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What is it with me and challenges?
I just can't say no? ^_~
So, Amy more or less issued a challenge -- start off with the sentence: "On your knees..."
Which I did ^_^ -- it's sorta untitled for now, but I'm sure a title will come a long -- even considered naming it after one of the posters in the latest video by The Ark "In Lust We Trust" ^_^ -- So sue me, I have a weakness for The Ark.
SERIES: Um, it kinda multiplied, so there will be a sequel >_<
FANDOM: Smallville
PAIRING: Clark/Lex
SUMMARY: Answer to Amy's 'On Your Knees...' challenge
RATING: R/NC-17
"On your knees, Clark."
Lex swayed on his feet and, as surprised as Clark was at the words, he still reacted by reaching out and steadying his friend. He tried to ignore the other guests at the party as they watched him and Lex with growing interest.
"Jeez, Lex. How much have you had to drink?" Since he'd called Clark, asking him to come pick him up - it would have to have been quite a lot.
"I'm *not* drunk." Lex answered, indignantly, while, and Clark could have sworn it was impossible, but Lex actually seemed to be pouting. Lex tried for a stern look, utterly missing it as he broke down giggling - very undignified for a twenty-one-year-old, but kinda... cute, Clark thought, as he caught Lex before he fell over.
Lex staggered slightly, then leaned heavily on Clark. Against Clark. Ok, pressed against was probably closer to the truth, groping... would pretty much be bulls-eye, as Clark nearly jumped at the feel of Lex's hand tightening on his ass. Clark swallowed hard, trying to keep a straight face. I just hope... Clark thought. Ok, the whispered amusement told him it *hadn't* gone unnoticed. And Clark wondered why he hadn't taken a step away from Lex - to break contact, because Lex's left hand was still on his ass, kneading it. Another swallow, as Clark realized that *some* parts of his body seemed delighted by it.
"I mean it Clark. Get on your knees and smphhh mmmph kmphh."
Clark had moved fast enough to clasp his hand over Lex's mouth just in time, but he couldn't help the heat spreading to his cheeks. Deciding he'd been sufficiently humiliated for one night, he scanned Lex with his x-ray vision, seriously, he was just looking for the keys - completely ignoring anything else... Hah, left pocket in the tight... was that... um... leather? Clark slid his hand into the pocket, then stopped, wondering what shade of red his face had taken, as Lex's breath became faster, shorter... Ok, so Lex dressed left... He really hadn't needed that information. He quickly pulled the keys out of the pocket, telling himself that Lex hadn't let out a disappointed moan at the loss of contact with Clark's hand...
Something tickled the palm of his hand. God! Lex wasn't actually... Oh. Oh! Soft wet probing against the palm of his hand and Clark gave Lex a warning glance only to be rewarded with twinkling eyes and the curve of a smile against his hand. Before Lex could say or do anything to further Clark's embarrassed state, Clark removed his hand, picked him up, cradling him like a baby. One arm around Lex's back, another under his knees. "Come on, Cinderella, it's midnight and your coach is awaiting you." It wasn't really that hard. Lex didn't weigh that much. Clark frowned; his mother was right, Lex needed to put on some weight.
Surprise and lust met him, as he looked into Lex's eyes.
"If I'm Cinderella, what does that make you... Clark?" he asked in a loud theatrical whisper. Smiling and not expecting an answer, Lex simply sighed, closed his eyes and leaned into Clark, burying his face against Clark's neck.
"Leaving so soon, Lex?"
Clark turned to look at a tall blonde woman, dressed to literally kill, in a dress that revealed a hell of a lot more than it concealed. Hot bursts of air against his neck as Lex answered, not lifting his head from Clark's shoulder. "Yeah, nice party, Jocelyn."
"Anytime Lex, anytime... and next time?" She gave Clark an appreciative once-over. "Bring your friend."
"Nah-ah," Lex chuckled, "he's mine." A loud yawn. "All mine, right Clark?"
Clark just wished the earth would open up and swallow him. God! This was embarrassing. "I... I better get him home." Clark all but fled the house, making his way toward the parked cars. His relieved sigh turned into a moan as a wet tongue rasped against the sensitive skin right below his ear. "Lex!" Clark was so surprised he almost dropped him.
"God, Clark!" Loud whisper in his ear, the breath tickling. "You taste soooo good." Clark almost stumbled. It was difficult walking with a hard-on, so he dreaded the thought of the ride home, wishing he had something to cover his lap.
"Lex, please!" Clark staggered again, not because of the weight in his arms, but Lex's insistent licking and sucking on his neck sent jolts of excitement through his body.
"Mmm." Lex's hand came up, fingers carding through Clark's hair. Breathing hard, Clark felt like it took forever to find Lex's car. Oh! Of course! Pressing the remote for the alarm system, a black Ferrari chirped a little, off to the left.
Clark put Lex back on his feet as he opened the passenger door. He squirmed a little as Lex kept touching him, hands sliding up under Clark's shirt. And no, he hadn't bothered with t-shirt under his long-sleeved, thin sweatshirt. And God, was he paying for it. "Lex, dammit, stop that."
Lex staggered back, a wounded expression on his face. "What? You..." Looking crestfallen, Lex just stood there, shoulders hunched, head bowed and eyes closed. "You don't like me," he whispered, rubbing his eyes like a little child.
As Clark reached out, somewhere, deep in his mind, a voice was screaming, demanding to know just what the hell he thought he was doing. Lex had taken his words like a rejection... Looking back, the words and the state Lex was in... he could kick himself. "Lex, no..." Swallowing hard, he tried to continue without his voice breaking. "Lex I do... like you, it's just..." Just what, Clark Jerome Kent? It's not like you don't want it, it's not like you haven't thought about it. It wasn't as if anyone could *not* see and understand the way Lex looked at him, even when he was sober. "I just don't want you doing something you might regret in the morning -- you're a little -- tipsy."
Lex suddenly smiled and stepped back into Clark's personal space. "That's ok, Clark..." He leaned into him and nuzzled Clark's throat. "I've wanted you for a long time -- I'm sorry I needed to get a little... tipsy before telling you."
"Lex..." God, it was hard to think with Lex petting his sides and the small licks applied to his neck. Suddenly Clark found his own hands travelling up up Lex's back, under the tight shirt, as if they had a will of their own.
Small, almost thoughtful licks were put along his jaw, quick, careful bites at the corner of his mouth, Lex's breath hot against his lips. Clark closed his eyes, revelling in the the feel of it, realizing how lost his cause was. "Lex, I need to know that you'll feel the same in the morning." How he hated the needy note in his voice, laced with want.
"If I tell you otherwise, don't believe me, Clark -- I've wanted you since day one."
"Oh. You mean... you really..." Clark tried to relax his body, unconciously leaning into Lex's touch. It was assuring to hear Lex's voice lose some of the drunken slur.
"Do I want you? Oh yeah." Without any hesitation, Lex grabbed his hand and placed it over his crotch.
Clark's breath caught in his throat as he instintively squeezed the erection straining the soft leather. Lex's moan and thrust against his hand was almost enough for Clark give up and come in his jeans. This just wasn't the right place for it. A dark parking lot where anyone could walk in on them... "Lex... I... we need to... go home..."
"By all means, Clark, if you say so," Lex answered and pulled back, Clark's hand dropping to his side.
"It's not easy driving with... well, you're giving me a hard time." Clark groaned internally. Oh man, that was... bad choice of words and he hadn't meant to say that out loud.
"Really?" Lex looked up, unconsciously licking his lips, staring at Clark's crotch.
"Uh-huh." Ok, so Clark didn't trust his voice anymore. It wasn't fair, even drunk and aroused, Lex could still string together coherent sentences. Clark couldn't. And he was painfully sober. He cleared his throat and tried anyway, quite relieved as he managed a full sentence. "I would say it's fairly obvious." If they were going there - why hold back? And come tomorrow? Even if Lex would claim he didn't remember... Well, Lex had said that if he didn't, Clark shouldn't believe him, right?
Clark was thoroughly distracted, as Lex was suddenly in his personal space again, up close and personal. And. Kissing. Him. Soft, wet lips, tongue probing as Clark parted his lips without a second thought. He'd meant to say something, seriously, he had. The only thing, however, to escape him, was a long throaty moan and a whimper as Lex pulled back, a look of utmost delight on his face.
"Clark..." Lex leaned against him, head on his shoulder and eyes closed.
Clark was a little alarmed at the shivers running through the lean body.
"You ok, Lex?" Clark asked breathlessly. He hoped Lex was, because Clark certainly didn't feel ok. As much as he'd thought about and played with the thought of this actually happening, there were all sorts of things coming to mind that spoke against this taking place. Lex was his friend. His parents wouldn't like it. His other friends probably wouldn't either. He doubted very much Lex's father would just sit back and ignore the fact that his son was... debauching teenage boys. Oddly, the thing that worried him the least was that Lex was a guy. What bothered him the most was that Lex wasn't sober, even with Lex's reassurance Clark couldn't help the nagging doubt. No matter how much he wanted this, he also realized that it would hurt beyond anything he could imagine, if Lex rejected him the next day.
When Lex didn't answer, Clark continued. "So if you tell me in the morning you don't remember... this?"
"*Make* me remember, Clark, please?" The needy tone made Clark shiver.
'Make me remember...' Clark could work with that -- it wasn't like he'd let Lex get away now. "Ok," he whispered back, stroking Lex's back.
"And I'm fine, don't worry," Lex finally sighed contentedly. They stood there in silence for a moment, then Lex pulled back, hands still possessively on Clark's hips. "A blowjob for your thoughts, farm boy," Lex nibbled at his earlobe.
"Lex!"
"Well, if you refuse to give me one, I thought I'd offer you one instead." The look on Lex's face, the smile, could only be described as absolute evil. "Besides, like you said, it's difficult to drive with this..." Lex moved faster than Clark expected, cupping the bulge in Clark's jeans.
"Fuck! Lex..."
"I thought you'd never ask, Clark..." Lex ground against him, kissing him again. "But I think we should start off slowly."
Clark found himself pushed through the open door of the parked car, laying across the seats. And Lex? Lex was deftly unbuttoning Clark's jeans. As embarrassed as he was, Clark had to admit to himself that it felt good being out of the restraints of his jeans. Oh yeah, and the feeling of Lex's hands on his cock? Indescribable...
Closing his eyes, Clark shuddered with each stroke. His body went rigid as he suddenly felt wet warmth encaging him. Forcing his eyes open again, he looked down the length of his body -- and sure enough, Lex was... Clark shut his eyes again, feeling hysteric laughter bubbling inside. Lex had been serious. It wasn't that Clark didn't know the idea of a blowjob, it was more that he'd never imagined his first being flat on his back in an car that cost more than the farm he lived on and he'd sure as hell not imagined the bald head bopping up and down. Ok, he'd sorta imagined it -- but that wasn't the point here! It had been safe fantasies in the dark night, in the hot loft of the barn. That was all -- fantasies. This, however, was hotter than anything Clark's overactive teenage imagination could've ever come up with.
The sensation of hot, wet suction was driving him crazy. Clark whimpered as Lex did something with his tongue, pressure, rough licks to the underside of his shaft as Lex pulled back. Heat and pressure as he came back down. Shocks of pure electricity as another swallow had Lex's throat clenching around the head of Clark's cock. And then -- white heat searing across the inside of his eyelids, blinding him, making him wonder if the world had come to a stop -- or maybe spun out of control for a second -- a minute -- or perhaps an eternity.
A soft chuckle brought him back to reality. "You alive, Clark?" The grin widened as Clark pushed up on his elbows. "You look... a little debauched." Lex licked his lips, and as impossible as it might sound, slid into the car, covering Clark's body with his own -- and Clark was happy he wasn't claustrophobic. What was it with Lex and small sports cars? The rest drowned when Lex kissed him again. Slow strokes of tongue inside his mouth, and Clark wondered for a split second if he should feel grossed out by Lex kissing him right after he'd... then again, the added tangy flavour wasn't bad -- and Clark feared he'd get hard again in very little time.
Clark was relieved when Lex drew back, though some of him was a little disappointed. Well, some of his body parts were very disappointed, but Clark tried hard not to think about it. He wouldn't mind trying this again, but as he worked to get into the driver's seat, he decided that a big, wide bed would be a better place. Clark felt heat rush into his face. The thought of what kind of bed Lex had at the mansion -- well, safe to say -- those weren't the images he needed right now -- not if he was supposed to get them both home in one piece.
Lex slumped into the passenger seat, sighing as he slid down a little, propping his feet on the dashboard. "Was it good for you too?"
Clark almost choked, but the smirk on Lex's face was kinda catchy and within seconds he found himself grinning stupidly back. Stupidly and happily, laughter bubbling inside -- no longer hysteric, but much more relaxed, sated. "Um... Lex are you...?" It suddenly crossed Clark's mind that Lex had to be... um... in a rather... He took a deep breath. Clark Jerome Kent, you've just had your first blowjob. And by a guy. You should be capable of voicing the question here.
Lex beat him to it, however. "You mean do I need to get off too?" Lex looked with the kind of curious intensity that you find in people who've had a little too much to drink. He was studying his own crotch. "I don't think so..." he squirmed a little in the seat. "Now that hasn't happened in years."
"What?" Clark was beginning to question his friend's sanity.
"I think I need to clean up when we get home."
Oh. Oh! Clark didn't quite know if he should be embarrassed or pleased. The latter, however, seemed to be winning as he smiled smugly.
They drove the rest of the way in silence, finally pulling up in front of the mansion after half an hour's drive. Clark smiled as he noticed Lex had fallen asleep with a small satisfied smirk on his lips. And Clark could see it now. See that Lex was only twenty one -- not that much older than himself. Well wised in the ways of the world, but definitely not that much older -- and much more vulnerable.
He went around the car, opened the door and carefully lifted Lex out. As he reached for the door it opened in front of him. Lex's cook looked at them, sleepily, but still smiling. "I thought I heard a car." The older woman opened the door fully to let him in.
Clark merely nodded. After all this time, he still wasn't used to the help Lex had around the mansion.
"Can you bring him to bed, dear?" She gestured at the stairs and Clark nodded. Bed. Right. Lex's bed... right. Clark wasn't entirely sure how he got them to Lex's bedroom but in the end it didn't matter. What did matter was putting Lex on the bed. Pulling of his shoes, undoing his shirt, button by button. As Clark gently pulled the shirt off Lex, he blushed a little at the contented sigh that escaped Lex. The pants came off fairly easy, though Clark could see what Lex had meant when he'd said he'd need to clean up when he got home. A split second decision and Clark was in the bathroom. Letting the water run warm, he soaked a washcloth and went back to the bed. Lex was sprawled on his back just like Clark had left him. Clark blushed again as he noticed Lex was wearing a thong. That was just... wrong...? But hot too. Definitely hot. Had someone turned up the heat in there? Steeling himself and removing the ... thong, trying to keep a clear mind while he cleaned up Lex.
The idea was noble, of course, but Clark was panting by the time he'd finished. Why, oh why, am I doing this? Clark closed his eyes, then grinned. Well, even if Lex couldn't remember anything come morning, Clark was now sure about all those looks Lex had been giving him. And even if Lex denied everything -- well, Clark knew more than enough to push the issue -- and get what he'd been afraid to ask for. Pulling the covers up over Lex's shoulders, Clark went back downstairs, letting himself out. He'd have plenty of time to get his chores done at home -- and even wait for the call from his parents from their family visit in Metropolis he *knew* he'd be receiving in the morning. So, chores, phone call -- and making sure Lex didn't get away now that Clark knew what he'd be missing if he did.
TBC
So, Amy more or less issued a challenge -- start off with the sentence: "On your knees..."
Which I did ^_^ -- it's sorta untitled for now, but I'm sure a title will come a long -- even considered naming it after one of the posters in the latest video by The Ark "In Lust We Trust" ^_^ -- So sue me, I have a weakness for The Ark.
SERIES: Um, it kinda multiplied, so there will be a sequel >_<
FANDOM: Smallville
PAIRING: Clark/Lex
SUMMARY: Answer to Amy's 'On Your Knees...' challenge
RATING: R/NC-17
"On your knees, Clark."
Lex swayed on his feet and, as surprised as Clark was at the words, he still reacted by reaching out and steadying his friend. He tried to ignore the other guests at the party as they watched him and Lex with growing interest.
"Jeez, Lex. How much have you had to drink?" Since he'd called Clark, asking him to come pick him up - it would have to have been quite a lot.
"I'm *not* drunk." Lex answered, indignantly, while, and Clark could have sworn it was impossible, but Lex actually seemed to be pouting. Lex tried for a stern look, utterly missing it as he broke down giggling - very undignified for a twenty-one-year-old, but kinda... cute, Clark thought, as he caught Lex before he fell over.
Lex staggered slightly, then leaned heavily on Clark. Against Clark. Ok, pressed against was probably closer to the truth, groping... would pretty much be bulls-eye, as Clark nearly jumped at the feel of Lex's hand tightening on his ass. Clark swallowed hard, trying to keep a straight face. I just hope... Clark thought. Ok, the whispered amusement told him it *hadn't* gone unnoticed. And Clark wondered why he hadn't taken a step away from Lex - to break contact, because Lex's left hand was still on his ass, kneading it. Another swallow, as Clark realized that *some* parts of his body seemed delighted by it.
"I mean it Clark. Get on your knees and smphhh mmmph kmphh."
Clark had moved fast enough to clasp his hand over Lex's mouth just in time, but he couldn't help the heat spreading to his cheeks. Deciding he'd been sufficiently humiliated for one night, he scanned Lex with his x-ray vision, seriously, he was just looking for the keys - completely ignoring anything else... Hah, left pocket in the tight... was that... um... leather? Clark slid his hand into the pocket, then stopped, wondering what shade of red his face had taken, as Lex's breath became faster, shorter... Ok, so Lex dressed left... He really hadn't needed that information. He quickly pulled the keys out of the pocket, telling himself that Lex hadn't let out a disappointed moan at the loss of contact with Clark's hand...
Something tickled the palm of his hand. God! Lex wasn't actually... Oh. Oh! Soft wet probing against the palm of his hand and Clark gave Lex a warning glance only to be rewarded with twinkling eyes and the curve of a smile against his hand. Before Lex could say or do anything to further Clark's embarrassed state, Clark removed his hand, picked him up, cradling him like a baby. One arm around Lex's back, another under his knees. "Come on, Cinderella, it's midnight and your coach is awaiting you." It wasn't really that hard. Lex didn't weigh that much. Clark frowned; his mother was right, Lex needed to put on some weight.
Surprise and lust met him, as he looked into Lex's eyes.
"If I'm Cinderella, what does that make you... Clark?" he asked in a loud theatrical whisper. Smiling and not expecting an answer, Lex simply sighed, closed his eyes and leaned into Clark, burying his face against Clark's neck.
"Leaving so soon, Lex?"
Clark turned to look at a tall blonde woman, dressed to literally kill, in a dress that revealed a hell of a lot more than it concealed. Hot bursts of air against his neck as Lex answered, not lifting his head from Clark's shoulder. "Yeah, nice party, Jocelyn."
"Anytime Lex, anytime... and next time?" She gave Clark an appreciative once-over. "Bring your friend."
"Nah-ah," Lex chuckled, "he's mine." A loud yawn. "All mine, right Clark?"
Clark just wished the earth would open up and swallow him. God! This was embarrassing. "I... I better get him home." Clark all but fled the house, making his way toward the parked cars. His relieved sigh turned into a moan as a wet tongue rasped against the sensitive skin right below his ear. "Lex!" Clark was so surprised he almost dropped him.
"God, Clark!" Loud whisper in his ear, the breath tickling. "You taste soooo good." Clark almost stumbled. It was difficult walking with a hard-on, so he dreaded the thought of the ride home, wishing he had something to cover his lap.
"Lex, please!" Clark staggered again, not because of the weight in his arms, but Lex's insistent licking and sucking on his neck sent jolts of excitement through his body.
"Mmm." Lex's hand came up, fingers carding through Clark's hair. Breathing hard, Clark felt like it took forever to find Lex's car. Oh! Of course! Pressing the remote for the alarm system, a black Ferrari chirped a little, off to the left.
Clark put Lex back on his feet as he opened the passenger door. He squirmed a little as Lex kept touching him, hands sliding up under Clark's shirt. And no, he hadn't bothered with t-shirt under his long-sleeved, thin sweatshirt. And God, was he paying for it. "Lex, dammit, stop that."
Lex staggered back, a wounded expression on his face. "What? You..." Looking crestfallen, Lex just stood there, shoulders hunched, head bowed and eyes closed. "You don't like me," he whispered, rubbing his eyes like a little child.
As Clark reached out, somewhere, deep in his mind, a voice was screaming, demanding to know just what the hell he thought he was doing. Lex had taken his words like a rejection... Looking back, the words and the state Lex was in... he could kick himself. "Lex, no..." Swallowing hard, he tried to continue without his voice breaking. "Lex I do... like you, it's just..." Just what, Clark Jerome Kent? It's not like you don't want it, it's not like you haven't thought about it. It wasn't as if anyone could *not* see and understand the way Lex looked at him, even when he was sober. "I just don't want you doing something you might regret in the morning -- you're a little -- tipsy."
Lex suddenly smiled and stepped back into Clark's personal space. "That's ok, Clark..." He leaned into him and nuzzled Clark's throat. "I've wanted you for a long time -- I'm sorry I needed to get a little... tipsy before telling you."
"Lex..." God, it was hard to think with Lex petting his sides and the small licks applied to his neck. Suddenly Clark found his own hands travelling up up Lex's back, under the tight shirt, as if they had a will of their own.
Small, almost thoughtful licks were put along his jaw, quick, careful bites at the corner of his mouth, Lex's breath hot against his lips. Clark closed his eyes, revelling in the the feel of it, realizing how lost his cause was. "Lex, I need to know that you'll feel the same in the morning." How he hated the needy note in his voice, laced with want.
"If I tell you otherwise, don't believe me, Clark -- I've wanted you since day one."
"Oh. You mean... you really..." Clark tried to relax his body, unconciously leaning into Lex's touch. It was assuring to hear Lex's voice lose some of the drunken slur.
"Do I want you? Oh yeah." Without any hesitation, Lex grabbed his hand and placed it over his crotch.
Clark's breath caught in his throat as he instintively squeezed the erection straining the soft leather. Lex's moan and thrust against his hand was almost enough for Clark give up and come in his jeans. This just wasn't the right place for it. A dark parking lot where anyone could walk in on them... "Lex... I... we need to... go home..."
"By all means, Clark, if you say so," Lex answered and pulled back, Clark's hand dropping to his side.
"It's not easy driving with... well, you're giving me a hard time." Clark groaned internally. Oh man, that was... bad choice of words and he hadn't meant to say that out loud.
"Really?" Lex looked up, unconsciously licking his lips, staring at Clark's crotch.
"Uh-huh." Ok, so Clark didn't trust his voice anymore. It wasn't fair, even drunk and aroused, Lex could still string together coherent sentences. Clark couldn't. And he was painfully sober. He cleared his throat and tried anyway, quite relieved as he managed a full sentence. "I would say it's fairly obvious." If they were going there - why hold back? And come tomorrow? Even if Lex would claim he didn't remember... Well, Lex had said that if he didn't, Clark shouldn't believe him, right?
Clark was thoroughly distracted, as Lex was suddenly in his personal space again, up close and personal. And. Kissing. Him. Soft, wet lips, tongue probing as Clark parted his lips without a second thought. He'd meant to say something, seriously, he had. The only thing, however, to escape him, was a long throaty moan and a whimper as Lex pulled back, a look of utmost delight on his face.
"Clark..." Lex leaned against him, head on his shoulder and eyes closed.
Clark was a little alarmed at the shivers running through the lean body.
"You ok, Lex?" Clark asked breathlessly. He hoped Lex was, because Clark certainly didn't feel ok. As much as he'd thought about and played with the thought of this actually happening, there were all sorts of things coming to mind that spoke against this taking place. Lex was his friend. His parents wouldn't like it. His other friends probably wouldn't either. He doubted very much Lex's father would just sit back and ignore the fact that his son was... debauching teenage boys. Oddly, the thing that worried him the least was that Lex was a guy. What bothered him the most was that Lex wasn't sober, even with Lex's reassurance Clark couldn't help the nagging doubt. No matter how much he wanted this, he also realized that it would hurt beyond anything he could imagine, if Lex rejected him the next day.
When Lex didn't answer, Clark continued. "So if you tell me in the morning you don't remember... this?"
"*Make* me remember, Clark, please?" The needy tone made Clark shiver.
'Make me remember...' Clark could work with that -- it wasn't like he'd let Lex get away now. "Ok," he whispered back, stroking Lex's back.
"And I'm fine, don't worry," Lex finally sighed contentedly. They stood there in silence for a moment, then Lex pulled back, hands still possessively on Clark's hips. "A blowjob for your thoughts, farm boy," Lex nibbled at his earlobe.
"Lex!"
"Well, if you refuse to give me one, I thought I'd offer you one instead." The look on Lex's face, the smile, could only be described as absolute evil. "Besides, like you said, it's difficult to drive with this..." Lex moved faster than Clark expected, cupping the bulge in Clark's jeans.
"Fuck! Lex..."
"I thought you'd never ask, Clark..." Lex ground against him, kissing him again. "But I think we should start off slowly."
Clark found himself pushed through the open door of the parked car, laying across the seats. And Lex? Lex was deftly unbuttoning Clark's jeans. As embarrassed as he was, Clark had to admit to himself that it felt good being out of the restraints of his jeans. Oh yeah, and the feeling of Lex's hands on his cock? Indescribable...
Closing his eyes, Clark shuddered with each stroke. His body went rigid as he suddenly felt wet warmth encaging him. Forcing his eyes open again, he looked down the length of his body -- and sure enough, Lex was... Clark shut his eyes again, feeling hysteric laughter bubbling inside. Lex had been serious. It wasn't that Clark didn't know the idea of a blowjob, it was more that he'd never imagined his first being flat on his back in an car that cost more than the farm he lived on and he'd sure as hell not imagined the bald head bopping up and down. Ok, he'd sorta imagined it -- but that wasn't the point here! It had been safe fantasies in the dark night, in the hot loft of the barn. That was all -- fantasies. This, however, was hotter than anything Clark's overactive teenage imagination could've ever come up with.
The sensation of hot, wet suction was driving him crazy. Clark whimpered as Lex did something with his tongue, pressure, rough licks to the underside of his shaft as Lex pulled back. Heat and pressure as he came back down. Shocks of pure electricity as another swallow had Lex's throat clenching around the head of Clark's cock. And then -- white heat searing across the inside of his eyelids, blinding him, making him wonder if the world had come to a stop -- or maybe spun out of control for a second -- a minute -- or perhaps an eternity.
A soft chuckle brought him back to reality. "You alive, Clark?" The grin widened as Clark pushed up on his elbows. "You look... a little debauched." Lex licked his lips, and as impossible as it might sound, slid into the car, covering Clark's body with his own -- and Clark was happy he wasn't claustrophobic. What was it with Lex and small sports cars? The rest drowned when Lex kissed him again. Slow strokes of tongue inside his mouth, and Clark wondered for a split second if he should feel grossed out by Lex kissing him right after he'd... then again, the added tangy flavour wasn't bad -- and Clark feared he'd get hard again in very little time.
Clark was relieved when Lex drew back, though some of him was a little disappointed. Well, some of his body parts were very disappointed, but Clark tried hard not to think about it. He wouldn't mind trying this again, but as he worked to get into the driver's seat, he decided that a big, wide bed would be a better place. Clark felt heat rush into his face. The thought of what kind of bed Lex had at the mansion -- well, safe to say -- those weren't the images he needed right now -- not if he was supposed to get them both home in one piece.
Lex slumped into the passenger seat, sighing as he slid down a little, propping his feet on the dashboard. "Was it good for you too?"
Clark almost choked, but the smirk on Lex's face was kinda catchy and within seconds he found himself grinning stupidly back. Stupidly and happily, laughter bubbling inside -- no longer hysteric, but much more relaxed, sated. "Um... Lex are you...?" It suddenly crossed Clark's mind that Lex had to be... um... in a rather... He took a deep breath. Clark Jerome Kent, you've just had your first blowjob. And by a guy. You should be capable of voicing the question here.
Lex beat him to it, however. "You mean do I need to get off too?" Lex looked with the kind of curious intensity that you find in people who've had a little too much to drink. He was studying his own crotch. "I don't think so..." he squirmed a little in the seat. "Now that hasn't happened in years."
"What?" Clark was beginning to question his friend's sanity.
"I think I need to clean up when we get home."
Oh. Oh! Clark didn't quite know if he should be embarrassed or pleased. The latter, however, seemed to be winning as he smiled smugly.
They drove the rest of the way in silence, finally pulling up in front of the mansion after half an hour's drive. Clark smiled as he noticed Lex had fallen asleep with a small satisfied smirk on his lips. And Clark could see it now. See that Lex was only twenty one -- not that much older than himself. Well wised in the ways of the world, but definitely not that much older -- and much more vulnerable.
He went around the car, opened the door and carefully lifted Lex out. As he reached for the door it opened in front of him. Lex's cook looked at them, sleepily, but still smiling. "I thought I heard a car." The older woman opened the door fully to let him in.
Clark merely nodded. After all this time, he still wasn't used to the help Lex had around the mansion.
"Can you bring him to bed, dear?" She gestured at the stairs and Clark nodded. Bed. Right. Lex's bed... right. Clark wasn't entirely sure how he got them to Lex's bedroom but in the end it didn't matter. What did matter was putting Lex on the bed. Pulling of his shoes, undoing his shirt, button by button. As Clark gently pulled the shirt off Lex, he blushed a little at the contented sigh that escaped Lex. The pants came off fairly easy, though Clark could see what Lex had meant when he'd said he'd need to clean up when he got home. A split second decision and Clark was in the bathroom. Letting the water run warm, he soaked a washcloth and went back to the bed. Lex was sprawled on his back just like Clark had left him. Clark blushed again as he noticed Lex was wearing a thong. That was just... wrong...? But hot too. Definitely hot. Had someone turned up the heat in there? Steeling himself and removing the ... thong, trying to keep a clear mind while he cleaned up Lex.
The idea was noble, of course, but Clark was panting by the time he'd finished. Why, oh why, am I doing this? Clark closed his eyes, then grinned. Well, even if Lex couldn't remember anything come morning, Clark was now sure about all those looks Lex had been giving him. And even if Lex denied everything -- well, Clark knew more than enough to push the issue -- and get what he'd been afraid to ask for. Pulling the covers up over Lex's shoulders, Clark went back downstairs, letting himself out. He'd have plenty of time to get his chores done at home -- and even wait for the call from his parents from their family visit in Metropolis he *knew* he'd be receiving in the morning. So, chores, phone call -- and making sure Lex didn't get away now that Clark knew what he'd be missing if he did.
TBC
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Vey nice.
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So.. where might one find more of the results of this challenge?
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Good question -- see, it was issued on an invite-only list -- and I still seem to be the only one taking up the challenge -- at least for now. But the original fic -- that launched the whole idea is currently not available -- I'm taking it apart piece by piece (beta), but it will eventually be up on Amy's site -- it's actually an MiB fic -- since the group is multifandom (though currently it's mostly smallville...)
we only use the group to post fic -- the fun part -- like challenges -- are mostly done in chat anyway. Should you, however, be interested in taking part in our -- ahem -- crazy chats and meet the others -- we're using aol IM for it and you're always welcome to take part in the fun ^_^ (read: madness)
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AIM: ximeria
Amy's site: http://www.notdeadyetstudios.com/bunnyfarm/Pages/fanficindex.html
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Crazy chats are fun! :-D
I'm Yawkey104 on AIM, just so you know that it has nothing to do with the name "Tresca" and aren't all like, "Who the hell?" ;)
And I *love* Amy's stuff! I have perused the bunnyfarm many many times. I just didn't know the Amys were the same!
There are more On Your Knees entries.
I wrote one too, which is in my fic livejournal here.
It combines the Bunny Farm "On your knees" challenge (the answers to which will eventually all be archived here) and a personal challenge for me to write Giles/Spike.
It is short and odd like all my fic. Any and all comments and criticism will be most welcome.
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I hope I made it up to you tonight at the cafe ^_^
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Glad you found it entertaining. I sure had fun doing it. (see, I like Lex drunk, horny and hitting on Clark too)
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Thank you very much.
Lovely!
Good fic, funny and romantic, and with just the right dose of angst ^_^
You better continue this.
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You better continue this.
Your wish is my command ^_~
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With a line like that, how can a fic go wrong?
Much yumminess, Ximeria. And yes, I'll be jumping on the "you must continue this" bandwagon. I love Drunk!Lex. Especially if he needs his memory *cough* er, jogged the morning after. *g*
And btw, *great* icon!
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Don't worry, Clark's more than man enough to help jog Lex's memory <g&g;
And I'm thrilled that you liked the icon ^_^
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Guh! You're going to throw *that* at me, then make me wait til OCTOBER!?!? Oh, that's just mean ...
Oh, dear LORD. Yuuum.
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And a blowjob like that? Ought to boost any teenage boy's attitude ^_~