Juicy

Written with Andariel

There was nothing like driving fast, and Kansas had a lot of long, flat, straight roads that made going fast mandatory. Lex had no real idea where they were. They had been driving since five when they left the Kent farm, on their way to Metropolis to stay for the weekend at Lex's condo and take in the sights. It was a long delayed present for Clark, who was blowing off a weekend's worth of studying for his finals at Metropolis University.

He looked at the clock in the dash of the Aston Martin and noted it was eight, the sun was starting to set behind them, so they must be heading at least in the general direction of Metropolis. He looked over to see Clark removing his sunglasses. His flannel shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open, the tanned and muscled chest rising and falling in a rhythm Lex began to feel echoing in his blood, which was currently flowing downward. Lex's own shirt was open to about the fifth button, signs of their break, just after stopping for gas in some town even smaller than Smallville.

Clark pulled the large bottle of fruit juice free of the cup holder between them and unscrewed the cap. While he didn't look in Lex's direction, there was a definite... dramatic quality to the way his lips surrounded the lip of the bottle as he tilted his head back slightly and drank, his throat undulating as he swallowed.

Lex wondered if it was time for another break.

Clark lowered the bottle, which made a slight smacking sound as it left his lips. He turned those deceptively innocent eyes on Lex and asked, "You want some?"

*Constantly*, Lex thought with an inner smirk that he could feel escaping to skate across his mouth. "Not right now."

Clark's brow raised to call him on the badly delivered lie. "Are you sure? It's very refreshing. Just a taste."

Lex shot a sideways look and saw a smear of the juice clinging to Clark's full lower lip. Not a mistake, obviously. Tempting, definitely. He chuckled... and started looking for a conveniently secluded spot to pull off the road.

Clark apparently took his lack of response as a challenge. "I'll prove it to you."

He leaned across the seat and held the bottle to Lex's lips, tilting it so that he had no choice but to swallow the juice unless he wanted to wear it. As the overly sweet liquid that had more in common with sugar water than fruit began sliding down his throat, Clark sharply lifted the bottle, the nectar spilling down Lex's chin and liberally coating his partially bared chest.

So, he ended up wearing it after all. The best laid plans...

The bottle was abruptly pulled away, and Lex cast a quick look down at himself. Juice *everywhere* -- sticky and wet and dripping down his skin, pooling at the waistband of his custom-tailored slacks to the sound of Clark's rather unapologetic, "Oops."

Clark put the bottle back in the cup holder and leaned across the seat again. Husky whisper that shot straight to Lex's groin. "Here. Lemme take care of that."

Tongue landed on his skin at chest level, caught a drip and licked upward. Lex's breath shuddered as he felt the last few shirt buttons being undone and the rough play of Clark's tongue on his abdomen, quick little flicks catching the drops of juice. "Delicious," muttered hotly against the skin there before the mouth traveled upward again.

Christ. He was getting a fucking tongue bath while driving. This had to be illegal, but it was hot as all hell. "*Clark*..."

"Don't worry. I'll make sure I get all of it."

His neck was being licked clean with languorous strokes, and Lex thought he just might lose control of himself. Or the car. Probably both. "Clark, I've heard that car crashes can be highly erotic, but I'm guessing that my insurance will not cover incidents of lust."

Clark seemed to be ignoring the warning, licking across the edge of Lex's jaw and murmuring, "Really... did it turn you on when you went off the bridge?"

A groan caught in the back of Lex's throat when Clark laved *that* spot behind his ear. Lex was certain that the juice hadn't gone back there, but he wasn't about to complain. "I was a little busy being dead at the time to notice, Clark."

Clark made a soft humming sound and licked Lex's neck again, a sort of erotic comfort ritual. Lex fought the urge to close his eyes and looked to his left, relieved to see a dirt road running into the fields of corn. Small signs with the familiar purple and black 'LuthorCorp' logo were planted on either side. Lex was amused; the company's seed testing division would be responsible for saving his life.

Clark nipped at his ear and Lex jumped, the car veering off the dirt path, taking out a few dozen stalks of corn. "Clark, just hold it a second, would you?"

Clark leaned back in his seat, though his hand slid onto Lex's erection and stayed there. Lex pulled to the side of the dirt road when he was about twenty feet off the highway, the night finally dark, but the full moon bright enough that he could see Clark's face as the hand on his cock started to squeeze.

The friction through his slacks was warm; the silk of his boxers not smooth enough as Clark leaned over and began to work on the fly. When the slacks were open, Clark moved forward again, licking the sticky skin that he had revealed. Lex's hands slid into dark hair, longer than usual. He needed a haircut, but had probably forgotten again. Using his thumbs, Lex traced his hairline, sliding down to his jaw, feeling the motion as Clark's tongue lapped at him.

He needed more. He wanted... Lex lost his train of thought as Clark's tongue thrust into his navel, wet, warm, and rough. He tried to focus for a second, looking out the windshield at the corn, the green stalks illuminated by the headlights. "Clark?"

"Hmmm?" Lex shivered at the soft vibration against his belly button as Clark continued to swirl his tongue around the little hole. Jesus.

"Let's get out, okay?" Clark leaned back and stared at him for a moment, then smiled widely, his eyes crinkling in amusement.

Seat belts were unlocked, and it was only a second until Clark was pressing Lex against the driver's side door, kissing him deeply, his tongue fucking Lex's mouth, his hips pushing forward and up demandingly... maddeningly.

Lex's slacks were barely hanging onto his hips and Clark's long, blunt, *clever*, fingers pushed them down, taking the silk boxers along for the ride. Lex pushed him back a bit and worked the button fly of his jeans by memory, sliding his hands around to Clark's ass and under the jeans and cotton boxers, squeezing, a finger sliding along the cleft.

Guttural sounds were coming from deep in Clark's throat, ending in a whimper as Lex pushed the clothing away and one hand wrapped around the hard length of Clark's cock. His other hand pulled his lover closer, the Aston hard and solid behind Lex, Clark solid and hard and weeping in front of him. Shirts hanging open, their pants around their ankles, they just focused on stroking each other, tongues sliding against each other, hips thrusting as Lex slid his hands into Clark's hair, wrenching him closer as their cocks slid against each other.

Clark pulled away, resting his forehead against Lex's. "Lex, I need you in me, now."

Lex was beyond verbal; he just let Clark twist them around until he was behind Clark, who was leaning forward against the Aston. "Clark, I need..."

"Now, Lex, Jesus, just do me now..."

Lex slid his hand between Clark and the car, slicking his hand with pre-come, feeling a jolt go through Clark as he stroked the shaft once more than was necessary. Hand around his own cock, slicking himself with Clark's and his own pre-come, then hands spreading Clark, who pushed his ass out as he pleaded for Lex to fuck him.

Lined himself up and pushed, too hesitant at first, and Clark cursed. Adjusted his stance and held on and thrust, tight warmth surrounding him, his hips finally hitting Clark's ass, leaving them both moaning. Slid back and thrust again, letting Clark press back against him to keep the stroke against the prostate. Again, back and up and slide and back and slide. Cloth covered arms sliding around to push Clark's shirt up, letting Lex rub against smooth skin of his back; then around to Clark's dick, cupping the head then sliding back along the length, matching the stroke of his hand to the stroke of his cock.

Lex's hand slipped as warm come filled his palm, but he gripped again and held on, jacking as Clark rode his orgasm. One last thrust and Lex came, his hips tight against Clark, who pushed back against him to take him deeper. Bare chest to bare back, sweat mixing with the dried juice, making skin sticky, the sweet scent of fruit mixing with the scents of sex.

Lex leaned against Clark's back, reveling in the heated, slick skin, and tried to catch his breath, felt the flesh beneath him shuddering with the same aftershocks. He finally found the energy to move and pulled out of Clark, who gave a quiet whimper over the loss of contact. Lex waited until he turned around to raise his hand to his own mouth, deliberately licking the ejaculate still clinging to his fingers. "You were right. Very refreshing."

Clark groaned and reached for him, one arm sliding around Lex's waist while the other snaked up his back to cup his skull. Deep, wet kiss, and Lex wondered if they had even the slightest chance of making it to Metropolis before daybreak.

He deliberately slowed the pace, making it leisurely now that the edge had been taken off. Slowly tracing meaningless patterns of rediscovery across the muscles in Clark's back, tongue stroking in his mouth rather than thrusting. He had to push back with vague insistence when Clark tried to buck against him and speed things up again.

Lex planned to take his time and enjoy this. Metropolis wasn't going anywhere.

He dragged his lips from Clark's and trailed them slowly along his jaw, licking and nipping his way down the long column of neck to his shoulder. Teasing strokes across the small of his back, not giving in to the temptation to grab the slim hips and just grind. Slowly building, exquisite torture for both of them, and Clark was starting to play along. Long fingers sliding between them to stroke Lex's abdomen, one hand staying there and the other slipping up his chest to tease a flat nipple. And Lex's ears had to be deceiving him, because it sounded like Clark was...

Giggling. Shaking of the flesh under his hands and mouth confirmed it, and Lex pulled back to see Clark's eyes twinkling at him.

"You're still sticky."

No longer being distracted, Lex could feel the tightness across his skin caused by the dried remnants of fruit juice. "And whose fault is that?"

Clark grinned and gave him a quick kiss before hitching up his jeans and heading around to the passenger side of the car. "Whiner."

"Slut," Lex shot back, wondering why Clark had his head buried in the backseat of the Aston. He appeared to be rummaging around for something.

Clark emerged with a knowing smile and a bundle in his hands. "You like that I'm a slut."

He rolled his eyes but didn't deny it. "Fine. Give me a second and I'll think of another insult."

Clark was back in front of him now, setting the bundle on the car hood and turning Lex, hands on his hips encouraging him to lean back against the fender. "Whiner wasn't an insult, Lex. You're cute when you pout. I like it."

Lex shook his head and laughed quietly. Clark was the only person on the planet who could accuse Lex of pouting -- or call him "cute", for Christ's sake -- and get away with it. The things he put up with in the name of love... And -- let's be honest, Lex -- the mind-blowing sex also gained Clark some extra leeway.

He noticed Clark unscrewing the top from a bottle of Ty Nant and pouring a measure of the contents onto a clean t-shirt. "You're going to clean me off with ice water? This is not the way to keep the mood, Clark."

Clark re-capped the bottle and set it on the hood. "No. I took this one out of the cooler before we left Smallville. It's been heating up in a sunny backseat all evening."

Lex's brow shot up suspiciously. "So you've been plotting your little marinating ritual since before we left Smallville? Clark... that's downright wicked of you. You're learning fast."

A faint blush tinted Clark's cheekbones. Not the flaming red it would have been even six months ago, but still infinitely cute. "No... I, uh... had something else planned. The juice was spur of the moment."

Lex watched as Clark knelt down at his feet. "Something else?"

His curiosity became secondary with the first stoke of warm, wet cotton across his dick. The fabric had been softened by years of wash and wear. Combined with the sun-warmed water, it felt more seductive than the same ministration with too-smooth silk ever had. "I'll show you later. We need to get you cleaned up first."

There was nothing clinical about the thorough washing. Clark made long, slow strokes around Lex's sac and swiftly renewing erection, returning for more water when needed. Tactile seduction, and Lex had to clench his hands to keep from pulling Clark's mouth down on him.

Just when he thought the stroking of the wet cloth might send him over the edge, Clark kissed the weeping head and began bathing Lex's abdomen and chest with another section of the t-shirt. More slow stroking, and Lex swallowed hard with the effort to hold back, to wait it out, make it last.

Clark stopped the bathing ritual and stood before him, silently watched the heaving of Lex's chest for a second. The t-shirt swung downward in a slow arc and brushed his straining cock, made his breath catch, and the look in Clark's eyes said it hadn't been an incidental thing.

Clark Kent took the term "cock tease" to a whole new level.

Lex couldn't think, could barely stand despite the support of the car. Only one thing he could manage...

"*Clark*..."

Clark licked his lips and gave a smile far too wicked for such an innocent face, yet it looked strangely *right*. He reached out and crushed his lips against Lex's, plunging his tongue in and out in simulation before sliding downward. Licked his way down the smooth, pale torso as he sank to his knees and finally took Lex in his mouth.

Lex's head flew back at the closure of wet heat around his aching cock. Felt Clark's hand gently kneading his balls while his tongue danced around the head, then slid down the shaft as he took Lex deeper. Angled his head just right, and a hand at Lex's hip encouraged him to thrust down Clark's throat. Heat and light exploded, shattered the world and Lex with it as he thrust once more and came as Clark swallowed around him.

Lex's knees felt funny, that weak, 'hello orgasm, good bye muscle control' feeling. He fell forward, just a bit, and strong hands held his hips, keeping him upright. A soft grunt from Clark as he moved back, letting Lex fall out of his mouth, and the cool night air brushed against his wet cock.

Clark leaned forward and gave the head a few kisses, making Lex shiver. He stood, brushing against him, the fabric of his jeans rough against the now ultra-sensitive skin.

"Lex?"

Lex blinked at him, trying to work on his verbal skills. "Clark?"

"Yeah. Umm, Hi." Clark leaned in and kissed his cheek, his hands petting; down Lex's back, over the curve of his buttocks, then back up.

Lex slid an arm up and over Clark's shoulders as the dark head slowly descended, tasting himself on the kiss, spearing his tongue deep into Clark's mouth, needing to taste the Clark underneath.

Breaking the kiss, Lex nipped down Clark's throat, almost desperate for the taste of that warm skin, slick with sweat and a hint of musk. Sucking on the ridge of Clark's scapula, he slipped one hand between them, sliding into the open fly of Clark's jeans, under the waistband of the boxers, dark hairs tangling with his fingers as he surrounded the hard flesh, rubbing his thumb over the slit.

One last bite to Clark's shoulder and Lex slid down further, tormenting nipples as Clark pushed into his hand. Moving on, Lex sank to his knees, his tongue playing in the well of his lover's navel while he pulled jeans and boxers down. Looking up, Lex could see full lips moving in a silent chant, and feeling merciful, he cupped Clark's balls in one hand, then took him into his mouth. He let his tongue sensitize the tip, then ever-so-gently ran his teeth under the head, worrying it.

Clark moaned out loud and thrust, but Lex wasn't letting him get off this easily. Moving off the head, he licked the sensitive flesh that ran the length of the underside of Clark's erection, then sucked on his balls, letting his tongue play.

"God, Lex. Please."

Lex pulled back, knowing what Clark wanted, knowing he'd give it eventually, but he'd been teased, and a tease in return was called for. Clark's little whimpers were making him hot and satisfying his need for a small measure of revenge at the same time.

Little nibbling kisses to the inside of Clark's thigh, bites and licks trailing down the left, then he shifted to the right leg and reversed direction. Clark's hips jutted forward, silently begging, and Lex decided a small reward was in order.

He laved Clark's shaft with his tongue, sliding along every inch of the flesh and savoring it. Hot and hard and *his*. He could almost feel the anticipation shaking through Clark, and so he diverted course. A quick kiss on the weeping head that made Clark cry out, then slid his tongue down along the shaft, ensuring to exhale along the moistened skin as he went to increase the pain-pleasure of the caress for his lover.

Clark sagged a bit, the pleasure loosening his muscles, and it was all the room Lex needed to slide forward. Long wet stroke to the perineum and a quick, ruthless twist of his tongue around Clark's rim.

"Lex!... I'm... Oh, God, *please*!"

Heard and felt the tremor of Clark's control breaking and shifted back to make sure he could be there for it. Mouth on level with Clark's cock, and he paused, clasping it in his hand and looking up. Caught the wide, shell-shocked gaze of his lover and opened his mouth to take Clark inside.

Didn't even have time to take him down. The brush of his tongue on the head had Clark screaming his name and shuddering, come shooting into Lex's mouth and he swallowed greedily, overcome by the heat and the taste and the sheer *possession* of it.

Clark's hands were heavy on his shoulders when Lex released him and stood. Wordless in all the right ways, and Lex pulled Clark into a kiss that said what minds were not yet capable of processing into spoken language.

They stood that way for a time, in the middle of a cornfield, the moon shining off the chrome of the Aston, reflecting onto Lex's pale scalp, and the darker skin of Clark's fingers as he stroked hard bones under soft skin. When they parted, the wind was cooler, faster. Clark looked to the west and frowned.

"We should get going. Storm's coming."

Lex pondered making a snarky remark about farm boys, the weather, and coming, but the cold sprinkle of rain against his skin made him reconsider. Clark was already pulling Lex's pants up, solicitously placing his cock on the correct side. He looked around and picked up the empty bottle and the t-shirt, buttoning the bottom three buttons of his own shirt as Lex did the same to his.

Lex sighed at the sight of the driver side door, the window smeared with what at least wasn't obviously come. Clark tossed him the t-shirt and he wiped the window off, just enough to be respectable. They got into the car and got the top up just as it started to rain in earnest.

Lex put the Aston in reverse and backed up to the highway, and with a look at Clark, who looked both ways and then nodded that it was safe to move, guided the car back onto the highway.

"You know, I really don't quite remember where we are." Lex pressed the GPS module in the dash. "Hmm. I guess we aren't too far out of the way."

Clark looked at the map and grinned at him. "We can be back at your place in a half an hour." Clark looked incredibly pleased at the idea.

"Do you want to go out tonight?"

Clark looked thoughtful. "Sure. Where do you want to go?"

Lex thought for a split second, then the memory of a shopping trip a few weeks ago and a bag that smelled of tanned leather sitting in his closet made him smile. "I have the perfect place."

"Really," Clark replied, his voice mellow, husky.

Lex nodded and drove faster.

-- The End --
Juicy Juice!

© EAS & Andariel, April, 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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