Pairing: Clark/Lex
Genre: PWP
Rating: adult
Summary: Clark was bored.
Emotion: confidence
Notes: Written for the Blow it with feeling challenge. Thanks to my beta Alee. This is dedicated to Thamiris just because.
The first time Clark touched somebody in a sexual context he almost came on the spot. The second time he was hard for two hours afterwards. The third time . . . well, the third time was coloured with the haze of kryptonite-studded oblivion.
After he placed that ring on his finger, sex was nothing to him. Men and women meant nothing to him. He walked the streets with confidence, and took whomever he wanted. Now, himself once more and the sensual thrill of anticipation humming in his veins, the thought of being here with his best friend was so exhilarating.
Lex sat at his desk in the office of the new fifty story LexCorp building. The ribbon cutting ceremony had been the talk of the town all day. Clark turned the television sound down and smiled brightly. He knew what he wanted to give Lex to celebrate. He just wasn't sure Lex was in the mood for it.
"I don't care, dad, it's what everybody expected," Lex gritted his teeth, phone clenched in his hand.
Clark wanted to tell him it was time for them to go, that he was hungry, and that the restaurant wouldn't hold their table, but it seemed Lex was bent on having this conversation with Lionel right now. Exasperated, Clark sat back and sighed, glad he wasn't Lionel Luthor. When Lex finally did look up at him, Clark just smiled, and tried not to look too uncomfortable. He hated to be in the room when Lex talked to his father.
Instead of paying attention to the conversation, Clark decided to study the room. He hadn't really had a chance to get a good look at it. As his friend had informed him, the office was decorated almost identically to the office from the mansion, right down to the glass top desk that Lex currently sat behind. Clark studied the desk, and concentrated on his friend's legs. He x-rayed through the expensive trousers Lex wore until he could see the pale skin of the muscular legs they hid.
Clark switched back to normal vision before he lifted his head, avoiding an eye-full of something he shouldn't see; something that he wanted to see with his normal vision, no fabric blocking his view. Instead, he looked past Lex at the glass wall. The office was on the forty-first floor of the tower, and looked out at the Metropolis skyline. Lex had taken care to ensure that his father's Luthor Corp tower was visible from his office. He'd explained to Clark that if he kept it in view, he could keep his goal of one day toppling his father's empire in view. After seven years, Clark was tired of the Luthor rivalry. As far as Clark was concerned the night had already been ruined.
Clark turned his attention to much more pleasant thoughts. They had talked about a 'them', but so far nothing beyond heavy petting and kissing had occurred. For some reason, that Clark couldn't fathom, Lex was holding back. In fact, Lex had taken great care to ensure that things between them moved at an organised, orderly pace. Every date completely planned, and everything they did on those dates completely controlled. Lex had issued when it came to the people he became intimate with.
Clark had held back at first as well, but now he was ready to make a more serious commitment. He was ready to take things to the next level. He was ready for more. Of course, convincing Lex that moving forward was a good thing was the hard part.
Clark stood just as Lex told his father that Charlemagne had never been treated with such disrespect. He walked around the desk and stared out at the view. It really was a spectacular sight. At night, as it was now, the lights sparkled like a thousand twinkling stars. Clark knew it was just headlights, porch lights, and streetlights, but, nonetheless, he still found them to be almost awe-inspiring.
He stared out at the splendour as he absently sat against the edge of the desk, his leg brushing against Lex's arm, causing Lex to jerk at the sudden, unexpected contact. Clark looked down into the upturned face. Lex held the receiver loosely in his hand as he glared up at Clark. Mischievously Clark grinned down; the sudden idea of how to approach his situation hit him like an epiphany. Now was the time for action, when Lex was too preoccupied to object until it was far, far too late. Besides, he was hungry, and getting Lex off of the phone was becoming a top priority.
Lex went back to lecturing his father. Clark smiled and slid to his knees. As Clark hoped, Lex followed his movement. Lex arched a brow in question. The conversation faltered as Clark spun the swivel executive leather chair around until Lex faced Clark.
Lex scowled and shook his head. He tried to turn the chair around to face the desk but Clark wouldn't let him. He gripped both of Lex's knees and pushed them apart. Before Lex could close them like a prudish virgin, Clark wedged himself in, and leaned down to grip the belt. He glanced up to see that Lex had stopped talking. Clark smirked when he realized he'd rendered his friend speechless.
He went back to his task. The clink of the belt, as he unbuckled it, filled the room. Clark deftly unbuttoned the slacks and slowly tugged the zipper down. Already he could see that his actions were exciting Lex. He smiled as the bulge grew.
To Clark's surprise, Lex wore dark blue cotton boxers. Clark petted the burgeoning fabric, and tried not to smirk as Lex twitched in reaction to his careful caress. Clark folded the fabric of the pants open, and hooked the elastic waistband of the boxers with his thumbs. He glanced up one last time to see what Lex's reaction would be.
To his shock and amusement, Lex placed the phone to his ear, and continued his conversation.
Clark took this as a challenge.
He slowly tugged the fabric up and over the now hardened shaft. Clark wanted to take his time since this would be his first real look at Lex's cock. It was an impressive site; beautiful really, and Clark smiled as it slapped against Lex's belly. He examined the large mushroom shaped head, and the long perfectly formed length right down to the pale skin at the base. Clark's eyes widened when he realized Lex had no pubic hair.
When he looked up at Lex, he saw that his friend was watching him carefully. Every once-in-a-while Lex would grunt into the telephone. It was obvious his attention had shifted elsewhere. Clark tugged the boxers and pants farther down as Lex lifted his ass off the seat to accommodate him. With confidence, Clark bent down to lick a long stripe from the base to the silky tip. Lex shuddered under his tongue.
This was going to be a great night after all.
Clark trailed his tongue down the shaft, and pressed it against the prominent vein on the underside. He reached with one hand to grip the base and set his other hand on Lex's bare thigh. Now that he had a grip on it, Clark lifted the length to his open mouth. He paused long enough to stretch out the anticipation of what he was about to do. Above him, Lex grunted into the phone.
Clark wrapped his lips around his teeth, and sucked the head in. He immediately pressed his tongue to the top of the head, and revelled in the taste that burst across his tongue. He sucked on the head for a moment, and then took more of the turgid shaft in. Clark worked his tongue around the head and twirled it until he hit the slit. He pulled back just enough to plunge the tip of his tongue into the now leaking slit. The taste was unlike any other Clark had ever encountered.
Clark opened his mouth wider and sucked more of the pulsating shaft down his throat. He smiled around the cock when he heard the sharp intake of breath, and the clatter of the receiver hitting the ground.
Clark tilted his head, and opened his eyes to look up into Lex's stunned face. Clark would not soon forget that look. He sucked the shaft in deeper until the tip hit the back of his throat. Since Clark had no gag reflex, it was easy to deep-throat Lex. He pulled off, and then sucked the now glistening cock down again with a slurp. Lex pulsed in his mouth. Clark pulled back to catch the pre-come on the tip of his tongue. His head bobbed up and down as he quickened his pace.
Moments after that Lex moaned out loud, as his cock stiffened, and pulsed. Clark sucked harder on the head and was rewarded again with an exuberant shout as Lex shot down his throat. Not wanting a drop to escape, Clark drank it down hungrily. He continued to lick until the phallus was limp.
With smug satisfaction, Clark sat back on his heals, and smiled up at Lex.
"Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like that, Clark?" Lex said when he regained his composure.
Clark grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Wherever it was, you're the one who reaps the benefits."
The End