Author: Emmy
Title: Waking Up
Rating: NC17, semi non-con.
Pairing: Clark/Lex Clark/Whitney
Disclaimer: They're not mine and I make no profit from this.
Feedback: please, please, please.

Note:

1. Part of the ClexFest at: http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/ClexFest
2. This is my first fanfic, so be nice.

Summary & Challenge:

1. The fourth wave of the ClexFest, stories must to be NC17 rated, and they must to contain THREE separate sex scenes. You can incorporate plot in this monster if you want to, but ... you must write SMUT.

2.Remember the whole scarecrow thing from the pilot? Clark LIKED it. What, you may ask? Being semi-naked in front of a group of men? The humiliation? Lex finding him nearly naked in a corn field? Being restrained? Whatever... it's just been bothering him deep down and he has to confess to Lex, who of course, gets to "help". (Creed Cascade)
3. This is set sometime in the first season.

Beta: Edge - who I’d like to thank for helping me out at such short notice.

Clark uttered a low moan, almost a growl as he stumbled towards wakefulness. He didn’t want to be conscious yet. A heated throbbing between his legs brought to his attention that he hadn’t cum from his dream, which was about their only appeal anyway.

Beadily, he opened his eyes. In the very early hours it was shadowy and quiet a light shone on the homework that he’d given up on earlier. Unable to concentrate he had left the geography of third world countries for the lure of his diary and the dreams. His diary, his form of self-therapy that came from having secrets, too many never-to-be-told secrets. The whole Alien Thing would have been enough. Although really for an alien he looked way too human, he even had fingerprints and a prostate. But the dreams were something else, disturbing and way, way too embarrassing to ever tell anyone. So he had to keep them secret, totally secret.

The dreams had started after he was made the scarecrow. They were distressing and defiantly not normal. Dreams of being naked in front of people, in front of men, of being restrained and even more disturbing, dreams of being raped.

He wasn’t actually raped of course and secretly Clark doubted that he ever would have helped Whitney if he had been. No matter what responsibility he had because of his powers. But the fact that it could have happened scared him. He was powerless, unable to stop them, for what seemed like the first time ever. He felt totally powerless. But the unsettling thing was that the dreams aroused him, even to the point of becoming wet dreams. The last couple of dreams though had been about Lex saving him and then fucking him, which were better than the ones about Whitney at least. Actually, Clark thought to himself, the dreams about Lex were a hundred times better. Lex was a friend. He liked Lex. He didn’t like Whitney. And in the dreams, with Lex it didn’t always hurt. He had found himself daydreaming about Lex sometimes. How would his skin taste? Would it taste all the same? Would there be subtle differences? How would he feel? Hell, maybe I should thank Whitney, Clark thought, before I was so focussed on Lana that I assumed that I was totally straight. He signed and shifted to get in a better position before falling asleep again.

He can hear the rustling of corn and this place seems familiar, as does the numbing pain around his neck. There are hands, strong hands, holding tight enough to bruise

((too many,

why are there so many?

It feels like there are thousands gripping))

and he can’t make out their faces, it’s too dark despite the moon and the sickly green light. The hands let go and he is pushed down by a sudden weight across his back.

((naked

why am i))

and he is ashamed when he realises that he is naked in front of all these people, face in the dirt. Gasping for breath he raises up to his hands and knees and there are a pair of hands on his back, fingers scratching down from below his neck to the base of his butt. He can feel the eyes like chains and he can’t move. Not even when his cheeks are parted and the voice says, “you’re a slut Clark, naked, face down and legs spread. Lana’s too good for you.”

((Whitney

you striped me

and then painted an ‘S’ on me))

“‘S’ stands for Slut, Clark,” Whitney said, “because you are one, you’re not trying to get away.” And Clark wants to explain about the glowing green pain around his neck, but can’t.

Then Whitney

((no))

pushes something inside him, something round and long

((no no))

and it hurts, but he can’t move because of the eyes and the breathing. But inside he is trying to squirm away from the pain and he tenses.

A whisper accompanies a gentle touch of fingers to his asshole where they are joined, “yes oh yes, squeeze me ... yesss.”

And he jerks because for a second the voice doesn’t sound like Whitney. Then Clark’s own cock starts to fill, even though he can still feel the eyes on him. He moves back on the cock as it’s drawn out then pushed back in. A hand covers his penis and begins a slow caressing, squeezing movement. “Clark,” the voice from the man fucking him murmurs and the voice defiantly isn’t Whitney’s. It’s a soft voice filled with affection.

And the cock withdraws completely as Clark turns over to see Lex, shining like liquid moonlight. Lex’s eyes are dark with love and his hands run gently around his neck banishing the green pain. There is no one else here now and the corn is kindly hides them. Then Lex hooks Clark’s legs up over his shoulders and plungers his cock back in. Only this time it doesn’t hurt and Clark laughs joyfully. Lex touches the painted ‘S’ on Clark’s chest and says; “I don’t care if you’re a slut Clark, as long as you’re my slut.” Then they kiss and it’s perfect.

Then Clark woke up panting, feeling cum drying on his skin.

----

Clark was drunk. He hadn’t meant to tell Lex about the dreams. He hadn’t meant to kiss Lex either. But he was damn glad that he had. This wasn’t the first time he’d had alcohol, but he’d never had this much before. Never enough to effect his balance anyway. Lex had caught him though; just the thought of that made him feel tingly and warm. They had fallen at an angle, their lips pressed together. Tentatively they had traced each other’s lips. Lex had tasted of Scotch and Strawberries.

This sleepover was such a good idea. Thank-god his parents were away. The alcohol helped him to gather his courage and just tell Lex how he felt; to tell Lex that he liked him-liked him. He had never thought that he’d want to tell anyone about the dreams. But he was glad that he told Lex. It had helped. And Lex had told him that dreams were just the minds way of dealing with things, it didn’t mean that he actually wanted … that. Lex wanted to help and was very good at reassurance actually.

He wasn’t going to tell Lex about the alien thing yet. He had decided that it would be best to wait until he knew for sure just what he actually was. But he wasn’t going to deny that he had a secret if it came up, anymore. If Lex asked he’d say that when he could tell Lex, he would.

----

Clark had finished his chores early and was now free to be with Lex for the rest of the day. It had been just less than a year since the drunken sleepover and things were great. The dreams had almost stopped completely; talking to Lex had helped. Lex was his boyfriend he grinned mentally at the thought and he loved him.

He went up to Lex’s office and found him by the computer. Hoping that he wasn’t interrupting something important, he pulled Lex’s chair away from the side of the desk sat down on his lap and kissed him. He wriggled slightly feeling Lex’s erection against his ass. Their breath came faster and they thrust against each other harder. Then one of them ripped their mouth away momentarily and said in a ragged voice, “bed.” Clark thought that he might have said it, he was certainly thinking it, but he wasn’t totally sure.

They moved through the seemingly deserted halls to Lex’s room and tumbled to the large bed still kissing. Stopping to tear away clothing, they paused in their frantic activity to gaze at each other.

“You are so beautiful,” Lex said trailing his fingers over Clark’s muscled torso.

“So are you,” Clark shyly looked up through his fringe.

They moved together again but slower and gentler this time, still rocking against each other, sweat dripping, hands stroking but less frantic. Clark moved down to lick at Lex’s neck. He gently, carefully bit where the neck met the shoulder. Lex moaned and scratched his fingertips lightly down Clark’s back. Clark gasped and moved faster, thrusting his cock against Lex’s. Their pace grew faster and their moans louder, until they came almost at the same time. Clark closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of Lex. Laying his head on Lex’s chest he dosed off. Feeling safe from disturbing dreams, the scent of Lex would ground him.

----

Clark held on to Lex’s hips as his tongue slowly, carefully caressed his rigid cock. His mouth opened slightly as he kissed the head, then opened up more eyes falling shut, concentrating on the taste of Lex. Lex woke with a gasp and lay back, fingers twisting in the sheets. He groaned watching as Clark slowly slid down his erection until his reddened lips were pressed against the base. Lex gasped in ecstasy as Clark’s green eyes flew open, gazing at him with open love. Lex’s hands rose into Clark’s sweat-curled ebony hair and he began to pant as he sensed his climax approaching.

Suddenly Clark drew back letting the hard cock slip from his mouth and beamed at Lex stopping his protests before they were made. Clark leaned down and licked a line up the centre of Lex’s chest and whispered, “I’ve got something else in mind and I even lubricated myself already.”

Lex grabbed Clark and rolled over so that he was on top, their hard cocks rubbing together. Sweat dripping Lex shuddered and gazed into Clark’s eyes “ You’re sure that you want this?”

Clark flushed holding Lex’s gaze. “I’m ready for this,” he paused then added quietly, “and it was really hot, preparing myself for you.”

Lex smiled and pushed Clark’s knees up toward his chest, “I would have loved to watch though, I will next time then,” he smiled at Clark. He pushed two fingers in finding it stretched already. He lifted Clark’s legs onto his shoulder and with a final look of permission pushed in, held still for a moment, then started to slide his cock slowly in and out and watched as the beautiful man under him moved with ecstasy.

Clark groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head as Lex changed the angle of his thrusts and began pounding against his prostate. He held out for a couple of thrusts at the new angle before coming hard without a touch to his cock. He called out loudly as cum splattered against his chest.

Lex froze looking down at Clark as silky hot skin rhythmically caressed his cock. Clark opened sex-dazed eyes and Lex shuddered hard as his orgasm was pulled from him.

Lex smiled and leaned down for a kiss before saying, “Love you Clark, wonderful way to wake up.”