Author: alee
Title: What You Don't Confess
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Disclaimer: CK, LL, and everyone else are the property of DC Comics, and SV is the brainchild of Millar & Gough, and the WB -- I'm just playing with other peoples toys. *EG*
Feedback: Loved & cared for at GothPhyle@aol.com
Note: part of the ClexFest at: http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/ClexFest
Summary: Lex has to deal with some issues of a very personal nature; Clark helps. A lot.
Challenge: Lex is terribly controlled (as in - won't let go, won't lose it) in bed. What does Clark do to drive Lex out of his mind? (kira-nerys)
Beta Praise: *Big* thanks go out to Moss for this one -- thanks for taking on the Herculean task of whipping my punctuation into shape, and saving the good readers from my overly clinical turns of phrase-- you are the best, my dear! Any remaining errors rest solely upon my head.

WHAT YOU DON'T CONFESS

DAY ONE

Never spend the night.

Flatter if you want to, fawn if you need to, fuck if you have to.

But never spend the night. Never.

Ever.

It was a lesson he had learned too well, too long ago. Not, as his father lectured, because spending the night gave his lover the upper hand, the illusion that he cared more deeply than he did. Nor because of the danger that could result if his bedmate held less than savory intentions for the Luthor billionaire bad boy. Not even because of the strained discomfort inherent in sharing personal space for so long a time, though that inconvenience was not to be discounted.

No, the reason was far more visceral, far more personal.

Never spend the night, because that would reveal the secret. The concealed fact that would forever alter the Sexual Mystique that was Lex.

It was a system that had served him well. He screwed whomever he had to, in the name of business or rebellion, and his lovers were none the wiser, too strung out or preoccupied with their own pleasure or machinations to care. He left them well-sated, replete in beds that reeked of passion and adrift in a haze of sexual pleasure that veiled his lack of release. A kiss here, a caress there, a raw whisper for good measure, and he slipped away, his secret safe.

Until now.

Now, he had to contend with more than a greedy bed-mate, more than another conquest. He had to confront the reality of making love. Had to face the prospect of having his secret laid bare, because Clark would never settle for anything else. Would never accept his leaving in a post-coital rush. The thought left him felling ill, sick with the knowledge that he couldn't hide any longer and ridiculously afraid of Clark's disappointment.

Crossing the study, he stared blankly out into the night sky, the chill pane fogging beneath his ragged exhalation, the moist breath painting a snowy haze over the view. Closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead into the glass, drawing his arms tightly around his waist. Clark would be here soon, he knew, returning from his "mission," as he called it. His trip to see Lana, to set aside the possibilities with her once and for all.

He said it was an easy decision, possibly the easiest he had even made, that his feelings for Lex far outshadowed his affection for her, that it wasn't fair to Lana to let this drag on any longer. He said all those things, and Lex believed him, believed Clark believed his own words, at least for the moment. But the distant future, far removed from a moment's passion, loomed dark and uncertain and Lex was more than willing to entertain the notion that Clark would one day regret this decision, regret trading the possibility of happiness with Lana for him, for this.

He had never been more terrified.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the soft footfalls behind his that signaled Clark's arrival, jumping slightly as a warm palm settled on his shoulder.

"Lex? What's wrong?"

Sucking in a shuddering breath, he blinked his eyes open, schooling his face into a calm mask before turning to face Clark.

"Nothing's wrong, just tired," a tired smile played about his lips. "How did things go with Lana?"

A flush brightened Clark's cheek, glowing in soft counterpart to the chagrin that lit his eyes. He ducked his head briefly, looking away and then back to meet Lex's gaze as a soft chuckle escaped.

"Let's just say that I may be on the hit-list at the Talon for a while," he said ruefully.

"Really? I would have thought the noble Miss Lang too far above petty emotions to take your rejection with anything less than gracious aplomb. Or maybe just too emotionless to care one way or the other..."

"Ha, ha. There's no need to be nasty, Lex. Lana was just... hurt, I guess. Disappointed, maybe. Or just... I don't know. She--," he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose distractedly "she just seemed really sad when I told her that she was a good friend, and that I would always treasure her friendship, but that we... well, you know."

Snorting softly, Lex reached out to trail a finger down Clark's cheek. "You really gave her the 'let's be friends' speech?"

"Yeah, I guess I did. Pretty lame, huh? I just didn't want to hurt her, just wanted to make it OK, let her know that..."

"I know." He leaned in to brush a soft kiss across Clark's cheek, "And I really admire what you did. It took a lot of courage."

"Courage?" Clark asked, his brow furrowed in confusion, "How so?"

"Courage," Lex reiterated, with a short nod if his head, "It takes a lot of that to say goodbye to your dreams, to let go of something you've wanted for so long."

"Ah, but see, Lex, here's the thing - I didn't do any of that. I said 'goodbye' to Lana, and to possibilities that I no longer wanted. What I *really* want, what I'm dreaming of, is standing right in front of me. And I have *no* intention of letting you go. So I guess that means I'm not so big in the courage department, after all."

Reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, Lex rubbed tiredly at his closed eyes with thumb and forefinger before lowering his hand to rest on his hip. "Clark, I appreciate the reassurance, I really do, but--"

"I'm not telling you what I think you want to hear. I'm not trying to 'reassure' you. I'm telling you how I feel."

"I know you are, and I know that how you 'feel' right now may not be the same as the way you'll view the situation in a few months, or the way you'll look back on this decision in a few years. I'm just... hell, Clark, I don't know what I'm trying to say."

"I do," Clark said softly, taking a step forward to slide his arms around Lex, drawing him forward in a loose embrace. "I know what you're saying... and what you're not saying."

"Oh, really?" Lex's voice was muffled against Clark's throat, an edge of sarcasm seeping through his tone, "So you're psychic now, as well?"

"Only with you," Clark teased, pressing a kiss to his temple. "But then, you can read me 'like a book', or so you always say, so I think turnabout is fair play." Drawing back slightly, Clark raised a hand to cup his chin, drawing Lex's face from its nest at the hollow of his throat and tilting it up just enough to press a lingering kiss against Lex's lips.

"You worry too much about things that are never going to happen. I'm never going to regret being with you. I'm never going to stop loving you. I'm never going to wish that I had chosen Lana, or Chloe, or anyone else over you. That's why you know my secret, and they don't, never will. If you would just stop doubting me, doubting yourself, then you could use that famous Lex intuition to see that."

Lex sighed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Clark's, and stared into his eyes, open and guileless. Wrapping one arm tightly about Clark's waist, he slid the other up his nape, tunneling his fingers into his hair before cupping the back of his skull and drawing Clark's head down to rest against his shoulder. Nuzzling into the thick locks, he inhaled the warm fragrance of shampoo-fresh hair and clean skin, his exhaled breath rippling across the surface of Clark's scalp and eliciting a shiver of pleasure.

Warm arms snaked about his waist, their broad palms trailing fingertips up and down his spine, kneading at the tensed muscles of his shoulders as they swayed together, his face buried in Clark's hair. He shivered as lips traced wetly up the side of his neck, pausing to suckle at the hollow beneath the crease where ear joined face, nibbling at his lobe before continuing up the side of his jaw, licking a moist path from chin to cheek. Clear green eyes met his, a whisper of a smile lighting their depths and turning the edges of Clark's up slightly as their noses brushed together, back and forth and back again, before Clark angled his head and claimed his lips once more.

"*This* is what I want, what I dream about," Clark whispered hotly, each word punctuated by sharp nips of Lex's lips. "This. And. Only. This," he murmured, his voice dark with passion, pausing to lick the seam of Lex's lips, his tongue flickering over flesh swollen and reddened from his earlier attentions. "When I look into my future, all I see is you," he all but growled, abandoning gentleness to haul Lex closer in an embrace that was almost punishing, crushing their lips together.

Lex tensed, as always momentarily taken aback at the strength that seemed too great, that *was* too great for an eighteen-year-old boy, before yielding into the pressure along his spine and melting into Clark like warm honey. One hand snaked around his side, counting each rib as it slipped under the thin silk knit of his sweater on its journey from waist to chest. The hot weight of a palm settled over his heart, thumb rasping across his nipple, coaxing the nub into taut hardness with each scrape of lightly calloused skin.

Opening his mouth, he traced Clark's lips with his tongue, prodding at every crease with the nimble muscle before thrusting inside. Clark tasted so *good*, the cavern of his mouth hot and humid, the flavor of coffee lingering on his tongue, rasping against the smooth underside of Lex's as he stroked the roof of Clark's mouth with slow, thorough sweeps. Angling his head, he opened his mouth even more, sucking Clark's lips into his mouth as he continued to thrust within, alternating deep probes with sharp nibbles against Clark's lips followed by soothing licks.

Clark tensed against him, his fingers digging into his waist and chest as he moaned, the sound greedily swallowed by Lex's mouth, devouring his. Breaking the kiss, Clark gasped for air, turning dazed eyes to meet his. Gaze sharpening, Clark smiled at him, a feral expression ripe with promise, before leaning forward to bury his face in Lex's neck, biting sharply along the tendon just below his jaw at the same time he hauled Lex closer, thrusting his hips in time to his rhythmic tugging at Lex's nipples, alternating between the two as his other arm continued to bind them together.

Lex threw his head back, sagging against the supporting arm still wrapped tightly about him, mouth opening and closing in a vain attempt to speak as electricity ran from his nipples to his cock, now straining against his fly. Clark was the only thing keeping him grounded, the sweet pleasure-pain of his teeth against his neck and the heavy, solid weight of the powerful young body pressed flush to his slighter form the only reality in the sensory whirlwind.

Dragging his mouth up Lex's neck once more, teeth scraping skin along the way, Clark grabbed Lex's lower lip between his teeth, licking the lush flesh before bringing their lips together in another scorching kiss.

"Lex, I think we need to go upstairs now."

"I don't know Clark, let's not -- oh, *God*!" His protests died on his lips, every rational thought fleeing as Clark lifted him astride one hard thigh, rocking his swollen cock against tensed muscle as one long digit pressed beneath the waistband of his slacks to tease the crease of his ass.

"No more talking," Clark growled, pulling Lex farther astride his thigh until their cocks were pressed together and sliding his hand farther down Lex's slacks to cup his buttock and increase the leverage of his hold, "No. More. Thinking," each word emphasized with a short thrust.

There was no more time for thinking, no time for the sick apprehension he had felt earlier to expand once more into gut-wrenching panic. A short burst of speed, and they were in his room, clothing stripped and flung about the furnishings with abandon, covers ripped from the bed without a care for cost or decorum, and Clark spread naked before him, hot flesh sliding against its scorching counterpart.

He stilled for a moment, taking a moment to just *see* all of Clark, flushed and aroused and so, so beautiful and jumped slightly when he felt a hand cup the ball of his shoulder. The fingers pressed gently against his scapula, and Clark's face warmed with a smile.

"No more thinking, remember? Come here, Lex," he breathed, tugging him down for another kiss. He followed the urgings of that hand, lowering his body to lie flush along Clark's side, and peppering a series of kisses across his cheeks. Closing his eyes, he lost himself in Clark's mouth once more, tunneling his arms under Clark's body to pull him closer.

A muffled moan was his only warning before the twin grip of Clark's hands on his hips slid his body up and across, draping him flush atop the body that now writhed beneath him. A solid thigh pressed between his own, pressing it between Clark's, framing his leg as Clark arched upward, his cock pressing into the skin of Lex's hip as the light covering of hair on his upper thigh deliciously abraded his own aroused flesh, naked and wanting.

He trailed his hands down Clark's back, squeezing the flesh at his waist before bringing his palms to rest on the jut of hips, thumbs caressing the sharp press where pelvis met leg. Clark shivered, goose-bumps rising on the surface of his arms and legs. He reached upward to cup his palm across Clark's navel, rubbing back and forth with his thumb just below. Hard enough not to tickle, light enough to make Clark arch into the contact, seeking more, trying to shift his lower to bring it into contact with the proof of Clark's arousal nestled heavy and flushed against his thigh.

He bent his head, laving Clark's collarbone with languorously thorough sweeps of his tongue. The path glimmered in the dim lighting, saliva-slick skin glowing in soft contrast to the warm expanse surrounding it. Blowing softly on the skin so recently painted, he was rewarded with a shudder of appreciation. Replacing tongue with teeth, he nipped his way transverse once more before heading south to suckle the skin around one bronzed nipple. Short, soft kisses, hard, deep suckles, always varying the pace, and always avoiding the hardened nub of flesh that begged for his attention, Lex set out to drive Clark to distraction. Switching to the neglected nipple, he repeated his torture, teasing and arousing until Clark cupped his skull, guiding his mouth. He acquiesced, biting lightly into the firm resilience of pectoral muscle before suckling in earnest, mouth sealed tightly to its prize as his cheeks hollowed.

He licked a path down Clark's torso, swirling patterns with his tongue along the ribcage that heaved with labored breath. Lapping softly at the crease where leg met hip, he brushed his nose against Clark's erection, nuzzling into the hot space between cock and balls. Pressing the blade of his tongue flat against the undersurface, he laved from base to tip as his hands rose to Clark's nipples, squeezing and tugging in a point-counterpoint rhythm.

Encircling the head of Clark's cock with his lips, sucking strongly then releasing the turgid flesh to tongue around the slit at its center, it was easy to lose himself in the moment, easy to ignore the constant burning ache arcing from his own groin up through his spine. He continued his efforts, releasing one nipple to angle his hand beneath his chin, stroking the crease of Clark's ass as his mouth and tongue continues to tease. Slicking his index finger with the saliva trailing down Clark's shaft and pooling beneath his sac, he pressed against the opening to Clark's body, rimming the edge. He felt the muscle flutter reflexively against his fingertip just as Clark arched sharply, cock banging against the roof of his mouth.

"Lex! Stop! I-- "

Giving the shaft one last lick, Lex levered himself higher, brushing his lips against Clark's as he continued to press against his hole, his other hand wrapped snugly around Clark's erection.

"Shhh", he murmured, pressing a hard kiss against Clark's lips, "just feel."

With those words he began pumping Clark's cock, tightening his grip for a few seconds at the base on every downstroke, rubbing his thumb across the tip with every upstroke. Soon, hips were rising to meet his hand, and a constant litany of moaning grunts issued from the arched throat in front of him, tendons taut with strain.

He felt the change, felt Clark's thighs tensing as his feet flexed, saw his hands convulse in the bedding, and the tremor that worked its way down his body as orgasm approached. Pressing his finger the slightest way in, he heard a hoarse shout as Clark exploded, semen erupting and flowing over his chest and down his hand as rhythmic contractions gripped his fingertip.

All too soon Clark stilled, a final shiver roughing his skin as Lex gently withdrew his finger. His eyes blinked open, still fogged with pleasure, and his lips turned up into a brilliant smile that matched the joy in his eyes.

"Lex," he breathed, reaching up to draw Lex down for another kiss. "That was..."

"Amazing", Lex finished, exhaling the word into Clark's mouth. "*You* were amazing. So beautiful."

Ignoring the ache in his own loins, arousal so sharp it carried the faint tinge of nausea, Lex wrapped his arms around Clark, fusing their flesh together in a tangle of limbs and sweat as he lapped at the trail of sweat dotting Clark's hairline.

"Now, I think it's YOUR turn," Clark leered, cupping his buttocks as he turned his head to claim Lex's lips once more.

Clark shifted beneath him, bumping his erection with the curve of his hip, and Lex stiffened, eyes clenching shut as agony racheted through his overly-sensitized skin. Clark froze, body held completely motionless as his gaze sharpened.

"Lex?" he questioned softly, concern deepening his voice. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," he gasped, shivering in the wake of a cold sweat, stomach clenching as the ache in his loins continued to build. It had been so long since things had gotten this bad, since he'd felt this sick, churning need to come with such intensity. Such futile intensity. Levering himself away from Clark, he collapsed face-down on the bed, panting shallowly as he fought the urge to vomit, or pass out. He arched his back, reflexively trying to ease the ache in his cock, and cried out as pain arced from his groin up his spine and settled at the base of his neck.

"What's wrong?" Clark asked again, his hand settling on Lex's back as he curled around his body around him.

"I... can't," he replied, his voice muffled into the pillow pressed tightly to his face by his clenched hands.

"Can't what?"

"Oh, God," he moaned, his voice broken by pain, "I didn't want you to know, hoped *this* time, somehow, it would be different..."

"Didn't want me to know what? Lex, come on, you're scaring me here," he whispered, his breath ruffling across Lex's skin as he pressed his cheek into the pillow beside Lex's head. "You make love to me, and then you turn away... what's going on?" he pleaded, confusion clouding his voice as he blinked back a sudden sheen of tears. "Is it... is it me?" he asked, half afraid of the answer.

Lex shook his head violently, sighing deeply before turning his own reddened gaze away from the safety of the concealing pillow to meet Clark's.

"No, Clark, it isn't you, could never be you," he said, a trembling smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I just... have a problem with this, with intimacy, and I'm dealing with the ... effects of that problem right now."

"I don't understand," Clark whispered, his eyes dark with confusion and the faintest traces of hurt.

"It's just...," Lex sighed, closing his eyes and swallowing before he continued. "I can't achieve orgasm, Clark." He finished, his face flushing with the brutal truth. "I've always had... difficulty, in that regard, but for the past several years that 'difficulty' has become more of an impossibility. I get aroused, painfully so, but I can't... I just can't. I usually just go get in the shower -- after about 20 minutes of cold water I'm usually a little more relaxed, and then I just wait for things to subside, as it were. Tonight, things are... particularly bad."

"Lex, wh-what, I mean-- why?"

"I don't know. I've tried to find a solution to this, believe me, but--"

"No, I mean why didn't you tell me? Why have sex with me knowing..."

"First of all, Clark, what we haven't isn't 'sex', so disabuse yourself of *that* notion right now. I wanted to be with you, wanted to make you feel good. I enjoyed it, enjoyed *everything* about being with you." Sliding forward, he pressed a line of soft, reassuring kisses against Clark's lips before peppering a series of caresses across his cheeks and brow. "I love you, Clark, and I will always treasure every moment we spend together. Watching you, feeling your pleasure... it was amazing." Mouths fused once more, his tongue tracing the plump lips beneath his.

Breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead into Clark's with a shuddering sigh, the tension in his body easing infinitesimally. Clark's hands clasped his shoulders, lightly stroking back and forth, the gentle touches soothing his nerves but doing little to abate his arousal.

"What can I do to help?" Clark asked.

"Nothing, really, I just need to get into the shower, and..."

"Can I come with you?"

"I don't know. It's not the sort of thing... well, it's not the sort of thing one really likes to share." And there it was, really, the crux of the matter. It was bad enough to be so out of control, bad enough to be at the mercy of his fickle flesh, but to let anyone witness his weakness, even Clark-- it was unsettling to contemplate.

"Please, Lex?" Clark pleaded, never slowing the steady rhythm of his hands, back and forth and around again on the solid width of his shoulder blades. "Let me share this with you, try to help, just *be* there."

Finally nodding his acquiescence, Lex took a deep breath, bracing himself for what was to come before painfully levering himself to his feet beside the bed. Swaying under the rush of blood, the throbbing pulse in his groin awakened by the change in position, he moaned. In an instant, Clark was beside him, a strong arm settling about his waist, steadying him against the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm him. Thankfully, his head cleared, and he straightened in Clark's embrace. Turning, he smiled tightly and linked his fingers with those around his waist, anchoring Clark's arm in place as they headed for the bathroom.

So easy to slip into the familiar routine once they crossed the threshold of the large bathroom done in shades of black and silver chrome. Easy to ignore the beautiful boy standing at his side, their hands disentangled as he reached into the cavernous shower to adjust the water temperature, set slightly warmer than his typical arctic flow in deference to the companion he could not entirely push from his thoughts. Stepping into the cool expanse of tile, he braced his hands against the wall just beneath the shower head, bowing his head under the needle-sharp onslaught. The whisper of air behind him, followed by the muffled *snick* of the shower door sliding into place were the only indications that he was not alone, until warm arms wrapped about his torso, angling his body back to rest against the heat of the shower's other occupant.

Turning his head to avoid inhaling the steady stream of water flowing from the plumbing, he moaned in complaint as he was shifted once more, one arm reaching around him to warm the water until its drops no longer felt chill against his skin.

Shuddering in frustration, he tried to reach around to readjust the temperature once more, and was thwarted by Clark, clasping his arms across his chest with implacable strength. He struggled futilely and halfheartedly for a moment before relaxing into Clark once more, huffing in irritation.

"Clark, what are you doing? I need--"

"Shhh, Lex, you need to relax. How are you supposed to do that when the water is freezing?" Clark asked reasonably.

"I think I know what I need better than you do! I've told you that I always--"

"What you 'always' do doesn't work very well, now does it?"

Fuming at the smug amusement in Clark's tone, Lex entertained visions of biting the arms wrapped so securely about him, or stomping on one of the feet straddling his, but decided a broken tooth or toe would hardly help his current situation. In the end, he gave in with good grace, slumping completely into Clark's strength as the warm water continued to roll down his torso.

"That's it, just relax," Clark crooned, his lips vibrating against the shell of Lex's ear as his voice rippled against the side of his throat. The entreaty was repeated again and again, punctuated with soft kisses and wordless murmurs, with slow sweeps of lightly calloused hands along wiry muscles and sinews, until, amazingly, Lex felt the tension flow from his body, arousal washed away in the swirling tide that flowed down the drain.

Reaching out to turn off the water, he turned in Clark's embrace, pressing close for a moment before reaching up slightly, kissing his thanks into wet lips that curved into a smile against his. Making quick work of the task of drying off, they were soon ensconced in the bed once more, Clark's head pillowed over his heart, one arm curled tightly about his waist. Ruffling his hands through Clark's hair, he smiled with quiet joy as he listened to the soft, sonorous sounds of Clark's gentle snoring. Reaching down to adjust the comforter more securely about the heavy form pressed against his, he relaxed back into the warm cocoon formed by the lush bedding and Clark's warmth, drifting off to sleep.



DAY TWO

It was an awful day. Workers threatening a strike at the plant, a flat tire on the Porsche, a large smear of the company product on his polished shoes, and the persistent ache behind his eyes that always accompanied a night of denied release, had all combined to turn the muscles of his back and shoulders to tautly stretched steel. He walked wearily into the foyer, frowning at the lack of light, and reached one hand towards the switch when...

He was grabbed and thrust against the barely closed door, a rapacious mouth claiming his as strong hands yanked his jacket down his arms and went to work on his tie. Tearing his mouth free, he slammed his palms against the chest in front of him, pushing solidly against the heavy mass of Clark's torso.

"Clark! What the hell--"

"Shut up, Lex," Clark all but growled, his voice rife with dark promise. "Tonight, you don't get a chance to talk, or to think."

Lex shivered, a chill of apprehension and dread working its way up his spine. He couldn't deal with a repeat of last night, he just couldn't. He felt tears prickle in his eyes at the thought of replaying the previous night's intense frustration so soon.

"Clark, *please*, I can't, I just can't," he groaned, his voice cracking beneath his rapid gasps for breath. "Not tonight, it's too soon, I can't-- oh, God!"

His protests went unheeded as Clark dropped to his knees, holding Lex's hands captive behind his back with his left hand while his right worked the button and zipper of expensive wool slacks. With little finesse and less preamble, he grasped the waistband of Lex's boxers between his teeth and fingers, rending the fabric with one sharp movement of his head before gripping the base of his cock between thumb and forefinger, closing his mouth over the flaccid flesh and beginning a rapid, suckling rhythm.

Lex writhed in his grasp, sobbing in protest as he felt his cock swell, engorging with blood that strained the still sensitized flesh to the point of pain. Shards of pleasure lanced through his agony, a tingling awareness that sent confusion spiraling down his nerve-endings, causing his blood to boil in his veins.

"Clark! Dammit! Oh... *fuck*! Please stop. I can't! I told you, I *can't*!"

A wet pop, a slick slide of saliva-wet skin into the chilling air, and those cruel, cruel lips were on his face, biting at his jaw, tonguing his throat, and claiming his mouth once more. Teeth closed on his earlobe, biting sharply before those luscious, padded lips cradled the abused lobe, rocking it gently.

"But see, Lex, it doesn't matter what you think you can, or *can't*, do, because tonight, *I'm* going to tell you what to do," Clark growled in his ear, the voice so different from the usual tones of his beloved voice that he struggled for a moment to reconcile the identity of his sensual attacker with that of his lover. "You say you can't come; fine, you don't have to-- you just get to feel. Everything. I. Want. You. To."

With those words, and the feel of Clark's index finger and thumb forming a tight circle around the base of his erection, the most effective cock-ring ever imagined, Lex lost any semblance of sanity. Sobbing, twisting, tears and sweat running down his face and throat to mingle with the sheen of desperation gathered on his torso, he hung, helpless in Clark's embrace.

There was a sharp screeching tear as his shirt succumbed to Clark's strength, a complimentary echo as slacks and the remnants of undergarments were wrenched away, and then there was only...

Heat.

Sharp bite of teeth on nipples.

Bruising kisses that marked his abdomen and thighs.

Stinging tongue, laving his testicles and the hot space beneath with enough force to burn, to chafe.

Steady pressure at the base of his cock, forestalling release even if such had been a possibility.

The sounds of his own gasps, screaming his ecstasy to the rafters as wave after wave of pleasure was forced upon him.

Rough, growling vibration of Clark's voice against his flesh as he crooned an endless litany of praise, of satisfaction.

Tingling numbness in his hands, wrists bruised from his struggles against the implacable grip of the hand that bound them.

Marauding mouth, traveling up its conquered land, pausing to rest once more in the hollow of his gasping throat, and...

Then.

"Now you're going to come for me," guttural words, matched by earthy tones and breath hot as lava. A final lick to the flesh beneath his ear, a release of the visegrip maintained so long by that perfect ring of fingers, a quick, squeezing pump on the upstroke. Sensation thundering up and down his spine, clenching in his loins so sharp it was agony, breath rushing from his lungs as he screamed, his voice breaking under the strain as he came, light fading and consciousness dimming.

Minutes-- hours-- later, he stirred, raising his head from its resting place pillowed beneath Clark's ear in the curve of his shoulder. Stretching sore arms from their limp dangle, he clasped them weakly about Clark's waist, his breath heaving through his lungs. Slowly he became aware of a sense of subtle movement, the easy back and forth sway as they rocked together, Clark humming contentedly against his cheek. Licking his lips, he pressed a kiss to Clark's shoulder before raising his head, blinking his eyes back into focus.

"Wh-what," he began, pausing to clear his throat and swallow again before continuing, voice husky from exertion, "What was that all about?"

"Just an educated guess on my part," Clark replied, warmth radiating from his gaze.

"Just what sort of 'education' went into that guess?" Lex demanded, his eyes narrowing in irritation.

"Three years in the school of Lex the Control Freak," Clark retorted, eyes crinkling in amusement as Lex's brow furrowed further.

"I am *not*--" Lex began heatedly, only to be cut off by the very effective muzzle of Clark's lips, tongue pressing into his mouth to give his own better things to do than think up futile arguments for a debate that was, essentially, over before it ever began. Breaking the kiss, Lex gazed into Clark's face, reaching up to trail a finger over that perfect countenance before kissing him once more, taking his hand to lead him up the stairway and into the bedroom.

Never spend the night.

Spend a lifetime.

END