Birthday Wishes (2/2)
I've never been overly impressed by the penthouse suite at Hotel Metropolis. It's elegant and impersonal in the same way that all the best hotels are. Everything is clean and neat and in its place but it has no personality. The furniture is functional and laid out in a way that best utilizes the size and shape of the room. The walls are decorated with expensive looking artwork that compliments the furniture. On the table in the living room there are flowers and large fruit basket, provided by the hotel.
Clark seems to be thoroughly impressed though, if the way he's been moving from room to room checking everything out for the last ten minutes is any indication. He had first checked out both bedrooms and then the living room and kitchen. Now he is in the bathroom. He hadn't been able to believe the size of it when he first walked in there. It is larger than his bedroom at home, which, well honestly, isn't saying all that much.
I use the time he spends exploring the suite to contemplate our day up until now. I had actually managed to leave the house this morning without being harassed by my father. That had surprised me since I know he must have been told I would be using the hotel suite this weekend and after his performance on Tuesday, I expected him to try something similar today. He hadn't though and, as much as I was glad I didn't have to deal with his shit this morning, this was almost worst. My father is rarely without a plan. When I can't predict his actions is when he is the most dangerous. It's possible that he's fucking with my mind by not doing anything and it's possible that he's just waiting until I'm off guard to make his next move to try and upset our relationship. I'll just have to wait and see and be as observant as possible.
I left the house at nine to pick Clark up. He had come out of the front door as soon as I pulled up. I got out of the car and helped him load his bag into the trunk. Clark's dad had come to join us while we were doing that and had again insisted that I drive carefully and keep Clark safe. I think Clark had probably heard the same lecture from his father this morning before I'd shown up because he'd rolled his eyes at me when his father wasn't looking. I'd reassured Mr. Kent. He'd hugged Clark goodbye, told him to call when we got into town and then we'd left.
It had taken just under two hours to drive into the city. We'd stopped for snacks on the way out of town and I'd convinced Clark to drive for a while. He was leery about driving my car. I think he's scared he will wreck it or something, which I think is overwhelmingly funny since I've wrecked more cars than his parents have probably ever owned. One more wouldn't be a great loss, but I can't imagine Clark ever being careless enough to do something like that anyhow. He's a much more cautious driver than I ever was. It was great. He'd loved the way the Porsche handled and the way driving it felt. Clark drove for an hour or so until we started hitting some of the heavier traffic leading into the city and he'd asked me to take over.
When we entered town I'd brought us straight to the hotel. We'd checked in and come up to the room. Clark had been amazed at the way everyone did whatever we wanted and the respect they seemed to treat us with. Ah, what money and power can get you in this world. I throw around my father's name and suddenly everyone's my friend. He's with me and so he gets the same treatment. It's all horribly fake though. The power is nice. Exhilarating at times. But still I wish that people would see who I am and like me for my own merits.
Clark comes out of the bathroom with a look of wonder on his face. "There's a Jacuzzi tub in there," he tells me like he's just discovered the most amazing thing on the face of the planet. I simply smile and nod at him. "It's huge," he continues and gestures with his hands to emphasize the size of the fixture, "you could fit four or five people in there."
"I guess you could," I agree with a laugh. His happiness is infectious. "Don't know if you'd really want to try though, Clark," I say with a hint of suggestion in my tone. My eyebrow rises at the end of my comment making it into a teasing question.
Clark smiles at that and blushes slightly at what I can only assume is the thought of what having all those people in the tub at the same time would mean. "No, probably not," he admits with a laugh.
"You'd like to try it out while we're here, though?"
"Yeah," he says enthusiastically and walks across the room to sit next to me on the couch. He settles down with his thigh pressing against mine and then lays his arm along the back of the couch. The action seems half casual and half possessive. It's nice. I like the feeling of belonging it generates in me. It feels like I'm right where I should be. I've never felt like that with anyone else in my life.
"That can be arranged," I tell him and reach out to place my hand on his thigh. I can attest to how comfortable that tub is and it's lots of fun to play in. It will help relax both of us for what we'll be doing later on in the evening as well. "Tonight after the game?" I ask him.
"Umm, okay," Clark says with a hint of disappointment in his voice. I can tell he was hoping to start playing now.
I smile and turn to look directly at him. "Do you honestly think that if I get you in there that I will have enough willpower to get out and take you to the game?"
"Maybe," Clark says uncertainly, "I don't know."
I reach out and slip my hand under Clark's shirt to stroke his stomach. His muscles flutter under my fingers and Clark shivers. "I know," I tell him with a meaningful look. "Once I get you naked, you're staying that way for the rest of the evening."
"Oh," Clark says breathlessly. It sounds like my words have really affected him. I look down at his lap and see that I'm right. Clark's hard. That's hardly surprising given that I'm rubbing his stomach. That seems to turn him on something crazy.
I smile wickedly and lean over to kiss him. It's good to know I can do this to him. He opens his mouth under mine and our tongues touch. He moans and shivers at the contact. My hand travels down from his stomach to rest on his cock. I can feel its heat through the fabric of his pants. He gasps and pulls out of our kiss. I smile and look up at him. "You going to be okay, Gorgeous, or would you like me to take care of this before we go out for lunch?" I gently stroke him through his pants as I talk.
"Uh," Clark mutters and closes his eyes. He bucks up towards my hand as I speak.
That's close enough to yes for me. I smile broader and shift around so that I can slide down onto the floor in front of him. I gently push his legs apart and insert myself between them. His eyes are closed. They flutter open as I reach for the zipper of his pants.
"Lex," he breathes.
"Yes?" I ask him. I undo the button on his jeans and slowly pull down the zipper.
"Yes," he says.
I smile and wonder if he knows that he's not making a whole lot of sense right now. I gently tug at his pants and he understands that I want him to shift up so that I can pull them down slightly. Once I've loosened his pants enough, I reach in and gently pull out his hard cock, making sure that his underwear is covering the harsh metal zipper of his jeans. Wouldn't want to do anything that might cause him pain. Although he probably wouldn't feel the zipper even if I hadn't thoughtfully covered it up. I wonder what it is about his physiology that allows him to feel pleasure like anyone else but not pain.
Clark gasps loudly and I realize I'm analyzing Clark's pain receptors when I should be concentrating on something entirely different. I shake my head slightly to clear it and then return to the task at hand.
I curl my fingers around his thick cock and he gasps loudly. His skin feels so soft to the touch. I pull his foreskin back to feel the smooth skin on the head. I run my thumb over it and find that it's wet. Clark is leaking softly. I smile and bring my thumb up to my mouth to lick it off. Clark moans and I look up to see him watching me intently.
I smile and look back down at his cock. He's leaking even more now and a small pearly drop runs down the length of his shaft. I lean down towards him and reach out with my tongue to capture the drop and lick it off. His cock jerks against my tongue and comes back to land against my cheek. It paints a short line of wet pre-come across my skin.
Clark groans and reaches out to grasp my head. I can feel his fingers convulsively working against my skin and for the first time in ages in wish I had hair, just so Clark could have something to hold on to. "Oh god, Lex," Clark moans. His hands still on the back of his head and he pulls gently to draw me closer to him. "Please," he begs softly. He's gasping heavily and sounds like he's having difficulty breathing.
"Of course," I tell him in a soothing tone and run one of my hands over his flank to calm him. I lean down, open my mouth wide and draw him inside.
Clark cries out at the feeling of my mouth wrapped around his cock. I can feel him trying hard to restrain himself from bucking up into my mouth and am glad that he's finally mastered that skill. As much as I love doing this for him, I was getting a little tired of getting hit hard against the back of my throat every time I took him in my mouth.
I run my tongue up and down his length and then around the base. I suck softly at first but then realize that he's unlikely to last long and start sucking harder. By now I have a fairly good idea of what Clark does and doesn't like. What he likes is a steady build up from slow and gentle to fast and intense. What he absolutely hated was the one time I tried to tease him. He'd actually pushed me off in order to get me to stop. He'd said it tickled so much he couldn't stand it.
I continue to suck as I move my mouth up and down his length. I press my tongue against the large vein on the underside of his cock and trace it roughly. I'm almost surprised that is what brings Clark to the edge, but it is. I hear Clark gasp and feel his cock harden that slight bit extra that means he's about to come. I suck one last time and then swallow his cock, drawing him deep down my throat.
Clark cries out and explodes into me. His hot come pulses strongly down my throat. When he's almost finished I pull back slightly so that he's again resting on my tongue and I can taste him. I love his flavor, sweet, fresh and new.
"Lex," he sighs as I pull back. I carefully tuck him back into his pants and then move up his body to kiss him. He likes this too, always wants to taste himself in my mouth, and I'm more than happy to oblige him.
He hums softly when I pull back from him and I can't help but smile. I wonder where that habit has come from all of the sudden. It's cute. I like it. "Better?" I ask Clark after a minute or so.
"Mmm," Clark mumbles. "Yes."
I smile happily and move back up onto the couch to sit next to Clark. I look over at him and see that he has his eyes closed and a slightly silly look of contentment on his face. I'm so glad that I was able to get us away from Smallville for a little while.
I reach out to touch his face and Clark turns towards me. He opens his eyes and blinks once. "You ready to go out for lunch?" I ask him softly.
"I..." Clark mumbles. He apparently snaps out of the haze in his brain then because he suddenly opens his eyes wider and sits up a little but. "Are you okay? Do you need me to help you?" Clark asks with a slightly embarrassed flush on his face. He gestures towards my groin and I know what he's talking about.
I think about that for a moment and than shake my head. I am slightly hard, which is what I'm sure he's noticed, but not enough so that it's demanding. I'm a little surprised myself to find that I want to savor that feeling and wait until later for satisfaction. It's anticipation for tonight if nothing else.
"You sure?" Clark asks me like he can't believe that I'm turning down his offer.
"Yes," I tell him and lean over to kiss him. It's just a quick kiss, but it's enough to reassure him that nothing is wrong.
I look down at my watch and am a little surprised to see that it's almost one. "You need to call your parents," I tell him with a smile and touch the tip of his nose, "and then we can leave."
"Oh, yeah," Clark says and flushes. I can guess what he's thinking. He's wondering how he can speak to his mother right after I have just sucked him off. This should be interesting.
I stand up and cross the room to the closet where we've left our coats. I pull my phone out of my left coat pocket and toss it across the room at him. He catches it with very little difficulty. "Speed dial one," I tell him.
He smiles and raises his eyebrow at me. Yeah, you're first Clark, before my father, before my assistant, before anyone. Does that really surprise you? I just shrug in response.
He presses the button and then waits for the phone to be answered on the other end. "Oh, hi Mom," he says after a couple of seconds. It didn't take her long to answer at all, almost like she's been sitting there waiting for his call. Maybe she has been.
"Yeah, we got here okay," Clark assures his mother. "Of course Lex drove safe." Clark listens for some time then to whatever his mother is saying. "Yes. I'll call you tomorrow before we leave. Yes. I love you too, Mom. Bye." Clark blushes through the entire conversation and paces nervously. Luckily his voice remains relatively normal and he just sounds excited. If his mother could actually see him right now she would know something was up. She also, quite possibly, would be able to guess what was really going on.
Clark turns off the phone and then walks over to where I'm standing. He hands the phone back to me. "Geez," he says softly, "that was just wrong. I can still feel your hands on me and I'm talking to my mother. Yuck."
I smile and reach up to kiss him. "Just be happy I was over here and not actually touching you."
"Yeah," Clark says and shudders.
I place the phone back in my pocket "If we're going out for lunch, we should leave now."
Clark nods and then walks with me over to the closet to retrieve his coat. I reach in, grab Clark's coat and pass it to him. He shrugs it on and then looks down at me expectantly. I reach into my pocket, palm my keys and toss them to Clark. He looks confused.
"You're driving," I tell him with a grin.
"But I don't know where we're going," he protests.
"I'll give you directions," I say with a shrug. I know he's still worried about the car but I'm not. I still think Clark's a safer driver than I am.
"Lex," Clark protests, "what if something happens?"
"It won't. I trust you," I tell him simply. Mostly. I mostly trust him. Maybe not to tell me the truth, but definitely to keep me safe. I know Clark would do everything in his considerable power to keep me safe, no matter what.
Clark looks down at the keys in his hand and then back up into my eyes. He's reading me to see if what I'm saying is the truth. "Okay," he says eventually.
I nod. Good. I've never liked driving in the city anyhow. It's too much stop and go and you can't go at anything near a decent speed. There's also something strangely liberating about giving up this little piece of control to Clark, if only for a little while.
The leery, discontented feeling starts deep in my stomach shortly after we leave the restaurant. It's telling me strongly that something isn't right, that something is going to go terribly wrong in the next few hours. It's so strong that I almost tell Clark to drive us back to the hotel so that we can hole up and be alone for the remainder of the day. I can't though. I'm a Luthor, we don't retreat, we meet adversity head on and fuck the consequences of that strategy. I think Clark can tell that I am off kilter because he keeps looking at me like he's worried that something is wrong. He doesn't say anything though; just lets me keep my own council on my feelings. I'm so thankful for his ability to know when not to demand things from me that I can't give.
We arrive at the stadium and I direct Clark to the parking reserved for Luthor Corp. There's a security guard at the entrance and he stops Clark but flags us through when he sees that I'm with him. He even apologizes for the inconvenience. I don't think that Clark quite knows what to say because he looks surprised for a moment then tells the man that it was no trouble. Eventually we park and I'm able to get out of the car.
The ground is solid under my feet and I sigh softly in relief. Solid ground feels so good right now. It steadies me and helps to settle the rolling in my stomach. It's been a long time since I've had this kind of apprehension and whenever I do it's never good.
I must have stood here longer than I thought because suddenly I realize that Clark is standing next to me with his hand resting gently on my shoulder. "Are you okay, Lex?" he asks me. His voice is full of concern and caring. He makes me feel safe and it's his voice that drives out the last of the rolling in my stomach. Clark will keep me safe.
"Yes, I'm fine," I tell him with certainty.
I step away from the car and close the door behind me. Clark hands over my keys with a smile and I press the button that locks the car. Without thinking about it too much, I reach out and take Clark's hand. He seems slightly startled but doesn't pull back. I don't let go. We walk across the parking lot and towards the elevators hand in hand. I can see him grinning like an idiot beside me. I'm happy, he's happy, that's all that matters in this moment.
It only takes seconds for the elevator to arrive after I push the call button. We climb in I press the button for level 4, which is where the box seating it located. Clark's hand is warm in mine and I squeeze it gently as the elevator moves upwards. He smiles at me and then leans down to kiss me gently.
"Thank you for bringing me," he says as he pulls away from me.
"I'm just glad your parents agreed," I tell him with a wry smile and he smiles back at me.
The elevator stops moving and before the doors open Clark gently extracts his hand from my grip. We haven't talked about this, but he's probably right, it's best not to tempt fate as far as our relationship is concerned. I could know a lot of the people we will encounter this afternoon. Some of them will be more than happy to report back to my father about my indiscretions with Clark. I look up at Clark and nod. Once again he's thinking of my best interest before what he wants for himself. I wonder how he became so selfless.
"Lex," someone calls to me almost immediately as we get off the elevator. I groan because I think I recognize the voice of Beth Moore, a rather annoying daughter of yet another business associate of my father. Her family is in the shipping and transport business and my father has a large contract with them to move our crap all over the country. The company is moderately sized, but not well enough managed to generate the kind of profits it could. Her father thinks the best way to grow his company is to merge it with another and there's no better way to do that then to get Beth married off to some rich heir and leave the company to the grandkid. So Beth is looking to 'marry up' as the saying goes and as such she often shows up at our social functions. I'm sure I'm somewhere near the top of her list of candidates.
I stop moving and turn around to face her. She's wearing a light blue knee-length dress that's tight at the top and loose at the bottom. Her golden blonde hair is curling gently around her face. She's definitely a beautiful girl and at any other time I probably would have felt attracted to her, but now it all seems so fake. I know all the sweetness and light and beauty is just an artifice to attract the right sort of man and to keep him once he's caught.
"Hello, Beth," I greet her as she moves up to stand next to me.
"I haven't seen you at a game for ages, Lex," she says with a slight twittering laugh and a bat of her eyes that makes me want to laugh. I refrain though. I wonder when exactly was the last time that she had seen me at a game. I rarely come, basketball is not really my thing and when I have in the past it usually been at the demand of my father to entertain someone's kid.
"No, I can't imagine that you have," I tell her with a distinct lack of interest in my voice. I hope that she'll get the idea and leave.
Beth just smiles up at me. She reaches out and places one of her hands on my arm, the other flutters up to her mouth. She covers it as if she's going to tell me a secret and doesn't want anyone else to hear. "Is it true that your father sent you out to the middle of nowhere to run one of his plants?"
I shrug and gently extract my arm from her grip. "I'm running the plant in Smallville, yes," I tell her. I decide that it's time to move the conversation along and then leave. She's starting to annoy me. I place my hand on Clark's shoulder and draw him forward. "This is my friend, Clark," I tell her. "Clark, Beth Moore, another friend."
"Hello," Clark greets her with his sweet smile and reaches out to shake her hand.
"Oh," Beth twitters some more and then reaches out to shake Clark's hand in greeting. "Do you have a last name, Clark?" she asks. I almost groan when I realize what she's playing at. She knows she'll never get me, so she's going to work on him for a bit.
"Kent," Clark supplies without thinking.
"Oh, I don't think I know that name. What does your family do, Clark?" Beth asks him with another annoying bat of her eyes. She's still holding Clark's hand.
I clear my throat. "Clark's family is in agriculture," I tell Beth quickly and then turn to my lover. "Clark, I think it's time to go," I tell him seriously. I will Clark to understand my need to get away from Beth. He just looks at me with a vaguely irritated expression on his face and then nods.
"Ah, Lex," Beth complains, "I'm just meeting your friend." She reaches out and wraps her arm around Clark's then turns her pouty eyes on him. She thinks she will be able to win him over with her wiles. I can't imagine that she will.
"I know, Beth, but we need to meet up with some people. I don't want to keep them waiting," I tell her. I've stopped trying to be polite. She's pissing me off and the fact that she's touching Clark isn't helping my mood. I feel like staking a claim and dragging him away.
"Why don't you go on, Lex? I'm sure that Clark can catch up to you later," Beth says and smiles broadly at Clark.
Clark clears his throat and I can tell that he's uncomfortable. "I think I should probably go with Lex," Clark says. His voice is soft and when I look at him I'm not surprised to see that he's blushing gently. Clark's really not used to people finding him attractive and I have no idea why that is. All the girls in Smallville must be blind not to see his beauty. I'm not complaining about their lack on interest though.
Beth pouts prettily at Clark and Clark manages to smile apologetically at her but still removes his arm from her vice-like grip. Good boy, Clark. Now if we can just get away from Beth without creating too much more of a scene.
"Do you have to go?"
I can't believe she's still trying. It should be obvious to her by now that I'm trying to get us both away from her. "I'm afraid so," I tell Beth firmly and take Clark's elbow to guide him down the hallway.
"I'm sorry," Clark tells her politely before following me.
Don't encourage her, Clark. That's all she needs to feel like she's been invited to worm her way into your attentions the next time we see her at some type of function. Not that she'd be too interested once she found out that Clark doesn't exactly measure up to her 'standards' of a suitable man. Maybe I should somehow let it get back to her who Clark is. I wonder who I can call to get that done.
Clark none too gently pulls his elbow from my grasp as soon as we're out of Beth's sight. I snap out of my thoughts and turn to look at my young friend. Clark isn't happy; I know that right away. What I don't know is why he isn't happy. I raise an eyebrow at him in question.
"You're embarrassed of my family," Clark accuses me. His voice is hushed. Apparently he doesn't want other people to know that we're arguing. That's probably for the best.
"No," I say louder than I had intended.
"Then what was that about? My family isn't in agriculture, Lex. We're farmers. I'm a farmer. You know soil, planting, harvesting, cows?"
I sigh. Who knew Clark would be so touchy about this? "Clark, I just..." I sigh again. How do I do this without making him more upset? "Look, Beth is one of those people who is really conscious of class distinctions. I just... I just didn't want her to say something to you that would have made you feel badly."
Clark looks at me like he hadn't considered that as a possible reason for my action. "I'm not ashamed of what my parents do," he tells me fervently.
"I know."
"And I think that I can deal with whatever might be said to me," he continues.
"You don't know these people, Clark. They aren't like you."
"I know. You keep reminding me."
This is not getting any better. We're supposed to be here to have a good time, not to fight about stupid things like Beth and her idiotic quest for the perfect husband. "I didn't mean it like that, Clark, and you know it," I protest sharply and reach out to grab his arm again. He allows me to stop him and turns around to face me.
"Then what did you mean?"
"These are not nice people, Clark. They will do whatever they need to get what they want."
"And what does Beth want?"
"A husband. A rich husband."
Clark pales a little bit. I think he maybe understands what is going on now. "I'm sixteen," Clark says with a little smile that makes me feel more relieved than I want to think about.
"She's the same age as me," I tell him.
"That's different," Clark tells me earnestly.
"How?" I ask. I'm distinctly curious as to how he thinks about our age difference. We've never really talked about the implications of it other than the legal issues.
Clark looks at me and opens his mouth to speak then seems to reconsider his words. Something flashes through his eyes but it's gone too quickly for me to register what it is. "You don't want to marry me," Clark says with a shrug and another laugh. It's supposed to be a joke. I don't know why it doesn't feel funny, but it doesn't.
"No, I guess I don't," I say in response.
We're just around the corner from where our box is located so I lead us the rest of the way there and we go inside. I spoke with stadium management earlier in the week and asked that they not assign any staff to our box so when we go inside no one is waiting for us. We're alone. I thought that would be best knowing how uncomfortable Clark is around my servants. He will need to get used to it eventually, if he plans on stayed with me, since I have no intention of giving up my help permanently. I'm willing to give him some time though and being alone with Clark is definitely no hardship.
We sit down in the plush seats of the box. Clark leans over and kisses me. His tongue slides into my mouth and runs over top of my own tongue. I return his kiss and the tongue caress. He moans softly and reaches out to slide his hand up under my shirt. Oh, that's so tempting, but I really do want to watch the game with him and I'm still worried about the bad feeling I had earlier.
"Not now, Gorgeous," I tell him and push him away gently.
"Why not?" Clark pouts.
"Because we're here to watch the game, not make out. That's what the hotel room is for tonight," I tell him with a smile.
Clark studies me, but eventually nods his acceptance. "Okay," he tells me. I can tell he's disappointed that he has to wait. I silently promise to make his patience worthwhile.
Before the game starts, I get up and grab us a couple of drinks from the small fridge behind the bar. I told the stadium staff to leave water for me and coke for Clark. The water isn't my usual brand, it's some domestic crap, but it's good enough for now. I'm not going to make a scene about it, not with Clark here anyhow. I'll call them on Monday. I pick up a bottle of water and a can of coke for Clark and then head back to my seat.
The game is predictable but Clark seems to enjoy it nonetheless. Metropolis has been having a great season and is definitely the favorite. Half way through the game it's pretty obvious that our team is going to win by a fairly large margin and they don't disappoint the fans. Clark watches the game and I watch Clark and the game, alternatively. If I need to pick which one is more interesting, it would definitely be him.
The game ends and nothing happens. My feeling of dread doesn't seem to have come to fruition. I'm not sure if that comforts or terrifies me. I've never been wrong before when I've gotten that feeling. All I can think is that something has happened that I haven't noticed.
We arrive back at the hotel just after six. Clark and I are walking close together, closer than is strictly proper, but not so close that it can't be explained away as the actions of good friends if it needs to be. Our fingers brush together as we walk. We walk past the front desk and head towards the elevator that will take us up to our rooms.
"Mr. Luthor?" one of the desk employees calls after me and I turn to see what he wants.
"Yes?"
"Someone dropped this off earlier, they said it was urgent," the man says. He reaches down and pulls a large manila envelope from behind the desk.
I nod and walk over to take it from him. "Thank you," I say. I can't imagine what it is. No one except my father, my assistant David and Clark's parents know that I'm here.
"What is it?" Clark asks me as we walk over to the elevator.
I press the call button and then look down at the envelope in my hands. I turn it over a couple times. There's nothing written on it. It's thin and feels like it has only a couple of pieces of paper in it.
"I'm not sure," I tell him with a shrug.
The elevator car arrives almost immediately and Clark and I step in. We're joined in the car by a young couple and an elderly gentleman. We stand at the back since all of them will be getting off before us. They politely ignore our conversation.
"Business?" Clark asks.
"Maybe. But whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow. I'm busy tonight," I tell him with a smile. My voice is perhaps a little more suggestive than I intended because the young woman turns to look speculatively at us. I catch her eye, but she just smiles softly and turns away.
The elevator stops on the fourth floor and the old man gets out. The doors close and we continue our climb towards our penthouse.
"I thought that desk guy said it was urgent," Clark points out.
I smile coolly. "It's probably from my father. He thinks everything is more important than it really is. Remember what I told you the other day about how he is? I don't want to get stuck playing his games tonight."
"Oh," Clark says and nods. I refuse to play. Clark and I deserve tonight. My father has no right to take it away.
The young couple gets out of the elevator on nine and then Clark and I are alone in the car. I reach over and take his hand, then draw him towards me. I thread my fingers through his thick hair and kiss him deeply, my tongue dipping into his mouth. "Besides," I say as I pull away and start to nuzzle his neck, "I believe we have an appointment with that bathtub you liked so much."
"Oh yeah," Clark moans and bucks against me. I can feel his long cock pressing into my leg. Again it amazes me that he can get so hard so quickly. "I almost forgot."
I laugh softly. I don't know how. I've been thinking about wet, naked Clark all afternoon. My hand is still in his hair and I run my fingers through the silky strands. Clark moans happily and leans into the caress. I smile and kiss him softly. He's so beautiful.
The elevator stops and the door opens. We've reached our floor. I kiss Clark one more time and then step out into the hallway. He follows me. We laugh as we rush down the short hallway to the door of our suite. I pull the keycard out of my pocket and run it through the lock. The door opens and we tumble inside. I toss the envelope on the small table by the door and then start pulling at Clark's clothing.
I get the zipper of Clark's jacket open without too much difficulty and push the heavy fabric down off his shoulders. He shrugs out of it and then starts his own work on the buttons of my jacket. While he's working on that, I run my hands down his cloth-covered chest. My hands travel underneath the bottom of his sweater and I tug harshly at the t-shirt he's wearing under it. Clark eventually finishes with the buttons on my jacket, maybe I should have undone them myself, and I pull back slightly so that I can shrug out it. It falls in a heap on the floor next to Clark's.
I lean forward and up and lock my mouth onto his. My hands return to the task of pulling his shirt from his pants. He starts the job of undoing the buttons of my dress shirt. After what feels like forever, I get his shirt pulled from his jeans and my fingers finally encounter his smooth, soft skin. I groan into his mouth as I run my fingers over the hard muscles of his abdomen.
"Damn," Clark mutters against my mouth and I look down to see that he's pulled one of the buttons off my shirt. Oh well, nothing that can't be fixed or replaced.
"It's okay," I whisper and then place my mouth back over his. I reach down and undo the buttons myself. My fingers work deftly and I quickly get them all open. I pull back slightly, but don't break contact with his mouth, and slip out of the shirt. I still have another shirt on underneath. It's a long sleeved t-shirt. I'm not quite ready yet to break contact with him so that I can take it off.
I continue to kiss Clark deeply. My tongue slides into his mouth, runs over his teeth and then rubs softly against the top of his mouth. Clark groans and thrusts against me. His arms tighten around me, he pulls me close and suddenly he takes control of the kiss. His tongue plunges deeply into my mouth and duels with mine. His lips work hard against mine and I know they'll be bruised come morning.
Clark's the one who breaks the kiss. He pulls away from me and looks around frantically. "I need... I need..." he mutters. He doesn't know what he needs.
"It's okay, Clark," I tell him gently and place my hand on his arm to try and calm him. I don't know why, but I didn't expect him to become this aroused this quickly. "Breathe," I tell him and he does. He breathes in deeply and then exhales. It seems to calm him enough to get back in control.
I smile and push him backwards, moving us both towards the bathroom and the tub. I pull off my shirt as we move and Clark seems to get the idea because he pulls off both his sweater and his t-shirt in one tug. Our clothing falls on the floor, making a small trail from the door to the bathroom.
We enter the bathroom and I turn the lights on. They're on a dimmer and I turn them up about half way, enough so that I can see what I'm doing, but low enough to add a hint of romance to the whole thing. "Sit down," I suggest to Clark and gesture to the small bench located next to the tub. He sits and watches me as I perch on the side and turn on the water.
I run the water until it's just the right temperature and then place the plug in the drain and let it fill. There's a little tray sitting on the side with shampoos, conditioners, lotions and such. A couple of the little plastic bottles contain bubble bath. I turn to look back at Clark and find him watching me intently. I smile and he blushes slightly.
"Bubbles?" I ask him and hold up one of the plastic bottles as an example.
He smiles and nods eagerly. He looks too much like a little boy with that expression on his face and I have to look away just for a minute to remind myself that he's definitely old enough to be here. "Strawberry or peach?" I ask him after reading the labels off the bottles.
"Strawberry," Clark says softly. It almost sounds like the words are stuck in his throat and I assume that he's so turned on that he can barely speak.
I nod and pour the soapy liquid into the water under the tap. The bubbles start forming almost immediately and a rich strawberry smell fills the air. I turn to look back at Clark.
"Come here," I tell him.
He nods and then stands up and walks over to me. He stands in front of me and looks down with a hint of shyness on his face. It shocks me that he can still look like a little boy after all this time. He's anything but innocent.
I reach out and run my fingers over his stomach. His muscles flutter under my touch. I love that feeling. I lean forward and lay my lips on his skin. I lick gently at his stomach. His skin is slightly salty. I run my tongue across his stomach and around his belly button. Clark groans loudly and moves slightly closer to me. I smile against his stomach. I continue to circle his belly button with my tongue and eventually slip it inside. The little hole tastes intensely like Clark and I can't help but moan my pleasure.
I move my tongue in and out of his belly button, fucking it gently. Clark grabs onto my shoulders to stabilize himself and then starts to thrust gently against me. I reach up and gently stroke his cock through his pants and he cries out my name. I smile and pull back. I reach around me and turn off the water filling the tub so that it doesn't overflow before we're ready to get in.
"Let's get you out of these, hey?" I ask him and begin undoing his belt.
Clark just hums his approval and makes no move to stop me. Ah, he's gone non-verbal already. I can expect just grunts and moans from him until after he comes. I plan on getting him off before we get in the tub so that we can make the experience last longer than a few minutes.
I open his pants and then push them down his long legs. I reach out and gently run one finger down the length of his erection that's still bound by his underwear. He shudders and groans. I smile and finally hook my fingers under the waistband and draw down his briefs. His cock jumps free and bumps me on the cheek. He's so hot. Clark steps back for a moment, kicks off his pants and briefs and reaches down to pull off his socks. When he's done, I place my hands on either side of his hips and draw him back towards me.
I reach out with my tongue and lick along his length. He moans and pushes closer to me. I hold him tightly and the pressure on his hips reminds him not to thrust too hard. My hands slide around his body to rest on his back just above his ass, my thumbs stay hooked on his hipbones. I open my mouth and draw him deep inside. He gasps and his hands move from my shoulders to the top of my head. They grip compulsively on my scalp before settling, one on the top and one at the back.
I run my tongue up and down his length and suck gently. He's moaning loudly and his hands are gripping my head a little harder than is actually comfortable. I know that he's close. I release my hold on him just a little and he knows that's the signal that he can start thrusting into my mouth. Clark rocks gently in and out of my mouth. I flick my tongue against the head of his cock on the outstroke and he cries out. His cry makes my cock jump and I realize for the first time how hard I am.
I remove one of my hands from his back and reach down to touch my own cock. I moan as my fingers run along my length and Clark shudders again. God, I think that I'm just as close as he is. How didn't I notice that until now? I deftly undo my pants and reach in to pull my cock out. I wrap my fingers around myself and begin pumping up and down in time to Clark's thrusts into my mouth. God, this is good.
I moan again and that's it. Clark's over the edge, crying out my name and spilling his hot come into my mouth. I close my eyes, trying to keep control just a little bit longer, but it doesn't work. I come right after him, crying out almost as loudly as he did. My come flows over my hand and down onto the floor. Most of Clark's come slides down my throat but some leaks out of my mouth. I wasn't able to swallow all of it before crying out.
I look up at him and see his eyes on my face. Clark smiles, pulls his softening cock from my mouth and kneels down next to me on the floor. "Thank you," he says softly then leans in and licks my face gently before kissing me deeply.
"You're definitely welcome," I tell him after he finishes tasting my mouth and pulls back.
Clark smiles and then reaches down to pull the rest of my clothing off. I let him undress me without protest. I always like it when he decides to take the initiative. He's doing it a lot more lately now that he has an idea of what I like. When we're both naked, we stand up and climb into the warm water together.
Clark sits back against the wall of the tub and pulls me over to sit in front of him and between his legs. We're both feeling pretty relaxed and the warm water feels great against my skin. I sigh happily and lean back into his strong chest. His arms come to wrap around me and he starts his humming noise again.
"Don't fall asleep," I tell him gently and run my fingers down his wet chest. I curl around slowly so that I'm leaning against him sideways. I pick up a handful of bubbles and start to draw swirls on his chest.
Clark laughs softly. "I think you're underestimating the effect you have on me, Lex, if you think I'm falling asleep anytime soon." He gently bucks up and presses his hips into my side. I can feel his semi-hard cock digging into my hip.
I smile. "Good. I wouldn't want to be losing my touch."
"Nope."
Clark reaches out and grabs one of the washcloths off the side of the tub. I'm not sure what he's planning on doing with it, but then he places it in the water, brings it up and starts washing my back. It's surprisingly nice. Comforting and intimate in a way that I don't think I ever have been with any partner in the past. "Is this okay?" he asks softly as he continues washing and moves the cloth around to my front.
"Very much so," I tell him. My hand is still on his chest tracing through the suds I've placed there.
He continues to wash me and I relax even more against his chest. I'm not sure when or why I allowed him to take over this little seduction, but I don't seem to care. I feel safe, cared for and loved. He loves me. I know that and that's why it's okay to be this vulnerable with him. Maybe, just maybe, he can teach me enough about love to allow me to love him back. God, would that be a feat or what?
Eventually he's finished. I'm all clean, all the way down to the bottoms of my feet. He wrings out the cloth and places it back on the side of the tub. I reach up and kiss him softly. We cuddle together in the water for a while longer. When my hands start shriveling up and the water turns cold, I know it's time to get out. I tell Clark so and he agrees. We climb out together and I drain the water.
I grab one of the fluffy white towels provided by the hotel and start drying Clark off. He gets the idea and starts doing the same to me with his own towel. That's all it takes to take the two of us from lazily content to incredibly horny again. Clark's cock is hard and completely erect. I'm not far behind him in that department.
"Insatiable," I say softly as I draw the soft towel across his chest one more time.
He laughs slightly and just drops his eyes to look down at me. I follow his gaze. I'm about halfway to being fully erect. I just shrug and smile cheekily.
Clark drops his towel and runs his fingers down my arm. "Your skin is so smooth," he tells me like he's just discovering it for the first time. It's one of the few benefits of not having any hair; my skin feels like a newborn's. He leans down to drop a kiss on my mouth. I have a feeling that he intended the kiss to be gentle, but it quickly becomes demanding. Our bodies rub together and our cocks meet. We both gasp.
"Bedroom," I say sharply and Clark nods his agreement.
We cross the living room and head straight to the bedroom. He enters before me. I follow and close the door behind us. When I turn to look at him, he's sitting on the edge of the bed. He manages to look both excited and nervous at the same time. I know we both have expectations of this evening and most of them center on this room. It's normal for him to feel nervous, but the excitement in his eyes lets me know that he's still ready to go ahead with what we had planned.
I move to stand beside him and gesture for him to stand up. He does and I pull back the covers on the bed. Having sex on top of a comforter has never been something I particularly enjoy. Besides, I know how soft the sheets will be on this bed and I would much prefer that feeling against my skin. Once the sheets are turned down, I roll us both onto the bed.
We end up in the middle of the bed. We're both laughing softly and Clark's on top of me. His cock is digging into my stomach. It's almost painful, but not in an all-together bad way. I decide to leave it for now. Clark leans down and kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. We kiss for several long moments. Eventually I roll us over so that we're lying side to side.
"Do you still want to fuck me, Clark?" I murmur into his ear.
He shudders in what I can only assume is anticipation and nods.
"Tell me, Clark," I prod him. I need to hear the words. This is a big step and the same way I needed to confirm consent with him the first time we had sex, I need to confirm it now. I don't want him feeling coerced into this and then regretting it later. Besides, I know that hearing the words will turn me on.
"Yes," he breathes.
"Say it," I encourage.
Clark looks away from me. He's silent for a long moment before looking back at me and meeting my eyes. "I want to fuck you," Clark tells me softly but with absolute certainty behind the words. It's damned sexy.
I smile and nod at him. "Of course, Clark," I say.
I roll over to the night table beside the bed and pull open the top drawer. I asked the hotel to make sure that there would be supplies in that drawer and I find that they haven't disappointed me. I pull out the small bottle of lube that's been left there and pass it over to Clark. He blushes slightly, but accepts it without comment.
"Do you want a condom?" I ask him.
He seems a little startled by my question. "I thought..." he says and then trails off before he can finish his thought.
I have a good idea of what he's thinking though. We've talked about this before. I know that he's clean, he's never been with anyone before me, and although I thought I was too, I had made sure I was tested as soon as we started our relationship. So, we knew we were both clean and we had decided together to forego condoms when we sucked each other off. There are other concerns with anal sex, though, and if Clark wants to use a condom I don't really have any problems with that.
"You decided that you didn't want me to wear a condom when I was in your mouth, and you know I was happy about that, but this is different. Sometimes sex this way can get messy and some people like using condoms to avoid the mess." I explain to him.
"Oh," Clark says. He sounds thoughtful. I let him think about that for a few minutes. He needs to make the decision that is right for him here. "What do you do?" he asks me eventually.
I shake my head and smile softly at him. "You need to decide for yourself then I will tell you what I decided for myself."
Clark doesn't look too happy about that but he nods. "I don't think I want to," he tells me after another minute.
"Are you sure?" I ask him seriously.
"Yes, I'm sure," he tells me. He sounds much more confidant this time. "I don't want to wear a condom."
"Okay," say with a nod and a smile and then reach over to push the drawer closed. That done, I roll back up onto my side to press my chest against his again.
"Are you going to tell me now?"
"Yes," I tell him. "Usually I do, but with you, when you're ready, I think no." I tap him on the nose and lean in to kiss him. When I pull back, he's smiling broadly. My answer has made him happy, made him feel special. He is and he should feel it.
I roll over onto my back and then look up at him. "You ready?" I ask him and tap the small bottle that he's holding in his right hand.
Clark smiles shyly and nods. I return his smile and then spread my legs so that he can come and kneel between them. He climbs over my leg and settles on the mattress between my knees. I suspect he has a good idea of what to do, Clark's a smart kid and I know he has internet access at home, he must have thought about this before now, so I don't offer any suggestions as to what to do.
"Shouldn't you be on your stomach?" Clark asks me softly.
"I want to see you," I tell him. "Don't worry. It will be okay."
Clark nods and then flips open the top of the bottle in his hand. He's shaking a little and too much of the viscous liquid squirts out onto his fingers. I move one of my feet to caress his side gently and he looks down into my eyes. "It's okay," I tell him. I grab a Kleenex from the bedside table and hand it to him and then reach out to take the bottle from him. He passes it to me and wipes off his hand. When he's done, he drops the Kleenex onto the floor beside the bed. I gesture for him to hold his hand out and then I squeeze the correct amount of lube into his palm.
"Thank you," he whispers.
I just nod and then lay back down into the pillows. It was no big deal and the problem was easily remedied, he shouldn't be embarrassed although I know that he probably is. I pull my knees up to give him better access and then feel a tentative finger touch me just behind my balls.
Clark runs his finger slowly down from my balls to the small pucker that marks the entrance into my body. He touches me gently there like he's afraid that he will hurt me. I thrust up against his finger and it just barely slips into my body. I hiss and shiver and the sensation. Clark pulls his hand away quickly.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks with a shaky voice.
"No," I tell him. I hear my voice break. "Don't stop."
Clark smiles then. He understands that I like what he was doing. He reaches back down to touch me again. This time he's not afraid of hurting me. He runs his finger in a small circle around my entrance and then gently slips his finger inside. I groan and arch into his hand. Clark slides his finger in deeper. He starts moving it around slowly and then gently massages me inside for a few moments. Eventually he pulls his finger out gently and returns with a second. His fingers are large and two of them feel a lot like three of anyone else's. I feel full and it feels so good.
That's when Clark hits my prostate and I buck up against him. I cry out his name and close my eyes as the waves of pleasure run through my body. It's never been quite like that before. When I open my eyes again and look at Clark, I see him smiling at me and looking quite pleased with himself.
Clark continues to move his fingers in and out of me for a couple more minutes before looking up at me for direction. He wants to know if I'm ready for him. Anyone else and I probably would be, but Clark's a big guy and his cock's the same way. "Three," I tell him with an encouraging nod.
Clark nods his understanding, draws his fingers out and then slowly returns with three. It hurts. I hiss and he can tell that it's not in pleasure this time. He stops moving, but doesn't pull out. Our eyes meet and I hold his to let him know that he's doing the right thing. I adjust my body around him and eventually feel myself relaxing. When I'm ready, I nod for him to continue. He pushes further up into my body and although it's not exactly comfortable, it doesn't hurt anymore. He moves his fingers in and out of my body until I'm relaxed and loose enough.
"I'm ready," I tell him when I am. He holds my eyes for a long minute and then nods slowly. His fingers slip from my body.
I pick up the little bottle of lube again and Clark holds his hand out to me. I squeeze a moderate amount out into his palm and smile broadly at him. He reaches down and applies the gel to his cock.
When he's done, he scoots up closer to me. I raise my legs and hook them over his shoulders. He's taller than me and it's almost uncomfortable, but it's okay. The head of his cock bumps up against me and I gasp. He's so hot and I'm so ready. Clark smiles down at me, guides his cock to my opening and slides in with one smooth motion. I cry out in pleasure and Clark laughs happily in response to my reaction.
He starts moving slowly and gradually builds up to a faster pace. It feels so good. I don't remember ever feeling quite this close to anyone ever before in my life. It's like we're one person, two souls in one body. I almost think I can feel what he's feeling, even though I know that's impossible. This is what I've been missing all this time, what people say about sex that I've never been able to understand. I think maybe... I think maybe this is what love is. Oh god.
Clark cries out and the sound snaps me out of my reflections. He's really pounding into me now. I look up and see that his eyes are closed and he looks like he's concentrating hard. He's close. I'm close.
I flex my muscles around him slightly. His eyes fly open. "Shit, Lex," he cries and thrusts into me one last time. I grin as he explodes deep inside me. The feeling of his hot come inside me is like nothing else and I follow him right over the edge.
After a couple of minutes, Clark slides out of me and crawls up my body. He latches his mouth onto mine and kisses me deeply. It's like he's frantic to taste me. I return his kiss with the same intensity. We moan into each other's mouths. Eventually I roll us over so that I can cuddle with him without feeling like his large body is crushing me. We kiss for long moment, our hands running over each other. I'm not sure how much time passes.
Eventually we pull away from each other. My mind hasn't quite caught up with my body yet, and I open my mouth and the last thing I ever expected comes tumbling out. "I think that maybe I love you, Clark," I whisper into his neck.
He wraps his arms tightly around me and I don't even have time to be mortified before he's returning my words. "I love you too, Lex," he tells me.
I can't believe I said it. I don't know if I'll be able to live up to it and the words scare me more than I want to admit. I can't say that I regret it, though, because I don't. In a way, I'm glad that it's out there between us.
Clark just holds me tightly to him. I close my eyes and feel myself drifting off into sleep. It feels so good to be sleeping in the arms of someone I really care about.
It isn't until the next morning right before we leave the hotel room that I remember about the envelope the desk clerk gave me the night before. Our bags are packed and I'm bringing them to set them next to the door so they'll be ready to go when we are. Clark's in the living room calling his parents to let them know we're leaving and that he'll be home in a few hours. I spot the envelope on the table and pick it up. I slit it open and reach in the draw out the papers inside. The top paper feels like a picture and I pull it out just in time to hear Clark's cry from the living room.
"What?" he shouts, presumably into the phone.
I look down at the picture and my heart stops. It's a picture of Clark and I at the game yesterday. We're kissing and his hand is inside my shirt. Fuck, I knew my feeling hadn't been wrong. The picture drops to the floor and I dash back into the living room.
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