The Odd Couple 8.6
Heroes is on tonight!!!
Bring on Super! With a side of the HO-YAY!
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Clark straddled his hips.
Green eyes looked him over feverishly.
Clark’s tongue traced the ridges of his neck most greedily, laving in the scent of his lavender soap from the shower. Lex took a moment to react from his shock at the absolute curve ball this situation had thrown at him to reach his arms around and stroke the younger man’s back, avoiding the tar patches and reaching underneath the flannel shirt. The firm muscles underneath were solid to the touch and he traced his good fingers up the spine.
Clark desperately kept at his juncture, licking and kissing his neck. His breath was hot on Lex’s mouth as he licked and nibbled on the bottom lip right where the jagged if shallow cleft from his scar was.
“Always wanted to do that.” The gleam of sharp teeth, still mumbled almost shyly into his mouth as he continued to assault Lex’s face.
The air conditioner was whirring away and still his skin felt humid enough that it was like he had entered the rain forest.
He was growing harder by the second.
The crush of those full lips to his and he was lost to make a reply. He had wanted this for so long he could not remember when he hadn’t yearned for the touch and whisper of the dark brunette’s lips upon his flaming skin. He reached for the almost black hair and savored the tangle of curls. There was an untamed trait to those ringlets that Lex had always admired. He pressed that head down further as if he could press Clark’s own mouth through him. They opened to each other and teeth clacked more than a little as their tongues slid over and worshiped one another. Then the feeding started, and they gorged one another on their kissing and sharing of saliva. If he had any brain cells left to rub togther, they had fled the building.
He panted for air as Clark let him breathe, and he took a few deep sucks of oxygen to make up for lack of using his lungs.
Who needs air?
Lex gripped the edges of the shirt. He wanted the ugly hinder of that beautiful body he knew was underneath all the way off.
There was no way of hiding his erection now. His cock was now rapt with attention and the promise of action as he helped take the cloth off. The chest Lex dreamed about suddenly appeared before him. Taut muscles and small, dark nipples that peaked up as if they were cold. He opened the front of his black robe so they could mirror each other. Clark gasped at the show of naked flesh and did not stop staring.
Lex gave a small laugh and fingered one of Clark’s nipples and he gave a low moan.
He pulled Clark down, knowing that the younger man would feel his hardness. His eyes widened in recognition and he stared over his shoulder in embarrassment.
“Clark, look at me.” He finally found his voice.
Green eyes melted into grey ones.
He ground against Clark’s ass as he choked out the words he had always wanted to say.
“I’m going to fuck you until you moan.”
Clark shuddered.
“I’m going to fuck you until you beg.”
He thrust again with a low sound of his own that was ripped from his throat.
“I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name only!”
Clark stilled.
No dirty talk?
“What are you waiting for?” His voice felt too heavy.
He could have kicked himself as he realized that he had repeated Jace’s comment from not so long ago. If there was one thing he had learned to do in his relationship with the younger man, it was never get so worked up to the point where you pushed Clark. It never worked. It was like going up against the Great Wall of China with a stepping stool.
The stony fixture of Clark’s chiseled face now was very blank as he quickly climbed off of Lex and backed away. His hands were on his head as he hit himself with his fists. They came down on his temple as he cursed himself while standing on a cardboard box for holding pizza.
“Clark.”
“I am so, so sorry.” Eyes darted anywhere but on his face.
Then it hit him.
Jace was not there when Clark returned from home. Obviously, the younger man had come back from one of his mysterious jaunts that had shaken him so. There was no one else to comfort him and he wanted to forget.
Clark was only using him to get off.
Why am I not happy about this?
Lex had had many fuck buddies over the years. There was nothing special about him not jumping the bones of acquaintances that he had formed partnerships with. But he had never felt anything that was not casual about those experiences. There was never the emotions that tied him to them the way that he felt so bonded to the farmer’s son from Smallville.
He hid any expression but lust from his face as he gazed at his friend. Lust was true anyway, and he would not have to lie about that wanting.
“Lex, I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve that from me. I won’t do it again.”
“Relax, Clark.” He put on his best sharp smile.
Clark finally met his eyes.
“It’s only sex, right?”
He felt his throat tighten.
I don’t want to share him. Not with Jace.
Clark bit his lip.
“Right. Yeah. Of course.”
Not with anyone.
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Bring on Super! With a side of the HO-YAY!
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Clark straddled his hips.
Green eyes looked him over feverishly.
Clark’s tongue traced the ridges of his neck most greedily, laving in the scent of his lavender soap from the shower. Lex took a moment to react from his shock at the absolute curve ball this situation had thrown at him to reach his arms around and stroke the younger man’s back, avoiding the tar patches and reaching underneath the flannel shirt. The firm muscles underneath were solid to the touch and he traced his good fingers up the spine.
Clark desperately kept at his juncture, licking and kissing his neck. His breath was hot on Lex’s mouth as he licked and nibbled on the bottom lip right where the jagged if shallow cleft from his scar was.
“Always wanted to do that.” The gleam of sharp teeth, still mumbled almost shyly into his mouth as he continued to assault Lex’s face.
The air conditioner was whirring away and still his skin felt humid enough that it was like he had entered the rain forest.
He was growing harder by the second.
The crush of those full lips to his and he was lost to make a reply. He had wanted this for so long he could not remember when he hadn’t yearned for the touch and whisper of the dark brunette’s lips upon his flaming skin. He reached for the almost black hair and savored the tangle of curls. There was an untamed trait to those ringlets that Lex had always admired. He pressed that head down further as if he could press Clark’s own mouth through him. They opened to each other and teeth clacked more than a little as their tongues slid over and worshiped one another. Then the feeding started, and they gorged one another on their kissing and sharing of saliva. If he had any brain cells left to rub togther, they had fled the building.
He panted for air as Clark let him breathe, and he took a few deep sucks of oxygen to make up for lack of using his lungs.
Who needs air?
Lex gripped the edges of the shirt. He wanted the ugly hinder of that beautiful body he knew was underneath all the way off.
There was no way of hiding his erection now. His cock was now rapt with attention and the promise of action as he helped take the cloth off. The chest Lex dreamed about suddenly appeared before him. Taut muscles and small, dark nipples that peaked up as if they were cold. He opened the front of his black robe so they could mirror each other. Clark gasped at the show of naked flesh and did not stop staring.
Lex gave a small laugh and fingered one of Clark’s nipples and he gave a low moan.
He pulled Clark down, knowing that the younger man would feel his hardness. His eyes widened in recognition and he stared over his shoulder in embarrassment.
“Clark, look at me.” He finally found his voice.
Green eyes melted into grey ones.
He ground against Clark’s ass as he choked out the words he had always wanted to say.
“I’m going to fuck you until you moan.”
Clark shuddered.
“I’m going to fuck you until you beg.”
He thrust again with a low sound of his own that was ripped from his throat.
“I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name only!”
Clark stilled.
No dirty talk?
“What are you waiting for?” His voice felt too heavy.
He could have kicked himself as he realized that he had repeated Jace’s comment from not so long ago. If there was one thing he had learned to do in his relationship with the younger man, it was never get so worked up to the point where you pushed Clark. It never worked. It was like going up against the Great Wall of China with a stepping stool.
The stony fixture of Clark’s chiseled face now was very blank as he quickly climbed off of Lex and backed away. His hands were on his head as he hit himself with his fists. They came down on his temple as he cursed himself while standing on a cardboard box for holding pizza.
“Clark.”
“I am so, so sorry.” Eyes darted anywhere but on his face.
Then it hit him.
Jace was not there when Clark returned from home. Obviously, the younger man had come back from one of his mysterious jaunts that had shaken him so. There was no one else to comfort him and he wanted to forget.
Clark was only using him to get off.
Why am I not happy about this?
Lex had had many fuck buddies over the years. There was nothing special about him not jumping the bones of acquaintances that he had formed partnerships with. But he had never felt anything that was not casual about those experiences. There was never the emotions that tied him to them the way that he felt so bonded to the farmer’s son from Smallville.
He hid any expression but lust from his face as he gazed at his friend. Lust was true anyway, and he would not have to lie about that wanting.
“Lex, I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve that from me. I won’t do it again.”
“Relax, Clark.” He put on his best sharp smile.
Clark finally met his eyes.
“It’s only sex, right?”
He felt his throat tighten.
I don’t want to share him. Not with Jace.
Clark bit his lip.
“Right. Yeah. Of course.”
Not with anyone.
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