Author: Jas Masson

Title: Visual Aid

Rating: NC17

Spoilers: No

Category: Slash.  PWP.  Shameless smut.  Gratuitous sex and swearing.

Warning: Mild *mild* BDSM

Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, blah, blah

Feedback: jasmasson@yahoo.com

CLFF Challenge: Clark finds a picture of himself on Lex's desk. It's obviously not just a “picture of a friend”. (kira-nerys)

Note:  Part of the Clexfest at: http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/ClexFest

VISUAL AID
 

Where the hell was it?  Clark knew it must be around here somewhere.  He’d had it studying last night; while Lex had finished up some work for this morning’s meeting he’d finished the assignment that needed to be in today.

Two months ago he would never have left a piece of schoolwork so late, but since he and Lex had started dating Clark had been finding other, more, uh, *interesting* things to do with his time.  He had no idea how people ever graduated high school if they were with someone.  Maybe, he thought a little goofily, they just didn’t have partners as endlessly fascinating as Lex.  Lex, whose clothes were a clear challenge, Clark thought, to rip them off and discover what was underneath.  Or to take off slowly, like unwrapping the very best present you got for Christmas.

And underneath skin that needed to be touched.  How Lex operated in society without being continually mauled was a mystery to Clark.  (Of course this was Smallville so mauling wasn’t all *that* uncommon but still...)  Skin so smooth over long lean muscles and sharp delicate bones and...and this wasn’t getting his assignment found at all.

Thank God Lex had already left for his meeting, or the assignment might never be found and school never attended.  Clark had played hooky twice over the last two months, something completely unheard of before.  Fortunately for his GPA Lex was very determined he shouldn’t skive off school and on the two occasions Clark hadn’t gone, it was only because Lex found it so very difficult to talk when Clark was sucking on his tongue.

Clark himself was unconvinced about whether his time was spent more productively here at the castle or at school.  For his part he thought that he could spend every day for the rest of his life with his face buried in Lex’s neck and consider each day a day well spent.  Very well spent indeed.

He sighed.  Well, his lover wasn’t here right now, so it was mostly academic anyway; although *he* thought there was a case to be made for a day spent with his face buried in Lex’s pillow, but, no.  School.  Assignment.  Right.

He scanned the room quickly, and spotted a likely looking batch of paper on Lex’s desk.  What was it doing there?  He was pretty sure he’d had Lex upstairs and on the bed the second he’d finished the assignment, leaving it forgotten on the couch.  Maybe Lex had looked at it this morning.  Clark’s math and science homework had never been so good.

He went to the desk and picked up the assignment, but then the papers slipped out of suddenly nerveless fingers, scattering on the floor forgotten.

He edged around the desk cautiously, as though it might suddenly attack him, and slid slowly into Lex’s chair.  The picture was... so many words piled into Clark’s mind he couldn’t settle on one.  Thick rich colours and strong golden lines bleeding into dark compelling shadows and stark white skin.  Two figures on the picture were such searing powerful images, emanated such strong emotions, that Clark was drawn to touch it.  To ghost his fingers over an image that he was sure would be burnt forever on his retina, hell, his brain, his heart and all points south as well for good measure.

He stared at it.  There was no question that Lex had painted it.

***

“A picnic?” Lex had looked at Clark like he was some new and particularly outlandish meteor-mutant.

“Yeah.  C’mon Lex, it’ll be fun.”

 “Fun?  Oh yes, eating food that was at its limited best hours before, frying in the sweltering Kansas sun, having to fight ants for your food, surrounded by other people, when we could be eating gourmet food in a fully air conditioned castle, ant-free and *alone*.”  Lex’s long look over him clearly signified that the alone part was what he felt should have swung the deal on this one.

But Clark was not swayed even by such delightful possibilities.

“Nope, you need to get out more.  It’s not good for you to be in all the time...”

“Hey!  I drive places, I go to work, I go to your barn - God help me - I...”

“... even if you’re not alone.  Air-conditioning or no, you need fresh air.  And how the hell much did it cost to get air-conditioning in a castle anyway?  Never mind.  Let’s just have a picnic.  Please?”

Lex was no more, possibly even less, impervious to puppy eyes and pouting lips than Mrs Kent had been when Clark was young.

“Fine,” Lex sighed, aware of Clark’s ploy, but unable to resist the big guns anyway, “A picnic it is.  But you’d better save me if any of those ants start glowing green.  Only in Smallville are you just as worried that the ants would eat you as your sandwich.”

So they’d gone on a picnic in the Smallville Park, with Lex bitching enough on the way to make it perfectly clear, if anyone asked, that Lex Luthor would never voluntarily go on a picnic.  Clark was happy to listen to it in the car to get it out of the way, so they could enjoy it more when they were there. 

There had been a brief, undignified struggle before they left when Clark had told Lex he couldn’t take his laptop with them, only won by the fact that Clark was half a foot taller than Lex.  Still, Lex attempting to climb up his body to reach it had been an interesting diversion.  Interesting enough that the picnic idea had nearly been scrapped, but Clark was determined, and so they had eventually set off.

It had been a wonderful day.  They’d gone under a tree so that Lex (despite something like a 2000 SPF sun block) wouldn’t burn, there had been a nice breeze, the food (prepared by Martha) was delicious and the battle with the ants had been a resounding victory.

Lex had snorted when Clark had pushed a book in his hand after they’d eaten and settled his head in his lap.  “Yeah, Clark, live the Julia Robert’s movie cliche.”  But his eyes had been soft and he’d started reading with minimum sneer.

Clark had sighed with contentment.  God he could listen to Lex’s voice all day.  One day they’d have to experiment to see if Lex could make Clark come just by talking dirty to him, but for today and in public, he’d played it safe and gone for “To Kill a Mockingbird” instead of the porn which had tempted him briefly.

His parents had been as accepting as Clark could have hoped for (no shotguns, merely lethal glares) but the town in general must gossip, and while respect for the Kents and fear of the Luthors kept the commentary relatively subdued, Clark didn’t feel they needed that much of a show. 

Lex’s voice washed over him and he thought life was pretty damn good.  As he’d drifted off he’d felt Lex’s hand twine softly in his hair.  Pretty *damn* good.

He’d woken up some time later to the quite distressing discovery that his head was no longer in Lex’s lap, resting instead on Lex’s jacket.  Which was nice and soft, and still smelled of him and all, but not quite what he wanted.

He’d looked up to see Lex sitting a little way away from him with what appeared to be one of his school books in his hand and a frown on his face as he concentrated on correcting something on it.  He glanced up to see Clark watching him and a flicker of something crossed his face before it returned to blandness.  “Ready to go?”

But Clark recognised that look very well.  It was the same slightly guilty look he saw when he woke up to find Lex gently tracing his lips with his fingers or reverently stroking his hair, the same one that followed a brief look of panic when Clark woke him from nightmares, and the same one that followed the look of joy if he thought he’d acted too pleased to see Clark.  It was the uncomfortable look of when Lex thought he’d done something not in keeping with his image of himself as a Luthor.  Clark had learned that for the most part he usually approved of whatever prompted that look.

“What are you doing?” he asked, getting up to go over to Lex, who shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t reply. 

Clark caught his breath as he looked over Lex’s shoulder at an exquisite pencil drawing of himself; asleep and looking just so contented.  It wasn’t the fact that the drawing was so good that surprised him, nor even the fact that Lex had clearly felt such an urge to draw him as to go back to the car and liberate his school things (which Clark had not been adamant they didn’t bring, being fairly certain that *he* could resist the pull of work for an afternoon). It was that there was such love, such *devotion* in each careful line that he felt his heart swell.

“Nothing,” Lex replied, carefully closing the book and rising.  “Perhaps we should be getting back.”  Clark nodded and pretended to ignore the slight flush on Lex’s face. 

He also endured the considerable scathing commentary on the journey back on the effect of the strong Kansas sun on local intellect being reflected in the ability of residents to fall asleep during the rendition of a classic intellectual novel, and much more besides.  Clark smiled complacently through it all, indulging Lex’s need to be particularly cynical, scathing and generally extra Luthor-like following what he considered to be shocking lapses of sentimentality.

And if their love-making that night was particularly gentle, with them barely able to break eye contact at for a moment, neither of them mentioned it.

***

So when Clark traced the strong, lovingly crafted lines of the painting he recognised it instantly as from the same hand that had drawn him weeks ago.  He had, after all, ripped it carefully from his notepad and spent more time than he’d admit to anyone tracing the lines slowly, remembering, when Lex was away.

The painting did, however, evoke wildly different feelings than the pencil sketch.  The faces were turned away, but the bodies were unmistakable; one straight and strong and unmarked gold, the other tied and twisted, pale beauty broken up by black bonds and red marks.  The still images seemed impossibly to move beneath his eyes and hands, mixing with insidious images in his mind of what might have gone before and the gaping, tantalizing possibilities of what could, what *could*, happen after.

Images of them together flitted through his mind.  Lex had always touched him - although they both knew much better since he’d told Lex his secrets - as though he might somehow break.  However, the dark force of arousal in Lex’s eyes had always burned strongest when Clark had been driven to forgetting things enough to grasp that bit too tightly, to press him down that bit to firmly, to thrust in that fraction too harshly.  When Clark kissed bruises on his body gently and regretfully in the mornings after, the melting, wondering look in Lex’s eyes was never so apparent.

Lex would never ask Clark for anything.  Clark felt he had broken down most of the suspicion in Lex that somehow Clark would one day realize the importance of his terrible sin of being a Luthor and disappear in a blaze of righteous disapproval, but Lex still found it impossible to open up enough to ask Clark for anything.  Even words like “more” or “harder”, for example, that often spilled from Clark like a litany in the most passionate moments, were choked off because of a deep-seated fear of refusal or rejection.

Clark had never felt such an aching rage against anyone as he did Lex’s father for making him think that emotions were a weakness and any display of them an unforgivable sin.  He knew regretfully that Lex would always be painfully embarrassed by his own sweetness, which was shown in so many ways in thoughtful gifts, unconscious gestures and sternly-fought-against expressions.  And when he was hurt, which was, God, so frighteningly, horrifically easy to do by people Lex cared about - Clark, his father and even Clark’s parents - Clark could scream in frustration at the sight of his cynical, diamond-hard smile under wounded, liquid eyes.

He loved all parts of Lex; the one that was sophisticated and confident, that laughed at his farm boy naivety, that gently mocked his adopted home.  The one that was smart and ruthless and argued defiantly with his father, succeeded in business and countered threats to himself, his business and Clark with supreme confidence and surety in himself and his status in the world.

But he ached for and so badly wanted to protect the part of Lex that hurt when he was a careless teenager and temporarily fooled by Lex’s image.  He loved so deeply the Lex that couldn’t ask for a hug when he hurt, but after a bad meeting with his father would gaze almost longingly at Clark, and unconsciously bend his body towards him until Clark enfolded him in a hug that he would protest about but melt into instantly.

He loved the Lex that swore he didn’t like to snuggle after sex, but who had looked so shocked and wounded that one time near the beginning of their relationship when Clark, unsure, had taken him at his word and moved away.

Clark ran his hand over the image in front of him once again and thought how Lex-like this was.  He couldn’t ask for this, a man who couldn’t ask for a hug could *never* ask for this, but if he left the picture where Clark could see it, if Clark did nothing about it, he could fool himself that Clark hadn’t seen it.

And what Lex wanted, needs that this picture expressed so clearly, wasn’t so surprising, was it?  Clark had made extensive use of the Internet before and just after he and Lex had gotten together.  He’d been absolutely certain that Lex would never make the first move and never ask for anything he wanted if Clark didn’t offer, so Clark had made sure he knew what went on between male lovers before that first hesitant, shockingly sweet kiss.

Some things he’d seen on the Internet had both shocked and intrigued him, and he’d read some stuff, which at the time he hadn’t really considered doing.  He remembered reading about bondage, where some people who were so in control of their lives, so forcefully driving and shaping themselves in images they thought they needed, that the most sweet relief could be found in bondage.  In being ‘forced’ to give up control, creating the illusion of a place where not having control was inevitable and unavoidable, and therefore not a weakness.

Clark stoked the picture again, gently, thoughtfully, as he sat there for some more minutes thinking hard, before taking the laptop upstairs to the bedroom for some further exploration and research, leaving the assignment and school bag strewn forgotten on the floor.

***

Lex was back reasonably early.  Clark had given nothing away at all when Lex had phoned to say he’d be back by 5, but his heart pounded as he spoke to Lex while fingering the leather in his hand.  Clark was glad he was coming back early, he didn’t want Lex to be too tired; he thought they would both have to be fully committed to make this anything other than a disaster.  He had become more confident, though, as the day went on, surfing the internet at super-speed (man he’d learnt more than he would have at school) and ‘finding’ a large box full of very interesting things that had just coincidently, of course, been peeping out from under the bed.

It was almost 5 exactly when he heard Lex’s car pull up to the castle and he’d dismissed Lex’s very small staff half and hour before.  It had proven unnecessary to tell them to stay out of the office and bedroom during the day, which Lex had already done, and which Clark had kind of wished he’d known to save himself some stuttering embarrassment in front of Lex’s ultra-smooth staff.  He’d only prudently left a guard at the gate.  He wasn’t sure if it would be worse having a meteor-mutant or Lex’s father interrupting them, but he figured another layer between them and the outside world couldn’t be a bad idea.

Lex went to his office first, his eyes flickering over the painting and Clark’s forgotten assignment before looking upstairs almost unerringly to where Clark was in the bedroom watching him through a couple of floors.

Lex came up the stairs slowly and paused before opening the door, although he was well aware that Clark could easily see him through it, and almost certainly would be watching.  When Lex came in and saw him, his confidence rose even further at the slight gasp, open lips and accelerated heartbeat. 

He’d found some clothes that had mysteriously appeared in the closet and were mysteriously just his size.  Standard Dom gear of black leather pants, boots and mesh top, but even though it was comparatively tame, he’d still felt a little bit of a dork until Lex had seen him.  Even he had noticed, however, when he’d looked in the mirror the way the tight clothes had emphasised his body and that the black highlighted his dark colouring.  He’d thought about the dark leather against the paleness of Lex’s skin and then considered that perhaps the pants weren’t *quite* the right size after all in certain places.

Looking at Lex now he had the same feeling that maybe this would be OK after all.

“Come in and close the door.”  Was that his voice?  It sounded deeper and darker than he’d heard it before.

Lex appeared to shiver slightly and silently closed it.

He stood in front of Clark, holding himself almost unconsciously still as Clark looked him deliberately up and down.  Clark approached him softly and ran his fingers over Lex’s jacket sleeve as he walked around him slowly.

Strangely this had seemed to Clark to be the most difficult moment when he played through countless scenarios in his head, this first moment.  He was sure enough of what he knew of Lex, from Lex himself over their long friendship and short but intense relationship, from the picture and the box of toys, and sure enough of what he’d found in himself - which had somehow not been shocking as he’d researched through the day - to believe that when they were into it, *into* the mindset, they would be naturally just *right*.

But this first moment.  He might overdo it. He might seem gauche or look stupid. 

He really wanted Lex to strip for him, Lex always graceful, never ever possibly ridiculous, to expose himself piece by piece for him, to kneel and do some of the thousand images that had played through his mind all day right now.  To put the emphasis on Lex, make him do things, in this first strange, transitional moment where so much could go wrong.  But.  No.

Instinct told him that was wrong.  Lex’s need for control wouldn’t just be given up in that one minute by a limited scenario and a pair of leather pants. Clark would have to take.  Create that all-important feeling of no choice.  Remove the responsibility from Lex, who couldn’t voice what he needed, only leave Clark clues to follow.

So he risked.  Risked looking foolish and stood in front of Lex looking in his eyes when he suddenly grabbed Lex’s jacked by the material at his shoulders and ripped.  Lex’s breath caught and his eyes widened with arousal and Clark breathed again.  He ripped Lex’s shirt.  More slowly this time, letting the silken fabric pull tight against Lex’s throat as he grabbed it.  Holding there for a few seconds before ripping it off.  Lex’s lips were slightly open and he wetted them while staring at Clark.  Clark reached out and traced his fingers gently over them, but only for a moment, and then he grabbed Lex harshly by the wrist.

Lex’s eyes, which had closed slightly at the touch widened again, and a muted gasp of slight pain, more surprise, came from him as Clark pulled him around sharply.  Lex’s bare back was to Clark’s chest and he felt the heat already.

Clark lifted Lex’s wrist to where they could both see it and looked at the slight mark, already beginning to form on the exquisitely delicate skin.  He rubbed his thumb over it, firmly enough to cause an unmistakable shudder to run through Lex and his confidence rose, along with another part of him.

He ripped the belt, the pants and the boxers all in one handful, and Lex was held naked against him as they pooled around his feet.  They both stood there breathing hard as Clark still stroked Lex’s bruised wrist unconsciously.  God, he smelt so good.  He bent down and licked at Lex’s neck, causing him to jump.  He bit gently at the juncture and then sucked.  Lex moved against him, shifting unconsciously.

He was t great pains to avoid the ridiculous, and in his planning shoes had created a disproportionate obstacle.  He couldn’t bend down and do them.  Very bad imagery.  And he didn’t think Lex was ready to bend over naked and remove them, so he picked Lex up suddenly in his arms.  Naked Lex held in his arms.  An almost reflex struggle at being so carried was completely irrelevant against muscles of steel but emphasised the illusion of helplessness.

He threw Lex the final foot to the bed and he slid slightly on the sheets emphasising a lack of control until Clark was swiftly on him, tearing shoes, socks and the ruin of pants from him, leaving him completely naked.  Clark moved up to take Lex’s head in his hand, pressure on fragile jaw and forced his thumb into Lex’s mouth. 

He thrust his thumb harshly into the soft, wet warmth of Lex’s mouth until he felt Lex’s lip splitting slightly between him and his teeth.  A split lip was something that had happened before and had been followed by apologies and gentle, soft kisses, but this time Clark took his hand away and bent down, taking the damaged lower lip into his mouth and sucked.  A harsh noise came from Lex, and he moved his body up to press against Clark.  Clark allowed it for a minute before pulling back.

“Beautiful.”  The word was harsh and all that was in Clark’s mind for that moment.  Naked, wide-eyed Lex with swollen, red lips looking at him like he was the centre of the universe and possibly the answer to all conceivable questions.  And he was hard already, thick, hairless cock full and red and that was good, so good, and he couldn’t resist a brief caress over the swollen head that made Lex shift and moan.

He pulled back quickly, remembering his plans, and moved over to the dresser to bring over some items.  He trailed the black leather collar up Lex’s leg and over his hip, belly and chest while watching Lex’s eyes following his hand.  He shifted up to sit by his head and opened the collar holding it no more than an inch from Lex’s neck.  Lex waited for a moment for the leather to close round him, and then glanced up when it didn’t.  Clark met his eyes calmly, projecting strength with everything in him.  After a tense moment Lex bowed his head the short distance to touch the leather.  It was enough and Clark breathed again as he fastened it around Lex’s neck.

He shifted back to admire the sight.  God.  So much smooth pale skin, leather a shocking contrast against it and the red mark where Clark had bitten Lex earlier just peeping tantalisingly out from beneath it.

He moved up and sucked again, over and around the collar, enjoying the contrast of the hot, satin-like skin and cooler, harder, less yielding leather.  Lex moaned his name and Clark’s pulse quickened and he bit down sharply, feeling Lex buck in response.

He stood up and breathed in deeply, calming himself.

He walked over to the centre of the room, where a desk from one of the other rooms, which Clark had judged to be smooth enough and just the right height, was waiting.

“Come here.”  His voice was almost rusty, unused in the recent communication of bodies and Lex sucked in a breath, eyes darkening at the command.

But he met Clark’s eyes defiantly and shook his head.  So.  Not yet.  The sight of Lex, defiant and stubborn despite the collar and swollen mouth and swollen cock did strange things to Clark’s insides.  He was at Lex’s side in a second jerking him up by his wrist, ignoring the hiss of pain and pulling him to stand naked next to the desk.

He pulled the other items he’d brought over from the dresser from his pocket.  Black leather cuffs and long leather ties.  He swiftly secured the cuffs around Lex’s ankles and the ties to the legs of the desk, making sure Lex’s legs were apart, but not under too much strain.  He straightened Lex when he almost fell at the speed with which Clark moved him.

Clark stood in front of Lex for a moment enjoying the startled look in his eyes before walking slowly behind him, back to the dresser.  He smiled when Lex didn’t turn around to see, but stiffened when Clark trailed a teasing hand over his shoulders as he passed him on the way back to stand before him once again.

In his hand he held a leather-covered paddle.  Lex’s eyes fell on it and a shiver ran through him.  Clark turned it over in his hands; caressing it and watching Lex watch him in seeming fascination.  He stopped and waited patiently for Lex to look at him, which he did finally.

“We need a safe word.”  He said it confidently, clearly, like he’d done this a hundred times.

Lex’s lips quirked, but his eyes stayed wide and wanting.

“It’s only a paddle, Clark,” he said with fake nonchalance.

It *was* only a paddle.  There were other things in the box.  Things that had made his heart and cock pound.  But he decided that he needed a lot more research and a *lot* more nerve before he would use most of the others.  And from the way Lex’s eyes continued to rest on the paddle, and his harsh breaths, Clark knew Lex wasn’t disappointed.

He waited patiently one eyebrow raised.

Lex shrugged and then grinned shakily, “Lana.”

Clark bit back a smile.  He walked behind Lex and pressed up against his naked back.

“Lana it is,” he said briskly, but then he bent down and bit Lex’s ever-irresistible neck.  “But you’ll pay for that,” he whispered against it darkly, pleased when Lex shivered.

He pulled the remaining leather cuffs and ties from his pocket and secured them around Lex’s wrists, for more slowly, stroking soft skin as he did, and then bent Lex over to tie his arms spread wide, securing the other end of the longish leather ties to the front legs of the desk.

Lex’s body was stretched wide over the desk, the leather binding him pulled tight over the top and the cuffs were tight around his wrists.  The pale skin shining over taut muscles contrasted beautifully with the dark wood of the desk and the black leather.  His legs were tied apart; strong thighs leading up to firm, rounded cheeks which were slightly spread and teasing with promises of access to between.

Clark brushed a hand up Lex’s thigh and fleetingly between, causing Lex to jump.  He ran his hands gently over Lex’s back and then over his buttocks.

He rubbed the paddle over Lex’s heated flesh, warming it and teasing Lex with the feel of the leather. 

He took a deep breath and stepped back, raised the paddle and cracked it down on Lex’s waiting ass.  Lex’s whole body tensed and he gasped as Clark watched a patch of red appear on the beautiful, pale skin.  Clark struck again in the same spot on the other cheek.

“God,” a low whisper from Lex and his whole body shifted.  Clark moved so he could see Lex’s cock stiff and full between his legs, and certainly in no way daunted by the activities.

Clark rubbed his hand over the abused flesh and Lex *writhed* on the desk in response.

“Do you like that?” Clark asked, voice low and dark, surprising himself somewhat.  But, he needed to hear Lex’s voice, to hear some communication between them.

“God,” Lex moaned again, but Clark realised that *what* Lex said didn’t matter, just the aching strain and need in his voice.

Clark wondered if Lex needed to hear his voice.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispered.  “Spread and helpless.”

Lex moaned, shifting restlessly.

Clark struck again four times quickly, twice on each cheek.

“Oh fuck, God, *fuck*.”

“So beautiful,” Clark continued.  He rubbed his hand again over Lex’s twitching flesh.  “You feel so good.  So *hot*.  I’m going to spank you till you feel like you’re on fire.”

He paused to check Lex’s reaction.

“Oh God, *yes*.”  Soft whisper, but enough.

And so Clark continued, watching fascinated as Lex’s ass danced under the paddle, as he twisted and moaned and swore.

“God you look so fucking good.  Bare ass up, helpless, hot and writhing.  God, scarlet cheeks quivering, clenching, waiting for the next one.”

He spanked sharply on the tender area where ass met thigh and Lex bucked strongly.

“*FUCK*.  God, yes that *hurts*.”

“So good.  Spanking you, giving you what you want.  So *sensitive*.”

He struck again.

“Do you even know what you look like?  I can see your cock, so hard, straining between your well-spanked cheeks.”

“Clark, god please...”

“Please what?”  Clark stopped, rubbing the hot trembling flesh.

“Clark...”

Lex’s voice was hoarse and low.

Clark moved round to the front of the desk and lifted Lex’s chin.  His face was flushed and tear-wet, lips bitten and swollen, parted and panting.  His eyes were dark and almost all black, shocky with desperate arousal.

Clark wondered what was on his face, because whatever it was made Lex gasp, and shiver.

“Please what?”  He asked implacably.

“God, Clark, please,” Lex’s eyes locked on Clark’s lips. “Please,” Clark moved forward so his lips were inches from Lex’s

“What?” He asked again.

“Please,” Lex’s lips moved closer as he strained, but Clark stayed out of reach.  Lex’s body slumped suddenly, and he whispered.  “Please, touch me.”

Not quite, Clark thought, but it would do.  He reached under the desk, long arms searching for Lex’s aching erection.  He stroked it and Lex’s strangled gasp and helpless thrust made his own, achingly hard cock pulse.

“You feel so hot.  So ready.  Do you want me to make you come?”

“*Yes*.  Clark, god, please.”

Clark moved forward to lick Lex’s salty cheek.  “No,” he whispered against his skin, softly.

“What?”

Clark moved back into Lex’s line of sight so he could see his sincerity.  Lex’s eyes where huge with arousal and shock and the bittersweet melting knowledge of helplessness.

“Not yet.  I’m not ready for you to come yet.  You want to please me don’t you?”

He ran his thumb over Lex’s lips.  Lex’s eyes closed dreamily, body relaxing under the certain knowledge that he was in Clark’s hands.

“Yes,” he breathed.

Clark rewards him with a kiss to the forehead, which made Lex hum low in his chest, and moved behind him again.

Clark went to the dresser and brought back some more items.  One he brought down between Lex’s legs.

“I’m going to make sure you don’t come Lex.  You’re so hot, so ready, I think you might come anyway, and you wouldn’t want to displease me, would you.”

A low, broken sound from Lex that might have been a no.

He wound the thin strip of leather around Lex’s cock and balls tightly, but not too tightly (he’d been practicing).  When he’d finished he traced his fingers over the captive straining cock, delighting as it jumped in his hand.

He picked up the other item, a bottle of lube, and coated his fingers.

“But *I’m* ready Lex.  I’m going to use you.”  Low moan encouraged him, and he was glad Lex couldn’t see him flushing at the strange words as he spoke them.  “I’m going to fuck your tight, hot ass.”

He licked Lex’s hot right cheek, making Lex moan and shudder and then nipped his teeth over the sore flesh causing him to buck and cry out.

He thrust a finger suddenly between Lex’s red cheeks and they both moaned.

“Fuck, yes, shit.”

Lex moaned almost continually as Clark prepared him, volume rising to almost a shout as Clark twisted his fingers to brush against his prostate.

Finally, not soon enough for either of them, Clark stepped behind him and undid his fly, finally releasing his trapped, painfully hard, wet cock.  He slicked lube over it before pushing slowly into the waiting body until his hips pressed against the hot, sore flesh of Lex’s ass.

Lex muttered something that only superhearing could identify as his name over and over as he thrust in Lex’s tight heat.  Clark didn’t last long, his orgasm taking him almost by surprise as he’d been hard so long and he thrust hard again and again as waves of sweetness overtook him.

He bent, panting over Lex’s back, feeling the body trembling underneath him, hot, smooth and sweating.

Finally he gained enough strength to push up and move out of Lex, who moaned in response. 

He untied the leather from the desk, but kept the cuffs and ties on Lex as he picked him up.  No struggle this time as Lex seemed to try and burrow deeper into his arms.  Clark shivered as he felt a hot mouth laving kisses; ridiculously gentle, adoring kisses, against his chin and neck.

He sat down on the bed and set Lex on his knees on the floor and looked down at him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, as Lex stared back at him eyes wide, mouth wet, swollen and open.  “You’ve no idea have you look, naked, collared, your beautiful cock bound, straining and needy.”

He watched the flush creep up Lex’s neck at the words, and couldn’t help reaching down and half pulling him up to kiss him.  Lex raised his face eagerly, but Clark shifted to avoid his waiting lips and kissed and licked at his neck.  Lex shuddered; shamelessly pressing any part of him he could against Clark.

Clark set him back down.  Clark’s pants were still open and his cock poked out wet and half hard.

“Suck me.”  He commanded harshly and Lex moved up on his knees, eager to obey.  Clark closed his eyes as the hot, wet mouth closed over him.  They both moaned as Lex sucked and licked at Clark’s cock, still so sensitive from coming only minutes before.  But Clark was a teenager and a super one at that, so he thrust experimentally into Lex’s mouth and the both shuddered in response.  Lex’s hand moved automatically to his achingly hard, untouched groin, but Clark reached down and grabbed his wrist, squeezing to elicit a shudder and a smothered moan of pain.

“Not until I say so.”  He placed Lex’s hands on his own thighs and watched as Lex twisted even as he sucked, and pressed his thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache in his groin.

God, it was a feeling so heady, so powerful, to have Lex lavish such attention on his sated cock, while Lex’s own dick strained neglected, desperate and needy, into empty air.

He felt his cock rise again under Lex’s tender administrations and he pumped lazily into Lex’s throat, enjoying the sight of Lex’s soft, scarred, swollen lips stretched around him.  Lex moaned as he fucked his mouth, eyes closed and body shaking.

He came shooting into Lex’s mouth and Lex opened his eyes, glazed and dark to meet Clark’s as he swallowed and licked Clark clean.

Finally Clark let his cock slip free from Lex’s lips and watched him panting and trembling, kneeling there for a moment, before tucking himself away and redoing his fly.

He pulled Lex up and laid him on the bed.  He tied Lex’s arms above him to the bedposts and then tied the long strips of leather attached to the cuffs around his ankles just below where he’d tied his wrists.

This meant that Lex was lying on the bed with his hands tied above his head and his legs bent, feet almost touching his ass.  This was the most natural, comfortable position, as the length of the straps connecting the cuffs around his ankles to the bedposts wouldn’t let him push them any further down the bed.

Clark sat between Lex’s spread thighs, leaving him open and exposed to Clark’s eyes and hands.  Lex stared silently at him, but his face was filled with such open, if glazed adoration that Clark was hard pressed to remember his resolve to not kiss him.

Instead he pressed a finger gently between check, into his body and Lex’s eyes shut and body shuddered in response.

“Look at me.”

Lex obeyed instantly and Clark shivered himself at the powerful feeling.

“I think I’ll probably let you come.”

Lex muttered something unintelligible, hips shifting, drawing attention to his trussed up genitals.

“You’ve been very good.  I can’t wait to try out some of the other things in that box.”  Lex’s eyes flashed.  Clark reached up to tweak one hard, pink nipple.  “One day I think I’m going to send you to work with some of those clamps on.”

Lex gasped as Clark twisted his nipple, hips thrusting.

“Would you like that?  Nipple clamps and maybe a cock ring hidden under one of your beautiful, elegant, tasteful suits.”

“Fuck, yes, Clark...”

“One day we’ll go out with you in one of those dresses.  God, I can’t wait to see what that navy silk does to your eyes.”  He traced a hand over Lex’s face, mapping the delicate features and Lex turned instinctively into the caress.

He trailed his hand down over Lex’s chest, ghosting gently over his vulnerable belly.

“Then I think I’ll rip it apart, or maybe fuck you like a woman; on your back, with your skirts around your hips and your panties round your ankles.”

“Jesus...”

His hand traced back up before reaching the groin ignoring the pathetic whimper that caused.

“I want to see you in some of that makeup.  I can’t decide, though, whether I’ll prefer your lips red like blood, or pretty and pink like a pussy.”

He pushed his thumb into Lex’s mouth, where it was sucked eagerly under wide, desperate eyes.

“Can’t wait to fuck your pretty painted mouth.”

“Clark, please, God, I need...”

Clark’s finger’s ghosted down to Lex’s groin tracing feather like over the hot, straining flesh to slowly untie the leather binding.

“Fuck, God, ah,” Lex’s hips pumped frantically as the restraints were removed, but only into empty air as Clark carefully kept his hand away.

Clark held the twisting body still as he took a pink, hard, tender nipple in his mouth and played casually, sucking a biting the sweat flesh until every breath underneath him was an effort.  He moved on to play with the other, eyes never leaving Lex’s face as he teased, watching the desperate liquid eyes roll and listened to pretty pleading incoherent words.

Finally he sat back, eyes roving down from the beautiful flushed face with begging eyes and swollen lips, to sore nipples, heaving chest, flat quivering belly and taut, shaking thighs.

Finally he moved down till his face was level with Lex’s cock and licked teasingly at the head, keeping thrusting hips still and ignoring woeful cries.

“You’re so beautiful.  So open like this.  God, I love you.”  And with that he thrust his tongue into Lex’s exposed hole, fucking and sucking ruthlessly until the wail became a shriek and Lex’s cock twitched and came furiously.

He waited until every last shudder had been wrung from Lex and he laid there, eyes closed, heart beating erratically and breath laboured and rough, before he pulled away.  He moved up to lie next to Lex, stroking the beautiful face gently as his breathing slowed.  He kissed Lex gently on the cheek, chin, forehead, eyelids until Lex made a hungry noise and tried to catch his lips with his.

He pulled away.

“Lex.  Lex, look at me.”

Lex opened his eyes, soft and dreamily blue.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

Lex’s pupils dilated and he caught his breath.

“I’m going to fuck you now while you’re still open and twitching and sensitive from orgasm.  I’m going to fuck you so you can feel every inch inside you taking you over and over so you know I own you now.”

“Clark.”  A soft whisper.  A statement of fact.

Clark moved between his open legs and thrust two fingers gently inside the hot, relaxed hole.  He stroked the prostrate gently and Lex twitched all over, moaning softly, eyes rolling in his head.

Clark thrust into Lex, meeting absolutely no resistance, still feeling the aftershocks of Lex’s orgasm twitching through him.  He opened his eyes to see Lex staring at him with such adoration and wonder and need that he groaned and thrust harder. 

“What do you want?”  He whispered.  “Tell me.”

“Please Clark, kiss me.  I love you I love you Iloveyoupleasekissme.”

So he did.  Hot wet adoring kisses, mixed with nonsense words of devotion as he came shivering deep inside Lex.

***

He lay there in bed stroking Lex silently till trembles died away and comfort set in.  Lex’s breath evened out and Clark knew he’d soon be asleep, but he needed to know before he could sleep.

“Lex?”

“Hmm.”

“Lex?”

“Uh hmmm?”

“*Lex*.”

“What?”

“Was that OK?”

“*What*?”

“Was that OK? I mean, it wasn’t too much?  Or too little?  I wasn’t horribly naive or something?”

“Clark!”  Lex sat up little too quickly and winced. Clark noticed and winced too.  “You were perfect.  Just perfect.  Beyond my wildest dreams.  I’m going to hold you to all of those things you said, and tomorrow I’m going to want you to talk dirty to me when I’m bored at work.”

“Good.”

Clark was silent for a minute.  “Lex?”

“Yes?”

“Did you mean... I mean...  Never mind.”

Lex shifted uncomfortably. Clark recognised the guilty, slightly shamed look, and cursed mentally.  It had all gone so well.  He should have ignored it.  Lex had never told him he loved him before and he knew well enough that Lex would want to pretend that it was just something that had happened in the heat of the moment.  He wouldn’t even want to admit how badly he’d wanted Clark to kiss him during their game, thinking it shamefully emotional.  Clark suddenly felt mean for making Lex say it just to get some assurance of his own.

He knew Lex loved him.  He didn’t need him to say it.  He settled down again and pulled Lex into his arms, ignoring the slight, perfunctory resistance.

As he settled down to sleep he heard Lex sigh and whisper three words against his neck just softly enough for superhearing to pick up.

Yesss!

END