Fandom: Smallville
Rating: NC-17
Notes: This story was inspired by
this very gorgeous Lex fantasy manipulation by nowhereband. I dedicate this to
them. Thanks to Lola
for doing a very fast beta. All remaining errors are mind and I probably should not post this just an hour after I wrote it because I will
most likely regret it. (sorry for any missing commas)
Feedback: Yes please, that would be very nice.
Disclaimer: DC Comics, Warner Brothers, Tollin/Robbins and Millar/Gough Ink own Smallville and its characters. I am just playing.
Summary: Lex needed.
It had been six week. Six long weeks of cold empty nights, and Lex thought for sure he was going to snap. Today was no different. He'd been in meetings since seven AM, and he was going to collapse from the sheer exhaustion he was feeling due to lack of sleep. Because when Clark went away for long periods of time, Lex never slept well.
Lex had rushed out early this morning, eyes barely open. Now it was noon and he needed a break. He needed to recharge, so he was hiding out in his office, with orders that he not be disturbed no matter who called. Unless it was Clark, Lex didn't want to talk to anybody.
He lowered himself into his plush office swivel chair, gripping handfuls of overstuffed leather armrests. This was the chair that Clark had chastised him for buying, because Clark had insisted that nobody should ever spend that much money on something they just sat in. Lex had argued that his ass needed the extra cushion. That conversation had led to some rather amazing sex. It had been right here in this office.
Lex slit his eyes open, and looked over at the leather sofa. He grinned sleepily as he recalled all the times Clark had come to lunch and lunch had turned into passion. Sometimes it was a fast fuck, other times it was slow and Clark took his time, removing Lex's crisp white shirt and unsnapping Lex's trousers and sliding them off, Clark's strong hands cupping Lex's clenched ass cheeks. The thought was making Lex hard. Absently he slid his hand from the armrest and grasped his growing erection through his pants.
Other times Clark would just lock the door behind him and fall to his knees in front of Lex. Lex's cock was out and buried deep in Clark's throat before Lex knew what hit him. Every one of those office fantasies that Clark made into reality played out in Lex's head as he fondled his cock through the soft fabric of his pants. His hand slid over his bulging head, squeezing hard. Lex shivered at the feel of his balls tightening.
The phone rang, shattering his reverie. Lex cursed softly but straightened his chair and answered his cell phone.
It was his assistant, Brad, letting him know that it was already time for Lex's next meeting. How had he lost one hour?
After informing Brad that he was on the way, Lex resisted the urge to throw his cell phone across the room and stood. He was still half hard from the fantasy.
Lex almost growled at his assistant's bad timing. He couldn't take care of this now. He needed to get to this meeting. Why hadn't Lex just scheduled a jerk off session? It made perfect sense – meeting at eleven, lunch at noon, jerk off at twelve-thirty, meeting at two. He cursed and vowed to return to this fantasy as soon as was humanly possible.
Lex went to the adjoining private bathroom and stared at his reflection. His mind was still lost in the fog of that fantasy world where Clark was going to burst into the room any second and get down on his knees and offer to take care of Lex's problem.
Of course that thought only made Lex harder and he groaned, reaching down with one hand to squeeze his cock. His mouth was dry and he stole a glance at his reflection. Lex reached out and placed his hand on the wall, to steady himself. This wouldn't take long. He could do it. The meeting could wait. Lex was going to explode if he didn't come right this second. He needed to come.
He looked down, feeling foolish that he was staring at himself in the mirror while holding his cock. His balls tightened at the thought and that was fucking hot and he was going to make Clark do this the very next time Clark was home. He was going to make Clark jerk off in front of a mirror. Lex swayed on his feet, glad to have the wall for support.
He imagined that Clark stood behind him, watching just out of sight. He squeezed harder. At this rate Lex was going to come even before he got his pants off.
He fumbled one-handed with the belt-buckle, but managed to get it unfastened. Frantic to get to his throbbing cock, Lex yanked at the button, muttering a curse at how complex a fastening system these pants had. They must have been meant to thwart him when he desperately needed them off.
When he finally got his pants undone, he only bothered to tug them down far enough so he could shove his hand down the white briefs he'd worn. He signed with relief and yanked his hard cock out, pushing at the briefs enough so that the cool air of the room could kiss his hot skin. Lex gripped his cock tightly and spared one glance in the mirror before he started jerking, hard. He imagined that Clark was watching and his cock pumped in his hand. He stroked from the root to the already damp head, and slid his thumb across the slit.
Lex stared down at his own hand then closed his eyes. He jerked his length faster and faster. He bit down on his bottom lip and stifled a cry as the familiar tightness signalled his oncoming climax. Lex quickened the pace, his thumb brushed over the wet slit every time his fist reached the head.
His mouth fell open when he finally came. His throat was completely dry as his cock jerked in his hand with each pulse. Eye opened wide and he watched his reflection as he came all over his hand. He leaned into his arm, and rode out the most glorious climax he'd ever experienced.
Immediately after he cleaned up, Lex was going to call Clark and order him to come home. Six weeks away was long enough.