Title: The Letter L
Author: Witch Hazel
Feedback: Jaiken2002@aol.com
Rating: Very NC-17 + Clark/Lex
Spoilers for “Heat.”
Disclaimer: I only love ‘em, I don’t own ‘em. Never have. Never will. No money is changing hands. This is blatant copyright violation but just for fun.
Second Wave Challenge: “Clark and Lex are arguing over something the other did or said. The arguing becomes extremely violent word wise, not physically. One of them gets right up into the other's face and suddenly they end up kissing. This has to be a first time, the kissing and very soon after sex has to be rough, quick and nasty. Think clothes flying, biting, bruising and what not. Or for you trekkies out there, think of it like Klingons having sex. (Christine)”
Notes: Thanks to my awesome betas, my own special self (moss) and MeLi. You two were great! Any mistakes or inconsistencies or just downright non-entertaining portions are completely my fault!

THE LETTER L

“I can’t believe you said that!” Clark sounded seriously perturbed. Lex wracked his brain trying to remember what the hell he had said. He clicked his key chain and the automatic door locks chirped like an electronic bird.

“That sound is so pretentious.” Was Clark pouting? “Can I drive?”

Lex shrugged and tossed him the keys. “What did I say?”

Clark slid into the driver’s seat and stroked the padded leather steering wheel cover. “Something about the letter L.”

“Excuse me?”

“You said,” Clark whined, putting the car smoothly into gear and easing into traffic, “and I quote, ‘It must be something about the letter L‘.”

Lex gave his head a slight shake and nibbled at the scar on his upper lip. “You’ll have to enlighten me, here, Clark. Give me a little context. ‘Cause I have no freaking idea what you’re talking about. The light is red.”

“Yes. It is. I see that.” Clark beat a quick rhythm on the steering wheel. “Do you want to drive?”

“No. No. I’m good.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re upset.”

“And what was your first clue, Sherlock?”

Lex chuckled. “Clark. Please. Just tell me what I said... I know, I know. The letter L. I mean tell me in what context I said it and maybe I’ll understand why you’re so pissed off about it.”

Clark hit the turn signal and made a smooth right onto the main drag out of Smallville, heading towards acres of cornfields, the occasional farm stand, the Luthor mansion and beyond. “Mind if I open her up on the highway?”

Lex settled back into his seat, closed his eyes, and smiled. “Be my guest.”

The car accelerated steadily, with Clark shifting perfectly. “God, I love this car,” Clark muttered under his breath.

“You want it? It’s yours.” Lex never even opened his eyes.

Clark pressed down on the gas and the car suddenly jerked forward. “Something about the fucking letter L. I can’t believe you said that.”

Lex sighed and glanced over at Clark. “Well, apparently I did, so I suggest you just give it up and believe already.”

“We’re sitting there, having a perfectly inane conversation about absolutely nothing of consequence, and Pete says something and Lana says something and I say something and do you even glance up from your laptop, Mr. I’m-so-important-I-have-to-check-my-e-mail-every-5-freaking-minutes?”

“Cow. Cow. Jesus, Clark, cow!”

Clark swerved hard to the left and managed to avoid slamming into the cow in the middle of their lane. “I saw the cow, Lex. I saw the cow.”

“I’m so glad. I think I’d better just keep my eyes closed from now on.”

Clark had to laugh. “Please.”

Lex relaxed. Clark was laughing. That had to be a good sign. And they hadn’t hit the cow. Things were looking up.

Still laughing, Clark shook his head. “The letter L.”

“Oh, for crying out loud, Clark. No more about the goddamned letter L.”

“You don’t even know what you did! You’re clueless.”

Lex nodded. Now he was getting pissed. “Exactly. I thought I made that clear.”

“You were so wrapped up in your damned business...”

“I’ve been expecting an important e-mail concerning my father and the stupid crap plant. It only involves the lives of everyone in this stupid town, including your family and the families of all your stupid friends...”

“You’re stupid!”

Lex laughed. “That’s so mature, Clark. Brilliant comeback.”

“Fuck you!”

No more laughter. “Clark! Jesus, you’re really mad. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did, but I’m truly sorry. Just tell me how to fix it.”

Clark slowed down as he turned into the long drive up to the mansion. He barely had the car in park before he was out of it and headed to the front door at an almost super-speed.

“Clark!”

Clark stopped at the door and waited, a little awkwardly, for Lex to catch up and unlock the door. Lex held it for him and Clark strode in, heading straight for the study. By the time Lex got there, Clark had already racked up the balls and was ready to break.

Lex watched Clark hit the balls around the pool table for a moment, then poured himself a shot of whiskey. “You’re getting really good at that. If you could match your power with just a little more finesse, you’d be a fine athlete, you know that? I wish I could figure out why Jonathan won’t let you play sports.”

“You’re babbling.”

“True. You’re sulking.”

Clark grinned. “You’re stupid.”

“No, you’re stupid.”

“No, you’re stupid.” The grin became a giggle.

Lex nearly choked on a swallow of whiskey. “Ah, shit. I almost shot whiskey out my nose. Which is not only completely un-cool, but also burns like hell.”

“I won’t ask how you know that.”

Lex raised his glass in Clark’s direction. “Thank you for leaving me that little shred of dignity.”

Clark darkened. “More than you left me.”

The glass came down smack in the middle of the shot Clark was lining up. “I’ve had it. What did I say about the letter L?”

Clark leaned heavily on the pool cue. “Pete said we couldn’t go to ‘The Two Towers’ opening night because Lana and I are going to Metropolis for the Adoption Services benefit that LexCorp’s having that weekend. And we probably couldn’t go the next weekend because I promised I’d help put the new roof on the Talon before winter and winter is practically here--”

“--Is this going to be a long story, Clark?”

Clark began advancing toward Lex, and for some reason Lex felt the need to back up. Clark wouldn’t really hit him with that stick, would he?

“And Chloe said she wondered what it would take to get that kind of attention from me these days, and seeing that I’d sat in line for 17 hours to be the first one to see the opening showing of ‘The Fellowship of the Ring,’ she wondered what it took to keep me from the opening of this one. And you, buried in your damned computer and not even half listening, looked up at her, smiled a little smile that under the circumstances can only be described as sexy, and said...”

Lex smiled (what could only be described as a sexy smile) and repeated, “It must be something about the letter L.”

Clark had him backed up against the bookshelves, pinned by the pool cue across his chest, pressing a little harder than Lex figured he meant to. “Exactly.”

“I don’t see the problem, Clark,” Lex protested.

Clark exploded. “Do you have *any* idea how much time I spend trying to convince people that you and I are just friends? My dad, Pete, Chloe, my guidance counselor for Christ’s sake! That all the looks, the double entendres, the goddamned gifts *aren’t* flirting, *aren’t* seduction?”

He knew he shouldn’t, but Lex couldn’t help grinning. “Sorry.”

Clark glowered, pressing even closer. “And then with one sentence you screw it all up by equating the way I feel about you -- L. L. -- with the way I feel about Lana -- L. L. -- who’s only been my romantic-sexual obsession since forever. And in case anyone missed your meaning,” Clark’s voice rose, “and, oh, this was just perfect -- you winked at Lana!” The pool cue snapped in Clark’s hands.

“I did not!” Lex was indignant.

“You did!”

“Never. No way.” Now Lex’s voice was rising, “I did not wink at Lana Lang.”

“You. Did.” Clark punctuated his words with little shoves, and Lex’s head hit the Oxford English Dictionary. Unabridged. Hardbound.

“Ow.”

Clark backed up quickly. “Oh, man, I’m sorry!”

Lex shook his head. “Clark. You are an idiot.”

“I said I’m sorry. Did I really hurt you?”

Lex yanked one half of the cue from Clark’s hand, pointing the jagged end into Clark’s chest as he relentlessly backed him across the room. “You fucking had me pinned against the wall. We’re yelling at each other all excited. You said I had a sexy smile! For Christ’s sake, Clark, you create the finally-fucking-perfect-never-could-be-better moment for me to kiss you and you back off and apologize! Of course I’ve been flirting with you! It *is* all seduction! My God! It’s a wonder they manage to procreate in Kansas!”

Clark backed into the desk. Hard. “I’m an idiot.”

“I think I just said that.”

“I’m agreeing with you.”

“Oh, what the fuck?” In a heartbeat Lex had closed the distance between them and pushed Clark back onto the desk. Onto the pen and pencil set.

“Ow.”

Lex yanked Clark back up and with one graceful motion of the pool cue swept everything from the desk onto the floor.

“Lex, your computer...”

Lex grabbed the neck of Clark’s Old Navy rugby and got right in his face. “Shut. Up.”

Clark grinned. “Right.”

Lex grinned, too, but only for a split-second before he closed his eyes, parted his lips and tugged roughly on Clark’s upper lip. His tongue darted out and licked Clark’s lower lip. “You taste like coffee and... candy corn. Heaven.”

Clark opened his lips and felt Lex’s tongue move inside his mouth. He almost laughed as they jockeyed for position, tongues wrestling and perfect teeth clicking together, but before the giggles started Lex yielded and Clark was able to lick Lex’s lips and move his tongue into Lex’s mouth. “You taste like whiskey and... peanut butter?”

Lex opened his eyes to find Clark’s also open and dancing with laughter just an eyelash length away. Lex laughed. “You are so weird.”

Clark slid his arms around Lex’s waist and pushed off with his feet, throwing them both off balance and back onto the desk. Clark landed with a sharp exhale, and Lex landed right on top of him, the forgotten half cue dropping to the floor. A little wriggling and they were reasonably comfortable, length-wise on the desk. Or as comfortable as they could be fully clothed while fully erect.

Clark slid a hand up Lex’s silk-covered back and guided Lex’s face back to his own, none too gently. He forced open Lex’s lips with his tongue and now he took control of the kissing. Sucking Lex’s lower lip, nibbling on Lex’s scar, exploring every molar. He never once closed his eyes. This was just too good.

Lex moaned softly, and his eyes did close. Clark’s expression was so intense it was impossible for Lex to hold that gaze and not think. Think about what the expression meant. He couldn’t think about love right now. Couldn’t think about anything at all except the fact that he was on top of the sexiest boy he’d ever seen, including models, porn stars and George Clooney, and he could feel said boy’s cock hard against his. Through at least two layers of clothing, true. But hard. Made hard by him. Clark was hard from kissing him.

And more. God, how could there be more? Clark’s hand -- the one not holding Lex’s head forcefully in just the place Clark wanted it -- that other hand was pulling Lex’s shirt out from his slacks. Lex wanted to push up from Clark, to unbutton the shirt, take off the belt, peel down the pants. But then Lex had experience and patience.

Clark was sixteen. He gave up the polite, slow disengagement of clothes from Lex’s body and took another route. Briefly removing his mouth from Lex’s, Clark leaned down to Lex’s shoulder and bit a hole in his two-hundred-fifty-dollar shirt. Back to kissing before Lex could register their lips had ever parted, he reached up and grabbed the hole, yanking it hard and ripping the shirt clear down to the waist.

For an instant Lex registered a tinge of anger. Then again, he had just thrown a computer to the floor in the name of passion. What was a shirt, after all? But had Clark really bitten through the fabric?

Lex helped Clark get the shirt the rest of the way off of him and all rational thought fled as he felt Clark’s powerful hands exploring his naked skin with as much finesse as Lex could have ever prayed for. By turns as gentle as a snowflake and as rough as a back-alley trick, Clark stroked every inch of Lex’s back, his neck, his arms, his hands, his throat, his face, his head. And those damned eyes stayed open.

Lex pulled away from the kissing, gasping. “Two requests?”

Clark looked dazed, almost drugged. “Anything.”

Lex grinned. “Let me breathe -- just a little once in while. And close your eyes.”

“But you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re giving me the creeps, Clark. No offense, but please stop staring at me.”

Clark grinned. “On one condition.”

Lex nodded.

“I’ll close my eyes... if you...”

Lex nodded again.

Clark‘s voice lowered to a whisper. “Everything?”

“Everything.” The reply was barely a whisper, breathed into Clark’s open lips as Clark finally closed his eyes. Clark sighed and his hips bucked as he felt Lex’s tongue slip into his mouth. With Lex’s promise Clark seemed to give up his desperate need for control. Lex knew what he was doing. Clark would simply let him do it.

He allowed himself to be man-handled as Lex roughly jerked the t-shirt shirt over his head. He allowed Lex to sit up just long enough to take off his own belt, shoes and socks. He waited, eyes closed, lying still on the desk as Lex stood momentarily to slip out of his own slacks and underwear. But it was all Clark could do to keep his eyes shut when he felt Lex lie back down on top of him -- skin on skin now, stomach to stomach, heartbeat to heartbeat.

“So beautiful...”

“Eyes closed, Clark.”

“They’re closed. They’re closed. It’s just... it feels so beautiful. You feel so beautiful.”

Lex kissed his lips, his nose, his eyelids, his earlobes. “So do you, baby. So do you.”

Clark smiled. As Lex’s lips showered kisses all over his body, Clark’s hands resumed their exploration. So much more skin exposed, now. He lightly brushed his fingertips down past Lex’s hips, giving just the slightest touch to Lex’s ass and then alighting more firmly on his thighs. He felt Lex’s weight shift, and realized that Lex’s naked cock was hard against him. His body jerked involuntarily, as his dick, still overdressed in two layers of cotton, jolted and throbbed with every kiss from Lex.

When Lex took a nipple between his teeth, biting gently, sucking less gently, Clark heard himself cry out. “Lex!”

As he moved to the other nipple, Lex smiled against Clark’s chest. “Yes?”

“Jeans. Gotta’ get out of my jeans... Oh, God!” That last bite had been much harder than the others.

Clark grabbed Lex’s ass firmly now, a hand on each cheek, and squeezed. Lex laughed, and arched back just enough to get his hands on Clark’s top button and quickly unbutton and unzip the jeans.

“Ahhh... Yes... God, Lex, everything. Everything.” The words became gurgles and moans and sighs as Lex slid down his body and off the end of the desk, somehow pulling Clark’s jeans and boxers down as he went. Soon Clark’s cock was free -- exposed to air just a little colder than expected, still standing fully erect. Lex stood between Clark’s naked thighs, caressing the boy’s perfect muscles. Clark’s jeans and underwear were around his feet, twisted up and caught by his shoes. Lex pulled Clark roughly down the desk so that Clark’s feet rested on the floor, just enough for stability, but not enough for Clark to actually stand up.

Clark had to open his eyes when he felt Lex’s lips on his cock. He had to see this most amazing dream -- Lex Luthor, the most beautiful man he’d ever seen, his best friend, kissing the head of his cock. Lex looked up and smiled at Clark, so Clark figured it was okay to have his eyes open now. For a little while. For this.

Lex kissing his cock went by too fast for Clark, or maybe just fast enough as it was replaced by Lex devouring his cock. One hand squeezed and fondled his balls, and the other slid under his body and opened him.

“Oh, God!”

Lex pulled back long enough to spit out, “Everything, Clark. Everything.” Then he licked the length of the vein on Clark’s dick and sucked the cock back into his mouth. Clark couldn’t speak, could barely gasp, barely moan as Lex let his teeth just slightly scrape his dick. Just as he began a rapid up-and-down rhythm for the blowjob, Lex pushed a finger deep into Clark.

“God! Yes!” Clark bucked up, forcing his cock deep into Lex’s mouth. Lex shifted and suddenly Clark felt himself completely encompassed by Lex. His mouth, his throat, his tongue, his teeth, his hands, his fingers. Oh, God, his fingers. For now there were three, somehow three fingers inside of him. Three fingers in his ass, so tight, so rough. He’d never even felt the second one, and now there were three.

And Lex caught his groove. Clark’s stomach muscles clenched as he struggled to take in every sensation, but he was most decidedly on sensory overload now. Lex was moving steadily on his cock, sliding him in and out, down his throat, back almost out of his mouth only to lick him and suck him back in and down into that impossibly deep, receptive throat. Suction, release. Tongue, release. Deep in, out to just the head. Licking into the slit, rolling tongue, then suction, release again.

Each time he felt himself drawn into Lex’s mouth to his balls, he felt Lex’s three fingers -- no, God, it was four now -- Lex’s four fingers pushed as deep into him as they would go. Deep in, a twist, a slight parting that stretched him so deliciously. Then sliding back out, wiggling, almost tickling, Lex’s thumb rubbing Clark’s ass cheek. Then plunged roughly back in.

Lex’s free hand held Clark in place firmly by the ass, his body wedged between Clark’s legs kept Clark open to him. In and out. Cock in and out of Lex’s throat. Fingers in and out of Clark’s ass. At some point Clark just lost all sense of what was happening. Time must be passing. Ten minutes. Twenty maybe? Clark slipped into a state of euphoria defined only by intense jolts of electricity from his cock to his prostate gland to his abs and back.

His stomach kept clenching, tighter and tighter. And he realized he was going to come. He wanted to tell Lex, to speak his name and tell him he was going to come into his mouth at any moment. But when he opened his mouth to speak he understood that the voice he’d heard for the past who knows how long had been his own. He was already saying Lex’s name, over and over and over again. In, out, “Lex.“ Suck deep, push deeper, “Lex.” Stomach clench, hips buck, breathe raggedly, “Lex.” Stronger and deeper and harder and faster and louder and louder and louder “Lex! Lex! Lex!”

Clark let go with a scream. He came so strongly it almost hurt. It felt incredibly, wonderfully great, but it ached. He bucked into Lex one final time and felt the hot release of semen spurting into Lex’s mouth. And Lex’s fingers stopped moving, buried to their deepest within him as Lex sucked and swallowed and God, he should be gagging but he just kept sucking and swallowing. And then Lex was kissing Clark’s softer (but not completely soft) cock gently and licking every drop of come, lapping it up. He felt Lex’s tongue slip into the slit at the tip of his cock and his stomach clenched one last time, as Lex slowly moved his fingers out of Clark’s ass.

Clark’s eyes fluttered open. He so wanted to sleep, so sated, so happy. He shifted, tried to stand. But Lex held him down with one hand while he took the ripped shirt off the chair where it had fallen and wiped off his other hand. The hand that had been deep inside Clark.

Clark looked at his beautiful Lex. And he realized Lex still had a hard-on. “Lex. You’re...”

“Not finished. We’re not finished, Clark.”

Clark nodded. “I’m not sure I can.”

“You will. Everything, Clark.”

Clark swallowed, suddenly a little scared. “Everything.”

Clark closed his eyes and relaxed back onto the desk. Lex pulled him just a little farther down on the desk, so his ass was almost hanging off the edge. Lex hoisted his legs up, and Clark knew instinctively what to do. He lifted his legs over Lex’s shoulders, his feet still bound in his clothes, and shuddered. He sensed Lex stroking his own cock, then felt one finger penetrate him, slick with Lex’s semen. Lex was using his own pre-cum as lube. Clark was grateful he couldn’t be hurt by this, because he had a feeling it would have hurt like hell if he were human.

“Are you ready, Clark?”

Clark squeezed his eyes shut tighter. “Honestly? I’m not sure.”

Lex pulled Clark’s hips forward and penetrated him, deeply, seemingly effortlessly. “Oh, you’re ready, baby. You are so ready.”

And as quickly as that Lex was inside of Clark, buried deep inside him. It was deeper than the fingers had been, because Lex’s dick was a couple inches longer than his fingers, easy. But the fingers had moved wider and thicker and stretched him so that Clark suspected maybe even a human man might not have been in too much pain. God, but Lex knew what he was doing!

Clark opened his eyes and smiled up at Lex, pounding relentlessly into him. “I’m... ah... so... ah... lucky... God, Lex!”

“Lucky?” Lex managed to pant out between thrusts.

“To... Jesus Christ... to have such... ah... an... amazing lover for my first time... Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

Lex was hitting his prostate gland with each thrust now, and shifting and moving just slightly each time to optimize Clark’s pleasure. He never lost the perfect rhythm, yet each time he moved into Clark was slightly different than the time before. Deeper, harder, gentler, stronger.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Clark, I’m too close...”

“Just close enough... Come... Lex... Come into me... Lex... Come...”

And Lex came. With one final pounding thrust deep into Clark, Lex’s hot semen burst out in a pulsing rhythm echoing all the other rhythms of the night. The rhythm of his heartbeat. The rhythm of life.

Clark could feel Lex coming into him. He knew when he jerked off that the semen was always warm on his hands and his belly, but to feel it so delectable inside of him. Inside his ass. Lex’s cock was pulsing and hard and hot inside of his ass. Even at sixteen he knew it was a cliche, but he felt he could die right at this moment and he would die happy.

Lex slid Clark up the desk, sliding out of him in the process. “No!”

Lex stroked Clark’s cheek, touched fingers to Clark’s lips. “I’m afraid so, love.”

He bent down and finally took off Clark’s shoes, socks and pants the rest of the way. He wanted to move them to the sofa to rest more comfortably, but he was afraid Clark wouldn’t be able to stand up quite yet. So he pushed Clark up so he was lying full on the desk, grabbed his jacket from the back of the desk chair, and crawled up on top of Clark. Lex draped himself over Clark and the jacket over himself. It would have to do for a few minutes.

Clark looked up at Lex groggily. “You didn’t use a condom.”

“Nothing I can do to you can hurt you. I’m figuring nothing you would have could hurt me, either.”

“You know.”

“Everything.”

Clark smiled. “Everything.”

A couple of minutes, or was it hours, later, Clark spoke again. “But what if you’re wrong?”

“Then I die for you.”

“Now who’s the idiot?”

“Me. Definitely me.”

And later. “Clark?”

“Hmmm?”

“We should move to the couch.”

“I can’t move.”

“I’m pretty sure you can.”

“Whatever you say.”

Another while later, Clark awoke to see Lex shooting pool. The lights were on. Lex was naked. Clark was lying on the sofa, a pizza box was on the floor, and Clark could smell hot pizza smells wafting towards him.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Didn’t you sleep?”

“I’m one of those weird men who don’t crash after sex. Frankly, it energizes me.”

“I think I’ll be one of those normal men who crashes after. And is incredibly hungry.”

“I kinda’ figured.”

Clark wrapped the blanket -- where had a blanket come from? -- around his waist and reached over for a slice of pizza. Come to think of it, where had the pizza come from? “What time is it?”

“Almost 9:30.”

“Wow. It feels like it should be morning already. Or maybe next year. Or another lifetime.”

“Nope. Same lifetime. You didn’t even miss curfew.”

“It seems a shame, don’t you think? To behave so decadently and still make it home in time for curfew. How will my parents know I was bad?”

Lex grinned. “Oh, baby, you were definitely not bad.”

Later, as Clark got out of Lex’s car in front of his house, Lex grabbed his hand.

Clark smiled, but glanced nervously up at the house, praying his parents weren’t watching.

“Clark, I don’t think they’ll be particularly shocked.”

“No. But that won’t stop my dad from killing you.”

“I’m sure you’ll stop him. You always do.”

“Good point. But Desiree was just some chick. I’m his perfect pure-as-the-driven-snow son.”

“Not pure anymore, Clark.”

Clark laughed. “And it’s about time!”

Lex laughed, too. God, but this kid was beautiful!

“Hey, Clark!”

Clark turned back. “Hey, what?”

“I’m glad it was me. And not Lana.”

Clark leaned into the car, laughing. “Oh. My. God. So am I! Talk about the blind leading the blind. It would not have been pretty.”

“Pretty is one thing it definitely would have been. Clumsy, awkward and unsatisfying, probably. But with you and Lana, pretty ain’t a problem.”

“Newsflash, Mr. Luthor. Pretty ain’t a problem with you, either.” And Clark kissed him, full on the lips, tongue and everything, leaning in through the driver’s side window right there in the Kent driveway in front of whoever might be watching.

Clark was almost to the door when he heard Lex’s parting shot. “It must be something about the letter L!”