Hungry Eyes.... -- NC-17 by BuffyAngel68
  
A.N. This was originally part of my current Smallville series, but it makes a nice standalone too. Lex and Clark are established lovers, they're being forced to spend the night apart but in adjoining rooms and using fantasy to make it through. Oh, and Lex knows everything about Clark. This is not a song-fic. The relevant music is just playing in the background and I threw out lines they might logically comment on or react to. Enjoy!
 
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CLARK'S FANTASY
 
 
(C'mon, Clark. You can do this. Like he said... just get the picture set in your mind, start the movie running and touch yourself like he showed you.}
 
Clark tried, but didn't quite succeed. His hand stopped short of his navel and his face swiftly grew heated. {Okay, so it's not that easy. Picture first.... where do I really wanna make love to him most? He talked about a beach.... nah. Too many potential distractions. Sunburn in unthinkable places, sand that gets absolutely *everywhere*..... definitely not. The boat maybe? Uh-uh. Me puking over the side wouldn't exactly make Lex hot. The castle was our first time... too special to re-visit. Hang on... that image seems to be sticking. Something's not right, though... oh. Okay.... that'll work.... that'll work even better...}
 
This time, Clark's tentative fingers achieved their goal and, with the help of his more than active imagination, his body began to show its approval of his choice of fantasy...
 
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"Lex... not there! You're crazy!" Clark whispered harshly as they strode through the empty castle hand in hand.
 
"You don't have to worry, Clark. You and I are the only ones in the house."
 
"But... it's the middle of the day. What about the staff?"
 
"They were ecstatic to get an extra paid day off. I personally saw the last of them out last night and changed the security system code so even my father can't get in. Noone's going to bother us today, I promise you that. We can do whatever we want.... wherever we want."
 
"And if I'm not sure what that is just yet?" Clark chuckled as Lex led him into the office/library.
 
"I suppose we'll have to try a few different places. You're bound to like one of them..." Lex replied, releasing Clark's hand long enough to shut the doors. Grinning shyly, Clark turned and opened them again. Lex returned the smile at double the wattage. "My, my. Farm-boy makes a swipe at the reins. Becoming an exhibitionist, Clark?"
 
"Not in this life, Lex! It just gets... stuffy in here with the doors closed. That's all."
 
"We could go out on the back lawn if you'd prefer. Plenty of fresh air..."
 
"Lex, don't you ever stop?" Clark asked, kissing him lightly and quickly. "Not that I don't love how a playful mood looks on you, but...."
 
"Hmm? And just how does it look?" Lex tossed back, a sotto voce growl slipping in under his words as he wrapped both hands in his lover's dark silky hair.
 
"Sexy.... you're absolutely sure we're alone?"
 
"Totally... utterly.... completely...."
 
Pulling away, Clark moved to the couch in front of the enormous TV and snatched up the remote. Clicking it on, he punched the buttons that would tune in the rock music network.
 
"What are you thinking, Clark?" Lex asked cautiously.
 
"They're doing three hours of Eighties hair bands today. Specifically.... Motley Crue."
 
Lex got the point instantly and began to back away, chuckling fearfully.
 
"Oh, no.... we said that wasn't an option, remember? No stripping to hard rock videos. That was the deal."
 
"We said not that night, we didn't say never. Besides you made that null and void just a few minutes ago. Whatever, wherever are the words you used, I believe."
 
Moving at super-speed, Clark was across the room and had Lex tightly wrapped in his arms before the startled older man could even blink. Sliding his hands down to gently squeeze the globes of his lover's ass, Clark used his grip to press them closer together.
 
"I know you can dance, Lex. All I'm asking is that you do it for me. Just once...."
 
"Not to... that. If I'm going to agree to this I need real music."
 
"Okay." Clark laughed softly, switching the TV off again. "Real music... like what?"
 
"Eric Carmen."
 
"You've got the soundtrack?"
 
"In the rack on the wall."
 
Grinning like a maniac, Clark released Lex and ran, normal velocity, to where a small portion of his lover's music collection was stored. Searching through the D's he quickly found what he wanted, took it to the stereo, dropped the disk in and cued up the right song. As he moved back to Lex's side, a gentle soft rock melody began to fill the room. The moment Clark was back in touching range, Lex draped his arms around the younger man's neck, stared intently into his eyes and began a slow, side to side movement with his hips, which were in full contact with his lover's.
 
* I've been meanin' to tell you, I've got this feelin' that won't subside.... *
 
"You keep moving that way..." Clark groaned, ".... I won't be subsiding either..."
 
"That's the point." Lex teased.
 
"No... the point is for you to get those... corporate clothes off.... so I can make love to you until you can't see straight...."
 
* I look at you and I fantasize.... Be mine tonight. *
 
"I get too close to you... that happens anyway.... I catch a glimpse of your mouth.... your hands.... I start thinking about what they'd do... how you'd touch me and taste me.... after that I don't need my eyes anymore...."
 
To his arousing words, Lex added a harder grind of his hips and Clark hissed in his ear.
 
* With these hungry eyes. One look at you and I can't disguise, I've got hungry eyes... *
 
"I do. I'll always need them Lex.... this song is so perfect.... I saw the hunger in your eyes a long time before I ever knew what it meant.... before I knew I wanted to do something to feed it...."
 
* I want to hold you so hear me out. I want to show you what love's all about... *
 
Clark's hands glided around the back of Lex's skull, making slow circles with his fingertips on the sensitive skin and drawing an incoherent purr of need out of the other man. In response, Lex wriggled his fingers back into his young lover's ebony tresses and held on tightly as their dance intensified. Clark was now rocking and moving in rhythm with Lex, fighting to keep pace as they both became more desperate and frantic.
 
"G-God... Lex...."
 
"I know... slow down... just a little... there.... I want you like scotch and oxygen right now... but let's make it last, okay?"
 
"Forever...."
 
"Hope you don't mean that, farm-boy.... I can't hold out that long...."
 
"No. I just meant.... I want this feeling forever.... being close, touching... knowing you need me as much as I need you...."
 
"More... I need you more, Clark. If you realized...."
 
"I do, Lex.... I do, and it's okay.... it's okay. Need me as much as you have to.... I won't run away.... never...."
 
Suddenly, Lex felt cool air drift across his prick as Clark lifted his heavy, weeping organ free of his pants and began to stroke him firmly. He swiftly did the same for Clark and the race for completion was on.
 
* Now I've got you in my sights, with these hungry eyes... *
 
Gazes locked together, flashing, sparking hazel entwined with cooler periwinkle, the two lovers caressed and rubbed, hands moving faster and faster as each pushed the other closer to the edge.
 
"Clark.... God, I love this... love you... harder...."
 
"Yes.... oh, Lex.... please...."
 
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Arching his back, Clark startled himself when his orgasm hit. He had been so deeply rooted in the fantasy that he'd forgotten what was happening to his body back in the real world. Curling forward, half sitting up, he crammed his free hand into his mouth just in time to stifle his moans and words of passion and love for Lex. When his need finally ebbed, he collapsed back into his twisted sheets and blankets, panting heavily.
 
{Whoa... that was.... I so need to get him out of here this weekend. Just us in the castle.... yeah, that's exactly what he needs. What we both need. Now, how do I convince him to give the whole staff a paid day off and change the security code for twenty-four hours without him thinking I've lost my mind....}
 

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