Title: Then There Was Alex

Author: Angelee

Pairing: Clark/Lex

Rating: NC-17

Challenge: Sports-play-intramural

Feedback Address: angelee79912@yahoo.com

Beta: By my sister Anna. All final errors are mine-with apologies.

Then There Was Alex

“I hate college.” Clark whispered to himself. “I can’t even play sports. No college sports for Clark Kent. Nothing, zip, nada. Not college football, college baseball, college track. Nothing that’ll involve college sports or physical contact. Why? Because my parents say I’ll hurt someone. To strong, they say. Don’t know my own strength, they say. I can’t even play chess. Might lose myself in the game they say and squash a chess piece. Then the world would know. Sometimes I don’t like my parents very much.”

He stared out onto the empty football field having watched the football players practice. His mom and dad wouldn’t even let him be the towel boy. Saying why chance it. His parents say a lot of things-many of them he didn’t like one little bit.

Clark sighed heavily to himself. His life sucked. A sudden movement to his left had him turning his head.

Way above him, on the bleachers sat a lone boy with the brightest red hair Clark had ever seen. Even as short as the boy wore it-it shone in the sunlight like a bright, new copper penny.

The boy was typing furiously in his laptop. Not really taking an interest in what was going on around him. Or rather what wasn’t any more. Once practice had finished everyone had quickly left to follow other pursuits. Clark watched him lifted a blue bottle to his lips taking a deep swallow.

Clark moaned softly. Not really understanding what was happening to him. He only liked girls. He’d only ever liked girls. There was Lana and Chloe back home in Smallville. But his body was responding to the boy in a way he wasn’t quite sure he liked. Before he could stopped himself he was climbing the bleachers.

“Hello.” He said, smiling shyly.

Startled the boy almost dropped the bottle. “H…hello.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Blue eyes looked up at him. “You didn’t scare me, not really. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to me.”

Clark frowned. “Why’s that?”

Slight shoulders shrugged. “Don’t know. That’s just the way it is.”

Clark suddenly felt a deep sadness he couldn’t explain. “Oh. Can I sit with you?”

Suddenly the boy gave him a brilliant smile. “Of course.”

“I’m Clark Kent.”

“Hello, Clark Kent. I’m Alexander Luthor. All my friends call me Lex. Not that I have that many, friends that is.” Lex told him with a sadness it broke Clark’s heart.

Clark wanted so badly to touch Lex but he didn’t dare. He couldn’t, they’d just met. “Can I call you Alex?” He said, instead.

Curious blue eyes look at him. “Why?”

“Because I intend to be your friend and I would really like to call you Alex.”

Clark got a tiny smile for his words. “Oh, okay.” Lex told him shyly. “Alex is fine.”

“Cool. Shake on it?” Clark asked offering his hand.

Alex took it. As soon as the skin of Alex’s hand moved over his Clark felt something course through him. A connection to this beautiful boy he shouldn’t have felt, but did. It touched him to his very core. He couldn’t help it, he moaned softly.

Alex heard. “Are you okay?”

“F…fine, thank-you. So what are you doing way up here?” Clark asked hoarsely.

Blue eyes narrowed slightly, but did not question. “I come up here to study. It’s quiet and the jock’s won’t mess with a nerd like me. Unless it’s to beat me up.”

“They’d better not. Or they’ll answer to me.” Clark said fiercely. Alex looked at him oddly. “I’m sorry, it’s just that friends look out for each other and you’re my friend and I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Oh, okay. Well, anyway I come up here to study. It’s really quiet once the jock are done with their primitive mating dance.”

“Primitive mating dance?”

“Yes. They’re doing the macho thing in an effort to get their perspective mates attentions. It’s the same no matter what sports are being played. Football is the worst, though.”

“You don’t think that it’s just that they like to kick the shit out of each other while chasing a funny-looking ball around a field?”

Alex chucked softly. Clark smiled. He like the sound. A lot. He liked everything about Alex. He wanted to touch him. Badly. He was trembling with need. A need he didn’t understand. He frowned inwardly. This wasn’t right. Not right at all. Knowing it to be true as he looked into the innocent, blue eyes looking up at him.

“Why aren’t you down on the field kicking the shit out of someone carrying a funny-looking ball?” Alex asked him quietly.

“Why do you ask?”

Alex shrugged. “It’s just that you have the build of someone who should be playing football.”

Clark sighed. “Long story. Perhaps I’ll tell you another time.”

“Will there be another time?” Alex asked hopefully.

Clark smiled at him. It almost seemed as if Alex were flirting with him. “Do you want there to be another time?”

“Yes. Like I said earlier, I don’t have many friends. I’d like to keep the ones I have.”

Before Clark could stop himself his hand reached out and gently caressed the side of Alex pale face. Soft, so soft. Clark moaned again. He used the same hand to pull Alex to him. His mouth worshipping where his hand had been only moments before.

“W…what are you doing?” Alex questioned, breathlessly tilting his head for more.

“I… don’t know. Please, please don’t be frightened.” Clark pleaded softly. “I won’t hurt you. But I can’t seem to stop. Oh, God, I need to touch you. So badly, it’s starting to hurt. Let me. Please let me.”

Clark sought Alex’s lips blindly. They opened under his gentle assault. Clark mewled gratefully as their tongue mated and danced slowly together. He didn’t understand what was happening. He didn’t care. Alex tasted good, so good. Slowly he pulled away.

Alex looked at him in confusion. Licking at his swollen lips. “What’s happening?”

“I…I don’t know, Alex. But do you feel it? The pull toward one another?”

“Yes. But why? We don’t even know each other. It’s to fast. Way, way to fast?”

Clark nuzzled the side of Alex’s face hungrily. “I know, but I need to be near you. I need to touch you. Come home with me?”

Alex moved into the caress. “I…I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please, Alex, please.” Clark pleaded.

Alex looked out onto the empty football field. “No, Clark. To soon. To Fast. Slow down.”

With that he moved away from Clark. Clark reached for him. “Alex, please let me hold you. It hurts. God it hurts.”

Blue eyes stared at his unsure. “I…”

“Please, Alex, please.”

“Alright, but just to hold.”

“Y…yes.” Clark replied, pulling Alex to him hard. Softening the hold when the redhead gave a small moan of pain. “S…sorry.”

“That’s okay.”

Clark felt Alex’s hands slowly reach around to hold him hesitantly. Clark gave a small moan of contentment when he felt the pain in him ease. “That’s good.”

“Hmm. So what’s this all about?”

“I…I have no idea. It goes away when I’m near you.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Alex told him softly, burying his face in Clark’s huge chest.

“I know.” Clark said, hands gently cupping Alex’s head. Running his hands over the soft red locks. “How did you end up with hair so red?”

“My Mom. If you think my hair is red, you should have seen hers.” Alex chuckled.

Clark shivered when he felt Alex’s warm breath against him. “Hmm. I’d love to meet her.”

“Can’t she’s dead. Died a long time ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Clark cupped Alex’s face in his hands. “Let’s go somewhere private, Alex. Please?” He pleaded, looking deep into dazed blue eyes.

“I…”

“Please, Alex. I need you.” Clark pleaded again, nuzzling Alex’s face with his own.

“I…I can’t.”

“But why?” Clark asked against Alex’s warm lips.

“I…I don’t do that sort of thing.”

Clark licked at Alex’s mouth. “What sort of thing?”

“W…What you want to do.” Alex replied, trying to push Clark away.

“I want you. Badly. And I don’t do that sort of thing either.” Tightening his hold possessively, earning a groan of pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Let go.” Alex demanded.

Clark complied. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Well you did.” Alex replied, glaring at him as he rubbed his arms. “What do you take me for any way?”

“I…”

“I’m not some slut you can just pick up and fuck under the bleachers.”

Clark reeled at Alex’s words. “I…I n…never said you were.”

“You didn’t say it, but you sure as hell are acting like it.” Alex said angrily. “I think I’ll go now and you’ll let me. Right?”

“Y…yes, Alex.” Clark replied meekly.

When Alex packed his laptop away and started to work his way down the bleachers Clark moaned softly. It was starting to hurt again. He’d never in his life met Alex before, but now-now it seemed he was tied to him in a way he couldn’t understand. The further down Alex got the more it hurt. By the time Alex was down at the bottom Clark was in agony.

“Alex, please.” He screamed as he toppled over, hand tightening over his abdomen protectively.

Hands, warm hands gently uncurled him from his fetal position. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Clark looked up at Alex dazedly. “I…I don’t know. I don’t understand what’s happening. If you move away from me, I feel pain. A lot of it.”

“Maybe we should get you to a doctor.” Alex said, helping Clark sit up.

“No. No doctor. Give me a second. I’ll be okay.” Clark told him moving as close to Alex as he could, trembling violently.

The redhead allowed it. Even going as far as pulling him closer. “That’s an interesting way to get into my bed don’t you think?” He said giving Clark a small smile.

Clark returned it shakily. “Y…yeah. Is it working?”

Alex frowned at him. “Is that what you truly want? Is that what it’ll take to make you feel better?”

Clark swallowed heavily. “I don’t know. I think so. I…It’s just that, I don’t know what’s happening to me.” He looked up at the blue eyes looking down at him. “The only think I know for sure is that I need you. A lot.”

“Alright then. Let’s go.”

Clark looked at Alex in surprise. “You’re going to let me have you?”

“Yes. Let’s go before I change my mind.” Alex told him, helping Clark up. “I still might. This whole situation is very odd.”

“Yes. Alex, where? Where are we going?”

“My place. It’s off campus. No one will bother us.”

Clark pulled Alex into his arms. Needing him close with a desperation he’d never felt before. “Oh, God. You feel good. So good.” He sighed softly. Not realizing until to late that his body was moving urgently against Alex’s. He met the blue eyes looking at him. “Alex.” He said in horror, unable to stop. No matter how much he urged his body to.

“Shh, it’s alright. It’s almost as if you’re in heat.” Alex told him almost clinically. Hand rubbing soothingly over his back.

“Like some dog or cat?”

“Hmm.”

“Oh, God.” Clark replied in shock. “I can’t stop. Alex, please I don’t want to rape you out here on the bleachers. Help me.”

“I think what we’re going to have to do is take the edge off. Do it. Come.”

“Right here? Out in the open?” Clark replied, looking around the empty football field.

“Right here. Right now. Come, Clark.”

Clark found himself moving against Alex almost violently. Pulling him close, carefully. Not wanting to hurt Alex again. He arched his head back moaning loudly as he came so hard it hurt. “Alex.” He screamed.

When the spasms finally stopped he buried his head against Alex’s neck in shame. “I’m sorry, Alex. I’m sorry.”

“Shh, don’t be sorry. I enjoyed it.”

Clark moved away slightly. “What?”

Alex smiled at him. “Hmm, it’s not to often a handsome man wants me enough to come all over me out in the open. Actually it’s never happened before. I kinda like it.”

“Oh, Alex.” Clark sighed, wrapping his arms tightly around the redhead. Suddenly his head popped up. He gasped, looking at Alex in helplessness. “Alex?”

“Again.” Clark nodded, biting his lip hard. “That was fast. Come on lets get out of here. Try and figure out what’s happening to you.”

**********************

Sweat gleaming on his body Clark slowly crawled over Alex as he lay tummy down. Head half buried under a pillow, Alex moaned softly when Clark entered him again. Causing him to shiver at the intense pleasure it caused.

Heat came off of them in palatable waves as Alex let Clark take what he need. What they both seemed to need. No words were spoke, not needed as Clark increased his rhythm driving Alex hard into the bed.

Alex had lost all sense of time. It could be late, really late or perhaps already a brand new day. It didn’t really matter as Clark nuzzled his neck. Running a lazy finger over his swollen lips.

Alex bit him-hard. It seemed to set something off Clark-with an almost violent shove entered him again. Alex moaned at the pleasure/pain, arching his head back. “Ah.” He gasped silently. Clark thrust up into him almost lifting him from the bed with the force of it. Alex closed his eyes giving himself into Clark’s passion.

Alex lay on the bed resting. To weak to even move. He was sore in place he didn’t even know could get sore. He could feel Clark moving around on the bed. Unable to see what he was doing or at this point even caring.

He felt heated flesh move across his back as Clark entered him again. He’s lost count how may times he’d come. How many times Clark had come in him. He didn’t care. Couldn’t care as Clark began thrusting once again.

He was tired. Alex was tired, so very tired. Tiny tremors shook his body as he lay on the bed. Unable, unwilling to move. Moaning weakly as he felt Clark move behind him once again.

“Ah, Clark. Not yet?” He whispered hoarsely.

With a gentle shove Alex was entered again. “Not yet.” It hasn’t been enough. No where near enough. “Not yet.” He was told, pulled close against a really hot, hard, moving body. “Not yet.” Clark whispered against his ear.

Alex rested on strong, heavily muscled thighs. Clark thrusting up into him. “Oh, God.” He said, shuddering violently as Clark brushed against his sensitized prostate.

“I’m sorry, Alex. I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have been this way.” Clark told him, burying his head against Alex’s sweaty neck.

“Ah. Are we close, Clark. Please tell me we’re close.”

“I…I don’t know, Alex. I don’t know. The hunger’s not as strong. I think it might be almost over. I’m sorry, so sorry.”

“Hmm.” Alex replied, his hands covering Clark’s strong callused ones holding him possessively around the waist. “Y…yes.” Closing his eyes tightly when the thrusts grew stronger. “Ah. God.”

They lay on the bed in a sweaty, tangled heap. Clark on top of Alex, still buried deep. Not wanting to be free of him. Ever.

“I think it’s over.” He whispered softly, sadly.

“Hmm. Good.” Alex replied shakily, gently stroking a heavily muscled back.

“Y…yes.” Clark thought about it for a moment. “Yes, but I think we may have a slight problem.

“What?” Alex asked, meeting Clark’s green eyes.

“I’m going to need you again.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Like this?”

“Yes, but it won’t be for awhile. We’re connected somehow. I’m not going to be able to let you go. You’re mine now.”

“What? I can’t be yours. I don’t even know you.” Alex replied shoving Clark off of him roughly making them both gasp at the loss. He rose from the bed gathering his clothing.

“Alex…”

“No. We had sex. Mind-blowing sex and that was it. Please get your clothes and leave. Be gone by the time I get out of the shower.”

“Alex, please. Listen to me.”

Alex turned to glare at him. “No. We have nothing left to say to one another be gone by the time I get out of the shower.” He repeated again.

Clark watched Alex limp carefully toward the bathroom. The door closing with a click so final it tore at Clark’s heart.

To Be Continued.