent parents descended on him like the wrath of god and
carted him off to the Smallville Jail for Corrupters of Innocent Youth.
Innocence being relative, under the circumstances.
Feeling somewhat more in control, of his
mind if not his body, Lex relaxed against Clark and waited for the kid to wake
up and freak out.
Soft lips moved against the curve of his
neck as Clark snuffled, waking slowly. The movement changed from random to
affectionate as the lips formed a kiss, then rapidly degenerated into panic as
the mouth opened and a shocked "Ohmygod!" came out. Clark practically
levitated off the bed, cowering in the far corner of the room, staring at Lex
like he was Satan incarnate. Lex waited patiently for a few moments, but when
Clark made no further movement, he sighed and raised his hands to rub his eyes.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod," Clark mumbled
softly as he crept back toward the bed, reaching out one trembling hand to
barely touch the ring of bruises darkening around Lex's forearm.
Lex looked at the shaking fingers brushing
against his skin as if he was fine porcelain about to shatter, and said
matter-of-factly, "It's okay, Clark."
Not the right tack to take, judging by the
moan Clark gave and the way his knees collapsed. Lex looked over to see Clark,
tears in his eyes, kneeling by the bed, staring at him now as if he was going
to expire at any moment. Lex's second sigh was a lot less patient than his
first one. He opened his mouth to explain that he was really all right, and ask
Clark what on earth was going on, when Clark suddenly jumped to his feet and
started pacing.
The sight of all that delicious naked flesh
waving about as Clark bounced back and forth across the room distracted Lex
from actually listening for awhile, but the word "police" brought him
back to the conversation with a jolt.
"No!" he yelped. Clark started
like a hare and stared at Lex, eyes huge in his face. The green glitter had
worn away, leaving a red flush staining his cheeks, and he looked absolutely
edible. Clamping down on the thought, Lex rushed to stop the kid from doing
anything incredibly stupid. Like calling the police.
"You can't do that. If you do, they'll
take one look at me and toss me in jail for statutory rape, and send you home
to your parents, at which time your father will come down to the jail and shoot
me before they can even set a trial date."
Clark looked at Lex as if he'd lost his
mind. "But," he said quietly, his voice shaking so much it was hard
to understand his words, "I raped you. You need to go to the hospital. I
need to call the police."
"No, you don't!" Lex tried
to jump out of bed and physically restrain Clark from getting them both up to
their ears in shit, but his ass protested the movement loudly, and he subsided
with a pained, "ouch."
Clark whimpered. It was kind of sexy. Lex
looked over at him. He had the look of a kicked puppy.
"But I rape-- "
"Shut up, Clark," Lex cut him off.
That full, red mouth, quivering enough to tempt a saint to mortal sin, opened
again, and Lex licked his own dry lips and plowed on. "No judge in the
land, particularly in Smallville, will ever believe that a sixteen year old
farmboy took sexual advantage of Lex Luthor. Not at my age and not with my
reputation. If you call the police, I will be arrested. It will be my fault,
regardless of anything you say. No one will listen to you and I'll be sent to
prison for statutory rape." Maybe repeating himself would get through.
Clark still stared at him, huge green eyes glistening, tragic expression on his
face. Lex shifted to cover his renewed hard-on and gave Clark his best
commanding glare. "Now. No more talk about calling the police. Okay?"
That earned him a mute nod. Clark licked his
lips, making Lex's entire body twitch, then asked tentatively, "Hospital?
I hurt you."
He sounded as tragic as he looked. For an
instant, Lex was irresistibly reminded of Alfredo in Traviata, but that would
cast Lex himself as a consumptive hooker, and while he'd certainly had enough
sex in his lifetime to qualify as a professional, he had no intention of dying
any time soon. Besides, he was a guy. His erection was telling him so, quite
insistently. He took a deep breath and wondered how to break the news to Clark
that not all pain was bad.
"You didn't rape me, Clark." He
raised a hand, not the one holding the sheet in place to cover his cock, to
hold off more protestations of guilt. "Yeah, you fucked me, and I wasn't
quite expecting it."
A blush ran up Clark's body from his toes
clear to his hairline, tripping Lex's tongue. It was a moment before he could
remember how to talk. God, the kid was gorgeous. And, caught up in contrition,
he'd completely forgotten the fact that he was stark naked. Lex hoped it would
be awhile before he remembered.
"The fact is, I don't think you were in
control of yourself. You didn't hurt me badly, and I'm okay. I'm worried about
you, though," he said softly, patting the side of the bed encouragingly.
Clark inched a few steps closer, like a
skittish wild animal, and Lex smiled as sweetly as he could without showing his
teeth. Didn't want to look too hungry. Clark smiled uncertainly back at
him.
"Sometimes, our bodies take over, do
things our minds wouldn't let us do if we were in control of ourselves. Is that
what happened? Did somebody give you something, or did you drink something,
that made you a little out of control?" Crazy, sexy, begging for it, out
of control, Lex thought.
Clark gulped, looked down at his toes, then
glanced up through his hair at Lex. That elicited a nearly overwhelming urge to
tackle the kid and fuck him senseless right there in the middle of the Persian
carpet, but since his own well-fucked body wasn't in any shape to tackle
anyone, Lex successfully fought temptation and waited for an answer. No hint of
his inner animal-in-heat showed on his face. Of course. He was a Luthor, after
all.
Not that the answer made much sense when it
came. Clark sounded pretty confused by the whole thing, but at least as he
talked he wandered closer until he was perched on the edge of the bed. So
close, it was practically impossible to keep his hands to himself, but Lex
managed. Barely.
"I was just running, you know, out to
clear my mind, and I wasn't really paying attention, and I fell and got this
dust stuff all over me. I was going to go home and take a shower because it was
making me feel sick and tired, but I only got as far as the barn and I fell
asleep and I dreamed that I came over to your house and got in bed with you and
had sex with you only it wasn't a dream and I can't believe I did that to you."
The cascade of words trickled to a stop and Clark sat there, staring at Lex,
damp green eyes blinking down sadly at him. His body was literally humming, he
was holding himself so still, his muscles tight with tension.
Okay, so his conclusions had been correct.
Lex looked appraisingly at the trembling, freaked-out, strung-out on something
Lex would figure out later, vulnerable Clark sitting eight inches away from him
and twitched again. To hell with it. He'd figure it all out later. First
he had more enjoyable things to do. Er, more important things to do.
Right.
"Clark," he said very gently,
slowly reaching out the hand that wasn't shielding his erection to let his
fingers rest feather-light on the kid's arm, "it really is all right. I'm
okay. But you're not." Clark gave him a miserable look. Kicked puppy?
Pulped puppy, by that point. "I'm worried about you." Clark opened
his mouth to protest, again, and Lex raised his hand to lay a finger across
those lips. Soft, moist lips. Oh, yeah. He let a hint of purpose show in his
voice. "Am I right in thinking that until tonight you were a virgin?"
He didn't need the hesitant nod for confirmation; another body-wide blush
answered for him. "This was much more traumatic for you than it was for
me," adding a second finger to stop yet another guilty protest, "and
I don't want your first experience with sex to end this way."
Opening his hand, he drew his fingers away
and cupped Clark's chin, drawing him down until they were a breath apart.
"Kiss me?" Lex whispered.
Clark's eyes closed and he dipped his head.
Lex watched and corrected the aim, moving so that the seeking lips landed where
they were supposed to, on his mouth, not his chin. Clark's lips were indeed as
soft and sweet as they looked, and what he lacked in experience he more than
made up for with natural talent. Lex worked his lips until Clark opened his
mouth wide, then slipped his tongue in, swiping it over Clark's, then
withdrawing. Clark immediately followed with his own tongue, and Lex sucked on
it until Clark got the idea that it would be fun to play in there.
Fun for both of them.
Intent on the kiss, Clark was easy for Lex
to maneuver back onto the bed. Wrapping one arm around the broad shoulders and
the other around the narrow waist, Lex shifted Clark over and down, ending up
draped over the top of him, still kissing one another deeply. It was so damned
good Lex nearly came just from kissing, another thing that hadn't happened to
him in years. Eventually, Clark realized that they'd moved, and broke the kiss to
stare, wide-eyed, up at Lex.
"What do you want to do?" Lex
asked quietly. Clark stared at him. Swept his eyes down, gaze catching on the
rampant erection now leaking on his stomach, brushing against his own, and
moaned.
"I want to touch you," Clark
choked out.
Lex dropped a kiss on the end of his nose
and rolled off to lie beside him, propping his hands behind his head.
"Have at it," he invited.
Rising to rest on one elbow, Clark stared
seriously down at his face as if trying to read his mind. "You trust me to
do that? After what I did?"
Swallowing a reflexive 'god yes,' Lex
contented himself with a simple, "I trust you with my life. Of course I trust
you with my body."
Clark gave him a blinding smile. Then,
starting at his mouth and taking the scenic route, Clark proceeded to explore,
leaving Lex feeling like he was being worshipped. He'd never been the recipient
of such concentrated attention before, and by the time Clark made it past his
nipples to his cock, Lex was close to coming just from air brushing over the
ultra-sensitized skin Clark left in his wake. The first touch of Clark's tongue
to the head of his erection made him arch and moan.
The tongue disappeared and Clark drew back
like he'd been bitten. Lex stared wildly at him. "Why'd you stop?" It
came out harsher than he'd intended. Clark ducked his head and blushed again.
"Thought I'd hurt you," he
mumbled.
Lex managed to strangle the demand to be
hurt some more, just like that, and forced out, "No, that was pleasure.
Please resume," through gritted teeth.
Another flashing grin from Clark, this one
with a hint of wickedness to which Lex could quickly become addicted. Then he
leaned forward and licked Lex from balls to crown, as if his cock were an ice
cream cone and it was a hot summer day. Lex made a garbled sound that could
have been a plea or a prayer, and was probably both. Clark took it for
encouragement. He proceeded to taste every inch of Lex's cock, nudging Lex's
thighs apart and sucking on his balls, licking down his perineum then back up,
before slurping all over his cock again. Lex hung on to the pillow with both
fists and tried not to scream loudly enough to frighten Clark off again.
For a beginner, he was a hell of a good cock
sucker. The occasional graze of teeth made Lex jump, but he disguised the
movement by squirming his hips and rocking back and forth, so Clark didn't know
he'd scraped him, and didn't know Lex liked it. They'd have time for exploring
alternative methods of giving and receiving pleasure once Clark got over his
scare.
Of course, by the way he was chowing down on
Lex, the timetable for exploration could probably be pushed up. By several
weeks. The kid was a fast learner.
He was nearly too good, because Lex was
coming, almost before he could warn Clark. He got as far as, "Clark! Gonna
c-c-c--" and Clark closed his lips around the head of Lex's cock and
sucked for all he was worth. Orgasm ripped through Lex like a tornado, and when
it was over, he lay against the pillows, convinced his brain had exploded and
his body had melted to mush.
Gasping for breath, he raised his head far
enough to look at Clark, and his balls spasmed reflexively. If he'd had
anything left to give he'd've given it, because Clark was a wet dream in action
as he hunched over Lex's body, hand moving so fast it was a blur. He came
seconds after Lex, spraying semen on Lex's thigh, his groin, and his wet,
quivering cock. The fluid glistened on his pubic hair, and Lex instinctively
ran a finger through it, gathering some up to taste. Licking his fingertip, he
heard a strangled moan, and glanced over to see Clark staring at his hand
moving at his mouth. The feral look was back. Lex smirked. Glanced down.
God bless teenage hormones. The kid was hard
again. "We don't have to stop unless you want to." Lex said it as
suggestively as possible. Given his past experience in matters sexual, that was
suggestive enough to raise the dead, and Clark was far from that.
With another one of those innocent smiles
shaded just the other side of wicked, Clark gently pushed until Lex rolled over
to lie on his stomach again. Unlike the first time they'd done this, Lex was
the one in control, and he liked it. Clark feathered licking kisses over his
skull, down his neck, across his shoulders, up and down his arms, then along
his spine, paying close attention to every twitch, every shudder, every sound
Lex gave.
At least Lex thought he was in control,
until that inquisitive tongue approached his ass and, after a few nibbles at
his ass cheeks, dove directly for the center target.
"Shit!" Lex screamed, not
inappropriately for the area Clark was now licking. The tongue checked and
started to withdraw, not what Lex wanted. "Oh, god, please don't stop.
Whatever you do, you better not stop. If you stop I'm going to have to kill
you, Clark, and I really like you, so please, please don't stop." Had that
come from him? Lex clamped his teeth in his lower lip to stop himself from
spouting further embarrassing babble.
Nevertheless, it worked. With a chuckle that
could only be described as evil, Clark lowered his head again. Strong hands
kneaded his buttocks rhythmically as Clark licked Lex from stem to stern,
taking his time and exploring thoroughly. Clark's tongue was as strong as the
rest of him, and when it breached him, Lex nearly came from the sensation of
the agile tongue fucking him. He moaned involuntarily and continuously, and
Clark seemed to enjoy it as much, judging by the enthusiasm with which he bent
to his task.
Having never been rimmed with quite that
much gusto, much less speared on a tongue like that, Lex was ready to come one
hell of a lot sooner than he'd expected. For a man who prided himself on his
control, Clark was blowing through it like a hurricane through a bamboo fence.
The tongue finally took pity and withdrew, only to be followed immediately by
two long, blunt fingers, probing with unerring accuracy and exceptional
tenderness, deep into his ass.
That was all it took. Humping back on
Clark's hand desperately, Lex shoved the corner of the pillow in his mouth,
screamed his heart out and came so hard spots swam in front of his eyes. It
must have been a lucky hit. No way Clark could have deliberately stroked his
prostate. Natural talent, for damned sure.
The fingers stayed in his ass throughout his
climax, twisting gently this way and that, unknowingly intensifying the
sensations for Lex, and Lex silently blessed Clark for his constant curiosity.
When he could feel something beyond the nerves still randomly firing under his
skin, Lex became aware that Clark had straddled his left thigh and was riding
his cock against it, rubbing himself off. A moment later, Clark bore down hard,
and hot fluid sprayed Lex's ass, dripping down to dribble over his balls. Lex
grinned through a mouthful of feathers, where he'd bitten clear through the
pillow sheath.
If a round-the-world tactile exploration of
Lex's body and two mind-shattering orgasms weren't enough to convince Clark
that sex wasn't supposed to be traumatic, then nothing would. Not that Lex
would be adverse to trying some more.
A lot more. Every chance he got, more.
As long as Jonathan and his shotgun stayed
home. And nobody called the cops.
Spitting the last of the feather fluff out,
Lex used his few remaining undissolved muscles to turn over. Clark sprawled
beside him on the bed, and Lex reached out to him, running his fingers over the
flushed, sweaty face, through the silky dark hair shading the now-calm green
eyes, lingering at a splash of semen dried along the square jaw. "I'm
okay. Are you okay?"
This time when the bright smile flashed, it
lingered. "Isn't that the name of a book?"
Lex gave him a look, and Clark giggled.
Lex's eyes widened. A giggle. The new experiences kept piling up. Then he
grinned back at Clark and leaned forward to snuggle against him, kissing him,
licking his face until it was clean. Clark kissed and licked and snuggled back,
until Lex finally drew away with a final peck to his lips. Dawn was breaking,
light streaking through the windows to creep along the carpet toward the bed.
"It's time for all good farmboys to be
heading back to their farms, before their daddies come looking for them,"
he said softly. Clark's smile dimmed. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but there's
no way I'm facing your father with you tucked up naked in my bed. I'm not that
good an actor, and I left my kevlar vest back in Metropolis."
Clark blinked at him. The silence stretched,
until Clark finally said, "Sweetheart?"
It was Lex's turn to blush. Yet another
thing he hadn't done in years. Grabbing one of the pillows that was still
intact, he bashed Clark over the head with it. Clark was still cracking up when
he finally evaded Lex's pillow attack, rolled out of bed, and got dressed.
Pausing at the door, he glanced over his shoulder at Lex, reclining in a messy
nest of stained sheets, burst pillows and wild feathers, looking as debauched
as he felt. Clark's grin muted into a very sweet smile.
"Thanks, Lex," he mumbled.
Not needing to ask, Lex shook his head, and
said firmly, "You're welcome, we're both okay, and I'll see you soon.
Right?"
Clark nodded, shoved his hair off his face,
and grinned again. "Right."
Then he was gone. Lex plucked absently at a
feather stuck to his chest and went to take a bath. Relaxing in the steaming
water, he stared up at the ceiling and pondered the various properties of
meteor rocks and their effects on farmboys. This called for further study.
Experiments. Repeated experiments. He grinned.
He'd always loved science.
This time, Clark made it back to the farm
with no trouble at all. He swept up to his room faster than his mom's eye could
track, waiting until her back was turned as she cooked breakfast to whirl
through the kitchen. Whatever weird effects the meteor dust had, it appeared to
wear off over time.
Taking his clothes off and changing into
sweats, he noticed that most of the dust had fallen off, and wondered if that
might be the reason he wasn't affected any more, rather than weakening over
time. He wondered if that was what it felt like to be drunk, or do drugs, to
lose all his inhibitions and not care what he did. He wondered a lot of things.
Anything to keep his mind from constantly
replaying the feel and sight and smell of Lex stretched out beneath him, moving
and making noises and coming.
He couldn't think about that, because if he
did, he'd never get his dick to calm down. That wasn't the worst part, though.
As much as it turned him on to remember Lex
moaning his name and begging him not to stop, it turned him on just as much to
remember him pinned to the bed, writhing, unable to escape, as Clark fucked
him.
And that scared him.
He'd covered it pretty well, he thought, by
the end. He was as relaxed and calm and affectionate as he could be, and he'd
discovered once Lex gave him permission to play that he could be pretty darned
affectionate. Even when he wasn't very relaxed or calm.
The kissing had been great, and holding each
other had been cool. Although if Lex ever called him sweetheart again he was
going to have to smack him. The way Lex looked when Clark sucked him was a
total turn-on, and every time he closed his eyes Clark could see exactly the
way Lex looked when he came.
But there was more. Something in Lex had
reacted to Clark manhandling him, had met Clark's unexpected hunger with a
hunger just as deep and just as fierce. Even dusted out of his mind as he'd
been, thinking it was a dream, Clark hadn't missed that. Lex's insistence that
he was okay, aside from the whole issue of calling the cops, his willingness to
let Clark touch him again, told Clark more than Lex probably meant to say.
Clark wanted that again.
Oh, he wanted the soft touches, the kisses
and cuddling again, too. But he needed to feel the hunger, the edge, the push
to the brink of control. He wanted the rush.
So did Lex. Clark had felt it.
Now he had to find a way to make Lex admit
it. Without benefit of meteor-rock-dust-induced-euphoria. Because the hunger
was still there. Wrapped up in tenderness, cushioned by affection, it was the
heart of the pull he felt every time he got near Lex. Now that he knew what it
was, he didn't want to live without it ever again.
He wasn't sure he could.
Swinging through the kitchen, he kissed his
mom on the cheek and told her good morning.
"Sleep well?" she asked as she
prodded bacon in the skillet. Clark tried not to blush, thankful she was
preoccupied with cooking.
"Great," he said a little too
cheerfully. "I'm, uhm, going to do some chores now."
She gave him a funny look, but he was
already out the door. He told himself he had to do better, and hoped she put it
down to random weirdness. Instead of heading out to the fields, though, he went
up into the loft. Aiming his telescope further north than usual, he stared
through the lens at the Luthor castle.
There, on the second floor, Lex would be
having breakfast. Or he might be in the library, working on his computer. Or up
on the top floor, in that fancy bathtub with the gold feet. Soaking in hot
water, steam flushing his skin. Clark felt the blood come up in his own face at
the mental images. He didn't know quite what to call it, because he'd never
felt it before. But he had a feeling the weird bundle of lust and hunger and
urge to protect and affection knotting up his insides might be love.
He hoped it wasn't just the lingering
aftereffects of getting dusted. Because he didn't want it ever to go away. A
blur of movement in one of the windows caught his eye and he peered intently,
seeing Lex's outline as he stood at the window. Clark licked his lips, one hand
sliding down his jeans to ease the sudden constriction.
Nope. This wasn't going to go away any time
soon. And whether it was lust or meteor rocks or real love, he was going to go
after it with everything he had, for as long as Lex let him. Maybe longer.
Besides, he still had to ask him about the
rock dust on the corn ... eventually.
END