SV roadtrip fic and other babbling
Many, many thanks and lots of love to kormanfan for working her magic and showing me the light. Best. Beta. Ever. Soo, Further On is now finished in its entirety and ready for public consumption!
The sky is overcast and the clouds are thick and gradually thinning closer to the sun. It’s 5:25 in late afternoon but it looks like the last edges of dusk are settling in, even though it’s early.
Lex’s silver Porsche is parked at the Star-Mart gas station that connects to Taco-Hut, and birds are singing every once in a while along with the chirp of beetles hidden in thick bushes surrounding the small establishment. A slight breeze ruffles and pulls at Lex’s crisp, slate-gray shirt with balmy fingers, leaving him completely unwrinkled and immaculate after it has passed.
He leans against the Porsche, appearing as if an exotic model for a car advertisement, and Clark walks out of Taco-Hut with two bags under his arms and a grin on his face. Even Lex’s cars and Lex’s clothes are color coordinated.
“Hey. Got us some grub,” Clark says as he moves around the tail of the car. He walks over to Lex, who is relaxed and serene, the pink and violet of the sky shading in the hollows of his cheeks and the pale lavender crescents underneath his eyes. His skin is complimented by a combination of everything, pale and creamy where the fatigue hasn’t touched. Lex looks comfortable for the first time in a long while, and when Clark leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek, Lex looks at him with blue eyes that are shadow-free and here. Here because his mind is here, focused on this moment and not on the next advantageous step toward his company’s ultimate monopoly.
It took a lot for Clark to drag him away from LexCorp and its burgeoning success.
“Grub?” Lex asks and there’s a teasing quality to his voice. Clark decides he likes it. “Who uses that word anymore?”
“Food is boring,” Clark says, opening the car door and placing the bags on the backseat. “Grub is something you can get your hands into.”
“I think you mean sink your teeth into.” Lex corrects, smiling, before pulling on his gloves and sliding inside the car. Clark gets in on the other side and snatches his soda out of its cup holder, taking a massive drink. Lex discovers an odd fixation with Clark’s throat as he swallows and will make a point to spend quality time kissing it later.
“So where are we going, exactly?” The engine purrs beautifully under Lex’s skilled touch. He runs an appreciative hand over the dashboard, additionally checking for the film of dust that would dare settle in his car.
“Where do you want to go?” Lex asks.
Clark really has no clue. It was his idea to get Lex out of the office, but he hadn’t actually planned any further than that.
“Why don’t you surprise me?” Clark finally decides. A crooked smile, again, the first one in a long while, shapes Lex’s mouth. He palms Clark’s thigh and rubs gently, feeling the heat of his touch even through the butter-soft, worn gloves.
Clark breathes in through his mouth, trying for steady but instead getting shallow and a quickening pulse. Lex peels out of the gas station with the first roll of thunder.
“I’ve decided that you’re good for my health and well-being,” Lex says when they’ve pulled onto the highway. 75 miles per hour is normal enough for Clark to unclench his hands and think clearly without fretting over the possible occurrence of instantaneous death. At least on Lex’s part.
Clark laughs. “Well, that’s a relief.” He reaches behind and his hand disappears momentarily before reappearing holding a Taco-Hut bag. The wafting aroma of Mexican cuisine fills the car.
Lex’s nose scrunches up.
Clark pulls out a bean and cheese taco, watching for Lex’s reaction.
“You hungry?”
Lex makes a negative sound.
“Are you sure?” Clark asks and offers the taco to him, holding it close to Lex’s face.
Lex shoots the food a repugnant look. Clearly, his aversion to eating in the car only increases with the addition of fast food. Clark chuckles at the expression on Lex’s face and promises he won’t leave messy, grease-tipped fingerprints over the interior leather seats or spotless dashboard.
***
Somewhere past Route 49, a lone pair of headlights sparkles on the dark road. Clark lost the map hours ago at their latest rest stop, but he didn’t seem the least bit sorry when he sheepishly apologized to Lex for misplacing it. The rain had come and gone in light sheets, and now was stopped completely, the road no longer as slick as it was. Lex isn’t finding this stuck-in-the-middle-of-nowhere business all that amusing or fun, but at least Clark seems to be fine with it. In fact, if he didn’t know him better, Lex might even think this was Clark’s plan all along. To get them marooned on a rural highway, traveling in circles, then possibly driving until they hit the ocean.
Smiling fondly, Lex imagines it as Clark’s skewed perception of romance.
Then again, his idea of romance is a nice, slow fuck with a sweet wine afterwards, then sleep, and waking up to his company’s name making headlines in the morning paper.
He doesn’t doubt that LexCorp is capable of springing free from LuthorCorp’s shadow, but until it does, his company will never be mentioned without a nod attributing at least a margin of its success to LuthorCorp. He can bury his father underneath his own success, but victory takes time, and Lex will not want to dig a shallow grave for Lionel and LuthorCorp. No, he wants it ten feet under with no tombstone, because that’s how good he’ll be.
“You’re thinking about work again, aren’t you?” Clark’s voice interrupts Lex’s train of thought.
Shifting his gaze to Clark, he flexes his hand on the steering wheel and heaves a sigh. His eyelids look heavy and the skin around his eyes is slightly puffy. This is Lex exhausted again.
“I’m sorry, Clark,” Lex’s eyes are back on the road, and his voice is deeper and a bit irritable, “but you have to understand, you pulled me away from my work at a crucial time.”
Clark laughs and slumps further in his seat, at least as far as he can with his tall frame in a bucket seat. “Not true. You wouldn’t have come otherwise.”
Smiling, Lex is willing to give him that. “But I didn’t intend to get lost.”
Clark clicks on the radio hoping for a distraction. “It’s not that bad. I mean, we can turn this into a good thing,” he proposes innocently.
A glance at the dashboard informs Lex that it’s 2:30 a.m. and they should’ve stopped hours ago at a motel. Driving, with pit stops or no, should not put you to sleep. Lex remembers a time when he actually liked driving in the Porsche.
“How would we do that?” Tiredness in his voice, but it still manages to carry a tease that makes Clark’s heart beat fervently.
“Well, um.” Clark pretends to think, a response already on the tip of his tongue. He knows Lex won’t pull over until Clark suggests it, and he’s going to make Lex work for this one. “We could take turns driving.”
Lex grins then, sharp and bright despite the weariness. “You want to drive this baby, huh?”
Clark lowers his lashes and sneaks quick glances, trying his best to play the innocent when he knows all it’s doing is making Lex want the motel room more. “Yeah, I do. But who wouldn’t?”
Lex shakes his head, laughing softly. “Maybe when it’s daylight, but not now.”
Daylight will be a long and dreadful wait if Lex doesn’t get to a bed soon. Clark doesn’t seem tired, Lex muses; it was probably all that caffeine he’d had earlier. Lex is really starting to regret not having brought along some coffee, too, because at this rate, they’d need it in the morning.
Clark shrugs and fiddles with the radio dial. There never seems to be anything good playing at two o’clock in the morning. After no success, he turns it off and blurts out, “Let’s find a motel.”
Lex exhales loudly in relief and glances upwards, mentally thanking whoever is so kind to have mercy on him. And his libido.
***
The motel they find is nameless, or at least the sign is so faded that it can’t be read, but the foundation looks solid enough and the outside quaint in its uniformly square structure. Lex really has no objections; he would rather sleep anywhere besides inside the cramped Porsche. There’s hardly enough room as it is for two grown men.
A small and shrewd looking woman stands behind the counter sharpening her nails and yawning. Lex is surprised to find someone at the desk at this hour. The thick, block-ish frame of her glasses glints in the light as she fixes her narrow eyes on them.
“Can I help you?” Even her voice is sharp and to the point, no funny business. Maybe she suspects they’re a couple of no good stragglers just finished partying in the middle of shit-kicking nowhere.
“We’d like to get a room.” Lex says with his nicest smile, and the woman tilts her head suspiciously.
“One or two beds?” She asks, almost deliberately. Clark tries to hide his grin.
“Whatever you have is fine.” Lex replies.
The lady nods stiffly at Lex. “$80 a night for one room, one bed.” She says tersely. “Unless you want the two bed, but there’s no running water in that one.”
“We’ll take the one bed.” Lex slides his bankcard over the counter. He watches helplessly as she jams it into the slot of the credit card machine, before handing it back with a receipt, and, with a flick of her nails, indicates the ‘sign here’ line. Lex clears his throat and swiftly signs. He just wants a bed. He doesn’t need attitude at this hour.
The cashier snatches up her copy of the receipt and hands him the key with narrowed eyes.
Lex wonders if bulldozing the place is a possibility in the near future.
***
When light floods Room 23, it’s plain that the room is quite large in actuality and not at all as small as Lex first imagined it would be. There’s wooden paneling on the floor just like in the hallway but it’s not shoddy and the floorboards don’t creak - a reassuring sign. Lex is amused to find a white imitation fur rug in the center of the room, placed strategically by the bed and between two recliners. There’s a small kitchen in the far left corner and a door that leads presumably to the bathroom on the far right.
The wallpaper, however, is hideously yellow and blue. Like something in a nursery.
Clark’s snickering is obvious as Lex takes a small walk around to inspect.
“Checking for rodents?”
Lex pauses next to the bed and gives him a look. “I hope not.” As if Lex could ever sleep in the same room with rodents, or roaches, or any other kind of pest. The barn is probably crawling with them, Clark thinks and grins.
Seeing that Lex is entirely too focused on the room rather than him, Clark stands by the bed and crawls onto it, deliberately placing his arms and legs in tempting and welcoming positions. The sheets are rough and have been starched with bleach, certain areas catching onto on the fine hairs of Clark’s arms, and he rubs his back against them like a mewling cat with closed eyes.
It feels good. Clark can tell Lex has turned off the light by the sudden dimness he can sense beyond his eyelids.
Opening an eye, he catches Lex watching. He holds his breath as Lex’s feet carry him closer and closer, the mattress dipping slightly under Lex’s knee, until finally his full weight is just inches above Clark. Clark grins and un-tucks the gray shirt, slipping his hands under the shirttails to undo the button to Lex’s slacks, aware that his own skin is burning up like an inferno and god, is that embarrassing.
In this foreign place, in the dark, it feels like a first time all over again. It tastes like the first time when they kiss, lips touching softly, Lex’s tongue licking the seam of Clark’s lips. Clark moans when it deepens and touches, slides, cradles Lex’s tongue with his own, not caring if he nips his lip or bites too hard. Clark’s hands slide up his back and Clark just wants to rip it off, but -
“Is this shirt expensive?”
“Not really,” Lex panting softly now, hands on either side of Clark’s head and it must be hot to see this. Clark wishes he could do just that.
“Good.” And then, off go the buttons to Lex’s shirt. Clark feels slightly guilty, but Lex doesn’t seem to mind, peppering kisses all over his face and shrugging out of the ruined shirt. His knee presses down lightly on Clark’s crotch with the slightest pressure, and Clark whimpers, technicolor flowers blooming behind his eyelids.
“Lex…” he wants the pants off, now, but he doesn’t want Lex to move. Hands are snagging in Clark’s hair as Lex repositions himself and spreads his legs wide so that they’re groin to groin, and he - grinds. It’s so hot and hard that Clark has to bite down on his lip to keep from sounding like a virgin, when he isn’t, at least not on these terms. “…God.” Exhale on a shallow breath.
“Shh…” Lex gently pulls away and Clark reluctantly lets him go. “I’ll be just a minute.”
There’s a sound of clothing hitting the floor, and Clark can see Lex’s figure stopping for just the slightest second; he watches him, and then the warmth and soft satin of Lex’s skin is back, surrounding Clark, the pure scent of Lex closing around him like an almost tangible, soft cushion of security.
Lex’s hands close deftly around the hem of Clark’s shirt and pull it up over his head, dropping it neatly on the floor. His hands trail down to Clark’s pants, and after an easy flick of his finger, Lex is sliding down Clark’s legs and pulling Clark’s pants with him, tossing them on the floor along with shoes and socks.
When he is back and staring down at Clark’s eyes, his mouth inches away and warm breath puffing lightly on Clark’s face, he can physically feel the need thrumming through Clark’s body.
“I want to fuck you,” Lex says, rolling the words around in his mouth and tasting them like a fine wine. “Can I fuck you?”
Clark swallows, even though his mouth has suddenly gone dry.
They drove hundreds of miles for this moment. They’ve done things, but not this. He wants it. He can say it. Just -
“Yes.” Breathes the admission on one breath, probably his last, because Lex captures his lips with renewed frenzy and he’s naked and they’re both naked, and oh, god, that’s Lex’s cock touching his cock. Clark’s shaking with need, and he’s not the least bit apprehensive. His skin only feels tight because it’s so hot, and he trusts Lex to do this right.
“I do,” Clark says before he knows what he’s saying, then quickly adds, “I mean, I do want you to - to fuck me.”
Even in the dark Lex’s teeth glitter with a pleased smile, and soft and dark is the rest of Lex’s body, warm skin covering Clark’s like an insulated blanket. Lex fills him out in all the right places, propping himself up on one elbow while his other hand skates over Clark’s shoulders, neck, and chest, one of Lex’s legs sinking between his and the other cradling on the outside. The crease of Clark’s elbow is suddenly wet, and Clark realizes with a start that Lex is licking him there. It’s oddly erotic.
Warm breath ghosts over Clark’s chest and hovers over his left nipple, teasing, before Lex moves his mouth to Clark’s earlobe where a tongue darts out to lick, leaving a wet trail that slowly cools in its wake. “Hold on,” Lex whispers, and Clark nods in the dark, swallowing thickly.
Clark wonders if Lex has ever done this before with another man. He’s too embarrassed to ask, though, and is inexperienced enough that maybe he doesn’t really want to know.
He wants this, damn it - it’s just that his alien brain is trying to configure things and consequences after sex. What if he isn’t good enough? What if he embarrasses himself? What if he burns a damn hole into the ceiling while Lex is fucking him? This is their first time like this, and it feels like the first time of everything multiplied a thousand-fold.
Frowning, Clark decides to put his mind to rest before he gets up the nerve to back out.
Seconds later, Lex pads back and crawls up to give Clark a quick kiss before moving to the foot of the bed. Sound of something snapping open and Clark thinks, Oh god, this is it, before Lex makes a low sound in the back of his throat and a clean hand wraps around Clark’s cock, pumping twice before falling away. Clark whimpers, not caring anymore how he sounds.
“Spread your legs, bend your knees,” Lex whispers, voice steady and encouraging in his soft, undemanding tone. “Now lift up a bit,” his hands holding gently onto Clark’s thighs, and pulling up when Clark lifts, giving Lex the leverage he needs to make things as painless as possible.
Now Clark’s eyes are shut and he’s watching the different colors swirl behind them. His hands are gripping the sheets out of anticipation, and it’s kind of pointless to worry so much about the pain because he’s mostly indestructible, but Clark worries anyway, biting his lip even before Lex has done anything.
“Hey,” Lex’s voice, forcing Clark’s eyes open until they are staring at each other in the dark, “Don’t be so tense. Maybe we should turn on the light.”
“No,” Clark manages to unclench his fist to grab Lex’s neck, pulling Lex closer while pushing himself towards him. “Now.” Then adds, almost as an afterthought, “Please?”
“Wait,” Lex reaches behind him and there’s that snapping sound again that Clark can now readily identify as lube. Clark waits, holding his breath, and then something cold is - oh.
That’s Lex’s finger, inside him, and it feels completely different than what he thought it would feel like. Alien, but at the same time so damn good, and Clark thinks this is probably the anticipation taking over. Adrenaline rushing through his body gives him a natural high, and he’s not ready for the second finger yet, but Lex slides it in flawlessly anyway, scissoring Clark open while at the same time soothing him, telling him to relax. Clark is beginning to sweat, and so is Lex, and soon they’ll be slick and sweaty and sliding against each other, inside each other.
Clark blushes at the thought, but it’s wasted in the darkness.
The fingers are gone now and Lex says, “This will hurt,” before Clark can feel the blunt head of Lex’s cock pushing at his hole. Clark’s muscles reflexively try to clench but Lex rubs his palms up and down Clark’s thighs, trying to comfort him. “Relax, or this will hurt much worse.”
Clark nods, knowing Lex probably can’t see him do it, and breathes in. He visibly relaxes every muscle upon exhaling. Lex pushes in, in, further in, and makes a sound like hissing, before pulling back out slowly, and Clark sucks in a deep breath since he can’t seem to breathe at any other time. If he breathes when Lex is inside, he might very well throw them out of alignment. He’s probably exaggerating, but still. It feels important to get this moment right.
“God…” Clark screws his eyes shut as Lex pushes back in, slowly, painfully, inch by inch until he’s seated inside Clark and not going anywhere. There’s a minute of silence for Clark to adjust and for Lex to regain his control because Clark is so tight, so untouched here.
Lex wants to touch deeper - he wants all of Clark in every possible way there is. This is something that is solely his, and Clark might be someone that he loves. He just wants to feel Clark flawless and open for the first time, spread beneath him like something debauched and beautiful. But he can’t. Not yet.
“Clark?” Lex whispers, uneasy with the prolonged silence. “Are you - ”
“Yeah,” breath fanning out in a whoosh that doesn’t quite hit Lex with its warmth, and Clark is squirming now, just barely, waiting for Lex to move.
Lex does, slowly at first, painfully slow. Clark’s tiny groan encourages him to go faster and Lex does, long stroke in and quick stroke out, hitting that spot that causes Clark’s breath to hitch and beads of sweat to cumulate, slicking his chest and shoulders. Things are faster now, more efficient, as if Lex is letting go of his restraints, feeling the tight heat of Clark envelop his cock like the most exquisite fantasy thrust after thrust.
Lex wraps his hand around Clark’s hard, dripping cock and jerks, running his thumb over the slit every time his hand comes up and squeezes lightly, feeling the blood beneath the skin. He can almost taste the salty richness on his tongue. It would taste like the farm, sunflowers, Clark after school and in the sun. It would taste like Smallville, a town he’d once thought he despised, but now knew he’d grown to love.
He thrusts deeper each time, and Clark’s breath is coming in pants now, hot and lewd and vaguely obscene for a Kent - Lex is reaching that pinnacle that he knows Clark is straining for as well, and he wants to bring them both there at the same time.
When orgasm hits, it takes Clark by surprise, sticky come coating both their stomachs, white noise behind his closed eyes. Lex pulls out before he can come and finishes off with three quick jerks while on his knees, red and white blossoming behind his eyelids and muted roaring in his ears. When he opens his eyes, Clark is staring at him, eyes glittering in the dark and wide awake.
Lex smiles, spent and weary, feeling as if the mere weight of his bones pulls him down. He rolls onto Clark’s side and lays in the empty pocket of space there, one leg slightly bent over Clark’s. Sleep fogs his mind, as the hours of driving on the road are finally taking their toll. Lex knows there’s something he wants to say, something to make it different from all the other times he’s fucked somebody and fallen asleep, but his tongue is warm and heavy and full and he can’t bring himself to speak.
Clark bends his head and kisses the soft skin of Lex’s scalp, pulling him closer against his body as if to say he understands even without the words.
Clark stares at the ceiling as he feels his heartbeat slow down to something resembling normal. He feels the puffs of Lex breathing against his neck, aware of the sticky state both their stomachs are in and how disgusting it will be when it dries. And he doesn’t care.
Because Lex is still here and sleeping. Because he just had the greatest experience of his life, even better than super-speed or heat-vision or x-ray.
And he will do it all again, with Lex.
***
Morning wakes them with pale saffron rays flickering in through patterned curtains. There’s the drowsy feeling of waking up as Lex snatches at the last few seconds of dreams, blinking awake to a golden bar of sun-dappled Clark skin. He runs his palm gently over Clark’s chest, feeling the warm patch of sunlight right above the heart. Stops and stills there, fingers slightly curled as the steady beat of Clark’s heart thuds against his palm.
When Clark opens his eyes, Lex can sense it, and he lifts his head to look and smile.
“Morning.” Clark yawns, stretching like a cat. Lex runs his fingers through Clark’s hair, watching him.
Clark blinks a couple of times, rubbing the sleep away with slow fingers. “Shower?”
Lex gets up then, feet slapping against the cold, wooden floor. He forgets the place has no carpeting. He sits and waits for Clark to get up. Clark, curious, sweeps up his pile of clothing and steps towards the bathroom. “Coming?”
Lex shakes his head, not feeling up to forming even monosyllabic responses and waves Clark to go on ahead.
What day is it again? Lex scrounges through the pockets of his pants for his cell phone, and remembers he left it in the car the other night. Damn it.
Five minutes later, the door to the bathroom swings open on its creaking hinges. Lex watches Clark exit with a cloud of steam, fully clad in yesterday’s clothes, his hair a wet mop on top of his head and curling around his eyes.
After they’ve both cleaned up, they return their room key to the front desk upon seeing nobody at the counter, and then miles of gravel stretches out before them again, waiting for Lex to conquer it.
“The coast, right?” Lex asks.
Clark nods, not entirely sure which coast that would be, or in what direction, but they’re bound to hit it if they keep driving. That’s the whole point.
Clark turns slightly to face him, a glimmer reflecting in his eyes from the 12 o’clock sun. “Hey, wasn’t there talk of me driving?”
Lex’s laugh is clear and sharp, a pitch that Clark loves to hear and doesn’t hear enough of. “You didn’t think I was serious, did you?”
Clark sighs and slants his gaze away, a little disappointed, but he pretty much expected that. Nevertheless, he’s happy, and he believes driving the Porsche isn’t that big of a deal somehow, not when they’ve shared so much already. The car is Lex’s, and Lex is his. Clark thinks it’s a fair compromise.
end.
okay, was it good? First smut scene and all... hehe.
Also, will be at Fiesta Texas for the most part of the day today.
Ohh..and, Happy 4th of July!!
The sky is overcast and the clouds are thick and gradually thinning closer to the sun. It’s 5:25 in late afternoon but it looks like the last edges of dusk are settling in, even though it’s early.
Lex’s silver Porsche is parked at the Star-Mart gas station that connects to Taco-Hut, and birds are singing every once in a while along with the chirp of beetles hidden in thick bushes surrounding the small establishment. A slight breeze ruffles and pulls at Lex’s crisp, slate-gray shirt with balmy fingers, leaving him completely unwrinkled and immaculate after it has passed.
He leans against the Porsche, appearing as if an exotic model for a car advertisement, and Clark walks out of Taco-Hut with two bags under his arms and a grin on his face. Even Lex’s cars and Lex’s clothes are color coordinated.
“Hey. Got us some grub,” Clark says as he moves around the tail of the car. He walks over to Lex, who is relaxed and serene, the pink and violet of the sky shading in the hollows of his cheeks and the pale lavender crescents underneath his eyes. His skin is complimented by a combination of everything, pale and creamy where the fatigue hasn’t touched. Lex looks comfortable for the first time in a long while, and when Clark leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek, Lex looks at him with blue eyes that are shadow-free and here. Here because his mind is here, focused on this moment and not on the next advantageous step toward his company’s ultimate monopoly.
It took a lot for Clark to drag him away from LexCorp and its burgeoning success.
“Grub?” Lex asks and there’s a teasing quality to his voice. Clark decides he likes it. “Who uses that word anymore?”
“Food is boring,” Clark says, opening the car door and placing the bags on the backseat. “Grub is something you can get your hands into.”
“I think you mean sink your teeth into.” Lex corrects, smiling, before pulling on his gloves and sliding inside the car. Clark gets in on the other side and snatches his soda out of its cup holder, taking a massive drink. Lex discovers an odd fixation with Clark’s throat as he swallows and will make a point to spend quality time kissing it later.
“So where are we going, exactly?” The engine purrs beautifully under Lex’s skilled touch. He runs an appreciative hand over the dashboard, additionally checking for the film of dust that would dare settle in his car.
“Where do you want to go?” Lex asks.
Clark really has no clue. It was his idea to get Lex out of the office, but he hadn’t actually planned any further than that.
“Why don’t you surprise me?” Clark finally decides. A crooked smile, again, the first one in a long while, shapes Lex’s mouth. He palms Clark’s thigh and rubs gently, feeling the heat of his touch even through the butter-soft, worn gloves.
Clark breathes in through his mouth, trying for steady but instead getting shallow and a quickening pulse. Lex peels out of the gas station with the first roll of thunder.
“I’ve decided that you’re good for my health and well-being,” Lex says when they’ve pulled onto the highway. 75 miles per hour is normal enough for Clark to unclench his hands and think clearly without fretting over the possible occurrence of instantaneous death. At least on Lex’s part.
Clark laughs. “Well, that’s a relief.” He reaches behind and his hand disappears momentarily before reappearing holding a Taco-Hut bag. The wafting aroma of Mexican cuisine fills the car.
Lex’s nose scrunches up.
Clark pulls out a bean and cheese taco, watching for Lex’s reaction.
“You hungry?”
Lex makes a negative sound.
“Are you sure?” Clark asks and offers the taco to him, holding it close to Lex’s face.
Lex shoots the food a repugnant look. Clearly, his aversion to eating in the car only increases with the addition of fast food. Clark chuckles at the expression on Lex’s face and promises he won’t leave messy, grease-tipped fingerprints over the interior leather seats or spotless dashboard.
***
Somewhere past Route 49, a lone pair of headlights sparkles on the dark road. Clark lost the map hours ago at their latest rest stop, but he didn’t seem the least bit sorry when he sheepishly apologized to Lex for misplacing it. The rain had come and gone in light sheets, and now was stopped completely, the road no longer as slick as it was. Lex isn’t finding this stuck-in-the-middle-of-nowhere business all that amusing or fun, but at least Clark seems to be fine with it. In fact, if he didn’t know him better, Lex might even think this was Clark’s plan all along. To get them marooned on a rural highway, traveling in circles, then possibly driving until they hit the ocean.
Smiling fondly, Lex imagines it as Clark’s skewed perception of romance.
Then again, his idea of romance is a nice, slow fuck with a sweet wine afterwards, then sleep, and waking up to his company’s name making headlines in the morning paper.
He doesn’t doubt that LexCorp is capable of springing free from LuthorCorp’s shadow, but until it does, his company will never be mentioned without a nod attributing at least a margin of its success to LuthorCorp. He can bury his father underneath his own success, but victory takes time, and Lex will not want to dig a shallow grave for Lionel and LuthorCorp. No, he wants it ten feet under with no tombstone, because that’s how good he’ll be.
“You’re thinking about work again, aren’t you?” Clark’s voice interrupts Lex’s train of thought.
Shifting his gaze to Clark, he flexes his hand on the steering wheel and heaves a sigh. His eyelids look heavy and the skin around his eyes is slightly puffy. This is Lex exhausted again.
“I’m sorry, Clark,” Lex’s eyes are back on the road, and his voice is deeper and a bit irritable, “but you have to understand, you pulled me away from my work at a crucial time.”
Clark laughs and slumps further in his seat, at least as far as he can with his tall frame in a bucket seat. “Not true. You wouldn’t have come otherwise.”
Smiling, Lex is willing to give him that. “But I didn’t intend to get lost.”
Clark clicks on the radio hoping for a distraction. “It’s not that bad. I mean, we can turn this into a good thing,” he proposes innocently.
A glance at the dashboard informs Lex that it’s 2:30 a.m. and they should’ve stopped hours ago at a motel. Driving, with pit stops or no, should not put you to sleep. Lex remembers a time when he actually liked driving in the Porsche.
“How would we do that?” Tiredness in his voice, but it still manages to carry a tease that makes Clark’s heart beat fervently.
“Well, um.” Clark pretends to think, a response already on the tip of his tongue. He knows Lex won’t pull over until Clark suggests it, and he’s going to make Lex work for this one. “We could take turns driving.”
Lex grins then, sharp and bright despite the weariness. “You want to drive this baby, huh?”
Clark lowers his lashes and sneaks quick glances, trying his best to play the innocent when he knows all it’s doing is making Lex want the motel room more. “Yeah, I do. But who wouldn’t?”
Lex shakes his head, laughing softly. “Maybe when it’s daylight, but not now.”
Daylight will be a long and dreadful wait if Lex doesn’t get to a bed soon. Clark doesn’t seem tired, Lex muses; it was probably all that caffeine he’d had earlier. Lex is really starting to regret not having brought along some coffee, too, because at this rate, they’d need it in the morning.
Clark shrugs and fiddles with the radio dial. There never seems to be anything good playing at two o’clock in the morning. After no success, he turns it off and blurts out, “Let’s find a motel.”
Lex exhales loudly in relief and glances upwards, mentally thanking whoever is so kind to have mercy on him. And his libido.
***
The motel they find is nameless, or at least the sign is so faded that it can’t be read, but the foundation looks solid enough and the outside quaint in its uniformly square structure. Lex really has no objections; he would rather sleep anywhere besides inside the cramped Porsche. There’s hardly enough room as it is for two grown men.
A small and shrewd looking woman stands behind the counter sharpening her nails and yawning. Lex is surprised to find someone at the desk at this hour. The thick, block-ish frame of her glasses glints in the light as she fixes her narrow eyes on them.
“Can I help you?” Even her voice is sharp and to the point, no funny business. Maybe she suspects they’re a couple of no good stragglers just finished partying in the middle of shit-kicking nowhere.
“We’d like to get a room.” Lex says with his nicest smile, and the woman tilts her head suspiciously.
“One or two beds?” She asks, almost deliberately. Clark tries to hide his grin.
“Whatever you have is fine.” Lex replies.
The lady nods stiffly at Lex. “$80 a night for one room, one bed.” She says tersely. “Unless you want the two bed, but there’s no running water in that one.”
“We’ll take the one bed.” Lex slides his bankcard over the counter. He watches helplessly as she jams it into the slot of the credit card machine, before handing it back with a receipt, and, with a flick of her nails, indicates the ‘sign here’ line. Lex clears his throat and swiftly signs. He just wants a bed. He doesn’t need attitude at this hour.
The cashier snatches up her copy of the receipt and hands him the key with narrowed eyes.
Lex wonders if bulldozing the place is a possibility in the near future.
***
When light floods Room 23, it’s plain that the room is quite large in actuality and not at all as small as Lex first imagined it would be. There’s wooden paneling on the floor just like in the hallway but it’s not shoddy and the floorboards don’t creak - a reassuring sign. Lex is amused to find a white imitation fur rug in the center of the room, placed strategically by the bed and between two recliners. There’s a small kitchen in the far left corner and a door that leads presumably to the bathroom on the far right.
The wallpaper, however, is hideously yellow and blue. Like something in a nursery.
Clark’s snickering is obvious as Lex takes a small walk around to inspect.
“Checking for rodents?”
Lex pauses next to the bed and gives him a look. “I hope not.” As if Lex could ever sleep in the same room with rodents, or roaches, or any other kind of pest. The barn is probably crawling with them, Clark thinks and grins.
Seeing that Lex is entirely too focused on the room rather than him, Clark stands by the bed and crawls onto it, deliberately placing his arms and legs in tempting and welcoming positions. The sheets are rough and have been starched with bleach, certain areas catching onto on the fine hairs of Clark’s arms, and he rubs his back against them like a mewling cat with closed eyes.
It feels good. Clark can tell Lex has turned off the light by the sudden dimness he can sense beyond his eyelids.
Opening an eye, he catches Lex watching. He holds his breath as Lex’s feet carry him closer and closer, the mattress dipping slightly under Lex’s knee, until finally his full weight is just inches above Clark. Clark grins and un-tucks the gray shirt, slipping his hands under the shirttails to undo the button to Lex’s slacks, aware that his own skin is burning up like an inferno and god, is that embarrassing.
In this foreign place, in the dark, it feels like a first time all over again. It tastes like the first time when they kiss, lips touching softly, Lex’s tongue licking the seam of Clark’s lips. Clark moans when it deepens and touches, slides, cradles Lex’s tongue with his own, not caring if he nips his lip or bites too hard. Clark’s hands slide up his back and Clark just wants to rip it off, but -
“Is this shirt expensive?”
“Not really,” Lex panting softly now, hands on either side of Clark’s head and it must be hot to see this. Clark wishes he could do just that.
“Good.” And then, off go the buttons to Lex’s shirt. Clark feels slightly guilty, but Lex doesn’t seem to mind, peppering kisses all over his face and shrugging out of the ruined shirt. His knee presses down lightly on Clark’s crotch with the slightest pressure, and Clark whimpers, technicolor flowers blooming behind his eyelids.
“Lex…” he wants the pants off, now, but he doesn’t want Lex to move. Hands are snagging in Clark’s hair as Lex repositions himself and spreads his legs wide so that they’re groin to groin, and he - grinds. It’s so hot and hard that Clark has to bite down on his lip to keep from sounding like a virgin, when he isn’t, at least not on these terms. “…God.” Exhale on a shallow breath.
“Shh…” Lex gently pulls away and Clark reluctantly lets him go. “I’ll be just a minute.”
There’s a sound of clothing hitting the floor, and Clark can see Lex’s figure stopping for just the slightest second; he watches him, and then the warmth and soft satin of Lex’s skin is back, surrounding Clark, the pure scent of Lex closing around him like an almost tangible, soft cushion of security.
Lex’s hands close deftly around the hem of Clark’s shirt and pull it up over his head, dropping it neatly on the floor. His hands trail down to Clark’s pants, and after an easy flick of his finger, Lex is sliding down Clark’s legs and pulling Clark’s pants with him, tossing them on the floor along with shoes and socks.
When he is back and staring down at Clark’s eyes, his mouth inches away and warm breath puffing lightly on Clark’s face, he can physically feel the need thrumming through Clark’s body.
“I want to fuck you,” Lex says, rolling the words around in his mouth and tasting them like a fine wine. “Can I fuck you?”
Clark swallows, even though his mouth has suddenly gone dry.
They drove hundreds of miles for this moment. They’ve done things, but not this. He wants it. He can say it. Just -
“Yes.” Breathes the admission on one breath, probably his last, because Lex captures his lips with renewed frenzy and he’s naked and they’re both naked, and oh, god, that’s Lex’s cock touching his cock. Clark’s shaking with need, and he’s not the least bit apprehensive. His skin only feels tight because it’s so hot, and he trusts Lex to do this right.
“I do,” Clark says before he knows what he’s saying, then quickly adds, “I mean, I do want you to - to fuck me.”
Even in the dark Lex’s teeth glitter with a pleased smile, and soft and dark is the rest of Lex’s body, warm skin covering Clark’s like an insulated blanket. Lex fills him out in all the right places, propping himself up on one elbow while his other hand skates over Clark’s shoulders, neck, and chest, one of Lex’s legs sinking between his and the other cradling on the outside. The crease of Clark’s elbow is suddenly wet, and Clark realizes with a start that Lex is licking him there. It’s oddly erotic.
Warm breath ghosts over Clark’s chest and hovers over his left nipple, teasing, before Lex moves his mouth to Clark’s earlobe where a tongue darts out to lick, leaving a wet trail that slowly cools in its wake. “Hold on,” Lex whispers, and Clark nods in the dark, swallowing thickly.
Clark wonders if Lex has ever done this before with another man. He’s too embarrassed to ask, though, and is inexperienced enough that maybe he doesn’t really want to know.
He wants this, damn it - it’s just that his alien brain is trying to configure things and consequences after sex. What if he isn’t good enough? What if he embarrasses himself? What if he burns a damn hole into the ceiling while Lex is fucking him? This is their first time like this, and it feels like the first time of everything multiplied a thousand-fold.
Frowning, Clark decides to put his mind to rest before he gets up the nerve to back out.
Seconds later, Lex pads back and crawls up to give Clark a quick kiss before moving to the foot of the bed. Sound of something snapping open and Clark thinks, Oh god, this is it, before Lex makes a low sound in the back of his throat and a clean hand wraps around Clark’s cock, pumping twice before falling away. Clark whimpers, not caring anymore how he sounds.
“Spread your legs, bend your knees,” Lex whispers, voice steady and encouraging in his soft, undemanding tone. “Now lift up a bit,” his hands holding gently onto Clark’s thighs, and pulling up when Clark lifts, giving Lex the leverage he needs to make things as painless as possible.
Now Clark’s eyes are shut and he’s watching the different colors swirl behind them. His hands are gripping the sheets out of anticipation, and it’s kind of pointless to worry so much about the pain because he’s mostly indestructible, but Clark worries anyway, biting his lip even before Lex has done anything.
“Hey,” Lex’s voice, forcing Clark’s eyes open until they are staring at each other in the dark, “Don’t be so tense. Maybe we should turn on the light.”
“No,” Clark manages to unclench his fist to grab Lex’s neck, pulling Lex closer while pushing himself towards him. “Now.” Then adds, almost as an afterthought, “Please?”
“Wait,” Lex reaches behind him and there’s that snapping sound again that Clark can now readily identify as lube. Clark waits, holding his breath, and then something cold is - oh.
That’s Lex’s finger, inside him, and it feels completely different than what he thought it would feel like. Alien, but at the same time so damn good, and Clark thinks this is probably the anticipation taking over. Adrenaline rushing through his body gives him a natural high, and he’s not ready for the second finger yet, but Lex slides it in flawlessly anyway, scissoring Clark open while at the same time soothing him, telling him to relax. Clark is beginning to sweat, and so is Lex, and soon they’ll be slick and sweaty and sliding against each other, inside each other.
Clark blushes at the thought, but it’s wasted in the darkness.
The fingers are gone now and Lex says, “This will hurt,” before Clark can feel the blunt head of Lex’s cock pushing at his hole. Clark’s muscles reflexively try to clench but Lex rubs his palms up and down Clark’s thighs, trying to comfort him. “Relax, or this will hurt much worse.”
Clark nods, knowing Lex probably can’t see him do it, and breathes in. He visibly relaxes every muscle upon exhaling. Lex pushes in, in, further in, and makes a sound like hissing, before pulling back out slowly, and Clark sucks in a deep breath since he can’t seem to breathe at any other time. If he breathes when Lex is inside, he might very well throw them out of alignment. He’s probably exaggerating, but still. It feels important to get this moment right.
“God…” Clark screws his eyes shut as Lex pushes back in, slowly, painfully, inch by inch until he’s seated inside Clark and not going anywhere. There’s a minute of silence for Clark to adjust and for Lex to regain his control because Clark is so tight, so untouched here.
Lex wants to touch deeper - he wants all of Clark in every possible way there is. This is something that is solely his, and Clark might be someone that he loves. He just wants to feel Clark flawless and open for the first time, spread beneath him like something debauched and beautiful. But he can’t. Not yet.
“Clark?” Lex whispers, uneasy with the prolonged silence. “Are you - ”
“Yeah,” breath fanning out in a whoosh that doesn’t quite hit Lex with its warmth, and Clark is squirming now, just barely, waiting for Lex to move.
Lex does, slowly at first, painfully slow. Clark’s tiny groan encourages him to go faster and Lex does, long stroke in and quick stroke out, hitting that spot that causes Clark’s breath to hitch and beads of sweat to cumulate, slicking his chest and shoulders. Things are faster now, more efficient, as if Lex is letting go of his restraints, feeling the tight heat of Clark envelop his cock like the most exquisite fantasy thrust after thrust.
Lex wraps his hand around Clark’s hard, dripping cock and jerks, running his thumb over the slit every time his hand comes up and squeezes lightly, feeling the blood beneath the skin. He can almost taste the salty richness on his tongue. It would taste like the farm, sunflowers, Clark after school and in the sun. It would taste like Smallville, a town he’d once thought he despised, but now knew he’d grown to love.
He thrusts deeper each time, and Clark’s breath is coming in pants now, hot and lewd and vaguely obscene for a Kent - Lex is reaching that pinnacle that he knows Clark is straining for as well, and he wants to bring them both there at the same time.
When orgasm hits, it takes Clark by surprise, sticky come coating both their stomachs, white noise behind his closed eyes. Lex pulls out before he can come and finishes off with three quick jerks while on his knees, red and white blossoming behind his eyelids and muted roaring in his ears. When he opens his eyes, Clark is staring at him, eyes glittering in the dark and wide awake.
Lex smiles, spent and weary, feeling as if the mere weight of his bones pulls him down. He rolls onto Clark’s side and lays in the empty pocket of space there, one leg slightly bent over Clark’s. Sleep fogs his mind, as the hours of driving on the road are finally taking their toll. Lex knows there’s something he wants to say, something to make it different from all the other times he’s fucked somebody and fallen asleep, but his tongue is warm and heavy and full and he can’t bring himself to speak.
Clark bends his head and kisses the soft skin of Lex’s scalp, pulling him closer against his body as if to say he understands even without the words.
Clark stares at the ceiling as he feels his heartbeat slow down to something resembling normal. He feels the puffs of Lex breathing against his neck, aware of the sticky state both their stomachs are in and how disgusting it will be when it dries. And he doesn’t care.
Because Lex is still here and sleeping. Because he just had the greatest experience of his life, even better than super-speed or heat-vision or x-ray.
And he will do it all again, with Lex.
***
Morning wakes them with pale saffron rays flickering in through patterned curtains. There’s the drowsy feeling of waking up as Lex snatches at the last few seconds of dreams, blinking awake to a golden bar of sun-dappled Clark skin. He runs his palm gently over Clark’s chest, feeling the warm patch of sunlight right above the heart. Stops and stills there, fingers slightly curled as the steady beat of Clark’s heart thuds against his palm.
When Clark opens his eyes, Lex can sense it, and he lifts his head to look and smile.
“Morning.” Clark yawns, stretching like a cat. Lex runs his fingers through Clark’s hair, watching him.
Clark blinks a couple of times, rubbing the sleep away with slow fingers. “Shower?”
Lex gets up then, feet slapping against the cold, wooden floor. He forgets the place has no carpeting. He sits and waits for Clark to get up. Clark, curious, sweeps up his pile of clothing and steps towards the bathroom. “Coming?”
Lex shakes his head, not feeling up to forming even monosyllabic responses and waves Clark to go on ahead.
What day is it again? Lex scrounges through the pockets of his pants for his cell phone, and remembers he left it in the car the other night. Damn it.
Five minutes later, the door to the bathroom swings open on its creaking hinges. Lex watches Clark exit with a cloud of steam, fully clad in yesterday’s clothes, his hair a wet mop on top of his head and curling around his eyes.
After they’ve both cleaned up, they return their room key to the front desk upon seeing nobody at the counter, and then miles of gravel stretches out before them again, waiting for Lex to conquer it.
“The coast, right?” Lex asks.
Clark nods, not entirely sure which coast that would be, or in what direction, but they’re bound to hit it if they keep driving. That’s the whole point.
Clark turns slightly to face him, a glimmer reflecting in his eyes from the 12 o’clock sun. “Hey, wasn’t there talk of me driving?”
Lex’s laugh is clear and sharp, a pitch that Clark loves to hear and doesn’t hear enough of. “You didn’t think I was serious, did you?”
Clark sighs and slants his gaze away, a little disappointed, but he pretty much expected that. Nevertheless, he’s happy, and he believes driving the Porsche isn’t that big of a deal somehow, not when they’ve shared so much already. The car is Lex’s, and Lex is his. Clark thinks it’s a fair compromise.
end.
okay, was it good? First smut scene and all... hehe.
Also, will be at Fiesta Texas for the most part of the day today.
Ohh..and, Happy 4th of July!!