Catharsis by C.Roxane

Author: C.Roxane
Title: Catharsis
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Warnings: None
Summary: Clark helps Lex work through some things.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: elel_rocks@hotmail.com
Author's note:  Special thanks to the gang at CLFF, Kira, and, as always, LexLovesClark
Challenge: Withheld, see end of story.
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Catharsis
C.Roxane

The teenager moaned in pleasure.  He arched his neck back, pressing his dark hair into the pillow beneath him.  His mouth opened, his eyes closed as knowing hands and a hungry mouth began a slow path up his body.  

Toes first.

The boy writhed as each digit had its turn inside his lover's mouth -- sucked, nipped, and encircled by the pink tongue as strong hands kneaded his calves.  When the hands slid up and gently probed the sensitive skin behind his knees, the teen jerked abruptly.  He started to sit. 

Lex focused his gaze on the abdominal muscles that he so admired.  As the youth sat up, they tensed and formed an impressive washboard.

"Lie back down, Clark," ordered the bald man from where he crouched at the boy's feet.

"Aargh," the teen complained as he let his body relax back into a prone position on the bed.  "Tickles," he muttered in protest. 

Lex stared fixedly at the boy's mouth, at the full red lips as they pouted prettily.  Then, as Lex watched, the mouth tightened, the long body squirmed, and the hips shifted with agitation.  The boy’s tormentor was moving upward from his feet.  Licking and tickling as he went.

The bald man used the smooth flesh of his scalp to push between the boy's thighs, nudging the long legs apart.  Hands, starkly pale in contrast to tanned flesh, guided the long limbs into position, bending the knees slightly, turning the legs so that he could press his knowledgeable mouth to the ticklish flesh inside the youth's knee.


"Lex!" he cried out in frustration.  "Stop it with the knees, already, and fuck me, you bastard!"

"Clark, Clark," Lex tsk-tsked with a smirk.  "Such language.  I'm shocked."

The bald man smiled as he crawled another foot up the long body beneath him.  He settled between the long, muscular legs, arms hooked around the youth's hips, his face rubbing and nuzzling into the pubic hair surrounding the straining cock.

Lex licked his lips in anticipation.

"Please, Lex," he pleaded as he struggled and thrust his hips toward the tantalizing mouth of his lover.

"If you want my mouth, then talk dirty." 

"Suck me, please."  The soft nips made to the base of his dick by carefully lip-covered teeth encouraged and tormented the boy into continuing.  "Suck me.  Fuck me.  Do whatever you want to me, you freakish …"  A hot, wet mouth suddenly went down on his cock, sheathing the length. 

"… worthless …" the boy rasped and, as if appeased, the mouth encasing his cock slid upward, lips clenched tightly around his shaft. 

"… treacherous …"  Strong suction was applied to the weeping tip. 

" … lying …"  Fingers probed between their bodies and slid into the crevasse formed by the boy's cheeks, seeking entrance. 

"…twisted …"   Two lubed fingers drove home and the youth bucked in response, nearly unseating the smaller man.

"Fuck, Lex!" he cried out when his teasing lover stilled.   "Please!  Oh … more …"  But despite the pathetic begging, the man atop him remained motionless, refusing to respond.  The teen cried out another insult in a desperate attempt to appease the inner kinks of his partner,  "… stupid!" he shouted, and then he moaned in satisfaction as the fingers within him pumped and the mouth began its rhythmic suction again.

"…pathetic…"  Fingers slid in and out.  The mouth sucked and swallowed.  The head moved up and down.

As the pace increased, Lex's pushed his own pants down and took hold of his own erection.  He began to pump in time with the teen's thrusts and moans. 

"… sorry excuse for a …" 

Lex groaned.  Close, he was so close!

"… Luthor!" 

Lex curled his back, bending his body as he used one hand to jackhammer his cock and the other to thrust within himself.

"Lex?" came a soft voice. 

Lex ignored the interruption, passing it off as wishful thinking.  He kept his eyes on the teen's face, which was now twisting with pleasure as the boy approached his own climax.  Lex kept working his own flesh, jerking himself off, probing, and driving into his own ass, seeking --

"Lex?!?"

It was the gasp in Clark's voice that did it, that shattered the fantasy in which Lex had been immersed.  In absolute horror, Lex forced his eyes away from the massive screen of his projection television and turned them toward Clark, where his friend stood slack-jawed at the foot of the couch.

Lex's hands stilled momentarily as his mind whirled in the desperate attempt to think of some way out of the situation.  After several heartbeats had passed, his hands took up their former rhythm. 

Clark's green eyes widened even further as Lex resumed his masturbating. 

Lex wasn't exactly too far gone to care.  He did care.  Even as he pumped, he cared that this would be the only chance he would ever have to watch the real Clark's face as he came.  He might as well make the most of it.

As Lex pumped his shaft, he allowed himself the luxury of losing himself in Clark's eyes for the final time.  If the eyes really were the window to the soul, then Clark was the most innocent person Lex had ever met.  Not-Clark, the actor that he had hired to portray Clark, had tried, but had never quite gotten that look down.  Then there was the color.  Lex had sent the lenses back to the lab three times before he deemed the hue and the shade close enough to suffice.  Still, they weren't nearly as brilliant and alive as Clark's own -- just a poor excuse. 

Clark's eyes flicked back and forth between Lex approaching orgasm on the couch and the large screen television, where the dark-haired teenager was now taking charge of the situation.

Not-Clark, apparently having had enough of Not-Lex's teasing, was in the process of flipping the weaker man over and positioning him.  Without preamble, Not-Clark thrust his way into Not-Lex.  Not-Clark drove in and out, continuing to berate the suddenly whimpering and thoroughly subdued Not-Lex as he rode him.  "Sick -- fucking -- freakish -- bald -- worthless -- fag -- obscenity -- of -- a -- whore."  A deep thrust into the pale flesh of Not-Lex's ass punctuated every insult Not-Clark spewed.  "This is all you'll ever be good for -- being -- my -- bitch." 

Not-Lex was crying out in ecstasy, whimpering and pleading for more, begging Not-Clark.  "Fuck me.  Yes.  Yesssss.  I'm your bitch.  Fuck me. Take me.  Love me."

"Shut up, cunt!" Not-Clark ordered just before he thrust forward so forcefully that Not-Lex's arms slipped.  Not-Clark took the opportunity to press on the back of the bald skull, driving Not-Lex's face into the mattress.  "Keep your fucking face down. I can't stand the sight of it. Love you?"  Not-Clark straightened back up and repositioned himself.  He took a bruising grip on Not-Lex's cheeks, spread them wide, and rammed in brutally.  "Who'd love a worthless piece of shit like you?"
 
Loathing and horror settled onto Clark's face.  Lex saw it and groaned, not from the sexual tension that was just about to overwhelm him, but from sadness.  Clark turned back to him, his expressive face filled with disgust.  Their eyes locked and Lex came -- shooting and groaning and crying.   And as his seed spilled out, so did his tears. 

He pulled his fingers out of his ass and released his still dripping cock, nearly flinging it away, if that were possible.  He collapsed back onto the sofa and covered his face with one bent arm.  He didn't bother to pull his pants up.  What would be the use?  Clark had just seen him at his most naked -- completely and utterly exposed.

Holding his breath, Lex wasn't surprised to hear Clark walk to the TV, shut it off, and then stomp out the room.

Lex had ruined this just as he had ruined everything else in his life.  His father was right after all.  He was a loser, and would always be one.  He was too emotional, too incompetent.  And he had tried.  He had tried so hard not to screw this up.  He had sought out the two young men that had been humping away on the screen in an effort to avoid the very thing that had just happened.

Lex had known that it would only be a matter of time before his body beat out his mind in its resolve to have Clark for his very own.  He had lusted after the boy since the very first moment of their meeting.  He had yearned for Clark in the same hopeless way that his father yearned for a new heir. 

Clark's beautiful face and form might have been what had first drawn Lex, but after getting to know the teen, it was his simple outlook on life that had sealed the obsession -- doomed Clark to warm his bed.  And Lex had no doubt whatsoever that he could have him in his bed.  All he'd have to do was put forth a little effort and he'd have Clark stretched out and begging.  But in taking Clark, he would also lose Clark.

Clueless Clark -- the one truly good person he had ever met -- the one person Lex believed in -- whom he was loath to corrupt.  He refused, absolutely refused, to pull the teen down off his pedestal.   He had no intention of letting Clark end up like all the others.
 
It was the chase, the challenge, that drew Lex. He'd picked his lovers carefully in the past for one of three reasons:  Either to piss his father off, because they were deemed unattainable, or to reap some benefit from them.   Once Lex had them in his sights, no one had ever gotten away.  Just as a hunter learned the nature of the prey they stalked, so too did Lex.  He studied them, learned their desires, and then dangled those same desires in front of them, baiting them into trusting him.  With remarkably little effort Lex had succeeded in getting even the wariest of lovers to eat out of his hand. 

He'd spent nearly a year learning about the mysterious Clark Kent, trying to give him all that he'd ever yearned for.  He'd even tried to give the boy that insipid girl he'd once been so fixated on -- anything to get Clark to trust him.  And Lex knew he'd succeeded.  Clark had been his for the taking for some time now.

Yet Lex had never reached out for him.  Instead, he had pulled back.  For, though he loved the game, he'd never been entirely satisfied with the outcome.  Once he'd succeeded, once he had some warm and willing body writhing beneath him, murmuring words of love, he'd always grown cold, repelled by their touch.  Oh, he'd managed the physical act itself, no problems there, but the contempt he felt for his sexual partners grew geometrically with every loving caress they bestowed upon him.  As soon as someone began to love Lex, he began to hate them for it.  Often, as with Victoria, it got to the point where even the thought of his lover made his skin crawl with distaste.

And Lex never wanted to feel that way about Clark.

That was why he'd decided on this scenario.  This way he could keep Clark pure and continue to enjoy his company for years.  He could revel in the lust the teen inspired and slake it with the help of his own little porn studio.  He'd hired the actors, had one's hair dyed and the other's shaved, provided the contacts, insisted on cheekbone inserts, collagen treatments, and 'Voila!' he could watch Clark and himself having sex in all manner of positions and situations.

Now, he wouldn't have to worry about it any longer.  Clark had been horrified and Lex was sure he'd never come back.  His lips curled at the irony of it.  Maybe he hadn't failed after all.  Clark would surely be safe from him now.  After witnessing this little display, Clark wouldn't let Lex come within a mile of him.

Even as he despaired, Lex began to devise an escape plan.  Asia drew him... or Europe, perhaps?  All he knew for sure was that he couldn't stay in Smallville, now that Clark knew.  He couldn't bear to watch Clark slink away from him, hide from him, to see the look of disgust on his face at what he had done to their friendship... at what he really was.

~*~

Clark looked at the screen where his double was … fucking … the Lex look-a-like, hurting him, degrading him.  And the Lex double?  He was enjoying it, crying and begging for more abuse.  Clark listened to the words, watched the sex on the screen as it got colder and rougher and never -- never -- had he felt greater disgust.

Lex moaned and Clark turned to look at him just as his friend exploded within his own hands. 

Sweat dripped down Lex's smooth brow, making small streams that mingled with the tears welling inside his wide, tormented eyes. The tears spilled out and slid over the full cheeks and downward toward his mouth.  Lex's usually full lips were back in a teeth-revealing, ghastly, macabre grimace.
 
With a small sob, Lex fell over backwards to lie sprawled, still partially naked, on the couch.  He flung one arm over his face, the other hand left to lay slightly cupped, palm upwards, next to the rapidly shrinking flesh of his spent penis.  Rage filled Clark as he looked down at his friend.  He stomped to the television, slammed his hand down on the power button, spun on his heel, and stalked angrily from the room.

Visions of twisting limbs off, tearing them from their sockets, filled Clark's mind.  He clenched his hands, feeling the need to rip and rend and destroy the man who had done this to Lex.  Clark's lightning-fast alien mind began to compute the distance to Metropolis, multiplied by his fastest speed.  Clark calculated that he wasn't quite fast enough to get to the city, murder Lionel Luthor, and be back before Lex recovered his senses.  Regretfully, he pushed his homicidal thoughts away and instead went into the nearest bathroom.

When he returned to the television room, Lex was still lying in the same position as when Clark had left him.  If it weren't for the steady throb of the pulse on Lex's exposed throat, Clark would have feared for his friend's life.  He dropped down to his knees beside the couch, gently taking hold of the slender wrist that hung limply across Lex's brows. 

Lex never moved, never even twitched.  The only response was a slight quickening of his shallow breathing.

Clark pulled Lex's unresisting arm toward him.  With a damp washcloth, he bathed Lex's long fingers, soft palm, and narrow wrist.  Carefully, he laid the now-cleansed hand down onto Lex's chest.  Just as gently, Clark washed Lex's other hand and then his groin area.  Satisfied, Clark shifted the slender hips so that he could pull Lex's briefs back into place.  He hesitated and decided to leave Lex's shirt untucked -- it would be easier that way.  Then he pulled the expensive trousers together, buttoned them, and re-buckled the buttery-soft, Italian leather belt.

That task done, Clark rose to his feet, uncertain what to do next to help Lex pull himself back together.  But ... was that really what he wanted?  For Lex to get his shields back in place?  To once again become the suave, confident, up-and-coming giant of industry who hid his pain behind a sneering mask? 

No. 

Clark wanted the man he had walked in on.  He wanted that openly emotional guy who, up until tonight, Clark had caught glimpses of from time to time, but had never really gotten a good look at before.

For six months after their first meeting, Lex had flirted outrageously with Clark, giving him looks that literally had Clark dropping his eyes shyly and blushing.  Then, slowly, over time, Lex had withdrawn.  Where once Clark would lose count of how many admiring glances he had been on the receiving end of, now, over a year later, he was lucky if he glimpsed even a single one.  Clark had despaired that Lex was losing interest in him -- not as a friend, Lex still sought Clark's company at every opportunity -- but as a …

Clark frowned down at the still motionless Lex.  Worry filled him. Worry that Lex would bolt.  Lex was going to have a hard time dealing with the fact that Clark had caught him so unguarded, so exposed.  Being a Luthor, with all the resources available to him, Lex could run to the far corners of the globe and Clark would be helpless to ever find him.  Clark knew it was time to make his move, to claim Lex once and for all.

Clark felt Lex's body stiffen when he encircled the slender ankles with his hands.  Lifting Lex's legs, Clark slid beneath them and sat down.  Then he lowered them so that Lex's calves rested comfortably across his lap.  Clark stroked his hands soothingly up and down, feeling Lex's hard shins beneath the linen trousers.

Lex lay still.  He had gone limp again.  With his body so flaccid, with his hands still lying where Clark had placed them on his chest, and with his face so pale, so lifeless, he looked like a corpse.  Clark wracked his brain trying to think of something to say, something to bring Lex back into the land of the living.  Minutes passed.

"You're supposed to be in Central City with the French club," Lex accused from behind closed eyes.

Clark smiled and let out a sigh of relief at Lex's angry tone.  "Got sidetracked and missed the bus."  Clark wrapped one hand around a long, narrow, silk-clad foot, and used his thumb to stroke the arch.  "So I thought I'd take you up on your offer to watch your latest movie."  Clark was gratified to see Lex's left eyelid twitch.  He could just barely glimpse the shimmering eye peeking through the narrow opening.  "Though, I really never expected you to show me anything like … that."

"I invited you over to see 'The Two Towers' not --"

"Yep, there were two towers alright."

Lex groaned.  "I'm sorry.  I never meant for you to see …"

"I know that, Lex," Clark said softly as he continued to knead Lex's feet and lower legs.  "You know I'd never do anything like that, don't you?"

"I know that, Clark," Lex sadly repeated Clark's words.

Clark ached for his friend.  He knew Lex had misinterpreted his meaning.

"I'd never insult you, call you names, or --"  Lex's eyes cracked open briefly, before he slammed them shut again.  "Or treat you so badly."

Clark watched Lex's Adam's apple move up and down as he swallowed.  A sudden thought hit Clark.  He peeled first the left sock off Lex, then the right.  "Actually, my feet aren't very ticklish," Clark said as he ghosted an index finger over the tips of Lex's bare toes.  He smiled when the feet cringed away from his touch and he tightened his grip so that Lex couldn't pull them free.  "Now how did fake-Lex do it?" Clark mused.  He leaned down and touched the tip of his tongue to the webbing next to Lex's big toe.

"Clark!" Lex gasped out.  "Stop that."

"Are your knees that sensitive too?" Clark grinned as he slid one of his hands up the curve of Lex's calf, seeking the tender flesh behind the joint.

"Yessss," Lex hissed as Clark found the spot and began to corkscrew his finger into the hidden valley.  "Stop," Lex panted as he twisted in a desperate attempt to get away from the tickling fingers.  "Stop!  I hate that," he gasped out as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

Clark stopped his assault, but kept a tight hold on the Lex's hard, sinewy, surprisingly strong legs.

As Lex relaxed, their eyes locked once again, and held.

"Why, Lex?" Clark asked, motioning with his head toward the TV.

"I was using it as a catharsis.  A form of harmless venting.  Trying to protect us both."

"From what?" Clark asked, confused.

"Me."  Lex's eyes were wide, honest, and earnest.  Clark felt that he could spend the rest of his life looking into them.  "I'm screwed up, Clark.  I've got … issues."

"No, um, really?" Clark pasted his best clueless look on his face.  "I'd never have guessed."

Lex gaped at him, his lovely mouth slightly open.  He was looking at Clark like he had never seen him before, as if he had finally realized that Clark wasn't quite as innocent, or as clueless, as he appeared.  Lex's sculpted, unique lips were quivering with the beginnings of a smirk.  They invited Clark to --

Clark leaned in close and kissed Lex. 

As he pressed his lips to Lex's he put all the pent-up feelings that he'd been carrying around for over a year into it.  Lex melted against him briefly, achingly briefly, before pulling away.  It took every ounce of Clark's willpower to allow Lex's retreat.

"Clark," Lex gasped as he sat back on the couch, his arms behind him, bracing him up, his legs still held immobile by Clark's hands.  " I never … I didn't think … you …"

Lex's stammering and his uncertainty warmed Clark's heart.  He found the sight of Lex so off balance completely intoxicating and he couldn't help but want to see more.  Using his super-speed carefully, Clark let go of Lex's legs and, with both hands, reached out and pushed on Lex's shoulders.  At the unexpected movement Lex lost his balance literally as well as figuratively.  He toppled over and Clark immediately covered him.  He let his considerable weight press Lex's wiry body down into the cushions.

"You didn't think I wanted you?" Clark smiled down into the startled blue-gray eyes.  "How could you even think that, Lex?"  Clark gave in to the temptation and stroked his palm over the smooth skin of Lex's scalp.  "I've been throwing myself at you for over a year now.  Coming to you, needing your help for the stupidest reasons.  I even asked your advice on Lana and Chloe hoping to make you jealous.  But …"  Clark frowned.  "Every time I got close, you put your guard up and pushed me away.  Why, Lex?"  Clark waited but Lex remained silent.  "I know you want me.  Don't even bother trying to deny it.  Your little movie made things pretty clear."

"I …" Lex closed his eyes and his voice faded away.

"Please, tell me."

"If we ever …" Lex opened his eyes and Clark nearly cried out at the desolation reflected in them.  "I'd end up despising you for it -- for loving me -- and I don't want that."  Lex's eyes moved over Clark's features in a caress so intense that Clark actually felt his skin prickle in response.  "I want your friendship more."

Clark nodded in understanding.  He'd been trying to figure Lex out for what seemed like a lifetime, to no avail.  Lex was probably the only living thing on Earth with more secrets than Clark, and he guarded them well.  If not for that disgusting movie …

"I'm willing to bet that you'll never hate me or get bored with me."  Clark lowered his head. "You're worth the risk," Clark whispered against Lex's lips.  "And besides," he continued as he began to nuzzle the tip of his nose against the silken flesh of Lex's face.  "I won't ever let you pull away from me again."

Lex's moan was cut off as Clark claimed his lips. 

This time Lex kissed him back and it was all that Clark had ever imagined.  No, it was more than he had ever dreamed it could be.  Lex's lips, those lips that had haunted him, drawn him, now claimed him. 

Clark had kissed and been kissed before.  Tina's kiss had left him cold.  Chloe's kiss had left him with a vaguely pleasant sensation.  Lana's kiss had left him with the knowledge that he definitely craved something different.  But Lex's kiss made his blood burn.  Lex's kiss made his heart pound.  Lex's kiss made his groin ache with need.

Clark shifted his body so that he straddled the man pinned beneath him.  He pressed his hips downward, grinding his pelvis against Lex's.  Clark shivered as Lex's arms wrapped around him, slipped beneath his Carhartt jacket, caressed him, and urged him on.

With greedy fingers, Clark began to pull at Lex's shirt, needing it off, needing to feel Lex's skin, needing to --

"Fuck me, Clark," Lex whispered as he arched beneath Clark, offering himself up.

A bucket of ice water couldn't have brought Clark to a stop any quicker than those three pleading words.  Clark felt desire wane away, replaced by guilt and self-recrimination.  He had been so seduced by the feeling of Lex's warm, responsive body that he had completely forgotten about the wounded and paranoid soul it housed.

He had always known that Lex thought of himself as a freak. It was there in the little things he said, the subtle nuances that colored everything Lex did.  It was the thing that had first drawn Clark -- a feeling of fellowship, one freak to another.  But until he had heard the dialog in Lex's movie, Clark hadn't understood the depths of Lex's self-loathing.  Lex saw himself as not only a worthless freak, but as an abomination.  Someone that deserved -- no, craved -- abuse.  Someone not worthy of love.

Pity filled Clark, followed once again by white-hot rage against Lex's father.  He pressed his face into the hollow of Lex's chest and fought for control.  Lex, apparently sensing the change and not pleased by it, shimmied his body and slid his hands up under Clark's T-shirt.  Clark felt the expert fingers seek, and then find his nipples.  A tweak, a gentle pinch, and then a roll caused Clark to nearly lose his noble intentions. 

"Stop," he groaned as he captured the seducing hands and pulled them away.  "We have to talk first."

"Talk?" Lex asked in disbelief.

Clark nodded.  "I'm not going to … to fuck you, Lex," Clark said, his distaste for the vulgar word obvious from his tone.  "And you're not going to fuck me."  Clark made sure he had Lex's complete attention as he continued.  "We're going to make love."  Lex's cringe was slight, but Clark noticed it.  "Yes.  Love, Lex.  L - O - V - E.  Love.  Do you understand?"

Lex rolled his eyes slightly and nodded.

"Good, because I love you.  Do you believe me?"  And again Lex nodded, but a shadow moved across his face and Clark thought he caught an odd glimmer in the blue-gray eyes.  "You are worthy of love.  You're beautiful." Lex's jaw tightened.  "You're smart, and sexy, and fun, and anyone would be lucky have you for a friend, a lover, or a … son."  Lex's eyes darkened and his lips thinned.  "Do you believe me?"

Lex hesitated, then gave Clark a tight little nod in response.

"Tell me," Clark demanded.  "Speak the words."

"Yes, I believe everything you've just said." Lex's eyes were wide with honesty as he spoke and his tone was convincing.  It was the same tone of voice Clark had heard him use a thousand times before.  It was how Lex spoke when he was trying to bend people to his will, trying to convince them of something.  "Now, can we get on with this?"  Lex asked.  He didn't wait for an answer, instead he reached out and undid in the button that fastened Clark's Levi's.

Clark caught hold of Lex's wrists and, leaning forward, pressed them down on either side of Lex's skull.  "You lie like a dog, Lex," he said with a smile as he pressed a quick kiss to Lex's frowning lips.  "Repeat after me.  I, Alexander Joseph Luthor, am worthy of love."

Lex turned his head away. "Get off me," he ordered angrily.

"No way," Clark said.  He wasn't discouraged -- he was determined.  "Like I told you, I'm never letting you pull away from me again."  Clark leaned down and used his tongue on the exposed and vulnerable ear that Lex presented to him.  Lex gasped and turned his head so swiftly that their lips met, making Clark smile broadly.  "Your ears are ticklish too?"  Lex's narrowed eyes that promised retribution confirmed it.  "How about your … ribs?" 

Lex stiffened and he struggled, but was powerless to stop Clark from rearranging his wrists.  Clark shifted them so that he could hold them both captive in one hand.  With the other, Clark poked at Lex's side, just a few inches below the armpit.  The only response he got from Lex was a smug look.  So Clark directed his fingers lower, jabbing and poking at various spots until he felt a twitch.

"Ah-ha!" Clark cried in triumph as Lex began to squirm in earnest.

"Damn it!  Stop!" Lex shouted through gritted teeth, his face tight with anger.

Clark paused his assault and studied his love's closed face.  "Most people laugh when they're tickled," he noted somberly.

"I am not most people," Lex said, his voice cold and dripping with scorn.

"No.  You're right.  You're not most people.  You're mine, the man I love.  I want you to love yourself as much as I love you and to laugh when I tickle you."

Lex softened.  His body relaxed.  The tight line of his mouth eased.  The hard look about his eyes melted.

"I can't," he confessed sadly.  "I hate to lose control."

"Trust me, Lex, and I'll teach you."

For the next two hours Clark did nothing more than kiss and cuddle, stroke and soothe, praise and pet, tickle and tease.  He told Lex how wonderful he was, how perfect, how beautiful, how desirable.  Whenever he felt Lex stiffen in self-denial, or grow cold, or lie, or try to seduce him into giving up, Clark would draw him nearer, stare down into his eyes and repeat the endearments until he was satisfied that Lex believed them.

And eventually Lex did believe and he did learn to laugh. 

It started as a little giggle, a tiny catch in his throat and ended as great, uncontrollable, uninhibited, open-mouthed guffaw that expelled the darkness that had filled him for so long.

"I love you," Clark said through tears of joy.

"Good."  Lex smirked from where he lay, sprawled atop Clark.  "Can we do it now?" he smirked.  "I'm horny as Hell."

It was Clark's turn to laugh.  "Okay, okay, but how about a bed?  This couch isn't quite big enough to …"

"Come." Lex wiggled off Clark, stood, and held out his hand.  "As a matter of fact, I have a very large bed and oddly enough, I've always pictured you in it."

"Always?" Clark teased.

"Ever since the day we met," Lex said seriously.

They walked the rest of the way in silence; the only communication between them was the gentle squeezes of their entwined hands. 

~*~

Lex undressed Clark first.  He went slowly, taking his time with each button, drawing the disrobing out as long as possible.  Vindictively, he was careful not to touch Clark's glowing skin as he removed the cotton and flannel.  Lex had suffered the agony of unsatisfied lust these last hours too much to not want to get a little of his own back.  Clark fidgeted impatiently beneath his hands, delighting Lex. 

Finished with his task, Lex stepped back to get a good look at Clark in all his naked glory.  The young man was beautiful.  Tall and well built, perfectly proportioned.  His flawless skin was slightly flushed, whether from embarrassment or arousal, Lex wasn't completely sure.  His eyes dipped then lingered on Clark's genitals where a semi-hard penis nestled amidst the dark curls.

"I guess you'll do," Lex said with a smirk.

It must have been the teasing, satisfied, glimmer in Lex's eyes that did it -- that finally caused Clark to lose his control.  One moment they were standing several feet apart and the next Clark was right in front of him.  Lex felt his clothes being pulled off faster than he would have believed possible.  Then he was scooped up, tossed onto the bed, and pounced on.  

Clark straddled him, preventing any attempt at escape he might try to make.  He felt Clark nibbling at his ears and, at the same time, tickling his sensitive ribs.

Lex howled with love and laughter. 

He twisted this way and that, his body jerking and bucking as Clark unerringly found all his most ticklish places.  But Lex was a Luthor, he had been raised to think strategy above all else, and he was up to this challenge -- literally. 

As Clark tickled, Lex slyly began to use his body to get what he wanted.  He thrashed between Clark's imprisoning thighs, deliberately brushing his belly against the soft hair that dusted Clark's upper thighs.  Lex arched upward and pressed his erection against Clark's downy groin.  When his jutting cock made contact with its own kind, Lex hid his satisfaction.

Clark was so intent on his attack that Lex was able to slip a hand down between their bodies.  As long as he lived Lex knew he would cherish the look of pained wonder on Clark's face when he felt Lex take hold of his cock.

Clark froze above him.  The wide, mischievous smile faded from Clark's face to be replaced by a look that was an arresting mixture of shock, embarrassment, and lust.  As Lex felt Clark's tormenting hands still, he began to move his own.  With one hand he gently pumped the velvety skin that encased Clark's rapidly growing erection -- just once, no more.

With his other hand Lex skimmed over Clark's chest, lightly touching the teen's nipple.  He pinched it gently.  Clark licked his lips, whimpered softly, and moved his hips, wordlessly asking for attention.

As if cocking a shotgun, Lex pumped again -- down and up.  He smirked up into Clark's darkening eyes as he felt Clark's circumference and hardness increase beneath his grip.  He pumped again and it swelled even more.

"Lex," Clark groaned just before he lowered his head and claimed Lex's mouth.

Lex had been kissed by experts -- professionals in the art of sexual intercourse -- but he had never been kissed like this before.  He had never felt like this before.  As Clark lips moved gently over his, Lex felt loved and he reveled in it!  Clark smelled of the fresh earth after a spring shower and his kiss tasted of raindrops.  Lex felt clean and, for the first time in his life, worshiped, adored, and worthy.  And like a schoolboy in his first torrid embrace, Lex felt the humiliating sensation of a premature ejaculation.

"Fuck!" he hissed as he tried to pull away.  "Shit, I'm sorry, Clark.  I've never done that before.  I can't believe I --"

"Never?" Clark asked as he braced himself up on his arms so he could look down into Lex's face.

"No.  I … and don't look so smug," Lex grouched.

"Then I guess, in a way, I'm your first too."

Lex looked up into Clark's aqua eyes and knew he was in love -- the head-over-heels, happily-ever-after kind of love.  "Yes," he agreed.  "You're my first."

"And I'll be your last," Clark growled softly as he held Lex's eyes.

Lex felt Clark's hand moving across his belly, smearing through his spent juice, swabbing it up.  Clark coated his own engorged cock with it as his eyes asked permission.  In answer, Lex lifted his legs, took hold of his own knees, and spread himself in welcome.

Clark lowered his hips and entered slowly, carefully, gently, until their bodies were locked as tightly as their eyes, entwined as tightly as their souls.


~*~


"Touch me," Lex ordered the next morning. 

He still couldn't believe all that had happened since the moment Clark walked into the television room.  The scientist in him wanted to make sure, to be absolutely certain, that Clark's touch would still be as intoxicating as it had been throughout the long hours of the night. 

"Um, I kinda' already am," Clark said groggily.  He flexed the arms that were wrapped around Lex as they lay face-to-face, pressed tightly together.  Clark shifted and slid one of his legs over Lex's.

"No, I mean with your hands."

"'Kay, but then will you promise you'll let me sleep?" 

"Promise."  Lex smiled gently.  He'd always thought that teenage boys were nearly inexhaustible, but Clark's fatigue was so obvious, it was almost painful to see.  It was also very interesting.  Lex made a mental note to add it to the list of other very interesting questions he had about Clark Kent.  Questions that he was determined to --

Lex shivered and lost his train of thought when Clark untangled one arm and stroked his hand down his side. Clark's hand slid over his ribs, down into the dip of his waist, and across his flanks.

"That's good enough," Lex said, very pleased and more than a little aroused by the gentle touch.  "You can rest now, love."

"Um," Clark muttered.  "See, I told ya' that you'd never get bored by me."  He pulled Lex close again.

Lex nuzzled his face into the hollow beneath Clark's jaw for a moment before pulling abruptly away.

"Clark?"

"Lex, you promised," Clark whined.

"Yes, I know, but I just thought of something else."

Clark groaned.

"You seemed very experienced, very knowledgeable.  I thought I was your first.  Should I be jealous?"

Clark snorted and tried to draw Lex back.  Lex had other ideas and wiggled further away.  "Come back here," Clark growled as he began reaching for Lex.

"Not until you spill."

"Okay, okay.  You had your movies to help you deal with your issues and I had … something else."

Lex lifted his brows in wonder.  "Go on."

Clark scowled at him.  "If I tell you then will you lie down and go to sleep?" Lex nodded.  "I found this site on the Internet, a sort of library.  There were stories -- "

"Porn?" Lex asked in disbelief.

"No, not porn" Clark said in quick denial.  "Slash -- you know, erotica between two men." 

Lex smirked. 

"It's not porn!" Clark said in huff as he flopped back down and shut his eyes.

Lex adored the sulky pout that looked so utterly sexy on Clark's ridiculously, outrageously, beautiful face.

"Clark? … Will you demonstrate what they did in your favorite sto -- oomph!"  The air was knocked out of Lex's lungs as he was suddenly grabbed and pressed downward. 

"One partner kissed the other into silence," Clark growled softly as he began to do just that.

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Challenge:   Clark walks in on Lex, who's watching porn. The star has a remarkable resemblance to our favorite farmboy. (Lady Angel)