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Smallville Fanfic -- On Your Knees part 2/2
So, like I mentioned in the header of part 1 -- this is a sequel >_<
Part 1, header and disclaimer can be found here -- OYN-challenge part 1
PART 2
Clark finished the last of his chores in no time. He'd just gone up the stairs for a hot shower as the phone rang. Ah. The expected phone call from his parents. Clark wondered for a second how they could ever have become so predictable. "Clark Kent."
He listened for a while to his mother's voice, interjecting 'hmmm's and 'yes's and 'no's in the right places. Clark blinked a few times. Ok, he needed to stay in focus, especially when his mother asked if everything was ok. With his father it would have worked like a charm -- his mother was a different story. Well, he could blame it all on Lex -- really, the thought alone... Though it wouldn't be wise telling his mother about last night. No, definitely not. Finally! His mother seemed satisfied with his answers and they said their good byes.
Let's see... Chores done -- check. Phone call from concerned parents -- check. No homework for Monday -- check. And the rest of the day? Lex!
Clark showered in record time, but dressing took a little longer than expected. He wondered if he'd ever worn something that had made Lex look at him... that way. Like he was edible. His smile widened as he pulled out a pair of well-worn jeans and a tight sweater. He'd worn it once during a produce delivery to the mansion and though he hadn't given much thought to the looks the outfit had earned him from Lex, it didn't mean he hadn't noticed. Now -- thinking back Lex had definitely not been hiding his interest. Breakfast was swallowed quickly -- yesterday's pizza wasn't all that bad.
10 minutes later, and he was standing, dressed and windblown in front of the large doors of the mansion. No second thoughts, Clark -- not now. He let himself into the kitchen -- running straight into the arms of the cook, who eyed him with a mixture of relief and worry.
"I'm not sure it's a good idea to see Mr. Luthor right now," she told him.
"No?" Clark felt his heart sink. "Something wrong?"
"It's just that he's... he's got a little hangover -- and his mood is rather foul."
Clark eyed the trey on the kitchen counter. "His?"
"Yes, I was about to bring it up into his bedroom."
Clark gave his most winning smile -- watching any reluctance fade from her features. Ok, so Clark wasn't above using his charm -- so what? He had it and so rarely put it to use and this was important. If Lex was in a bad mood -- Clark would do anything to cheer him up. Anything. Besides, he'd learned a thing or two from hanging around Lex. If he remembered correctly, Lex had once mentioned that the best way to persuade people to do what you want them to, is to let them think it's their own idea. Clark had thought it sounded cold and cynical back then, but he could see what Lex had meant. It wasn't as if Clark intended to use it for his own benefit -- it was solely for Lex.
"I...," she hesitated for a moment, "would you be a dear and bring it up to him?"
Clark pretended to think about it for a second. "Yeah, sure -- I'd love to." Taking the tray, he hurried as fast as he dared up the stairs. Having no trouble finding the bedroom, he knocked lightly on the door.
"Yes?"
Clark winced. The voice was cold, abrupt and really sounded like Lex didn't want to be disturbed. Clark took a deep breath and entered the room. He noticed with a concealed grin the emotions crossing Lex's face before his features twisted into a pale mirror of his usual smile.
"Clark, what a surprise..."
If he was remembering anything, he didn't let it show. Clark was disappointed, but determined. Oh no you don't, Lex -- You're the one who started this -- don't for one second think I'll let you get away with an amnesia act. "I just wanted to check up on you -- you were rather... tipsy last night."
"Tipsy?" A mixture of disbelief and a little embarrassment colored Lex's voice.
Clark couldn't help feeling he was getting somewhere as he watched Lex's eyes roam all over his body. God, Clark shifted a little, the jeans were a lot tighter than he'd remembered and the t-shirt had left no room for a undershirt. Control, Clark, control... Clark forced his smile a little wider. You need to be sure he's really watching... Oh yeah, he is.
So Clark chose the perfect moment to continue toward the bed -- watching Lex's eyes widen and his tongue flicker out to wet his lips. Clark felt like doing a little dance of victory, though his price wasn't safe yet. Now that would take a lot more. How to...? Ah. Clark went to sit on Lex's bed, watching his friend's stunned features, as he put the tray down on the bedside table. Shrugging out of his shirt, Clark made a decision. As it was, he could either play it safe and slow -- in which case Lex would at some point gain the upper hand -- and nothing would happen. Or... or Clark could just make sure Lex wouldn't find his balance anytime soon.
Leaning forward, watching Lex's surprised face through lowered eyelashes. Come on, Clark! The man gave you a blowjob last night -- kissing him can't be that difficult. It wasn't -- and it was. Clark almost panicked when Lex stayed perfectly still, not returning the kiss -- but not trying to pull away either. When Clark pulled back, the look of stunned wonder on Lex's face was worth an entire month of daily chores -- that was for sure. Ok, so this was the point where all this had to pass the test... "I better get back to the farm..." He stood and moved toward the door.
Turning with one hand on the doorknob, Clark was amazed to see no change to Lex's look. Well, maybe a little -- disbelief seemed to have been added. Clark pulled the door open, then turned to face Lex again. "You might want to brush your teeth -- you tasted a lot better last night." Closing the door behind him, Clark almost laughed out loud at the sputtered "What!?" that followed him out.
Clark went to lean against the wall opposite the door -- and he felt the urge to shout in victory and pump his fist in the air when the doorknob was twisted to open the door, then Lex swore on the other side. Clark frowned, but a moment later the door was torn open and Lex stormed out, trying to struggle into a soft blue bathrobe. He didn't see Clark who pushed away from the wall at the same moment, which meant he ended up in Clark's arms, looking more than a little bewildered.
"Clark... what?"
And Clark just held on -- not too hard, but firmly enough to let Lex know that he wasn't going to let go, smiling down at Lex.
"Did something... did I...?" Lex swallowed visibly, trying to pull the robe closed, which was impossible with him pressed flush against Clark. "Nothing happened..." Lex was clearly trying to convince himself.
"If you say so..." Clark refused to relent his hold, moving slightly against Lex, feeling as much as hearing Lex's breathing becoming faster. Unconsciously Lex's hands slid around his waist, pressing against the small of his back, urging him to go faster.
"...not... place... for..."
And Clark had to agree, though he hated the thought of stopping. Deciding not to, his hands slipped down to cup Lex's ass, lifting him, urging him to... yes! Lex's legs wrapped around him and Clark moved quickly into the bedroom, nibbling at Lex's throat, kicking the door shut behind them.
"Clark... where...?"
"Bathroom, shower..." Clark moaned as Lex's legs tightened around his waist, "and you still need to brush your teeth."
Lex's fingers dug into his shoulders, his body twisting in Clark's grip as Clark caught a little skin between his teeth and bit down. Not enough to draw blood, not really enough to hurt, but enough to bruise the skin and draw a mewling sound from Lex's lips.
Some part of Clark's mind dryly stated that it was a good thing that he was invulnerable the way Lex was sucking and biting his neck.. Love bites like that would be hard to explain. Lex, on the other hand, Lex would wear dress shirts, so bruising the skin where neck and shoulder met would mean that he'd have to keep his shirts buttoned -- all the way -- or show it off to the world. The thought alone had Clark grinning, all the way into the bathroom.
Putting Lex down in front of the mirror, Clark handed him the toothbrush and paste, then turned to the shower to start the water. As Clark turned he found Lex staring at him while brushing his teeth with mechanically slow movements. Clark stepped over to him and whispered in his ear, while un-tugging his own t-shirt. "Hurry up."
Lex never broke eye contact, but he did speed up. Surprise still evident on his face, though it was slowly mixing with other things. Things that made heat coil in Clark's stomach, tentacles of fire spiraling, wrapping themselves around his spine.
Slowly, so very slowly, Clark toed off his shoes and socks, to stand bare feet on the tiled floor. It wasn't cold -- figures Lex would have a heated bathroom floor. Pulling up his shirt, Clark paused, his face hidden behind it, risking the use of his x-ray vision to watch Lex... watch Lex eyeing him with a hunger that should scare him... but strangely didn't -- if anything it made the last of the blood in his brains rush south to pool in his already painfully hard erection. Clark blinked hard as his vision blurred back to normal -- it was impossible to keep his x-ray vision going when he couldn't concentrate on anything but the growing need to have Lex.
The shirt fell to the floor and Lex stopped brushing, his hands falling to his sides, though he was still chewing on the tooth brush.
Clark smiled broadly while he stepped forward, hoping that common sense wouldn't kick in just now -- because he was still silently wondering how he'd found the courage to do this. Lex. Lex had told him not to let him forget, to make sure that he'd remember... Another step and Clark reached around Lex, grabbing the cup on the sink, filling it with water. All the while very well aware of how close they were standing, especially when the edges of Lex's bathrobe, still hanging open, brushed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Pulling back a little, Clark took the tooth brush out of Lex's mouth and handed him the cup.
Lex blinked a little confused a few times, then put the cup to his lips, finally breaking eye contact to turn and spit it out. The cup was placed on the sink as he turned back to Clark. "Clark... what exactly do you..."
That was about as far as he got before Clark kissed him, trapping him against the sink. '*Make* me remember...' Those had been Lex's words, so Clark put every ounce of enthusiasm into the kiss, sighing mentally when Lex's lips finally parted under his.
Panting Clark pulled back, watching Lex's face and he couldn't quite help smiling smugly. Eyes closed, red, swollen lips lightly parted. Now that was a sight Clark could seriously get used to seeing -- maybe even crave.
Lex's hands slid up his neck, tangling in Clark's hair, pulling him forward. And Clark knew his own control, his power, was slipping. Lex obviously didn't want to be submissive, to let go and just accept what Clark offered. As if he preferred to take instead.
Not that Clark really minded, but his short brush with power and control of this just wouldn't leave him alone. He let Lex have his will and allowed him to take over the kissing and... wow... just... wow. Slick heat searched Clark's mouth and thinking clearly was becoming difficult again, especially as Clark's own body told him that it really wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. He pushed Lex's robe down and off the slim shoulders -- and Lex didn't even seem to notice, too caught up in showing Clark just *how* good a kiss could be.
And it was good -- no doubt about it, making Clark's body tingle, tickle... like ants moving beneath his skin. It wasn't unpleasant... but almost too much.
Lex gives a low squeak ending in a moan, as Clark made sure his grip on Lex's ass was firm, as he lifted him up to sit on the table next to the sink. It was hard for Clark to do what he was trying to -- namely unbutton his jeans and push them down, he kicked them off along with his briefs. He stepped forward again and... Oh God! Skin against skin -- chest to chest before was nothing compared to this -- as Lex wrapped his legs around Clark's waist again.
It was a total assault on Clark's ability to think. Strange and intoxicating feel of Lex's cock rubbing against Clark's abdomen. The absolute high of his own erection involved in the most perfect friction -- created against Lex's ass.
Both men were breathing heavily through their noses, neither interested in letting go. Clark's tightened his hold on Lex and pulled him as close as possible, lifting him off the table again, turning and walking over to the shower, the rough, writhing movement as Lex tried to squirm, to gain the upper hand, to get some kind of release.
Under the warm spray and Clark could never have imagined anything like this. As he slowly sunk to his knees, still moving against Lex, moving with him... whatever... And Clark had Lex on his back on the warm tiles, still kissing hard enough to bruise, still clinging to each other like the world would come to an end if they ever let go.
Clark tried to hold back for as long as possible. Except the pressure was building fast and somewhere inside him, he couldn't help feeling victorious as Lex's body shuddered and something hot and slick spread on his belly. And that was all he had time to notice as his own orgasm hit him. Harder than Lex's car had hit him the day they'd met the first time, harder, and in some ways more painful than the day Lex had shot him -- repeatedly.
Slowing down their movements, Clark somehow found the strength to sit up, pulling Lex with him into his lap. Low murmurs meaning nothing and everything as they kept kissing and touching, basking in the warm afterglow, hot spray of water cascading down over them. Finally reduced to light petting and the world around them was slowly seeping back.
"Clark?" Lex was lazily nuzzling Clark's neck.
"Yeah?" They'd just... oh. Oh! Clark smiled against Lex's temple. That was just... cool.
"What the hell did I do to you last night?" Lex pulled back, looking seriously into Clark's eyes.
"What do you mean?" Clark was genuinely puzzled.
"This came as a... surprise. Don't get me wrong -- I'm very much for you being impulsive."
Clark nuzzled Lex's neck, sucking on his earlobe, grinning as he whispered: "You showed me the art blowjobs in fancy cars..."
"Oh..."
"Yeah. Lex?"
"Mmm?"
Clark couldn't quite help the mischief in his voice. "Anything else you wanna show me?"
"Like?" Lex's voice cracked.
"Umm, things involving that huge bed of yours?"
Lex moved fast, untangling them, getting to his feet and pulling impatiently at Clark's arm to make him stand as well. Without another word, he pulled Clark with him back toward the bedroom.
And Clark laughed. He was fairly sure he'd never felt this good before. Though somehow he was sure there'd be other highs shortly -- no doubt about it.
The End
Part 1, header and disclaimer can be found here -- OYN-challenge part 1
PART 2
Clark finished the last of his chores in no time. He'd just gone up the stairs for a hot shower as the phone rang. Ah. The expected phone call from his parents. Clark wondered for a second how they could ever have become so predictable. "Clark Kent."
He listened for a while to his mother's voice, interjecting 'hmmm's and 'yes's and 'no's in the right places. Clark blinked a few times. Ok, he needed to stay in focus, especially when his mother asked if everything was ok. With his father it would have worked like a charm -- his mother was a different story. Well, he could blame it all on Lex -- really, the thought alone... Though it wouldn't be wise telling his mother about last night. No, definitely not. Finally! His mother seemed satisfied with his answers and they said their good byes.
Let's see... Chores done -- check. Phone call from concerned parents -- check. No homework for Monday -- check. And the rest of the day? Lex!
Clark showered in record time, but dressing took a little longer than expected. He wondered if he'd ever worn something that had made Lex look at him... that way. Like he was edible. His smile widened as he pulled out a pair of well-worn jeans and a tight sweater. He'd worn it once during a produce delivery to the mansion and though he hadn't given much thought to the looks the outfit had earned him from Lex, it didn't mean he hadn't noticed. Now -- thinking back Lex had definitely not been hiding his interest. Breakfast was swallowed quickly -- yesterday's pizza wasn't all that bad.
10 minutes later, and he was standing, dressed and windblown in front of the large doors of the mansion. No second thoughts, Clark -- not now. He let himself into the kitchen -- running straight into the arms of the cook, who eyed him with a mixture of relief and worry.
"I'm not sure it's a good idea to see Mr. Luthor right now," she told him.
"No?" Clark felt his heart sink. "Something wrong?"
"It's just that he's... he's got a little hangover -- and his mood is rather foul."
Clark eyed the trey on the kitchen counter. "His?"
"Yes, I was about to bring it up into his bedroom."
Clark gave his most winning smile -- watching any reluctance fade from her features. Ok, so Clark wasn't above using his charm -- so what? He had it and so rarely put it to use and this was important. If Lex was in a bad mood -- Clark would do anything to cheer him up. Anything. Besides, he'd learned a thing or two from hanging around Lex. If he remembered correctly, Lex had once mentioned that the best way to persuade people to do what you want them to, is to let them think it's their own idea. Clark had thought it sounded cold and cynical back then, but he could see what Lex had meant. It wasn't as if Clark intended to use it for his own benefit -- it was solely for Lex.
"I...," she hesitated for a moment, "would you be a dear and bring it up to him?"
Clark pretended to think about it for a second. "Yeah, sure -- I'd love to." Taking the tray, he hurried as fast as he dared up the stairs. Having no trouble finding the bedroom, he knocked lightly on the door.
"Yes?"
Clark winced. The voice was cold, abrupt and really sounded like Lex didn't want to be disturbed. Clark took a deep breath and entered the room. He noticed with a concealed grin the emotions crossing Lex's face before his features twisted into a pale mirror of his usual smile.
"Clark, what a surprise..."
If he was remembering anything, he didn't let it show. Clark was disappointed, but determined. Oh no you don't, Lex -- You're the one who started this -- don't for one second think I'll let you get away with an amnesia act. "I just wanted to check up on you -- you were rather... tipsy last night."
"Tipsy?" A mixture of disbelief and a little embarrassment colored Lex's voice.
Clark couldn't help feeling he was getting somewhere as he watched Lex's eyes roam all over his body. God, Clark shifted a little, the jeans were a lot tighter than he'd remembered and the t-shirt had left no room for a undershirt. Control, Clark, control... Clark forced his smile a little wider. You need to be sure he's really watching... Oh yeah, he is.
So Clark chose the perfect moment to continue toward the bed -- watching Lex's eyes widen and his tongue flicker out to wet his lips. Clark felt like doing a little dance of victory, though his price wasn't safe yet. Now that would take a lot more. How to...? Ah. Clark went to sit on Lex's bed, watching his friend's stunned features, as he put the tray down on the bedside table. Shrugging out of his shirt, Clark made a decision. As it was, he could either play it safe and slow -- in which case Lex would at some point gain the upper hand -- and nothing would happen. Or... or Clark could just make sure Lex wouldn't find his balance anytime soon.
Leaning forward, watching Lex's surprised face through lowered eyelashes. Come on, Clark! The man gave you a blowjob last night -- kissing him can't be that difficult. It wasn't -- and it was. Clark almost panicked when Lex stayed perfectly still, not returning the kiss -- but not trying to pull away either. When Clark pulled back, the look of stunned wonder on Lex's face was worth an entire month of daily chores -- that was for sure. Ok, so this was the point where all this had to pass the test... "I better get back to the farm..." He stood and moved toward the door.
Turning with one hand on the doorknob, Clark was amazed to see no change to Lex's look. Well, maybe a little -- disbelief seemed to have been added. Clark pulled the door open, then turned to face Lex again. "You might want to brush your teeth -- you tasted a lot better last night." Closing the door behind him, Clark almost laughed out loud at the sputtered "What!?" that followed him out.
Clark went to lean against the wall opposite the door -- and he felt the urge to shout in victory and pump his fist in the air when the doorknob was twisted to open the door, then Lex swore on the other side. Clark frowned, but a moment later the door was torn open and Lex stormed out, trying to struggle into a soft blue bathrobe. He didn't see Clark who pushed away from the wall at the same moment, which meant he ended up in Clark's arms, looking more than a little bewildered.
"Clark... what?"
And Clark just held on -- not too hard, but firmly enough to let Lex know that he wasn't going to let go, smiling down at Lex.
"Did something... did I...?" Lex swallowed visibly, trying to pull the robe closed, which was impossible with him pressed flush against Clark. "Nothing happened..." Lex was clearly trying to convince himself.
"If you say so..." Clark refused to relent his hold, moving slightly against Lex, feeling as much as hearing Lex's breathing becoming faster. Unconsciously Lex's hands slid around his waist, pressing against the small of his back, urging him to go faster.
"...not... place... for..."
And Clark had to agree, though he hated the thought of stopping. Deciding not to, his hands slipped down to cup Lex's ass, lifting him, urging him to... yes! Lex's legs wrapped around him and Clark moved quickly into the bedroom, nibbling at Lex's throat, kicking the door shut behind them.
"Clark... where...?"
"Bathroom, shower..." Clark moaned as Lex's legs tightened around his waist, "and you still need to brush your teeth."
Lex's fingers dug into his shoulders, his body twisting in Clark's grip as Clark caught a little skin between his teeth and bit down. Not enough to draw blood, not really enough to hurt, but enough to bruise the skin and draw a mewling sound from Lex's lips.
Some part of Clark's mind dryly stated that it was a good thing that he was invulnerable the way Lex was sucking and biting his neck.. Love bites like that would be hard to explain. Lex, on the other hand, Lex would wear dress shirts, so bruising the skin where neck and shoulder met would mean that he'd have to keep his shirts buttoned -- all the way -- or show it off to the world. The thought alone had Clark grinning, all the way into the bathroom.
Putting Lex down in front of the mirror, Clark handed him the toothbrush and paste, then turned to the shower to start the water. As Clark turned he found Lex staring at him while brushing his teeth with mechanically slow movements. Clark stepped over to him and whispered in his ear, while un-tugging his own t-shirt. "Hurry up."
Lex never broke eye contact, but he did speed up. Surprise still evident on his face, though it was slowly mixing with other things. Things that made heat coil in Clark's stomach, tentacles of fire spiraling, wrapping themselves around his spine.
Slowly, so very slowly, Clark toed off his shoes and socks, to stand bare feet on the tiled floor. It wasn't cold -- figures Lex would have a heated bathroom floor. Pulling up his shirt, Clark paused, his face hidden behind it, risking the use of his x-ray vision to watch Lex... watch Lex eyeing him with a hunger that should scare him... but strangely didn't -- if anything it made the last of the blood in his brains rush south to pool in his already painfully hard erection. Clark blinked hard as his vision blurred back to normal -- it was impossible to keep his x-ray vision going when he couldn't concentrate on anything but the growing need to have Lex.
The shirt fell to the floor and Lex stopped brushing, his hands falling to his sides, though he was still chewing on the tooth brush.
Clark smiled broadly while he stepped forward, hoping that common sense wouldn't kick in just now -- because he was still silently wondering how he'd found the courage to do this. Lex. Lex had told him not to let him forget, to make sure that he'd remember... Another step and Clark reached around Lex, grabbing the cup on the sink, filling it with water. All the while very well aware of how close they were standing, especially when the edges of Lex's bathrobe, still hanging open, brushed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Pulling back a little, Clark took the tooth brush out of Lex's mouth and handed him the cup.
Lex blinked a little confused a few times, then put the cup to his lips, finally breaking eye contact to turn and spit it out. The cup was placed on the sink as he turned back to Clark. "Clark... what exactly do you..."
That was about as far as he got before Clark kissed him, trapping him against the sink. '*Make* me remember...' Those had been Lex's words, so Clark put every ounce of enthusiasm into the kiss, sighing mentally when Lex's lips finally parted under his.
Panting Clark pulled back, watching Lex's face and he couldn't quite help smiling smugly. Eyes closed, red, swollen lips lightly parted. Now that was a sight Clark could seriously get used to seeing -- maybe even crave.
Lex's hands slid up his neck, tangling in Clark's hair, pulling him forward. And Clark knew his own control, his power, was slipping. Lex obviously didn't want to be submissive, to let go and just accept what Clark offered. As if he preferred to take instead.
Not that Clark really minded, but his short brush with power and control of this just wouldn't leave him alone. He let Lex have his will and allowed him to take over the kissing and... wow... just... wow. Slick heat searched Clark's mouth and thinking clearly was becoming difficult again, especially as Clark's own body told him that it really wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. He pushed Lex's robe down and off the slim shoulders -- and Lex didn't even seem to notice, too caught up in showing Clark just *how* good a kiss could be.
And it was good -- no doubt about it, making Clark's body tingle, tickle... like ants moving beneath his skin. It wasn't unpleasant... but almost too much.
Lex gives a low squeak ending in a moan, as Clark made sure his grip on Lex's ass was firm, as he lifted him up to sit on the table next to the sink. It was hard for Clark to do what he was trying to -- namely unbutton his jeans and push them down, he kicked them off along with his briefs. He stepped forward again and... Oh God! Skin against skin -- chest to chest before was nothing compared to this -- as Lex wrapped his legs around Clark's waist again.
It was a total assault on Clark's ability to think. Strange and intoxicating feel of Lex's cock rubbing against Clark's abdomen. The absolute high of his own erection involved in the most perfect friction -- created against Lex's ass.
Both men were breathing heavily through their noses, neither interested in letting go. Clark's tightened his hold on Lex and pulled him as close as possible, lifting him off the table again, turning and walking over to the shower, the rough, writhing movement as Lex tried to squirm, to gain the upper hand, to get some kind of release.
Under the warm spray and Clark could never have imagined anything like this. As he slowly sunk to his knees, still moving against Lex, moving with him... whatever... And Clark had Lex on his back on the warm tiles, still kissing hard enough to bruise, still clinging to each other like the world would come to an end if they ever let go.
Clark tried to hold back for as long as possible. Except the pressure was building fast and somewhere inside him, he couldn't help feeling victorious as Lex's body shuddered and something hot and slick spread on his belly. And that was all he had time to notice as his own orgasm hit him. Harder than Lex's car had hit him the day they'd met the first time, harder, and in some ways more painful than the day Lex had shot him -- repeatedly.
Slowing down their movements, Clark somehow found the strength to sit up, pulling Lex with him into his lap. Low murmurs meaning nothing and everything as they kept kissing and touching, basking in the warm afterglow, hot spray of water cascading down over them. Finally reduced to light petting and the world around them was slowly seeping back.
"Clark?" Lex was lazily nuzzling Clark's neck.
"Yeah?" They'd just... oh. Oh! Clark smiled against Lex's temple. That was just... cool.
"What the hell did I do to you last night?" Lex pulled back, looking seriously into Clark's eyes.
"What do you mean?" Clark was genuinely puzzled.
"This came as a... surprise. Don't get me wrong -- I'm very much for you being impulsive."
Clark nuzzled Lex's neck, sucking on his earlobe, grinning as he whispered: "You showed me the art blowjobs in fancy cars..."
"Oh..."
"Yeah. Lex?"
"Mmm?"
Clark couldn't quite help the mischief in his voice. "Anything else you wanna show me?"
"Like?" Lex's voice cracked.
"Umm, things involving that huge bed of yours?"
Lex moved fast, untangling them, getting to his feet and pulling impatiently at Clark's arm to make him stand as well. Without another word, he pulled Clark with him back toward the bedroom.
And Clark laughed. He was fairly sure he'd never felt this good before. Though somehow he was sure there'd be other highs shortly -- no doubt about it.
The End
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Yeah, wet boys... heh. Nice image, huh? ^_~
Well, Lex is cute when he's all noble, but really, Clark knows best *g*
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Come on! I need to work on the dungeon one -- I can't keep doing sequels >_<
I promise you, you'll like it <pleading>
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Well I suppose ::sigh:: considering the Dungeon one if a response to my challenge. :) Love you Xim!
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Mmmm ... Wet boys ... yum! I like this muchly.
Though somehow he was sure there'd be other highs shortly -- no doubt about it.
The End
The end??? With a promise like that? No way ...
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Oh, come on -- I wanna write other stories >_< I *am* writing other stories. I'll make it up to you with the current one -- and all I will say here is: It's another challenge -- and it takes place in the dungeon we *know* is somewhere in that old castle...
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And yea for challenges. I'm actually reading Truth or Dare *right now*. So far the SmallvilleThree are channel surfing but I have HIGH hopes for this one.
So yes. Write other stories. Write *more* stories.
I'm becoming a minion.
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Smart Clark, pushing just so far and then making Lex come to him. And yes, shower sex. Mmm.
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And shower sex... heh, speaks for itself.
I'm glad you found it... satisfying. That means my current mission was successful -- to share some sexy shower fun *g*
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Um, yeah? (Oh deja-vu - isn't that normally my question to you?? ^_~)
*Wailing* but I have too many plot bunnies!! And this one went on for longer than I'd expected. Besides, I need to concentrate on the dungeon-fic I'm doing as one of Ghini Tynant's (http://www.livejournal.com/users/tstar78) challenges. -- so I'm saving the more... graphic stuff for that one <eg>
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