Author: walterwatcher
Title: Twister
Feedback: walterwatcher@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for language and M/M sex written in loving detail
Disclaimer: None really, except to say I don't own any of the characters cause if I did, they would all be wearing a lot less clothing.
Summary: Sequel to "Violet Kryptonite". Lex, Lex and Clark play twister…without their clothes.
Challenge: Clark. Lex. Strip twister. 'Nuff said. (MidKnight)
Part of the ClexFest at: http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/ClexFest
Beta: Friends in RL that are too embarrassed to have their names published.
Author's Note: For those of you that didn't read Violet Kryptonite, basic idea is that Lex is exposed to Violet Kryptonite, which makes a some what stupid copy of himself to play with. By the end of that story, Lex and Lex 2 are in bed with Clark. This is a continuation of that story, cause I couldn't figure out how both Lex and Clark could play Twister and have someone running the spinner. Also, if you are looking for a long and drawn out and plotted piece, run away now, cause you will find no plot here ;-)

"Right hand red," said Lex from the sofa.

"I can't believe you talked me into this Lex," Clark looked up at his lover. "I mean, this is such a stupid game." Clark sighed as he moved his right hand over to the red circle.

Lex just grinned. "You obviously don’t know all the rules, otherwise you wouldn't be saying anything at all." Lex moved his right hand to the empty red circle next to Clark's.

"C'mon Lex, look at us? We could be upstairs, or watching a movie or…well anything but this." From the couch came the command, "Left foot blue."

Clark watched as Lex gracefully moved his body into a contorted version of itself. His thin, pale arms and legs stretched across the plastic mat. His delectable ass waving in the air near Clark's face.

"Move it Clark, otherwise you forfeit this game, and take the penalty."

Clark moved, just as the Lex double called out the next move, "Right hand, blue."

Clark groaned. He had long arms, but not that long. He watched as Lex moved himself over the mat and settled into a somewhat strange position, but it worked, because he didn’t fall. Clark tried, but his foot slipped and down he went, hitting the floor with a soft thud.

"Clark are you OK?"

Clark nodded from the floor and rolled over onto his back to look up at his lover. "Why are we playing this again?"

"Take off your shirt and you will find out," said Lex in a husky voice.

He winked at Clark and reached down to help Clark off the mat. "Take off my shirt, why would I do that?"

"Because that is how you play strip Twister. Every time someone falls the other player or players get to decide what the fallen player must remove." Lex just grinned at Clark as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"Lex that's demented." He looked up at Lex thinking about the first piece of clothing that Lex would lose. "Let's play again."

They stood opposite each other on the mat and looked to the copied Lex sitting on the couch. It began with a right foot on blue and escalated.

Lex fell this time and Clark had him remove his pants. However this worked against him, because Lex's body was rather distracting and Clark lost the next three games in a row, landing flat on his face in the last game.

"Boxer's off," Lex said with a satisfied smile.

"Lex, we aren't going to keep playing are we? All I have left are my socks and if I take those off, I won't ever fall."

"Take off the boxers Clark, then we can discuss this." Lex looked down at his lover. He had rolled over onto his back and was looking up at Lex pleadingly. Lex could see his erection pushing against the plaid fabric and felt an immediate response in his own groin.

Clark hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulled them over his erection and then arched off the floor to get them under himself. He sat up slowly, pushing his boxers down his legs until his foot finally got caught and he kicked them off. He turned slowly, only to find Lex's erection waving in the air near his mouth.

"Lex," Clark said as he looked up at him pleadingly.

"Yes Clark," Lex responded and moved his penis closer to Clark's mouth.

"Lex," Clark said again in a sigh, then he leaned forward and engulfed Lex in the hot wetness of his mouth.

Lex was in heaven. Clark had done this before, but he really had been working hard on his technique. Initially sex between them had been fun, but almost necessary. Now it was still fun, but it was hot and incredible. "Oh God," moaned Lex as he thrust deeper in the Clark's mouth.

Clark swallowed, pulling Lex deeper into his throat. He had been trying over the last few weeks to take all of Lex, but had yet to do so. He knew that he couldn’t be hurt, but he wanted to do it the right way. He had used the sex guide to the twenty-first century, otherwise known as the Internet and searched for anything remotely related to oral sex. He had found some very good resources.

Clark reached up to grip Lex's hips, he wanted to control his thrusts. He held him still for a moment and pulled back until Lex's erection was just resting on the pad of his tongue. Clark swirled his tongue around the head, enjoying the bitter and salty taste that was leaking from Lex's penis. Then he relaxed his throat and pulled Lex's hips towards him. When the skin at the base of Lex's groin touched his lips, Clark tried to smile but couldn't. He had finally done it.

"Fuck Clark, I'm in your throat." Clark held Lex still and just used his throat to do the work, swallowing around him forced the muscles in his throat to massage Lex's penis. Clark was so completely engrossed in what he was doing, it was fascinating. He pushed Lex out a little to take a breath and then pulled him back in.

"Clark," Lex gasped, his erection swelled in Clark's throat and then shot its load straight down his throat. Clark kept swallowing, stroking Lex's erection with his tongue and throat as it shrank, finally pushing him out and kissing the head gently.

"Jesus Clark, where the hell did you learn that?"

"The Internet," Clark said, grinning up at Lex while he continued to nuzzle at Lex's softened erection.

Lex knelt down and pulled Clark into an embrace, his mouth covering Clark's and his tongue delving deeply into Clark's mouth. Everything else was forgotten. Lex could taste himself on Clark's lips and it gave him a jolt of delight to know that he had just been inside his body so intimately.

Lex ended the kiss, pulled back and looked at his lover with a smile, but a voice jarred them from their contented embrace.

"Right foot, yellow."

They both looked over at the duplicate Lex sitting on the couch. He was still spinning the spinner, still playing the game. "Christ," moaned Lex.

Clark laughed, "we really need to figure out what to do with him."

"Yes, I know, but not today. We have a game to finish." With that, Lex took hold of Clark's right foot and moved it to the yellow circle.

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