Title: The Absolute Worst
Author: Dehc (Aka: dianehc on livejournal.com)
Email: dianehc@gmail.com
Challenge: Partner
Notes: Beta’d by wonderful livejournal friends, BlackPsychi, Hrd02ca, and Enderwiggins24. Thank you so much for your advice and input. Any mistakes remaining are completely my own- and are the only things Smallville related that I do own.
Summary: Lex discovers more comments to add to a very long list.

“Clark! For Christ’s sake! You aren’t going to break it.”

Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit! Clark’s rigid posture immediately told Lex that he had discovered one more comment to add to his “things-you-never-say-to-your-horny-guilt-ridden-alien-teen-lover” list. Even as Lex rolled his hips sensuously in a last-ditch attempt to coax Clark to stay at his task, Clark released his shaft and knelt back with a flash of guilt and concern in his eyes.

“I could, you know. Easily – without even trying to.” Angst and tears welled in Clark’s eyes as he met Lex’s. But, Lex no longer even needed to see Clark’s eyes to know that they were filled with misery. Not after six months! Six months of the absolute worst sex that he had experienced in his rather long and jaded history of sexual encounters – was  enough to tell him that his young lover was already slipping into his self-doubting, self-flagellating (in a bad way), self-loathing mode that would take hours of gentle persuasion to even ease.

“Could, perhaps, but no sweetheart, you wouldn’t. You keep too tight a rein on everything to ever do that.” Even though Lex kept his tone soft, he saw the accusation underneath register in Clark’s eyes. Damn. One more thing to add to that list. Clark’s slump shouldered roll to the other side of the bed so predictable that Lex had to sigh when it finally occurred.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make it worse.” He whispered into Clark’s ear as he spooned into the young man’s naked form.

“No… No… I’m sorry. Pretty pathetic, hunh?”

Lex rolled his hips against Clark’s backside, denying both physically and verbally Clark’s assertion: “Ohh, no. There’s nothing pathetic about you. In fact, it’s rather charming that you care enough to be so concerned about hurting me. It’s only the fear that’s holding you back, and fear we can work around.”

Although he meant what he said, even Lex doubted that it would be that easy and understood Clark’s derisive huff in response. If Clark’s problem was only fear, perhaps they could have worked around it easily. But, Clark’s fears amounted to ingrained (erection-killing) terrors that his parents had drilled into him most of his eighteen years. And weren’t there just times, he could thrash the sanctimonious old cracker within an inch of his life.

“It’s not his fault, Lex.” Clark chastised sadly. “He’s seen the kind of pain, these stupid hands can cause,” he finished, tearing himself down even further in his own eyes as he stared at his admittedly large hands. 

Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit! He wasn’t supposed to hear that; Lex hadn’t realized he was saying it out loud. Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!

Lex honestly didn’t even know what else to try. In the past six months, they had experimented every non-threatening position, trick, and technique Lex knew, but all to the same result.  Clark was surprisingly easy to arouse and could be tantalized to astonishing hardness even by a certain tone of Lex’s voice (and charmingly enough, if Clark was telling the truth only Lex’s voice seemed to have that specific effect). But, eventually, the time would come for Clark to participate and it devolved from there as years of fearing that even one uncontrolled touch could cause mayhem and disaster crashed down on Clark, driving his arousal completely underground and limiting his movements to the most mechanical, controlled, and non-sensual variations imaginable.

While he would never admit it to Clark, Lex did pity his love because the young man seemed beyond enjoying the tantalizing pleasure that might have erased the worst of his fears. And, as a result, with nothing to compare it to, Clark naturally misinterpreted any and all gasps, groans, moans, and even heavy sighs that Lex made as signs of pain, which he believed Lex was trying to cover up for his sake.  

Wrapping his arms around, the young man, Lex began to nibble at the nape of his neck.

“I really was trying, Lex.”

“Mmmhm.”  Lex acknowledged Clark’s comment with a murmur. That really hadn’t been in question. Months ago, it had become apparent that Clark, having given up on achieving his own pleasure, always tried as hard as he could to make sure Lex got some pleasure out of the experience. As he nibbled, Clark’s skin warmed with a slow flush.

“Lex.”

“Mmhm?”

“Nothing has changed, Lex.”

Pausing in his nibbling for a second, Lex answered in a husky whisper, “You’re right.” He punctuated the sentence with a light nip on Clark’s earlobe before continuing. “You are still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Sex on a stick and good enough to eat.”

“Lex… that’s…” Lex’s teeth trailing down his throat from the junction of his jaw and ear effectively silenced Clark.

“Mmhmm” Lex follow the curve of Clark’s shoulder with his gentle nips even as he wrapped his hand around one of Clark’s wrists and pulled his the young man’s hand’s up to his cheek. It was a risk; Clark was particularly frightened about what he could do with his hands and Lex felt some resistance to his move. With gentle insistent pressure, he finally coaxed Clark’s palm to his cheek, but only at the price of Clark’s waning erection.

“And, as for these hands.” Lex stopped to nuzzle his cheek into Clark’s palm. “These fabulous hands have gently carried me out of more scrapes than I care to or can remember.”

Taking Clark’s hand down from his cheek, Lex turned his palm up to face him and planted a solid kiss in the center.  “These hands, I trust.”

Folding all of Clark’s fingers into his palm, Lex gently closed them over his own and turned their entwined fingers to kiss the back of Clark’s hand before he kissed each finger in turn. “These fingers, I adore.”

“The only thing they do that I would classify in anyway as being ‘stupid’ is staying too far away from me too much of the time. But, when they are like this…” Lex’s turned his voice into the deep husky voice that he knew stirred Clark’s libido and turned his kisses into long sensuous licks from the back of Clark’s hand to each fingertip.  “they are perfect.”

“Leeexxxx,” Clark sighed relaxing until Lex began to demonstrate what he’d wanted to do on other more delicate appendages. “Ohhh, Lex!”

“Hmmm?”

“You’re evil.”

“Evil?” Lex chuckled as a suitably devilish reply came to mind. “Yeah, I suppose that fits.”

Responding to Clark’s amused snort, Lex suggestively sucked and nibbled the first joint of Clark’s thumb until his lover was practically writhing in response. Clark’s questioning moan was all the prompting Lex needed to explain his teasing reply.

“Oh, yes. Evil seems an entirely appropriate description for my plans.”

3…

2…

1…

“Wha…ahh..t…mmhm… Plans, Lex?”  Bless innocent farm-boy curiosity.

“At the moment,” Lex rose on his elbow to let Clark watch as he continued, “I’m seriously considering how I can go about …. Corrupting,” pausing to take Clark’s thumb fully into his mouth, Lex swirled his tongue over and around the twitching appendage reminding Clark of the attentions he could focus elsewhere before he pulled off with a moist pop.

“Ravaging,” He murmured in his huskiest breath as he replaced Clark’s thumb with his index finger.

“Raping,” Lex couldn’t help but smirk at Clark’s loud responsive gasp.

“Pillaging,” he punctuated each word by going down on a new finger in a display of sensuality that soon had Clark panting at the suggestions of what Lex intended to do to his eagerly rising shaft.

“And Plundering the delightfully unconquered territory of a certain Angel.”

“Ohhhhhh.”  Not for the first time, Lex studied Clark’s beautiful blush—amazed at how easily and intensely Clark responded to such suggestions. But, glad that he did, Lex made a quick decision to try to take it further.

Opening Clark’s palm, he licked it gently -- thoroughly moistening it before lifting his head to meet Clark’s eyes as he repeated, “these fingers, I adore… and trust… with the most precious treasure I can claim.” 

As he spoke, Lex moved their entwined fingers down between them, captured Clark’s mouth when he noticed his love tensing in anticipation, and wrapped Clark’s palm around his own shaft—grinning into Clark’s lips at his love’s breathy “ohhh” when he realized that Lex was referring to his ‘treasure’.  Careful to keep his fingers wrapped around the outside of Clark’s hand, Lex began to urge the young man’s hand to repeat the promises of his tongue—the same tongue that was repeating his promises in Clark’s mouth as he attempted to distract his lover.  

Despite Clark’s usual guilt at the thought of getting himself off (when he couldn’t do the same for Lex), his erection responded very favorably to Lex’s manipulations of his hand. Favorably enough, in fact, that Lex began to think he had found the trick. He had tried similar variations in the past, to no avail, but was willing to go with whatever worked.

Working Clark’s tongue in time with his hand, Lex watched Clark’s eyes until his pupils dilated and light tremor shook his chest. Leaving off his attention to Clark’s tender, full lips was almost difficult, but Lex knew that he needed to push it farther unless he wanted it to be just another ‘safe’ hand-job for Clark.

Trailing kisses down Clark’s chin, Lex traced the curve of his throat, following the tensing muscles to his pectoral ridge, where he closed his lips over Clark’s tan peaked nipple. Almost chuckling as Clark arched into his lips, he slowly teased the firm auburn nipple to hardness—lapping and sucking it into gentle circles as he watched Clark’s erection grow to stunning firmness. If Clark came now, it would at least be a start, but as Lex moved to his other nipple, he decided that he wouldn’t really be satisfied unless he managed to give Clark a full blow job.

It was something he had set his mind to when Clark first admitted his fears about what could happen when they ‘got together’. And, true to his Luthor-upbringing, Lex was loath to give up on that goal.

When both of Clark’s nipples were rock hard and Clark was so close to the edge that he seemed to be shivering with contained energy, Lex finally removed his control of Clark’s hand. Lex grinned broadly as Clark’s panting immediately shifted into a whimper at his absence. Clark’s golden skin drew his eyes downward, and –for a nanosecond—Lex simply enjoyed the view until Clark’s uneven rhythm and continued whimpering recaptured his attention. Lex waited another whimper, before…

“Miss me?” He breathed into Clark’s ear—pleased to find that Clark was almost beyond answering.

“Unhhh-huh”… Almost.

“Miss Me?” Lex repeated insistently in his huskiest tone. Clark’s shaft lurched wildly as he gasped in response.

“Yessssss”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Lex chuckled and darted forward - before Clark could react - to mouth the tip of Clark’s dewy head.

As he did, Lex imagined his lips closing over the cock and putting just enough pressure on Clark’s idyllic feelings of arousal to puncture his comfort zone- releasing the building tension as quickly as a deflating balloon and leaving the young man emotionally aroused but laying as flaccid as an emptied balloon on Lex’s tongue.

So familiar and expected to him was the image that he couldn’t quite contain his triumphant chuckle as he felt Clark jerk and release a tangy burst of liquid down his throat.