Lex watched from the window of his study as the last of the guests got into the limo. He waved back at Sophia Van der Kren, standing by the limo, a light wrap covering her evening gown. His father stood at her side and glanced in Lex's direction, then returned his attention to his departing guests. Lex saw his father say something, no doubt charming, to the long reigning doyenne of Metropolis society.
Sophie was one of the few people in his parents' world that Lex could say he truly liked, perhaps even adored. She was at least fifty, stunningly beautiful with gray hair, flashing green eyes, and figure that her husband proudly proclaimed 'Rubeneque' after five martinis. More importantly, at least to Lex, Sophie had never treated the kid she had found in the coatroom like a freak, even after he had started to think he had become one.
That first year, when he was eight, she had found him when she had come to find her wrap. Instead of leaving, she had sat down on the floor with him, and for a half an hour, they read from his stash of comic books. The second year, he was bald, the party two months after he had finally been released from Metropolis General. Sophie hadn't blinked at his changed appearance, just sat down and took a pack of cards out of her slim evening bag. They had played gin until she had to go back to the party. Every year, a new game, time spent. Eight years after that first card game, the first party after his mother's death, she had sat down and wrapped her arms around him, holding him as he shook, long since cried out, on the dark parquet of the coatroom floor.
Last Christmas, he had given her a GameBoy, connecting it to his own and they played, Sophie kicking his ass nicely at Tetris. They had left the coatroom together, Lex gaining about ten points in the social standings as her escort as they did the rounds. Even his father had looked impressed by his networking skills.
"Lex?"
Speak of the devil.
Lex turned around as his father stepped inside the study, tie hanging from his neck, unbuttoning the cuffs of his white dress shirt. "Yeah, Dad?"
"I'm going to turn in. Jake will be here early tomorrow morning," Lionel said, referring to his helicopter pilot.
Lex nodded and walked to the desk, grabbing his drink and tasking a sip. He threw his own tie on the desk, unbuttoning the first few buttons on his vibrantly purple silk shirt. He had kicked his leather shoes off a half an hour ago. "All right."
His father turned to leave, but turned back as he reached the door. "Happy Easter, Lex."
It caught him a bit by surprise. He knew why Lionel had wanted the party here, away from the Metropolis estate, where Lex's mother had always thrown their Easter party. The Easter party was the complete opposite of the business-oriented Christmas party. Smaller, just a few friends, no more than ten, coming for a weekend of food and games, ending with a formal dinner on Easter Sunday. This year the closeness of the group was emphasized, after all, only their very good friends would make the three-hour each way drive from the city.
Katherine Luthor had loved all of the Easter activities, from the huge baskets of jellybeans and chocolate bunnies, to the Easter egg hunts in the garden maze at the Metropolis estate. Lex remembered looking for decorated eggs, turning down an avenue of the maze to see his father kissing his mother, her hands in his hair, his holding her tight. His mother had looked up, calling him to them, pulling him into the hug. Lionel had never objected, not when she was there, holding them both.
Lionel had continued the parties, the Christmas because it was business, the Easter because she had enjoyed it and he had loved her. So this year, when Lionel told Lex that he wanted to have the party here in Smallville, Lex hadn't objected. Because Lex had loved her too, and business and blood bound them, but in some way remembering her together made things… easier.
Lex looked up from his thoughts to see his father still standing in the doorway. "Happy Easter, Dad." Least he could do for her; be friendly with his father on her favorite holiday.
They could always go back to war tomorrow.
Lionel smiled faintly and turned, leaving the study, closing the door behind him. Lex put his drink back on the desk and went over to the sound system. He flicked on the CD player and turned the sound up. Returning to the window, he closed his eyes as the steady, throbbing beat began to fill the soundproofed office.
Lex was lost in thought, swaying to the music when the touch of warm, strong hands against his hips shocked him. He opened his eyes, but didn't turn around as he recognized the scent and the feel of the body behind him.
"Relax," Clark whispered in his ear, molding his body against Lex's, moving with him to the beat of the music. His hands grasped Lex tightly, pulling him back, licking the bare scalp gently, finding and nibbling on the shell of Lex's ear.
"I thought you were at your grandmother's until Tuesday," Lex said softly, moaning as Clark nipped him again, still moving with that throbbing, seductive beat.
"I ran back."
Lex laughed, turning and reaching up to wrap his arms around Clark's neck. Clark tightened his grip on Lex's hips and pulled him closer, holding tightly as they swayed. It wasn't so much a dance as it was a slow, erotic hump.
Lex pulled Clark down, into a long, deep, wet kiss that ended with them gasping for air, recovering to kiss again, tongues sliding, rough, warm, and wet. Lex broke it off and turned in Clark's arms, pushing himself back, pressing his ass against the obvious erection behind the sturdy khakis. He raised his arms and when Clark lowered his head to run his tongue over Lex's ear, down his neck, and back up again, ran his fingers into the dark hair, pulling Clark closer.
Clark curled his arms around Lex, one hand going to the buttons on the deep purple dress shirt. Single handedly, Clark started to undo the little bone nubs, working his way down, stopping to stroke the soft skin he revealed. His other hand cupped Lex's cock, fondling through the soft fabric. He kissed Lex's neck as he reached the final button of the shirt, and both his hands began to work the button and the zipper of the fly.
"Clark..." Lex shuddered as one large hand slid down his belly, sliding beneath boxers, fingers finally finding and wrapping around him.
"Mmmhmmm," Clark murmured against Lex's skin, rocking against him from behind, licking his jawline, one hand inside Lex's slacks, the other on his chest. Clark's long fingers tracing circles around his nipples, pinching just to the edge of pain, his other hand squeezing just over the line of gentle, the rhythm enough to get the juices flowing.
The song ended, but the repeat function picked it up again, the beat continuing. Lex rolled his head back on Clark's shoulder. One hand stayed in the scruff of Clark's hair, the other slid down to cover the hand on his cock. He curled his fingers around Clark's stroking once, twice, then with a deep breath, pulled their hands away.
Turning in the circle of Clark's arms, Lex went to work on the buttons of the blue shirt. Pushing it off, letting it float to the floor behind them, he sighed in fashionable annoyance at the white undershirt. "Off." Clark grinned at him and pulled it off, Lex running slim fingers over tanned skin, using mouth and fingers on hard nipples as soon as the white cotton was gone.
Clark was shivering when Lex stepped back a pace, finding and working the fly of the khakis. He toed off his shoes, groaning as Lex pushed pants and boxers from his hips.
Lex paused long enough to push his own slacks off. Looking back up at Clark, whose face was flushed; eyes wide, cock red, hard and weeping, Lex stroked himself, his hand coming away wet.
Clark grabbed his hand, and keeping his eyes on Lex, licked, starting at the palm and moving up. He sucked a finger at the end of each stroke of his tongue, holding the hand firmly as tremors shot through them both.
"I want you in me," Lex said roughly as he pulled Clark with his well-licked hand toward the desk. Letting Clark go, and thinking long enough to carefully put his laptop and paper spindle on the print stand, Lex shoved the papers into piles and threw them into drawers. Clark went to a small box beside the TV, grabbing a small tube that sat inside. He was already flipping the cap as he returned to where Lex stood by the desk.
Putting the open tube down on the desk, Clark trapped Lex between the dark wood and himself, standing close enough that cock brushed cock as he leaned down for a kiss. Sliding his arms under Lex's ass, he pushed him backwards, until Lex was on the desk. Breaking the kiss, Lex wiggled back as Clark moved forward, standing between Lex's spread legs.
One last kiss and Lex leaned back, Clark taking his hips and pulling Lex forward until his ass was almost hanging off the desk. He raised his legs and Clark ran his hands down the smooth skin. He looked at Lex, laughing softly. "I can't do this, Lex."
"What?"
"I can't fuck you if you're wearing black socks."
"Clark..."
Clark laughed and pulled the offending footwear off, throwing them over his shoulder. He leaned into Lex, letting his cock bump against Lex's balls, smiling at the shudder and the curse. Grabbing the tube, he squeezed until his hands were full of warm slickness, then started to paint, first his own cock, then sliding his fingers around, then inside, Lex. Pushed deeper, twisting around, applying pressure just where Lex's control needed it the least.
"Clark, now. Fuckit, now," Lex demanded, as the finger inside him crooked and stroked the prostate. Looked up to see blue eyes staring at him, intense too weak a word for the expression.
Clark grabbed a leg in one hand and held Lex open wide, removing his finger, shifting into position. His eyes were closed as he started to push inside, one hand holding Lex firmly at the hip, the other keeping his legs open, letting all sensory information come from his cock. Pushed deeper and opened his eyes at Lex's moan, looking down to see his pubic hair against Lex's bareness. Riding a surge of power and rightness and need, Clark ran his hand up to hold Lex's other leg, starting to thrust in earnest. The rhythm was skating on the very edge of Clark's strength, balancing on the blade of desperation. They both knew how tightly controlled Clark's strength was as he rode Lex, fine tremors starting at his shoulders and ending in his cock, deep inside Lex, adding an extra vibration.
Lex grabbed his own cock and began to jack in time with Clark's movements, grasping hard to keep from coming just yet. They moved to the thick beat of the music, Clark letting go of Lex's legs, grunting when they curled around him, trying to pull him deeper on each thrust. Clark covered Lex's hand with his own and together they jacked Lex to orgasm. Wet warmth on his belly, their hands, and Clark slid deep one last time and came. The sensation made Lex shake, his hips pushing up off the desk. His hands entwined with Clark's, smoothing come into his skin as Clark petted his belly, leaning down to kiss his chest.
Lex tried relax as Clark pulled out, then sat up, wrapping his legs around Clark again, pulling him into a kiss as they came down from the high. For a time, all that mattered in the room were soft murmurs, long kisses, and soothing hands stroking any skin available.
"When do you have to be back in Metropolis?"
Clark yawned against Lex's neck. "I should be back by at least four."
"Hmm." Lex looked over at the clock on the mantel. "It's only one." He looked at Clark. "Bed?"
Clark nodded, dropping his arms and stepping back, watching as Lex hopped off the desk. Sweat and lube were making their skin glisten under the lights, come sticky and drying tacky.
Lex looked at the desk and went into the powder room, returning with a cloth, wiping it down. All he needed was his father coming down to find spunk dried to a crust on the thing. A drive by lecture was still a lecture.
Clark was gathering their clothes into a big pile as Lex put his laptop back in position. Lex left his shoes under the desk while Clark put his on, Lex laughing at the white socks Clark had apparently been wearing during their lovemaking.
Clark looked up at him and grinned, holding the bundle of clothes to him. "Well, they weren't black, and they weren't waving in the air."
Lex laughed and turned off the lights as he and Clark headed toward the door. Clark stopped at the couch and grabbed his battered backpack, handing it to Lex who slung it over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
"Just in case I needed some extra clothes. And a few other things," Clark said, his eyes amused and shining.
Lex let it go, and naked, they ran up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Lex tossed the backpack onto a chair and started the gas fireplace, switching on only the table lamps next to the fireplace. Turning, he noticed Clark was rooting in the backpack. He watched with interest as Clark pulled out a cellophane bag.
Clark smiled and ripped it open, catching the chocolate Easter bunny as it fell out. Crossing the room, he held the hand-sized piece of chocolate out to Lex, the scent of chocolate filling the space between them. "Want to eat the ears?"
Lex choked back a laugh and took the candy. Staring into Clark's eyes, he took the bunny ears into his mouth, sucking on them, letting the chocolate melt from the heat of his mouth, then pulled the candy away, sliding his lips down to the tips of the ears. He swirled his tongue around the tips, licking, pursing his lips in an almost kiss. As Clark watched, Lex blew the bunny ears, slowly, sensually.
Moans were coming from deep in Clark's chest, and he had his cock in hand when Lex took mercy on him. Lex tossed the bunny, now mostly earless, to the end table and pulled Clark into a deep kiss.
He shared the flavor of the chocolate with Clark, dark, rich, and sweet. By the time they made it to the couch, Clark had moved on to his shoulder blades, sucking, licking. Lex idly pondered the hickies that would be covering him in the morning, but the thought was gone an instant later as Clark pressed him into the soft leather, dropping to his knees in front of Lex's spread thighs.
The first suck was strong, and Lex moaned a slight objection, threading his hands through Clark's hair and holding his head firmly. The next suck was gentler, tongue swirling around the head, dipping into the slit. Clark looked up before he swallowed Lex's cock, making sure Lex saw it all, the shiny red head, long shaft as he took it in, took it deep. Lex moaned and thrust up, Clark bending to let Lex fuck his mouth.
Wet, warm mouth, lips clasping tight and just the faintest hint of teeth to give it a hint of adventure, and Lex was being driven insane. The touch of fingers, slowly caressing his balls, then below, tracing lines so sensitive... the need to get off was pressing him, pushing him toward the lights that floated just beneath the sight of Clark, sucking his cock with an enthusiasm Lex had watched grow for the last few months. He could see Clark's arm moving, knew that Clark was jerking himself off. That knowledge and one last thrust and Lex came, pulsing deep in Clark's throat, his eyes closing on the sight of Clark swallowing his cock, his come. Wet heat on his leg and he knew Clark had followed him over.
Sprawled, legs open, eyes closed, Lex breathed out slowly as Clark opened his mouth and pulled back, his cock falling out of that warm haven. He knew when Clark settled next to him, smelled the sweat, clean and honest. Felt the soft, warm breath just before the kiss, tasted himself as his tongue slid inside Clark's mouth. The tastes of sex and chocolate mixing, sweet and sweeter. A wet hand stroked his chest, and Lex pulled it to him, breaking the kiss to lick Clark's hand clean, shifting slightly to stroke Clark, eyes still closed.
They rested for awhile, on the couch in front of the fire. Coming out of his daze, Lex looked at the time, and stood, pulling Clark toward the shower in the master bath. Stopped short just to feel Clark's dick nestling comfortably in the cleft of his ass.
Clark watched him with sloe eyes as Lex pushed him into the shower, turning the water on and soaping up a wash cloth. Clark leaned against the wall as Lex began to wash him, starting with his shoulders, then down, stroking and petting as lube, sweat, chocolate, and come were washed away. Moaned as the cloth brushed over his erection, even the fine cotton excruciatingly nubby and rough on his sensitive skin - even if it couldn't actually *hurt* him. A soft sigh as Lex moved, letting the shower spray wash the soap away. Little whimpers becoming louder groans of need as Lex kissed his way from the middle of Clark's chest, finally reaching his cock.
Lex loosely wrapped his arms around Clark's hips and used his tongue for the best fondle ever, sliding the foreskin, tongue playing beneath. The water was falling over them both and Lex leaned forward and took Clark deep. His nose to skin, tickled by the short hairs, tongue brushing as he pulled back, a bit more teeth than he himself liked in deference to Clark's particular abilities. Hands, large but amazingly gentle, massaged the wet skin of his scalp, playing with skin, jerking as Lex swallowed again, running a finger over the soft skin of Clark's balls.
Clark came quickly, surprising them both, a spastic jerk accompanied by a whimper that could have been, and probably was, Lex's name. Lex looked up through the falling water and saw the long line of muscled chest, thrown out as the Clark rode the wave. Lex stroked and sucked until the shuddering climax had been reduced to stray shivers. Lex pulled away, getting unsteadily to his feet, Clark's arms went around his waist, steadying him. Clark's strength never failing when it really mattered, as if he hadn't just been trembling uncontrollably against the wall of the shower.
They held each other, the water washing over them. Lex reached for the bottle of shampoo, and handed it to Clark who washed his hair as Lex found the wash cloth again, cleaning himself off. They lathered and rinsed, still stroking and kissing, satiated but the temptation of naked skin and the shortness of time too much to resist the need to touch. They left the shower and returned to the bedroom, wrapped in large, fluffy robes.
The clock over the fireplace read three, so instead of crawling under the sheets, they curled together on the couch, pulling an afghan over them. They dozed a bit, until just before four when Clark got dressed and Lex put on a soft shirt and black pull-on pants, covering it with a robe and walked him downstairs. A few steps down the stairs, Clark turned around, running back to get his forgotten backpack. When he returned, he had a small, secret smile on his lips. One last, deep kiss at the door and Clark was gone in a blur.
Lex was headed back to his room to finally get some sleep as his father, dressed in his usual suit and tie, bounced down the steps.
"Lex, I didn't think you'd be up to see me off," Lionel said as they heard the sound of the helicopter flying over the mansion.
"Just thought I'd wish you well on the trade deal."
Lionel beamed at him, the glint in his eyes reflecting that razor sharp appetite for business and conquest. He clasped Lex on the shoulders, then continued down the stairs, calling over his shoulder. "Don't sleep too late, Lex. There's business to be done."
Lex watched until his father was out of sight, until he heard the helicopter climbing, then turned back to go upstairs. Back in his room, he threw the robe over a chair and climbed into bed. Noticing a lump, he pushed the covers back. An infant-sized purple stuffed bunny, holding a plush, long, thick carrot to its lips, stared back at him.
He laughed hard enough to shake the bed. Looking around the empty room with a not-quite-embarrassed grin, Lex pulled the soft toy into his arms and held it tight, falling asleep almost immediately.
© EAS, January, 2002
Disclaimer: All canon based Smallville characters belong to WB and/or DC Comics.
I am making no money, just enjoying playing in the sandbox.
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