Farmboy Chelle As always, dedicated to the wondrous Green Queen. She betas, she edits, she “Guh!”s. Much love, sweetie! Any remaining mistakes are all mine. The sounds woke him first. Loud, wet slurping sounds, indecent sounds. Next came the taste. The taste of blood in his mouth, from biting through his lower lip. Then the smell. He inhaled deeply and smelled hay, fresh air and sunshine, all undercut by the smell of musk and sex. Next? Touch. He felt the soft hair between his fingers, felt the hot, wet mouth surrounding his balls and sucking them in one at a time, swirling them, letting them out with a pop. He felt too-strong hands pinning his hips to the bed as he tried to thrust. He clenched his eyes tightly, trying not to look, afraid that it was a dream, but also afraid of what he would see if it wasn’t. He then felt the cool air of breath being blown across his rock-hard cock, and he had to open his eyes. Finally, sight. When he opened his eyes, he first saw bright green looking up at him, then he saw deep red and white in a smile. His undoing was seeing the full lips surround his cock with perfect suction, then pressed against his hairless skin as Clark swallowed around him, still looking up. Then, all Lex saw was stars as he came hard down the long, long throat. He opened his eyes five minutes later expecting to have Clark lying beside him. What he opened his eyes to was the vision of Clark still looking up at him, tongue licking broad stripes along his inner thighs. When Clark noticed that Lex had rejoined the land of the living, he smiled, and it made Lex shiver. “No Clark, it’s too soon, way too soon,” the older man whined as he tensed up, prepared to see perfect lips surround his now-soft cock. “Not for what I have in mind, baby. Trust me?” Clark raised an eyebrow and sucked a dark bruise into Lex’s hip, making him hiss sharply. “With my life, you know that.” Lex ran his hand through Clark’s hair affectionately, thinking about all the times that Clark had saved his life. A dark laugh was the reply. “Right now, I’m more concerned with you trusting me with your body, Lex.” And then that mouth was behind his balls, and that tongue was pressing on his prostate from the outside, and his cock was twitching, and it was still too soon. And he just didn’t care anymore. Lex fisted his hand harshly, and felt rewarded when Clark whined and thrust his hips against the bed. He felt the large hands on his own hips tighten and gasped, thinking about the large bruises that would be there when tonight was over, then he stopped thinking. His legs were being placed over Clark’s shoulders, and Clark’s mouth was going lower, where it hadn’t been yet, no matter how much Lex had begged in the past. He made a noise that wasn’t quite a groan, but was too manly to be a whimper, because Luthors did NOT whimper. Clark inhaled deeply; luxuriating in the intense smell of Lex that centered behind his balls. He continued to lick and suck, and felt when Lex realized what he was going to do. He chuckled and thought he should explain himself. “You talk in your sleep, Lex.” Clark licked from the top of Lex’s crack to the base of his cock, admiring the twitch it produced. “I…hungh….wha?” Lex shook his head, trying to clear it, to give an answer that made any kind of sense. Clark turned Lex over easily and gave one order. “Don’t touch your cock, Lex. Or else I’ll stop.” This time Lex whimpered, and admitted it. He nodded, and could picture the smile on Clark’s face. Just to make sure there was no way he would reach for himself, he folded his arms under his head. “Ffffuuuuccccckk,” he moaned when Clark shoved his tongue in deep on the first lick at Lex’s ass. He could feel the smile against his cheeks, and vowed revenge for the smugness, then forgot all about it when Clark began teasing him, barely making contact with his tongue. Clark blew on the tight muscle, watching it contract and release, smirking at Lex’s whines and demands to Shove your tongue in my fucking ass NOW, dammit! So he did. Hard and pointed and deep. And he left it there, feeling Lex’s pulse surround the strong muscle, feeling Lex squirm, almost desperate. Almost…..almost….and then when Lex started to pound the mattress by his head, Clark flattened his tongue, making it as broad as possible. He was rewarded with a loud, “Fuck! Clark!” He began to rim the older man in earnest then. He alternated deep thrusts with short licks. He would nibble lightly on the loosening opening, then give a sharp bite to a rounded cheek. Every time Lex would get used to the rhythm, or think he could sense a pattern, Clark would change it. Lex was close to sobbing with both pleasure and frustration. His cock was hard enough to cut glass, leaking pre-cum steadily onto the bed. He started fucking the air, begging Clark for more. Of what, he didn’t care, as long as it was more. For his part, Clark was listening, but he had discovered that rimming the normally controlled Lex into this quivering mess was his newest favourite thing to do. But his own cock was anxious to join in the fun. He thrust two fingers into Lex’s mouth and simply said, “Suck.” Lex complied immediately, and soon the fingers were gone from his mouth, Clark was draped along his back, and those fingers were pumping in and out of his ass. He could feel Clark’s lips mouthing wet kisses across his neck to his ear, and his cock gave a mighty twitch when Clark whispered matter-of-factly in his ear, “I think I’m going to fuck you now, Lex. Dry.” Clark worked his cock into Lex’s slightly stretched hole, and they both groaned at the sensation. There was still resistance, because the only lube they were using was Clark’s spit. Lex pushed back, relishing the burn, and Clark shoved forward, moaning, “Jesus, so tight!” He started with short thrusts, more like a tease to them both, then he pushed down on Lex’s neck, changing the angle so he brushed his lover’s prostate as he moved in and out. He grabbed Lex’s hips in the place where the bruises were already showing, making Lex wince, but he quickly worked through it when Clark tilted him up to fuck him in earnest. Long, deep strokes that were meant to make them both come hard. Clark reached up, took one of Lex’s hands in his own and wrapped them both around Lex’s cock. Lex was in his own private heaven and hell. He wanted to come, badly, but he knew he should wait. This was Clark’s show, and he knew it. He was lost, pumping forward into the tight glove of hands and back onto the thick cock in his ass. His lip was bleeding again, and he was vaguely aware that he was begging to be allowed to come. He felt Clark swell even more when the begging started, and the grip on his cock got tighter. Clark licked the knob on the back of Lex’s head, whispered, “Now, come now, Lex,” then bit hard on where shoulder and neck met. Lex shouted and came once again, and his spasms quickly drew Clark’s orgasm out of him as well. They collapsed in a heap on the bed. Ten minutes later found Clark’s head on Lex’s chest and Lex’s hand playing in Clark’s hair. He had to ask. “Babe, not that I mind, but what brought this on?” Clark looked up at him, smiled and simply said, “What can I say? I was inspired by the presence of a master.” ~~~fin~~~ <<