Deal 5D
title: Deal
fandom: SV
rating:5
pairing: Clark/Lex
With a teeny tiny nod to Alfred Bester-mind you it’s been more than thirty years!
Morning light slanted in across the wood floors and filled the huge open space with bright light. It flooded the living area; it brightened the dining area and warmed the partitions that separated the private spaces from the public ones in the new apartment. He liked the open arrangement, they all did. He snorted. Adam and Clark must be glad of the open space, no more walls. Certainly, there was something in him that was glad of not being enclosed….
Lex leaned against the counter and cracked eggs into a bowl. He took his time, his fingers flexing carefully around the shells. Watching them split open and shatter delicately pleased him. He made sure no bit of shell fell into the clear whites. He whisked the eggs together, whites shimmying as the yolks wobbled around and fell apart. He idly directed the flow of the flecks of pepper and dried herbs that whirled around in the mixture to make a pleasing pattern. Humming a little, he adjusted the heat under the pan on the stove. He dropped butter in the hot pan, and was mesmerized by the sizzle, the sight of the butter gliding around and around as it liquefied. He chased it with his finger, pushing the rapidly shrinking knob around, drawing trails through the bubbling liquid, and laughed a little. He heard a sound behind him and calmly straightened, turning with a smile to face Adam and casually wiping his hand on the tea towel tucked in his waistband.
Adam was still drying water from his skin, and he draped the towel around his neck, pushed wet bangs out of his face. “Oh, there you are-ah! Omelets.” He walked over and pressed a damp kiss on Lex’s mouth. “How did you know I was craving omelets?” He pulled Lex’s hand up to rest on his warm bare hip.
Lex shrugged, feeling goose bumps rise under his fingertips as he sketched circles on the smooth skin. “Just lucky, I guess,” he murmured. He pat Adam’s hip, moved him gently aside and turned the heat down. As he poured the egg into the pan, he glanced over at Adam. “Are you planning to dress any time today?”
He struck a pose, hip outthrust and a grin crinkling his nose. “No. Is there any more of that salsa you bought the other day?” he asked, and Lex was suddenly struck with a full blown and unpleasantly vivid memory of Adam standing in the penthouse kitchen, dirty, shivering from cold and fear and hunger…something twisted inside him.
Adam smiled at him, and dropped the little plastic tub on the counter. “There! I knew we had some…” Lex stared and stared at the container….
“Hey…everything okay?”
Lex looked up into Adam’s concerned face and nodded, riding out the wave of disorienting memory as past and the present were overlaid. He could hear ‘Allen’ stubbornly insisting that he wasn’t hungry as he stared desperately at the food on the table, and Adam talking about the meeting with the stockholders coming up…
Adam asked him if he needed help, and the room settled into the present again. He shivered. “No, thanks…is Clark up yet?”
Adam said, “Ah…he’s in the shower. Still.”
Lex watched the full body flush spread over him, heard his heart beat a little faster. He shook his head. “Adam. We created a monster.”
Adam laughed, “Yeah, we kinda did.” good for us.
Lex blinked, blinked again. That…he shook his head quickly. He hadn’t reached for that….
“I’m hungry; do we have to wait for Clark?”
“What-no, no, we don’t. Here, let me…” Lex set out plates on the table and just as he slid Adam’s omelet onto his plate, Clark walked in, wrapped up in a robe and looking entirely too satisfied. His eyes brightened even more when he saw there was food. He was draped over Lex in the blink of an eye, wrapping him up in the robe with him, kissing him hard enough to make Lex gasp, make his hands clutch at damp, smooth, hot, skin. He pulled away with an effort, nearly groaning when his hands were left empty. “Clark! Go sit--eat.”
Clark obediently sat, and grinned at Adam. “Good morning. Again.”
Lex sat with them, watching them eat as he sipped at a glass of water. “Adam likes your wakeup techniques, Clark. Maybe you can demonstrate later.”
Clark blushed a little, and licked lips that were just a little redder and fuller than usual. “I’d love to,” he said, and fumbled a forkful of salsa covered egg into his lap. Adam smiled. “Let’s not waste that." Lex watched Adam help Clark clean up the little mess, and drank gulps of ice-cold water.
After breakfast, groomed to a tee and Armani-armored, Adam kissed them both goodbye-they wished him luck, and when the door closed, Clark turned to Lex. “Want to see those techniques?”
Lex smiled.
*****
The loft area that was Lex’s bedroom was flooded with light--nothing was on the beech wood floor except a mattress piled high with pillows, and an antique Chinese medicine cabinet. Clark dropped the robe and lay naked in the bed, one knee drawn up, and his hand lazily moving over his dick.
Lex smirked, licked his lips, as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the tails free. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. “Clark, Clark, Clark…what happened to the shy stammering flower I used to know, hmm?” He gazed at Clark, eating him up with his eyes and Clark watched avidly as Lex skimmed off clothing, dropping it to pile on the floor.
“Clark…get on your knees…” Lex frowned a little.
Clark’s eyes widened, and he quickly rolled to his knees, the silk comforter shifted under his knees. The pillows tumbled forward to frame his head, his cheek rested on his crossed forearms and he smiled at Lex. The position opened, displayed him, and Lex felt his breath come faster and wondered…that shouldn’t happen. He bent over Clark’s back, and words wanted to come but they didn’t make sense, and he bit his lip. The room swam in and out of focus…he wiped sweat from his brow and bent closer.
“Lex,” Clark whispered, and shivered when Lex’s hand stroked over his hip, cupped the curve of bone and slid under him, to cradle his dick. “Lex,” he whispered again and thrust into his hand. Lex stroked him from root to tip, watched Clark’s face transform from playful and anticipating to drugged, blissed out. His mouth loosened and he groaned, small noises over and over that made Lex flex, quiver…
“Do you want more?”
Clark moaned and pushed himself into Lex’s loose fist harder, he fucked Lex’s fist and stammered, “Ah-I-oh, yes-yes…”
Lex felt a creeping sense of discomfort-something was-off. He covered his distraction by leaning back, reaching for the low chest and Clark moaned in disappointment. He touched himself, and Lex said flatly. “Stop.”
Clark jerked his hand away, his sides heaving with the effort not to pant. His eyes bored into Lex’s, and there was the faintest touch of confusion almost hidden by the arousal. Precome laced from his dick to his fingers, it jerked as he moved his hand away, but he nodded, said okay in a harsh low voice.
Lex moved behind him and dribbled lube down his cleft, rubbed over and over the ring of muscle there. “Clark…do you want me to fuck you?” and Clark whined, his hips jerked. The muscle relaxed, and the tip of Lex’s finger slid in so easily it was as if it’d been swallowed…so hot, holding him, squeezing him-he began moving his finger smoothly in and out, and Clark gasped every time he withdrew it completely, gasped every time he slid it back. Lex felt like he was burning, it was hard not to knock him down and just-fuck him, fuck him until he screamed but the script didn’t go like that-and again he felt the weird wave of...something. He pushed it away and turned his attentions to Clark-it was fascinating to watch his reaction, blood flowed faster, muscles slid and knotted, and his lungs worked harder and harder-he could see his prostrate swell, and his finger pressed against it. Clark shuddered and jumped, moaned and pressed back. He inserted another finger. “Like it, Clark,” he asked, with a mounting feeling of losing control. “Like it?” he asked again.
“Oh, God, yes,” Clark groaned, “oh yes…”
“Lex. Say it. Lex”.
“Lex, Lex, I like it, I like it very much,” and Lex slid another finger in and spread them, making Clark growl, and thrust back against him, he shuddered and begged Lex to fuck him. Lex pulled his fingers out, pulled long wet stripes of precome down his cleft as he rubbed his dick over his ass, over the lube wet hole, grimaced and shuddered when the ridge caught and dragged against him. Lex reached again and again for the ice inside, but Clark groaned his name so desperately, begged for his dick with such heat-Lex hissed and slammed inside Clark. It was a moment before he could breathe again, and Clark yelled, “Yes, yes…” he was in two places at once and nowhere and everywhere, deep down inside of himself there was a pinprick of heat that wanted to grow. He fought with it as ruthlessly as he fucked Clark. He broke out in a sweat and electric sparks danced over his nerves. Waves of pleasure swept him so fiercely he froze, and Clark moved when he didn’t, fucked himself on Lex, his head jerked, and sweat flew, hair pasted against his face and Lex was absorbed against his will in his ecstasy.
Lex, Lex…Lex groaned and the tiny spark inside of him hurt. It burned…something…lurking inside, something was trying to hurt him…and he lost it all when the slippery wave of hot need, the need to come, uncoiled in his gut, trembled and grew and exploded….
What THE FUCK--LEX? What are you doing? ’s happening? Get out of MY MIND, GET OUT, Oh SHIT…FUCK ME I can’t stop it NOT NOW please. this can’t be happening to me! I---I Oh God Adam can you feel it feel it FEEL IT. EVERYTHING…Get out, both of you I’M AT A MEETING CLARK! LEX!
Sorry, sorry, I’m not doing it---Lex… GET OUT! LEAVE ME ALONE!!
******
and even more--soon!
fandom: SV
rating:5
pairing: Clark/Lex
With a teeny tiny nod to Alfred Bester-mind you it’s been more than thirty years!
Morning light slanted in across the wood floors and filled the huge open space with bright light. It flooded the living area; it brightened the dining area and warmed the partitions that separated the private spaces from the public ones in the new apartment. He liked the open arrangement, they all did. He snorted. Adam and Clark must be glad of the open space, no more walls. Certainly, there was something in him that was glad of not being enclosed….
Lex leaned against the counter and cracked eggs into a bowl. He took his time, his fingers flexing carefully around the shells. Watching them split open and shatter delicately pleased him. He made sure no bit of shell fell into the clear whites. He whisked the eggs together, whites shimmying as the yolks wobbled around and fell apart. He idly directed the flow of the flecks of pepper and dried herbs that whirled around in the mixture to make a pleasing pattern. Humming a little, he adjusted the heat under the pan on the stove. He dropped butter in the hot pan, and was mesmerized by the sizzle, the sight of the butter gliding around and around as it liquefied. He chased it with his finger, pushing the rapidly shrinking knob around, drawing trails through the bubbling liquid, and laughed a little. He heard a sound behind him and calmly straightened, turning with a smile to face Adam and casually wiping his hand on the tea towel tucked in his waistband.
Adam was still drying water from his skin, and he draped the towel around his neck, pushed wet bangs out of his face. “Oh, there you are-ah! Omelets.” He walked over and pressed a damp kiss on Lex’s mouth. “How did you know I was craving omelets?” He pulled Lex’s hand up to rest on his warm bare hip.
Lex shrugged, feeling goose bumps rise under his fingertips as he sketched circles on the smooth skin. “Just lucky, I guess,” he murmured. He pat Adam’s hip, moved him gently aside and turned the heat down. As he poured the egg into the pan, he glanced over at Adam. “Are you planning to dress any time today?”
He struck a pose, hip outthrust and a grin crinkling his nose. “No. Is there any more of that salsa you bought the other day?” he asked, and Lex was suddenly struck with a full blown and unpleasantly vivid memory of Adam standing in the penthouse kitchen, dirty, shivering from cold and fear and hunger…something twisted inside him.
Adam smiled at him, and dropped the little plastic tub on the counter. “There! I knew we had some…” Lex stared and stared at the container….
“Hey…everything okay?”
Lex looked up into Adam’s concerned face and nodded, riding out the wave of disorienting memory as past and the present were overlaid. He could hear ‘Allen’ stubbornly insisting that he wasn’t hungry as he stared desperately at the food on the table, and Adam talking about the meeting with the stockholders coming up…
Adam asked him if he needed help, and the room settled into the present again. He shivered. “No, thanks…is Clark up yet?”
Adam said, “Ah…he’s in the shower. Still.”
Lex watched the full body flush spread over him, heard his heart beat a little faster. He shook his head. “Adam. We created a monster.”
Adam laughed, “Yeah, we kinda did.” good for us.
Lex blinked, blinked again. That…he shook his head quickly. He hadn’t reached for that….
“I’m hungry; do we have to wait for Clark?”
“What-no, no, we don’t. Here, let me…” Lex set out plates on the table and just as he slid Adam’s omelet onto his plate, Clark walked in, wrapped up in a robe and looking entirely too satisfied. His eyes brightened even more when he saw there was food. He was draped over Lex in the blink of an eye, wrapping him up in the robe with him, kissing him hard enough to make Lex gasp, make his hands clutch at damp, smooth, hot, skin. He pulled away with an effort, nearly groaning when his hands were left empty. “Clark! Go sit--eat.”
Clark obediently sat, and grinned at Adam. “Good morning. Again.”
Lex sat with them, watching them eat as he sipped at a glass of water. “Adam likes your wakeup techniques, Clark. Maybe you can demonstrate later.”
Clark blushed a little, and licked lips that were just a little redder and fuller than usual. “I’d love to,” he said, and fumbled a forkful of salsa covered egg into his lap. Adam smiled. “Let’s not waste that." Lex watched Adam help Clark clean up the little mess, and drank gulps of ice-cold water.
After breakfast, groomed to a tee and Armani-armored, Adam kissed them both goodbye-they wished him luck, and when the door closed, Clark turned to Lex. “Want to see those techniques?”
Lex smiled.
*****
The loft area that was Lex’s bedroom was flooded with light--nothing was on the beech wood floor except a mattress piled high with pillows, and an antique Chinese medicine cabinet. Clark dropped the robe and lay naked in the bed, one knee drawn up, and his hand lazily moving over his dick.
Lex smirked, licked his lips, as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the tails free. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. “Clark, Clark, Clark…what happened to the shy stammering flower I used to know, hmm?” He gazed at Clark, eating him up with his eyes and Clark watched avidly as Lex skimmed off clothing, dropping it to pile on the floor.
“Clark…get on your knees…” Lex frowned a little.
Clark’s eyes widened, and he quickly rolled to his knees, the silk comforter shifted under his knees. The pillows tumbled forward to frame his head, his cheek rested on his crossed forearms and he smiled at Lex. The position opened, displayed him, and Lex felt his breath come faster and wondered…that shouldn’t happen. He bent over Clark’s back, and words wanted to come but they didn’t make sense, and he bit his lip. The room swam in and out of focus…he wiped sweat from his brow and bent closer.
“Lex,” Clark whispered, and shivered when Lex’s hand stroked over his hip, cupped the curve of bone and slid under him, to cradle his dick. “Lex,” he whispered again and thrust into his hand. Lex stroked him from root to tip, watched Clark’s face transform from playful and anticipating to drugged, blissed out. His mouth loosened and he groaned, small noises over and over that made Lex flex, quiver…
“Do you want more?”
Clark moaned and pushed himself into Lex’s loose fist harder, he fucked Lex’s fist and stammered, “Ah-I-oh, yes-yes…”
Lex felt a creeping sense of discomfort-something was-off. He covered his distraction by leaning back, reaching for the low chest and Clark moaned in disappointment. He touched himself, and Lex said flatly. “Stop.”
Clark jerked his hand away, his sides heaving with the effort not to pant. His eyes bored into Lex’s, and there was the faintest touch of confusion almost hidden by the arousal. Precome laced from his dick to his fingers, it jerked as he moved his hand away, but he nodded, said okay in a harsh low voice.
Lex moved behind him and dribbled lube down his cleft, rubbed over and over the ring of muscle there. “Clark…do you want me to fuck you?” and Clark whined, his hips jerked. The muscle relaxed, and the tip of Lex’s finger slid in so easily it was as if it’d been swallowed…so hot, holding him, squeezing him-he began moving his finger smoothly in and out, and Clark gasped every time he withdrew it completely, gasped every time he slid it back. Lex felt like he was burning, it was hard not to knock him down and just-fuck him, fuck him until he screamed but the script didn’t go like that-and again he felt the weird wave of...something. He pushed it away and turned his attentions to Clark-it was fascinating to watch his reaction, blood flowed faster, muscles slid and knotted, and his lungs worked harder and harder-he could see his prostrate swell, and his finger pressed against it. Clark shuddered and jumped, moaned and pressed back. He inserted another finger. “Like it, Clark,” he asked, with a mounting feeling of losing control. “Like it?” he asked again.
“Oh, God, yes,” Clark groaned, “oh yes…”
“Lex. Say it. Lex”.
“Lex, Lex, I like it, I like it very much,” and Lex slid another finger in and spread them, making Clark growl, and thrust back against him, he shuddered and begged Lex to fuck him. Lex pulled his fingers out, pulled long wet stripes of precome down his cleft as he rubbed his dick over his ass, over the lube wet hole, grimaced and shuddered when the ridge caught and dragged against him. Lex reached again and again for the ice inside, but Clark groaned his name so desperately, begged for his dick with such heat-Lex hissed and slammed inside Clark. It was a moment before he could breathe again, and Clark yelled, “Yes, yes…” he was in two places at once and nowhere and everywhere, deep down inside of himself there was a pinprick of heat that wanted to grow. He fought with it as ruthlessly as he fucked Clark. He broke out in a sweat and electric sparks danced over his nerves. Waves of pleasure swept him so fiercely he froze, and Clark moved when he didn’t, fucked himself on Lex, his head jerked, and sweat flew, hair pasted against his face and Lex was absorbed against his will in his ecstasy.
Lex, Lex…Lex groaned and the tiny spark inside of him hurt. It burned…something…lurking inside, something was trying to hurt him…and he lost it all when the slippery wave of hot need, the need to come, uncoiled in his gut, trembled and grew and exploded….
What THE FUCK--LEX? What are you doing? ’s happening? Get out of MY MIND, GET OUT, Oh SHIT…FUCK ME I can’t stop it NOT NOW please. this can’t be happening to me! I---I Oh God Adam can you feel it feel it FEEL IT. EVERYTHING…Get out, both of you I’M AT A MEETING CLARK! LEX!
Sorry, sorry, I’m not doing it---Lex… GET OUT! LEAVE ME ALONE!!
******
and even more--soon!