Birthday CLex Fic for Rednihilist! "Smooth."
Smooth
Author: Lexalicious70
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: CLex
Genre: PWP, kink (silk).
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,797
Summary: Lex cleans out his closet; Clark benefits, and porn ensues.
A/N: This is for my buddy rednihilist, who wanted Clex for her birthday! I hope you find this to your liking. All the best for a wonderful day! All characters belong to the WB; they aren’t mine, etc, etc, ad nauseum. This is just for fun and to make a friend smile, not for profit. (Oh yes, and for porn. Sweet, sweet porn.) Feedback is adored! Also, I apologize, my friend, that this took so long! (Stupid RL!) I really hope you like it.
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Smooth
By Lexalicious70
“Lex? Hello?” Clark called as he paused cautiously at the door to Lex’s bedroom. He’d only been in there once before, briefly, the day Clark had come to the mansion to return the truck Lex had bought him. That had been about six months earlier, and since then, the thought of standing in that room again, and the possibilities it might bring, always brought heat to Clark’s cheeks. Even though he’d admitted it to no one, Clark knew he had very strong feelings for the enigmatic young billionaire, feelings that he prayed his perceptive friend hadn’t realized.
“In here, Clark!” Lex called from the cavernous depths of his walk-in closet. As Clark stepped further into the room, he saw several shirts flutter through the air and land on Lex’s big bed with its aubergine-colored duvet. Clark frowned as he watched the shirts land on the bed in shiny heaps.
“What are you doing?”
“Making room in my closet for a few things,” Lex said as he stepped out of the closet with another armful of shirts, which he added to the pile. Clark raised an eyebrow.
“You mean that closet actually has an ending to it?”
“It does, thank you very much, and since I’m expecting a delivery of new shirts that I ordered from Italy this week, I need to thin out my wardrobe.” Lex pulled the mirrored doors of the closet shut and regarded the pile on the bed with slight regret. “It’s a shame that they wouldn’t fit you, Clark.” Lex’s blue-grey eyes regarded the younger boy’s tall, broad frame in a lingering manner that brought heat to the back of Clark’s neck and his ears, and Clark was suddenly grateful for his slightly shaggy hair, which he hadn’t had cut in some time. “I’d let you have them if they would. Of course, I doubt your father would let you accept them. Gifts from Luthors and all that.” He gave Clark a wink, and Clark shuffled his feet a bit nervously.
“I’m sorry about that-”
“It’s all right, Clark,” Lex smiled and touched his arm as he passed by. “I’m teasing, and I shouldn’t.”
Clark shook his head and returned the smile as he looked over at the large pile of silk shirts. They shimmered under the lights, but not as much as they did when Lex wore them. When he did, the movement of his lithe body made them shift and ripple, as if they were lit from within. Lex always looked good in anything he wore, but the silk was Clark’s favorite.
“So, you’re getting new ones?”
Lex smiled.
“Quite a few, actually,” he said, and then glanced down as his cell phone buzzed in his pants’ pocket. He tugged it out, glanced at it, and then sighed.
“Sorry, Clark, I have to take this. Excuse me one moment,” Lex said as he walked out into the hall. Clark watched the bedroom door close partway behind his friend, and then he was alone in the bedroom. He glanced toward the pile of shirts and wandered over to them. After a moment’s hesitation, he reached out and touched the one on the top of the pile, a dove-grey shirt that was the exact shade of Lex’s eyes in low light. It felt like a sheet of warm water under his long fingers. A shudder of excitement rippled through him as he imagined touching the shirt with Lex in it, running his fingers down Lex’s lean chest. His cock stirred under his faded jeans and Clark bit his lower lip. He looked toward the door and saw no sign of Lex, so he lifted the shirt to his face. He inhaled deeply; there was the scent of dry cleaning chemicals and the fabric itself, but the shirt also carried Lex’s scent, something crisp and mildly musky and maybe a little wild, so different from the cheap detergent and Snuggle fabric softener that his mother used, so different from his own plain scents of cotton and sunlight.
Clark wondered how that scent would change if Lex was on top of him, drenched in salt and sex, his pale skin another kind of silk sliding against Clark’s own untried skin. Clark shuddered and his cock rose to its full, trembling hardness. His briefs became painfully tight as he rubbed the silk against his cheek, and his other hand strayed down to touch himself though his jeans. His eyes closed as he imagined it was Lex’s hand.
Let me touch you, Clark. I’ve always wanted to touch you.
A jagged, wavering moan escaped Clark’s throat and he palmed himself more firmly, his erection straining against the touch as it begged to be free from the confines of his jeans and underwear.
“Lex.” He hitched out the name and then bit his lower lip again. He never heard Lex’s cell phone click shut in the hallway. His erection twitched and leaked into his briefs as he rubbed the silk shirt over his cheek again and again. “Lex!”
A pair of warm, slender hands slid up under his hair from behind, carding through it, and Clark gasped as his eyes opened. Lex’s scent was close now, but it was mixed with arousal, a kind of damp heat that Clark always associated with nights alone in his loft with thoughts of Lex and a bottle of baby oil. He tried to turn, but Lex’s body arched up into his.
“Don’t,” Lex’s voice said in his ear. “Don’t move, it’s all right.” The shirt was tugged from his hands and Clark stood, trembling, as Lex’s hands slid down and unbuckled his belt. Practiced hands opened his fly, shoved the jeans and underwear down partway, and then-ohhh, ohh God! Clark’s eyes widened and his legs wobbled as a corner of the silk shirt encased his erection in soft, shifting fabric, carefully clenched closed by Lex’s hand. Clark’s head dropped back on Lex’s shoulder and his lean hips began a lazy roll that moved in time with Lex’s hand. The silk whispered and rustled as it passed over his erection again and again, leaving no inch of it free. Lex’s lips ghosted across Clark’s neck as he used the shirt to arouse his friend, and briefly used his free hand to unbuckle his own belt and undo his fly, freeing his own leaking erection, letting it bump against the cleft of Clark’s bare ass. Clark gave a low, hitching moan.
“Lex!” He gasped, and the roll of his hips became more insistent. Lex increased the speed of his strokes, making sure the silk didn’t slip away. Clark’s cock was like a hot steel rod under the smooth material. He lifted his own hips so the bump of his own cock turned into a slick sliding between the cleft of Clark’s ass, skin sliding against skin. Lex reached up and passed a hand over Clark’s chest from behind, palming the younger man’s stiff nipples under the thin fabric of his blue cotton tee, teasing the tight nubs with a slightly rougher sensation. Clark’s big frame began to alternately tense and tremble as he worked toward orgasm. Lex’s own erection dripped and jerked against Clark’s flushed skin.
“Come for me, Clark,” Lex whispered in his ear as he rolled one nipple between his fingers, and then another, as his left hand worked the silk even faster over Clark’s agonized erection. “You’re so fucking beautiful . . . come for me!”
Clark gave a strangled cry of pleasure as his whole body surged forward, and Lex slipped an arm around him to keep him from pulling away as he came, his flat belly going rigid, head dropping back again as he spurted hard into the silk material, wetting it so thoroughly that it turned two shades darker. Lex grinned and bit the exposed flesh of Clark’s neck, increasing the sensation of his orgasm even as his own cock jerked hard and Lex shot with a quiet groan, sending jets of come up Clark’s broad back. He bit Clark’s neck again and listened to the young man whimper as the sensations of the silk became too much for his hypersensitive cock. Lex took pity on him and dropped the shirt as the twitches of aftershock in his lean frame answered Clark’s own, like an echo. He let Clark go then, and his friend turned, his face still flushed. Lex looked up at him, panting hard, and Clark glanced down.
“I’m-”
“Don’t be.” Lex shook his head, knowing Clark well enough by now that any act of pleasure or desire fulfilled inevitably caused guilt in him. “Clark, it’s all right. I wanted it, too.” He reached up and touched Clark’s cheek. “I swear I did.”
Clark nodded and looked down at the grey shirt puddle at his feet, sodden with his issue.
“It’s just so soft. I’ve always wondered . . . and I’ve always wanted to touch, but-”
“You were afraid I’d turn you away?” Lex asked softly.
“I didn’t know what you’d think, Lex. But . . . I’m glad.” A small grin, a tiny shadow of his amazing smile, graced his features for a moment. “I’m glad you do, too. Um. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Clark. Lex leaned in and kissed Clark’s lips, which responded with a touch that was both inexperienced and eager. “I guess this is one gift you can’t return, hmm?”
“Lex!” Clark gave him a heartbreaking pout, and Lex laughed a little.
“All right, all right. But you know, Clark, I’ve always wondered, too.”
“About what?”
Lex smiled and fingered the hem of Clark’s cotton tee shirt.
“About cotton and flannel . . . and how they’d feel wrapped around me. How you’d feel wrapped around me.”
Clark touched Lex’s face, his skin like the silk he loved so much-smooth, soft, flawless.
“I don’t know. But something tells me we’re going to wear out my wardrobe to finding out.”
Lex chuckled as he leaned in to kiss Clark’s lips even as he made a mental note to cancel the disposal of his old shirts.
Maybe they had a lot of use left in them, after all.
FIN.
Author: Lexalicious70
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: CLex
Genre: PWP, kink (silk).
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,797
Summary: Lex cleans out his closet; Clark benefits, and porn ensues.
A/N: This is for my buddy rednihilist, who wanted Clex for her birthday! I hope you find this to your liking. All the best for a wonderful day! All characters belong to the WB; they aren’t mine, etc, etc, ad nauseum. This is just for fun and to make a friend smile, not for profit. (Oh yes, and for porn. Sweet, sweet porn.) Feedback is adored! Also, I apologize, my friend, that this took so long! (Stupid RL!) I really hope you like it.
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Smooth
By Lexalicious70
“Lex? Hello?” Clark called as he paused cautiously at the door to Lex’s bedroom. He’d only been in there once before, briefly, the day Clark had come to the mansion to return the truck Lex had bought him. That had been about six months earlier, and since then, the thought of standing in that room again, and the possibilities it might bring, always brought heat to Clark’s cheeks. Even though he’d admitted it to no one, Clark knew he had very strong feelings for the enigmatic young billionaire, feelings that he prayed his perceptive friend hadn’t realized.
“In here, Clark!” Lex called from the cavernous depths of his walk-in closet. As Clark stepped further into the room, he saw several shirts flutter through the air and land on Lex’s big bed with its aubergine-colored duvet. Clark frowned as he watched the shirts land on the bed in shiny heaps.
“What are you doing?”
“Making room in my closet for a few things,” Lex said as he stepped out of the closet with another armful of shirts, which he added to the pile. Clark raised an eyebrow.
“You mean that closet actually has an ending to it?”
“It does, thank you very much, and since I’m expecting a delivery of new shirts that I ordered from Italy this week, I need to thin out my wardrobe.” Lex pulled the mirrored doors of the closet shut and regarded the pile on the bed with slight regret. “It’s a shame that they wouldn’t fit you, Clark.” Lex’s blue-grey eyes regarded the younger boy’s tall, broad frame in a lingering manner that brought heat to the back of Clark’s neck and his ears, and Clark was suddenly grateful for his slightly shaggy hair, which he hadn’t had cut in some time. “I’d let you have them if they would. Of course, I doubt your father would let you accept them. Gifts from Luthors and all that.” He gave Clark a wink, and Clark shuffled his feet a bit nervously.
“I’m sorry about that-”
“It’s all right, Clark,” Lex smiled and touched his arm as he passed by. “I’m teasing, and I shouldn’t.”
Clark shook his head and returned the smile as he looked over at the large pile of silk shirts. They shimmered under the lights, but not as much as they did when Lex wore them. When he did, the movement of his lithe body made them shift and ripple, as if they were lit from within. Lex always looked good in anything he wore, but the silk was Clark’s favorite.
“So, you’re getting new ones?”
Lex smiled.
“Quite a few, actually,” he said, and then glanced down as his cell phone buzzed in his pants’ pocket. He tugged it out, glanced at it, and then sighed.
“Sorry, Clark, I have to take this. Excuse me one moment,” Lex said as he walked out into the hall. Clark watched the bedroom door close partway behind his friend, and then he was alone in the bedroom. He glanced toward the pile of shirts and wandered over to them. After a moment’s hesitation, he reached out and touched the one on the top of the pile, a dove-grey shirt that was the exact shade of Lex’s eyes in low light. It felt like a sheet of warm water under his long fingers. A shudder of excitement rippled through him as he imagined touching the shirt with Lex in it, running his fingers down Lex’s lean chest. His cock stirred under his faded jeans and Clark bit his lower lip. He looked toward the door and saw no sign of Lex, so he lifted the shirt to his face. He inhaled deeply; there was the scent of dry cleaning chemicals and the fabric itself, but the shirt also carried Lex’s scent, something crisp and mildly musky and maybe a little wild, so different from the cheap detergent and Snuggle fabric softener that his mother used, so different from his own plain scents of cotton and sunlight.
Clark wondered how that scent would change if Lex was on top of him, drenched in salt and sex, his pale skin another kind of silk sliding against Clark’s own untried skin. Clark shuddered and his cock rose to its full, trembling hardness. His briefs became painfully tight as he rubbed the silk against his cheek, and his other hand strayed down to touch himself though his jeans. His eyes closed as he imagined it was Lex’s hand.
Let me touch you, Clark. I’ve always wanted to touch you.
A jagged, wavering moan escaped Clark’s throat and he palmed himself more firmly, his erection straining against the touch as it begged to be free from the confines of his jeans and underwear.
“Lex.” He hitched out the name and then bit his lower lip again. He never heard Lex’s cell phone click shut in the hallway. His erection twitched and leaked into his briefs as he rubbed the silk shirt over his cheek again and again. “Lex!”
A pair of warm, slender hands slid up under his hair from behind, carding through it, and Clark gasped as his eyes opened. Lex’s scent was close now, but it was mixed with arousal, a kind of damp heat that Clark always associated with nights alone in his loft with thoughts of Lex and a bottle of baby oil. He tried to turn, but Lex’s body arched up into his.
“Don’t,” Lex’s voice said in his ear. “Don’t move, it’s all right.” The shirt was tugged from his hands and Clark stood, trembling, as Lex’s hands slid down and unbuckled his belt. Practiced hands opened his fly, shoved the jeans and underwear down partway, and then-ohhh, ohh God! Clark’s eyes widened and his legs wobbled as a corner of the silk shirt encased his erection in soft, shifting fabric, carefully clenched closed by Lex’s hand. Clark’s head dropped back on Lex’s shoulder and his lean hips began a lazy roll that moved in time with Lex’s hand. The silk whispered and rustled as it passed over his erection again and again, leaving no inch of it free. Lex’s lips ghosted across Clark’s neck as he used the shirt to arouse his friend, and briefly used his free hand to unbuckle his own belt and undo his fly, freeing his own leaking erection, letting it bump against the cleft of Clark’s bare ass. Clark gave a low, hitching moan.
“Lex!” He gasped, and the roll of his hips became more insistent. Lex increased the speed of his strokes, making sure the silk didn’t slip away. Clark’s cock was like a hot steel rod under the smooth material. He lifted his own hips so the bump of his own cock turned into a slick sliding between the cleft of Clark’s ass, skin sliding against skin. Lex reached up and passed a hand over Clark’s chest from behind, palming the younger man’s stiff nipples under the thin fabric of his blue cotton tee, teasing the tight nubs with a slightly rougher sensation. Clark’s big frame began to alternately tense and tremble as he worked toward orgasm. Lex’s own erection dripped and jerked against Clark’s flushed skin.
“Come for me, Clark,” Lex whispered in his ear as he rolled one nipple between his fingers, and then another, as his left hand worked the silk even faster over Clark’s agonized erection. “You’re so fucking beautiful . . . come for me!”
Clark gave a strangled cry of pleasure as his whole body surged forward, and Lex slipped an arm around him to keep him from pulling away as he came, his flat belly going rigid, head dropping back again as he spurted hard into the silk material, wetting it so thoroughly that it turned two shades darker. Lex grinned and bit the exposed flesh of Clark’s neck, increasing the sensation of his orgasm even as his own cock jerked hard and Lex shot with a quiet groan, sending jets of come up Clark’s broad back. He bit Clark’s neck again and listened to the young man whimper as the sensations of the silk became too much for his hypersensitive cock. Lex took pity on him and dropped the shirt as the twitches of aftershock in his lean frame answered Clark’s own, like an echo. He let Clark go then, and his friend turned, his face still flushed. Lex looked up at him, panting hard, and Clark glanced down.
“I’m-”
“Don’t be.” Lex shook his head, knowing Clark well enough by now that any act of pleasure or desire fulfilled inevitably caused guilt in him. “Clark, it’s all right. I wanted it, too.” He reached up and touched Clark’s cheek. “I swear I did.”
Clark nodded and looked down at the grey shirt puddle at his feet, sodden with his issue.
“It’s just so soft. I’ve always wondered . . . and I’ve always wanted to touch, but-”
“You were afraid I’d turn you away?” Lex asked softly.
“I didn’t know what you’d think, Lex. But . . . I’m glad.” A small grin, a tiny shadow of his amazing smile, graced his features for a moment. “I’m glad you do, too. Um. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Clark. Lex leaned in and kissed Clark’s lips, which responded with a touch that was both inexperienced and eager. “I guess this is one gift you can’t return, hmm?”
“Lex!” Clark gave him a heartbreaking pout, and Lex laughed a little.
“All right, all right. But you know, Clark, I’ve always wondered, too.”
“About what?”
Lex smiled and fingered the hem of Clark’s cotton tee shirt.
“About cotton and flannel . . . and how they’d feel wrapped around me. How you’d feel wrapped around me.”
Clark touched Lex’s face, his skin like the silk he loved so much-smooth, soft, flawless.
“I don’t know. But something tells me we’re going to wear out my wardrobe to finding out.”
Lex chuckled as he leaned in to kiss Clark’s lips even as he made a mental note to cancel the disposal of his old shirts.
Maybe they had a lot of use left in them, after all.
FIN.