The Aston Martin sped down Route Five, the speed wholly unacceptable, considering the four feet of snow that had been plowed to the side but was currently being blown back across the blacktop.
"Lex," Clark held on to the door handle a little tighter, praying he wouldn't rip it off. "Lex, light of my life, love of my days, can you please just drive a little slower?"
Lex turned to him and Clark felt guilty for a minute. Lex was having so much *fun*. It had been a long, hard year, business and other things had left their marks on the two of them and Clark was just glad to get out of Metropolis for a few days. He was willing to let Lex have his fun, but he was driving one hundred and three miles an hour on a road that eventually would cross paths with a tractor crossing. It was December, but you still never knew.
It was Smallville, after all.
He breathed in a sigh of relief as Lex lifted his foot off the gas and the Aston started to slow. Lex turned back onto the road, a smile curving his lips.
"Better?"
Clark looked over and saw they were going a sedate seventy six miles an hour. "Much, thank you."
"Only for you, Clark. Only for you."
Clark grinned and pulled his hand from the door handle, shifting onto his side in the seat, facing Lex. Navigated around the gearshift to rest a hand on a black clad thigh. Let the heat of his skin penetrate through the fabric, moving up, just a quick slide over the crotch, then pulled his hand back.
"Tease."
"Responsible driver." They both laughed at that. "Besides, if you wanted sex we should have taken the limo."
Lex looked thoughtful. His hands, both clad in black leather gloves, clenched on the wheel. "I just felt like driving."
Clark returned his hand to Lex's thigh, comfort more than seduction, though the seduction would come soon enough. Lex hated the holidays, and the explosion that had destroyed their penthouse in Metropolis had thrown off their tradition of every other year returning to Smallville to celebrate at the farm and the manor. So here they were, for the second year in a row, returning to Smallville for Christmas Eve.
Lex sighed and just let Clark's touch seep through, his lover's never-failing warmth stealing into his bones. Dealing with the parents had never been his favorite part of this relationship, his or Clark's; he hated it even more when it was done back in Smallville. He always felt like he was on their turf; his inner businessman resented the hell out of that.
Lex turned the Aston off onto Maple Lane, thankful that Jonathan had obviously been out with the plow earlier. Half a mile down he turned onto the private lane that led to the Kent farm. Reaching the house, he parked in front of the porch, returning Clark's encouraging smile warily.
"You going to be okay, Lex?"
"It's only your folks, Clark. It's not like it's another raving mob of Cargosia reps with bombs."
Clark grinned. "Or rampagingly rude French people?"
Lex frowned at him as he pressed the trunk release and they got out of the car.
"Clark! Lex!" Martha Kent flew from the barn to meet them. She hugged Clark tightly, then turned to Lex and grabbed him into a strong embrace. He loved this, acceptance like warm honey, gentle and tooth-achingly sweet. He also hated it, in that small corner of himself that was unsettled by touch from anyone but Clark.
Jonathan Kent followed behind his wife and Lex idly wondered if they had found some stray shepherds in their barn, maybe giving birth to the new messiah. Only force of will prevented him from looking up for a star from the East. A firm handshake and a clap on the back for Clark and an only slightly hostile shake for Lex, and the greetings for this part of their family was over.
"Come on in." Martha led them into the house, the men following behind; all three were loaded down with presents. Clark kept telling Lex he couldn't buy his parents, but Lex would be damned if he'd quit trying.
There was a fire going in the living room, and they put the gifts down under the huge tree, the branches weeping decorations and tinsel. Clark headed straight into the kitchen, returning with a handful of cookies, just like he was fifteen again, not twenty-five. He handed one to Lex, and sat down on the couch with his hoard.
"Clark! You'll ruin your appetite!" Martha said, her voice full of laughter and Lex laughed too, knowing the joke.
Just part of the family.
Lex sat down next to Clark on the couch and grabbed another cookie, no doubt freshly baked, ignoring Clark's only semi-joking growl. "I don't think anything ruins his appetite." He and Martha exchanged a grin; Jonathan was silent, not yet unwound enough to join in the Clark-mockage.
By midnight, Jonathan had loosened up enough that he and Lex could have a conversation. Lex had found as long as he avoided comments like, 'yes, we're going to leave here and I'm going to go have sex with your only son now', he and Jonathan could get along for short periods of time.
Chloe and Pete had stopped by earlier, getting and dropping off presents. Eggnog had been drunk in vast quantities and Lex was feeling a bit mellow as he and Clark put their coats on.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay overnight?"
"No, mom, thanks. Lionel only has a short time tomorrow. But we'll be back for leftovers, though."
Martha gave Clark a look, then grinned. "That, I already knew." She gave them both one last hug and she and Jonathan stood on the porch and watched as Clark, much more alert at this point, drove the Aston down the lane. He turned off the lane and headed in the direction of the castle.
Arriving at the Manor, Lex clicked the button that opened the gate, then clicked the next button, which opened one of the garage doors. They grabbed their bags and headed up to the house. Morgan met them at the door from the garage to the kitchen, assuring them that everything was ready for Lex's father's arrival the next day.
After thanking the housekeeper, Clark and Lex climbed the stairs to their rooms, Clark carrying two suitcases, Lex carrying a festively decorated bag that Clark refused to let him open.
"What's in it, Clark?"
"Nope. You just have to wait."
"Clark."
"No." Looking at Lex, Clark leaned in and kissed him, shifting the suitcases to one hand, then reaching down to cup his growing erection. "Patience is a virtue."
"I work seven days a week planning world domination, Clark. I have no virtues."
"Oh? And who set up all those gift programs for all those kids?"
"Just checking for future minions."
Clark chuckled. "Okay. You're just a viciously practical guy, Lex."
"Damn right."
Clark let Lex go and crossed the room to put the suitcases next to the dresser. He returned and grabbed the bag from Lex. They both grimaced as the phone rang, knowing only one person who would call this late.
Lex grabbed the phone from the desk. "Hey, Dad."
Clark slipped into the bathroom as Lex talked with his father. Lionel had effectively retired a year ago, but was still supremely interested in trying to dominate his son's plans for world domination. It was a cat and mouse game, with the role of mouse never being static for very long.
It kept both of them amused.
Clark opened the bag with a smile, and started pulling his clothes off. Once he was nude, he reached in and started taking out the bits and pieces that made up Lex's Christmas gift.
"No, Dad. I'm not going to... look, you're going to be here in a few hours, we can talk about it then, okay? Yes. Goodbye." Lex rubbed his temples, hanging up the phone as he heard the bathroom door open. "God. He becomes worse every year. I wonder if I could Meglo Miami Bea..." Lex turned and promptly forgot what he was going to say. He might have even forgotten his name.
Clark stood there, dressed a red Santa Claus hat with a white puff at the end, and leather chaps.
Leather. Fucking. Chaps.
Tight black leather, open back and front, five snaps from the feet up; the biker leather hugging his skin, almost like it had been painted on muscled legs that seemed to go on forever. The package at the top notable for the stiff cant and leaking head.
"Merry Christmas." Clark's voice was husky as he stood there, perfectly framed, cocking a hip, the puff on the end of the hat hanging down by his left ear.
Lex blinked and wondered he was bothering to look at the hat.
Clark figured out that Lex wasn't going to move, so he crossed the room, stopping to throw a smaller bag on the bed, then started to peel Lex from his farm casual, removing sweater, one hand sliding down to squeeze gently before unbuttoning and unzipping.
Walked Lex over to the bed, shuffling steps with Lex's pants and briefs around his feet. Pushed him down and turned around to pull of his shoes, knowing that the chaps would frame his ass perfectly. Smiled when Lex groaned, shivered when hands pressed to the cheeks, fingers sliding under the leather on the sides.
Clark had finally managed to pull Lex's shoes off and was starting on the socks when he felt Lex's hands move to cup his balls. Warm breath was his only warning before he felt a mouth around one, sucking gently. Clark balanced himself on his arms, feeling for all the world like he was playing a demented game of twister. A hand on his cock, cupped around the head, working the pre-come back into the skin and Lex moved onto the other ball, curling his lips around and pulling as he did.
"Fuck, Lex."
A soft laugh around his balls, the vibration doing strange things to his already off concentration and Lex's slick hand started to jack him. The blood rushing to his head at this angle wasn't making Clark dizzy, for Clark didn't get dizzy unless he was around a green stone, but it was making him something, needy, maybe desperate. The puff on the end of the hat bounced as Clark shook.
Lex pulled back, leaving Clark's sac wet, and blew soft breath onto it, knowing his lover was already tight. "Do it, Clark. Come on, come for me." Started biting the smooth cheeks in front of him, the leather covered prosthetic hand holding Clark's hips, the other never stopping the frantic slide over the hard, hot, skin of Clark's cock.
"Lex..." Clark came, his hips slamming forward, pressing his cock tighter into Lex's hand, the feeling of teeth on his ass pushing him into that hand just too much to bear.
Lex held him until the last jerks were done, then slid his come-covered hand around to grasp Clark's other leather covered hip. Pulled him back onto the bed.
"Oooff."
"Sorry," Clark said as he rolled to the side. He looked down to see Lex's five hundred dollar shoes, covered in spunk. Turned to Lex before he could follow his gaze, and pulled him into a deep kiss, the poof sliding between their noses.
"This was supposed to be for you, you know."
Lex ran his hand down the soft leather, sliding onto softer skin. He traced the veins in Clark's cock, rewarded with a twitch under the skin. "It's a great present."
Clark moved quickly, sliding on top of Lex, letting him keep running his hands over the leather, capturing his lips, using his tongue to prod Lex's mouth open, and finally sliding inside. Lifted his hips when Lex grunted as the buckle on the chaps rubbed against him a little too roughly. Clark leaned forward, sliding his semi-erect cock against Lex's hard one, letting his tongue thrust in rhythm with his hips. A soft... floppy sound caught his attention and he pulled back, throwing his head back to stop the poof hitting Lex on the head.
One of Lex's feet was running up his leg, over the leather, his real hand sliding between them to pull on his dick. Clark moaned, the blood settling once again, making him red and hard, come leaking again to make him shiny. He was whimpering against Lex's throat, on his way back down to lick from nipple to nipple when Lex grabbed his hair and pulled him up, his tongue snaking out to trace around Clark's ear as he whispered, "Do me."
Clark leaned back and Lex stared, the black leather setting off Clark's cock in such an inspirational way. Clark moved back, settling between Lex's knees when he spread his legs wide. He leaned over and grabbed the small bag he had thrown on the bed earlier; he pulled out a tube and unscrewed the cap, glancing from his hands to Lex. He threw the cap over his shoulder when he finally had it open and started squeezed some of the contents onto his hand.
"Let me." Lex held his hands out, both of them. Clark squeezed the lube onto them both, the leather clad prosthetic and the soft, warm skin of the real. Lex pulled his hands up and sniffed, his expression becoming incredulous. "Plum pudding? They make plum pudding lube?"
"'tis the season," Clark whispered as Lex started to slick him up, going farther down to his balls than was strictly necessary. Stroking more than anything, leaving them both shuddering as Clark slipped a hand between them and painted plum pudding around the small hole, both moaning as one finger slid inside.
Lex reared up, trying to force the finger deeper. "Now, fuck it, now..." Slick fingers held on to leather wrapped thighs, sliding up until warm skin was found, playing with the muscles of Clark's belly working up to nipples, twisting and flicking fingertips over. Clark lined up and waited until Lex was looking him in the eye, all his issues of trust and love and need right there as he stared down. Lex gave him a smile and Clark pushed inside.
Perfect.
Clark pushed into the hilt, then slid back and adjusted the angle until on the next thrust, Lex fairly keened. Kept moving in that arc, then on the next downward spike, pressed himself against Lex, finding his mouth open, hot, and waiting. Let Lex suck his tongue, then returned the favor by fucking his mouth in sync with his cock sliding against the prostate.
Lex writhed as Clark fucked him, their hands meeting at his own cock, tangling first, then wrapping around together to stroke up and down. Clark returned for another kiss, pressing deeper inside him, his body heavy on Lex's already aching cock. Then he leaned back again and Lex watched the poof on the silly hat as it bounced against Clark's face.
The laughter that started in his chest went all the way through and Clark opened his eyes wide as Lex shook. A tremor of another kind quickly flowed through him, and their hands were quickly covered in come and sweat, and Clark thrust deep once more and came, hips and knees locking, mouth open in an O, poof coming to rest on one closed eye.
Clark pulled out, placing a kiss over Lex's heart, then sliding to his side in an exhausted heap, the hat still clinging to his sweaty hair. Lex found a sock in the bedclothes and wiped himself off with it, then threw it to the floor.
"Lift up." Clark floated into the air, about a foot off the bed. Lex pulled back the comforter. "Come back." Clark dropped, a bit less elegantly, back onto the mattress, the poof centering itself on his forehead, the sweat making it stick. Lex brushed it to the side and curled into Clark, one leg over Clark's leather clad ones. Clark slid an arm under him and pulled him close.
"Merry Christmas," Lex said softly as he kissed a convenient shoulder, his only response a squeeze as they both fell asleep.
Lex woke up to the distinct impression he was being watched, and a strange taste in his mouth.
The taste was the pouf, and he spit it out immediately. The watcher was his father, still dressed in his top coat, staring at them. Clark snored softly beside him, one leather clad leg sticking out the side of the bed, the other under Lex's leg beneath the covers.
"Hey, Dad."
"Hello, Lex. Sleeping in?" Said with a trademark Lionel Luthor sneer and look of disapproval.
"It is Christmas Day, you know."
"You'll never control the world with an attitude like that."
"Didn't you retire, Dad?"
Lionel gave him a nasty look. "I'm going down to breakfast. I'm assuming you'll be down shortly." He turned on his heel, then stopped, sniffing the air. "It reeks of plum pudding in here. What the hell were you two doing with baked goods?" Not waiting for an answer, he strode from the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Your dad?"
"Yeah. Now will you let me meglo Miami Beach?"
"It's tempting," Clark said, turning to Lex, his eyes shining with that early morning look Lex had come to know and love and need... "But we still have half a tube of baked goods, and waiting will piss him off more." Full lips curved in a smile.
Lex laughed as he felt leather against his stiffening cock and that damned pouf in his eye again, just before lips touched his.
© EAS, March, 2002
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