Author: Eleanor K.
Posted: 2 Jan 2004
Disclaimer: Not mine in any way.
Notes: Entirely Chrissy's fault, er, I mean idea. And when she says
things like why don't you write Clark just out of the shower giving
Lex a blowjob...how am I supposed to say no to that, I ask you?
Also she beta'd because she's cool like that.
Lex closes the penthouse door behind him, locks it, drops his briefcase
on the floor and closes his eyes. He turns and rests his forehead
against cool wood. Doors are good things. They keep the outside
out, and the inside in. He's had more than enough of the outside
for one day.
"Lex? Is that you?"
Lex smiles. Clark's customary greeting never changes, though it's
never *not* been Lex, though no one else has a key to this place,
though Clark claims he can tell Lex apart from anyone else a block
away just from the sound of his breathing.
"Yeah, it's me. Where are you?"
"Bedroom. Come here."
Well, there's an order he'll happily obey.
Clark is waiting for him, back turned, standing by the window. His
hair is wet from the shower, and moisture drips slowly down his
neck in crystal rivulets. The towel around his waist is an invitation
to unwrap him.
"Clark..." It shouldn't still be so easy for Clark to take his breath
"I told you to come here, Lex. You're still way over there."
And you're standing nearly-naked in front of an open window, Lex
would like to say. But he doesn't. He just walks over and lets his
hand hover over Clark's back. Feels the warmth radiating from his
skin. Imagines tracing patterns with the beads of water clinging
Clark turns toward him and smiles. "Bad day, huh?"
"It wasn't the best I've ever had. Long, boring meetings with very
"Uh-huh. Did you think about me in your long, boring meetings?"
"Sometimes," Lex says quietly. "I do try to concentrate on my work
when I'm at work."
"You're not at work now."
"Mm. I think I would have noticed if you'd shown up at my board
meeting looking like this."
Clark leans against him a little, hands resting at his waist. "You
like the way I look, Lex?"
"Always," Lex whispers.
He leans in for a kiss, but Clark avoids it, smiling.
"Not yet. I have a plan," he says seriously. "An evil one. I've
been working on it all day."
"Really? I was under the impression you were out earning a living
"I can multitask. And I don't have to earn a living, remember? You
said I could be your houseboy and lie around all day and eat bonbons
and read porn."
"Clark. You've never read a romance novel in your life. How would
"My mom has a secret stash. I found them when I went home last trip.
I read two. They're really bad."
"Then why did you read two?"
"Shh. You're spoiling my plan."
Clark has his shirt untucked now, broad hands running up his sides
and making him shiver.
"Sorry." He hears his own voice, breathless. He's been hard almost
since he walked into the room. "Anything I can do to help?"
"Mm-hmm. You're supposed to pull my towel off now."
"Oh." Lex tries to sound casual. "No problem."
He curls his fingers around the top of the terry cloth towel. Clark's
stomach is warm and slightly damp against the back of his hand.
He untucks the fold in the towel that's keeping it on Clark's hips
and lets go.
He watches it slide down Clark's long legs. It settles on the ground,
covering one foot. Lex's eyes travel slowly back up. Clark is hard
already. Hard and leaking. He wonders how the hell he missed that.
It's not like the towel could have concealed a whole lot, but that's
not really important right now because he really wants to--
Clark's hands on his shoulders stop him as he starts to kneel.
"That's not the plan, Lex," Clark says patiently.
"Improvisation can be good."
"But sometimes sticking to the plan can be better." Clark kneels
smoothly in front of him. "I was thinking about you in the shower."
He unzips Lex's pants and pushes them and his boxers down just enough
to pull out his cock.
"Were you?" Lex is amazed at how evenly the question comes out.
"Mm-hmm. Thinking about you. Thinking about touching you. Thinking
about doing this."
Lex sucks in air as Clark licks a long stripe up the underside of
his erection. And again. Clark mouths at the head, not even wrapping
that beautiful mouth around it, just letting it slip in and out,
torturing him with soft lips and the tip of his tongue.
"Clark," Lex chokes out.
Clark's hand is on his waist, holding him steady. The other hand
reaches up to penetrate him, somehow already slicked up. It slides
in, and Lex stiffens as it finds its target. Unerringly, Clark nudges
that same spot inside him over and over until he has to close his
eyes and bite his lip, and still he's getting soft licks and nuzzles
on his cock, and he needs so much more.
"Clark, will you--"
Swipe of tongue over and around his length, and then Clark is blowing
cool air over it, making Lex twitch backward against Clark's finger.
Played. He's being played like a damn puppet.
Clark makes no objection when Lex pulls him up, and Clark's mouth
is easy and willing. Lex can taste himself and wine and salt and
vinegar potato chips.
They break apart, both of them panting.
"You've been eating my chips," Lex says, breathless.
Clark leans in to nip his ear. "What's yours is mine, remember?
They're my chips, too."
"You don't even--ah--like them." He finishes weakly, mostly due
to the fact that Clark is now sucking on his earlobe.
"But you didn't get the kind I do like," Clark points out, much
more reasonably than Lex feels he should be capable of at this point.
"So I was forced to eat yours."
Which is the perfect cue to get in something about Clark eating
*him*, but he just doesn't have the brain power for it right now,
and anyway Clark has taken against puns of any sort recently, and
the last thing Lex wants to do right now is irritate him. So, no
Clark's hand closes lightly over his cock, still just teasing. Maddening,
light touches to the shaft, to his thighs and stomach.
"Clark," he breathes.
"Told you it was an evil plan," Clark murmurs in his ear. "You were
duly warned. No complaining now."
Clark is plastered against him, boneless and melting and hot against
his body. Clark's hard-on is rubbing slowly against his thigh. Lex
can feels his legs start to shake. Clark swipes fluid off the end
of Lex's cock with his thumb, a sharp caress that makes Lex gasp.
He watches Clark bring his thumb slowly to his mouth and suck it
Lex grabs his arms and spins him around, shoving him down on the
bed. Clark goes easily, which means he was prepared for it. If Lex
had actually surprised him, he just would have stood there like
the proverbial immovable object. This must be part of the evil plan.
He pushes a finger in and finds Clark already slick and ready for
him, and he has to close his eyes at the image of Clark doing that
to himself, preparing himself, planning it all out.
"Yes, Lex?" Clark sounds a little breathless.
"I like your plan."
"I thought you might. Lex?"
"Are you going to fuck me now?"
"You mean, now that I've got you pinned face down on the bed, and
you've got me so worked up I can barely think?"
"Should I take that as a yes, then?"
Clark gasps as Lex rocks forward, sliding his cock against Clark's
"I don't know. Maybe I should make you suffer a while. Someone's
got to put the 'evil' in this evil plan."
He rocks forward again, and Clark pushes back into it, trying to
get to his knees. Lex holds him down, and Clark lets him, subsiding
onto the bed.
"Lex, come on..."
Lex kneels behind him and looks him over. Beautiful. Perfect. Tanned
skin and muscles shifting just under it, long legs, head turned
to look back at him...licking his damn sweet lips and waiting for
it. All laid out for him.
He kicks his shoes off, but he won't stop to undress. Suit jacket
straining at his shoulders, he reaches forward and opens Clark up,
taking his hips, pushing into him. Clark gasps sharply and pushes
"Lex, Lex please..." But he still lets Lex hold him down. "Oh god,
Lex, I've been waiting for this all day, all day long, couldn't
stop thinking about you, please..."
"Tell me, Clark." Lex holds himself still, feels Clark holding himself
still, feels him wanting to thrust back. "Tell me what you were
"About this. About you fucking me, you inside me, us together."
Clark reaches one hand back, and Lex takes it. Their fingers lace
together. "Want you so much, Lex. Love you so much, I'm so lucky
to have you--"
"I'm the one who's lucky."
And since he's in a position to get the last word, he does. He hears
Clark's indrawn breath as he pulls out, body protesting all the
way at leaving such perfect heat and tightness, and then pushes
back in. Skin meets skin with a dull slap, and Clark makes a low
sound of pleasure in his throat.
Lex lays himself over Clark's naked body. He can feel the heat of
Clark's skin through his clothes, the way his silk shirt slides
so smoothly against Clark's back, the way the fine wool of his pants
catches on those long legs. It's hard to move in this position,
but he can't stand to pull away and find a better one.
He braces himself with one hand and one knee and rocks in, out,
in, not hard, but steadily. He kisses Clark's back and listens to
"I love you, Clark." He says it against Clark's skin, muffled enough
that Clark will only hear it if he's trying, but Lex knows he'll
be trying. After seven years, it should be easier to say the words,
and it is. A little. He can't say them every morning and every night
the way Clark can, but he can say them here, now, and he knows Clark
will be listening.
He rocks forward and back, heat and tightness swallowing thought
until there is nothing but this movement that seems to last forever,
this rhythm binding the two of them closer and closer. Clark is
spread out flat underneath him, passive except for the coiled strength
in his flexing muscles. Lex fucks him slowly and still more slowly
until his body is humming with frustration, but he can't quite bear
to end it.
It's Clark's ragged voice, his I-love-you's interspersed with pleading,
that finally makes him move.
He gets his knees under him and pulls Clark up and back, gets a
hand on his cock. He wants to go slow here too, loves jerking Clark
off, loves the feel of him in his hand, but not now. Fast, hard
pulls as he slams into Clark's body, forehead pressed to Clark's
back, eyes shut. It's seconds or minutes or years before Clark spills
over his hand. He wavers on the edge, but he can't sustain it with
Clark writhing and gasping his pleasure beneath him. He feels Clark's
body contract around him, holding him, and he comes hard.
Collapse afterward is inevitable. They fall down together, still
joined. He moves to pull out, but Clark makes a small sound of protest.
Lex gives up and just rolls them both onto their sides, wrapping
his arms around Clark and holding on tight. He slips out, finally,
but still doesn't move.
"Clark," Lex says after a time.
"If I moved enough to take my clothes off, we could both be naked
"Well...that sounds pretty good. But you staying right where you
are sounds pretty good, too."
Lex thinks for a minute. "I could get chips. I picked up the kind
you like on the way home."
Clark cranes his neck to look at him. "We can eat chips in bed?"
"I think that could be arranged."
"You never let me eat chips in bed. Ever."
"I don't like crumbs. Some of us don't have crumb-resistant super
Clark smirks, an expression Lex is pretty sure he learned from him.
"Poor Lex." He turns in Lex's arms and licks at his neck, settles
in with his mouth open and sucking. "Such sensitive skin," he murmurs.
"This is..." Lex takes a deep breath and starts again. "This is
not likely to get you chips at any time in the near future."
Warm laughter against his skin, and Clark rolls away. "I'll get
the chips. You just get rid of those clothes. They look a little,
um, stained anyway."
"Lucky for me it's your turn to drop off the dry cleaning, then.
You can point out the stains."
"Don't look at me. It was your evil plan."
Propping himself up on his elbows, Clark grins. "It was good, though,
Lex leans over and kisses him. "It was excellent."