Clex Fanfic: Convalescence (NC-17), Chapter 2
Title: Convalescence
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Clex
Rating: NC-17, this chapter PG-13
Warnings: M/M Sexual situations (Slash)
Timeline: Season 5-ish
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: When Clark falls ill after uncovering loads kryptonite at the Kent Farm, Lex welcomes him to the Mansion to, um… recuperate. *wink-wink* ;-)
Feedback: …Always. :-)
Based on an awesome prompt by phillydragonldy in the 2016 svsunkenships challenge. Be sure to check out the other amazing works on the Com!
Read previous chapter here.
Chapter 2
The sound of running water filtered through from the bathroom, accompanied by the fragrant smell of bubbles.
Clark swung his legs to the side of the bed and lowered them to the floor, then attempted to rise to his feet. Once again, Lex had been right. His knees shook with the effort, and his head began to swim at the mild exertion, but he was determined not to crumble and sink back into bed. He clung to the bedframe, breathing heavily.
“You should have waited for me, Clark,” Lex admonished as he returned. “I told you, walking would be a struggle at first.”
Clark smiled weakly. “I had to try.”
“Trying to do too much on your own is what got you into this mess. Here…” Lex took one of Clark’s arms and wrapped it around his shoulder, then put his own arm around Clark’s waist. “…now, take one step at a time. No need to rush, I’ve got you.”
Clark swallowed and took a few tentative steps. He was still weak at the knees, though he wasn’t sure how much of that was down to his recent inactivity, or the presence of solid muscle pressed up against his entire right side. He could feel the warmth of Lex’s body through his clothing, and his own state of undress - naked except for his cotton boxers - made him feel all the more exposed.
A gnawing ache began to settle in his lower belly, accompanied by a sudden heaviness in his groin. Clark licked his suddenly dry lips and focused on putting one foot in front of the other.
“I should be okay now,” he managed as he approached the toilet. “Thanks for helping me over.”
“You’re welcome. Just shout if you need anything; I’ll be here.” Lex left and closed the door behind him.
Clark released a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. Now that Lex was no longer beside him, he could begin to think straight without the distraction of the proximity of his warm body. He needed to get better, and fast, so that he could return to the farm and conceal any and all evidence of his alien background. Lex had already expressed an interest in helping out with the storm cellar; there was already a strong chance that he’d already sent people over there to poke around and see what they could find.
Clark bit his lip in worry. He could only hope that Chloe had found a way to remove anything incriminating before she’d left town.
After using the facilities, he walked unsteadily over to the bath and got in. He sighed as the pleasantly heated water surrounded and soothed his skin, loosening up his tired, unused muscles.
A sudden wave of queasiness rose up in him again, causing him to groan. Seconds later, the door opened and Lex poked his head in.
“Clark, are you alright?”
He took a deep breath. “Sorta; just felt a little bit weird for a sec there.”
“I’ll turn the extractor on,” he offered. “It’s all this steam, making you lightheaded.”
Lex leaned over the bath and flicked the switch of the wall. A mild humming sound filled the air, and the steam slowly began to dissipate.
“You should feel better soon,” he encouraged. Clark watched, his brows rising as Lex soaked a sponge with shower gel and sat on the edge of the bath.
“Lex, what are you doing?” he asked nervously.
Lex chuckled. “Just giving you a helping hand here. Can’t have you drowning in a bath on my watch.”
His eyes widened. “But -”
“Don’t worry; I won’t touch anything I shouldn’t.” He dipped the sponge in the warm water and passed it over Clark’s shoulders and around the back of his neck.
Lex was giving him a bath.
Clark swallowed and sat still as Lex washed his arms and back. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in a bath in the presence of another person, let alone another person who was actually touching him, bathing him. Steam rose from the fragrant water, which Clark could swear was actually getting hotter.
What was it about Lex that had him literally letting off steam?
He managed maintain an even breathing pattern as Lex bathed him, his hands reaching down his back and around to his chest. Clark felt himself beginning to harden, most inexplicably. It was just the sensation of being touched, he thought; it had absolutely nothing to do with the person doing the touching. Lex would be freaked out and disgusted if he knew Clark was getting off on this. Fortunately, the evidence of his desire was well concealed by the lush bubbles.
Lex’s hand moved the sponge up and down, dipping slightly below the water as he passed it over Clark’s belly.
And then it happened.
Clark’s erection bobbed, brushing the back of Lex’s hand.
Clark’s breath hitched, and he thought he heard Lex inhale a tad sharply. It had been a very brief, fleeting touch, gone almost as soon as it happened… but it had happened. And Lex definitely had to have felt that.
“All done,” Lex announced, handing him the sponge. “Anything below the waterline is your responsibility.”
Clark smiled weakly. “Thanks.” That was a relief; it would have been pretty difficult to explain the throbbing erection currently hidden beneath the bubbles. And hopefully, Lex would have thought any hardness his hand had accidentally made contact with had been the side of his submerged knee. Either way, Lex was surely regretting his decision to allow him to recuperate here at the mansion, and he was definitely going to leave the bathroom this very second.
But instead of leaving, Lex reached for the bottle of shampoo and pumped a generous quantity of gel into his hand. And since Lex didn’t have any hair…
“Lex, you really don’t need to do this,” Clark protested as he felt warm, moistened fingers burrow into his hair.
Lex waved away his protests. “Indulge me. Please. I haven’t had the opportunity to do this since I was ten years old.”
When he’d lost his hair in the meteor shower. A frisson of guilt passed through Clark, and he nodded, silently offering his assent.
Lex’s hands were sure and soft, his touch gentle and nurturing. The repetitive, back-and-forth rhythm of his fingers was almost hypnotic, and it was impossible not to relax and enjoy the feeling of being pampered. Clark let out a sigh and closed his eyes. Lex’s scent and nearness invaded his senses, making him feel strangely warm and content. It was an intimate moment which Clark both welcomed and shied away from at the same time, but mostly welcomed.
Lex rinsed out the shampoo, then began to finger-comb conditioner into his tresses.
“For obvious reasons, I don’t own a comb,” he said with dry amusement. “I’m afraid my hands will have to do.”
“Your hands are fine,” Clark replied, his voice lower than its usual register. Even if Lex did have a comb somewhere in the mansion, Clark wouldn’t have swapped the feel of those fingers in his hair for anything else in the world.
But all good things had to come to an end at some time.
“Lean back,” Lex instructed, and used the handheld showerhead to rinse the conditioner out of his hair.
Clark opened his eyes and smiled. “You missed your calling, Lex; you’d have made a great stylist.”
Lex snorted and rubbed his smooth head. “Oh, the irony.”
“Seriously, you were good.”
“Not good enough to get you to tell me all your secrets,” he replied with a slyly arched brow. “That’s what they say about the best stylists and bartenders, right?”
Clark swallowed. “Yes, well… thank you for looking after me. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome.” Lex stood, but turned and headed straight for the bathroom door. “I’ll get breakfast ready for you. Nothing oily; we don’t want you heaving up your guts again.”
He left, closing the door softly behind him. Clark exhaled loudly and lay back in the warm water, his mind and body a languid jumble of emotions he just wasn’t ready to acknowledge or even begin to untangle.
His hand crept between his legs and encircled his turgid shaft. Slowly he slid his fisted hand up and down his cock, his strokes increasing in speed as he imagined a different hand in its place, and the heavy-lidded gaze of cool grey eyes. He stroked harder and faster, feeding the fantasy until he exploded in ecstasy, his nerves buzzing as his orgasm surged through him. Clark gritted his teeth and rode it out, his breathing evening out as the pleasure gradually receded.
He’d never come so hard in his life. But then, he’d never had Lex give him a bath and wash his hair before. Reacting that way to a man’s touch was strange, but it had given him a buzz, the likes of which he’d never felt before. It was unnerving, and if he were going to be honest, irresistible.
Clark exhaled loudly and closed his eyes. The next few days here at Chez Luthor were going to be… interesting, to say the least.
***
Chapter 3…
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Clex
Rating: NC-17, this chapter PG-13
Warnings: M/M Sexual situations (Slash)
Timeline: Season 5-ish
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: When Clark falls ill after uncovering loads kryptonite at the Kent Farm, Lex welcomes him to the Mansion to, um… recuperate. *wink-wink* ;-)
Feedback: …Always. :-)
Based on an awesome prompt by phillydragonldy in the 2016 svsunkenships challenge. Be sure to check out the other amazing works on the Com!
Read previous chapter here.
Chapter 2
The sound of running water filtered through from the bathroom, accompanied by the fragrant smell of bubbles.
Clark swung his legs to the side of the bed and lowered them to the floor, then attempted to rise to his feet. Once again, Lex had been right. His knees shook with the effort, and his head began to swim at the mild exertion, but he was determined not to crumble and sink back into bed. He clung to the bedframe, breathing heavily.
“You should have waited for me, Clark,” Lex admonished as he returned. “I told you, walking would be a struggle at first.”
Clark smiled weakly. “I had to try.”
“Trying to do too much on your own is what got you into this mess. Here…” Lex took one of Clark’s arms and wrapped it around his shoulder, then put his own arm around Clark’s waist. “…now, take one step at a time. No need to rush, I’ve got you.”
Clark swallowed and took a few tentative steps. He was still weak at the knees, though he wasn’t sure how much of that was down to his recent inactivity, or the presence of solid muscle pressed up against his entire right side. He could feel the warmth of Lex’s body through his clothing, and his own state of undress - naked except for his cotton boxers - made him feel all the more exposed.
A gnawing ache began to settle in his lower belly, accompanied by a sudden heaviness in his groin. Clark licked his suddenly dry lips and focused on putting one foot in front of the other.
“I should be okay now,” he managed as he approached the toilet. “Thanks for helping me over.”
“You’re welcome. Just shout if you need anything; I’ll be here.” Lex left and closed the door behind him.
Clark released a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. Now that Lex was no longer beside him, he could begin to think straight without the distraction of the proximity of his warm body. He needed to get better, and fast, so that he could return to the farm and conceal any and all evidence of his alien background. Lex had already expressed an interest in helping out with the storm cellar; there was already a strong chance that he’d already sent people over there to poke around and see what they could find.
Clark bit his lip in worry. He could only hope that Chloe had found a way to remove anything incriminating before she’d left town.
After using the facilities, he walked unsteadily over to the bath and got in. He sighed as the pleasantly heated water surrounded and soothed his skin, loosening up his tired, unused muscles.
A sudden wave of queasiness rose up in him again, causing him to groan. Seconds later, the door opened and Lex poked his head in.
“Clark, are you alright?”
He took a deep breath. “Sorta; just felt a little bit weird for a sec there.”
“I’ll turn the extractor on,” he offered. “It’s all this steam, making you lightheaded.”
Lex leaned over the bath and flicked the switch of the wall. A mild humming sound filled the air, and the steam slowly began to dissipate.
“You should feel better soon,” he encouraged. Clark watched, his brows rising as Lex soaked a sponge with shower gel and sat on the edge of the bath.
“Lex, what are you doing?” he asked nervously.
Lex chuckled. “Just giving you a helping hand here. Can’t have you drowning in a bath on my watch.”
His eyes widened. “But -”
“Don’t worry; I won’t touch anything I shouldn’t.” He dipped the sponge in the warm water and passed it over Clark’s shoulders and around the back of his neck.
Lex was giving him a bath.
Clark swallowed and sat still as Lex washed his arms and back. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in a bath in the presence of another person, let alone another person who was actually touching him, bathing him. Steam rose from the fragrant water, which Clark could swear was actually getting hotter.
What was it about Lex that had him literally letting off steam?
He managed maintain an even breathing pattern as Lex bathed him, his hands reaching down his back and around to his chest. Clark felt himself beginning to harden, most inexplicably. It was just the sensation of being touched, he thought; it had absolutely nothing to do with the person doing the touching. Lex would be freaked out and disgusted if he knew Clark was getting off on this. Fortunately, the evidence of his desire was well concealed by the lush bubbles.
Lex’s hand moved the sponge up and down, dipping slightly below the water as he passed it over Clark’s belly.
And then it happened.
Clark’s erection bobbed, brushing the back of Lex’s hand.
Clark’s breath hitched, and he thought he heard Lex inhale a tad sharply. It had been a very brief, fleeting touch, gone almost as soon as it happened… but it had happened. And Lex definitely had to have felt that.
“All done,” Lex announced, handing him the sponge. “Anything below the waterline is your responsibility.”
Clark smiled weakly. “Thanks.” That was a relief; it would have been pretty difficult to explain the throbbing erection currently hidden beneath the bubbles. And hopefully, Lex would have thought any hardness his hand had accidentally made contact with had been the side of his submerged knee. Either way, Lex was surely regretting his decision to allow him to recuperate here at the mansion, and he was definitely going to leave the bathroom this very second.
But instead of leaving, Lex reached for the bottle of shampoo and pumped a generous quantity of gel into his hand. And since Lex didn’t have any hair…
“Lex, you really don’t need to do this,” Clark protested as he felt warm, moistened fingers burrow into his hair.
Lex waved away his protests. “Indulge me. Please. I haven’t had the opportunity to do this since I was ten years old.”
When he’d lost his hair in the meteor shower. A frisson of guilt passed through Clark, and he nodded, silently offering his assent.
Lex’s hands were sure and soft, his touch gentle and nurturing. The repetitive, back-and-forth rhythm of his fingers was almost hypnotic, and it was impossible not to relax and enjoy the feeling of being pampered. Clark let out a sigh and closed his eyes. Lex’s scent and nearness invaded his senses, making him feel strangely warm and content. It was an intimate moment which Clark both welcomed and shied away from at the same time, but mostly welcomed.
Lex rinsed out the shampoo, then began to finger-comb conditioner into his tresses.
“For obvious reasons, I don’t own a comb,” he said with dry amusement. “I’m afraid my hands will have to do.”
“Your hands are fine,” Clark replied, his voice lower than its usual register. Even if Lex did have a comb somewhere in the mansion, Clark wouldn’t have swapped the feel of those fingers in his hair for anything else in the world.
But all good things had to come to an end at some time.
“Lean back,” Lex instructed, and used the handheld showerhead to rinse the conditioner out of his hair.
Clark opened his eyes and smiled. “You missed your calling, Lex; you’d have made a great stylist.”
Lex snorted and rubbed his smooth head. “Oh, the irony.”
“Seriously, you were good.”
“Not good enough to get you to tell me all your secrets,” he replied with a slyly arched brow. “That’s what they say about the best stylists and bartenders, right?”
Clark swallowed. “Yes, well… thank you for looking after me. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome.” Lex stood, but turned and headed straight for the bathroom door. “I’ll get breakfast ready for you. Nothing oily; we don’t want you heaving up your guts again.”
He left, closing the door softly behind him. Clark exhaled loudly and lay back in the warm water, his mind and body a languid jumble of emotions he just wasn’t ready to acknowledge or even begin to untangle.
His hand crept between his legs and encircled his turgid shaft. Slowly he slid his fisted hand up and down his cock, his strokes increasing in speed as he imagined a different hand in its place, and the heavy-lidded gaze of cool grey eyes. He stroked harder and faster, feeding the fantasy until he exploded in ecstasy, his nerves buzzing as his orgasm surged through him. Clark gritted his teeth and rode it out, his breathing evening out as the pleasure gradually receded.
He’d never come so hard in his life. But then, he’d never had Lex give him a bath and wash his hair before. Reacting that way to a man’s touch was strange, but it had given him a buzz, the likes of which he’d never felt before. It was unnerving, and if he were going to be honest, irresistible.
Clark exhaled loudly and closed his eyes. The next few days here at Chez Luthor were going to be… interesting, to say the least.
***
Chapter 3…