The Odd Couple 10.3

[superwoobie]

A million, million, million thank yous to danceswithgary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The final straw.



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After all the presents had been given, and the table cleared, Mrs. and Mr. Kent gave their goodbyes and headed for a taxi they’d called. Lex was wearing his cap on the front porch as he found himself getting hugged once again by Martha, and a handshake from Jonathan that didn’t try to rip his arm off like the last time a few years ago. Jace had to hide rubbing his wrist later, as Lex could see his surprise from the much stronger farmer’s grip.

With stares that were as subtle as the weight of a freight train, they were off.

Don’t screw it up.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the cloudy grey for a while as if it could give him some guidance. It appeared as if it may snow again later. Tonight would be especially cold.

He tugged the cap down a bit further and was thankful for everything it meant.

Timing was essential, though.

More than once, he thought he’d finally gotten Clark to the place where he’d admit everything, but the young man stayed tighter than a clam. At times, he could be more closed off than Lex himself at his worst. That was saying something from a guy who had to put up with being most hated man in town. Or second place right behind the IRS guy. But all this week Clark had started to crack a little at the edges. Something was going to give soon. If he pushed it himself a bit further, just got through to Clark what he was feeling, maybe then Clark would understand.

Someone shook his shoulder.

“Hey Lex, are you all right?” Clark asked.

“Just thinking.”

“Yeah, such an odd occurrence.” He teased.

“With some plotting thrown in for good measure.” Lex added.

“I’ll alert the presses. C’mon, there’s fresh snow. Have you ever built a snowman?” Clark asked.

“Once.”

The year after his mother died, Lex had visited home during boarding school recess. His father had grown especially cold towards him. So he’d had the urge to get out of the mansion that felt like a prison than the precious memories he held of his mother. And if he could make someone else out of the snow, then the loneliness would ease.

His dad had it bulldozed.

Something about children’s games being beyond him by then.

“I’m going to guess it wasn’t a nice memory.”

“It was at first.”

Clark grabbed his hand.

“This time we won’t let anyone ruin it.” He made it sound like a vow.

Lex could only let himself be pulled along for the ride.

Apparently, there was a science behind building a Kent snowman, which Lex had never heard of before. Not just any charcoal would do. The pieces had to match perfectly if they would make the cut for eyes. The best carrot in the fridge was graciously chosen for the nose, and no raisin was spared for the main event. Clark placed all the items in an old red bed sheet.

Hats, gloves, mittens, and all winter items had to be firmly in place.

Jace watched with a frown, but made no comment as he went back to studying for his bar exam.

So they went out.

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Together, they rolled each giant ball for their snowman. Lex nearly slipped as the first mound was completed, unused to the terrain and the immense weight of snow as it gathered. Clark caught his arm in time and steadied him, laughing at his less-than-graceful self.

“I don’t see what’s so funny.” He huffed.

“You’re just so perfect all the time. Sometimes I forget you’re human.” The brunette explained.

“Last time I checked my genetic code I was. Elevated white-blood cell count notwithstanding.” Strange to think that Clark would see him that way, especially with all the mistakes Lex had made.

“Lex will be Lex.”

“How poetic of you.”

He got a chuckle in response.

“So, have I shattered any illusions?” Lex asked jokingly.

Clark paused in mid motion.

“I only saw in black and white.”

A handful of seconds.

“I had no idea there were so many colors in the world until I met you.”

Lex mentally took back what he said earlier.

The younger man did have a way with words when he wanted to.

They turned back to working on the project before them, both patting the bottom part into a rounder shape. Scoring the top with a handy rake, they then molded the next two pieces and followed suit. Such simple actions while working together had been something that they rarely did until recently. Usually they acted independently of one another. But it was easier and faster work as they rolled this way and that. Clark may have had greater strength to lift, but Lex could better determine how compacted the snow was, where to gather the best, and when to lift.

When all the pieces were assembled, they had quite a sizeable snowperson on their hands.

Lex was panting slightly from the exertion, puffs of steam rising from his breath on the frigid air.

“Now for the finishing touches.” Clark declared.

They applied the coal buttons, pressing them in. The eyes and the carrot nose came next. Lex had the honor of making the raisin smile. Branches came in for the arms and hands.

The younger man shook his head.

“Something’s missing.”

He took off his own red and blue scarf and hat, wrapping the first around the snowman’s neck and put the other on the bare head.

“Now that’s a snowman!” he grinned.

“Looks more like a Clarkman to me.” Lex smirked.

“Does not. I see no comparison,” he protested.

“There is a difference, true enough.”

“Thanks.”

“You are much warmer.”

It was the first red in the young man’s cheeks since the cold had set in.

“Hey!”

He caught the younger man’s hands to rub some warmth into them again, as they both had to take off their gloves to put in their final touches. But it was like touching a heater instead of half frozen digits like those that he had expected. His own hands were more like icicles from being exposed.

“Much, much warmer.” He corrected himself as he rubbed and Clark shivered.

“Yeah.”

He eased himself away while taking his time.

“Something’s missing.” Lex said.

“Huh?”

“He’ll be all alone. Unless we make him a companion.”

Thus, the Clarkman had a Lexman next to it, wrapped with one of his best scarves. Lex would not part with his cap, though.

“Lex, all this week, I mean, even before that-”

“You ever make snow angels?” he interrupted.

“Sure?” Clark made it a question.

Lex searched for a clear spot of ground and headed over. He then fell back into it, creating a body imprint, and raised his arms up and down to create the wings. He lost his hat somewhere in the process of to the side. His scalp chafed against the ice, but he continued on not caring.

Probably the closest he would come to making an angel, anyway.

“Lex, if you keep that up you’ll turn into an ice cube!” Clark half-heartedly protested.

“It’s all right. I trust you to thaw me out.” Lex smiled at him.

Clark didn’t say anything, but finally made his way over, making his snow angel next to his.

For the rest of the afternoon, Lex knew the younger man was stealing glances at him.

Each time you do that, even my resolve begins to melt.

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Dinner was a quiet affair of leftovers. No one really felt like speaking, so they all went to the couch to watch a movie. Jace fell asleep on the couch somewhere into the second hour of the old movie they were watching, probably exhausted for studying so many hours in a row. The blonde clutched himself at the end of the couch, and Clark put a blanket over him so he'd be more comfortable. His movements were robotic in nature, as if he was compelled to do it out of duty more than anything else. He seemed annoyed by something.

At the end of the movie, neither of them really felt like sleeping in spite of the vigorous day they’d had.

Lex checked through the curtains to see outside. It was terribly cold-looking, but the night sky had turned clear after all. Bright lights trailed across the black with much more intensity and clarity than he could ever see in Metropolis.

“I haven’t seen so many stars in a long time.” He spoke quietly.

Clark smiled. “Hey, my telescope should still be in the barn. Want to have a look?”

“Sure.”

They both walked out to the barn, leaving deep trails of footprints in their wake. Lex wrapped his coat more tightly about his body. The wind had died down, but it was still a bone chilling Kansas winter wonderland.

The cows were bedded down for the night, and Clark had made sure each were given plenty of hay and a bright green blanket thrown over them to be more covered.

Up the stairs, they went to their familiar place. It was closed in and much less exposed to the elements. He could feel the blood rushing back to his ears and nose. It still wasn’t as warm as the farmhouse with central heating and a roaring fireplace.

“I thought I might have packed it away.” Clark moved to his telescope by the bay window.

He peered in through the lens, adjusting it.

“For awhile I was considering becoming an astronomer in high school.” Clark confided. “But then I got caught up in staring at the house next door and lost the drive.” He was referring to his stalker days, of course.

“People are more interesting to you. More mysterious,” Lex surmised.

“Some more than others.” Clark didn’t look up.

It gave Lex time to study the other man’s serious face. Too many layers hid his fine physique to enjoy the stance further, which was regrettable.

“There’s the Big Dipper if you want to look.”

He rose up and motioned to Lex.

Lex leaned down next to him to inspect through the glass. The faint twinkling was slightly closer and brighter than what he could make out with his own eyes. The scope was old and not high-powered in the least. It took money to see the stars clearly. But that took some of the attraction away.

He had to use his imagination, which he liked doing more often whenever exploring the unknown.

“Cut it to the left and you can make out Orion, the hunter.” Clark added.

He still remembered most of the constellations, and they took turns for the next hour watching the tiny flames of light. It must have been years since he’d really bothered to get lost in the beauty of the night sky.

“There’s Hercules.”

“It’s pretty hard to make out. Are you sure?” Lex squinted into the lens, but really couldn’t make out where he had it pointed.

“I think I know my heroes when I see them. That’s where he is.”

“I guess your eyes are a little better than mine,” Lex said suggestively.

At least for some things.

“Just a tad.” It was a major admission, coming from him.

Lex stood up again and stretched backwards, working out a small kink in his back from being in two positions for so long.

“Want to take a break?” Clark asked in concern.

“My spine doth protest too much,” he replied.

There was a new couch that he hadn’t seen before. It was sort of a darkish-blue, like the night sky before it went black. The material was a kind of plush fiber, which was very cushiony once you sank restfully into it. Clark sat right next to him, with only a small gap between them.

Lex rubbed his hands together, realizing just then that they were still quite cold from being near the open window.

Clark took his hands and started to rub them gently, a reverse of the afternoon.

“Hand warming service.”

“Hmm. People would pay for this.” Lex half closed his eyes in pleasure.

Clark’s hands were just so good and warm.

“Interesting way to pay back my tuition.”

Lex fought back a moment of ridiculous jealousy, and an even more insane image where Clark stood at a street corner like a lady of the night, but giving hand rubs instead of other indecent acts involving said limbs.

“You remind me of the stars.” Lex said after some thought.

Clark hesitated for a moment, but kept rubbing to his relief.

“How so?”

“Sometimes, you’re a beacon, lighting the way.” Lex started.

Clark snorted harshly.

“I don’t always know what I’m doing. And I screw up a lot. Uh, pardon my language.”

“That doesn’t mean that you don’t stop trying. You always aim for the right action, and you never give up.”

Clark made no response.

“You’re so stubborn you defy gravity. You keep heading where you want to go in spite of the distance.” He fought to use the correct words.

Clark tried to avoid facing him, just kept working more heat into his worn muscles.

“Don’t put me on a pedestal.”

“I never did. But I emulated those qualities that I admired. We all reach for the heavens sometimes; even if we think we’ll never get to touch them.”

“Lex.” Clark said.

“Until a few years ago, I thought you were the closest I’d ever get.” Maybe that was why he was so fixated to begin with. Even initially, before the unknown that hovered around him.

Clark released his hands.

“So it wasn’t just about....” He let the word hang in the air.

“Secrets? Hardly.” It was part of the attraction, but not the heart of it.

Clark’s breathing was off, as if he’d been running in late from class.

“Curiosity has always been a part of me. As much as being a mystery has been part of you. But that was when we first met. Over the years you became so much more to me as I began to really know you. But that part of me grew as that part of you did too. And we started to clash. You started to rise back into the heavens. I was lucky that you decided to give me a second chance. No more asking for the truth. But no more giving lies, either.”

“We have a truce. We’re best friends. Just like you said, destiny,” Clark said, almost frantically.

Lex calmed the urge to tremble in frustration, and let out what he’d been wishing to say since probably the day they’d met.

“But you’re still up in the air. And I can’t fly.”

Clark was inches away from him.

“I can’t reach you. No matter what I do, can I?”

“Lex.”

A picture of the Sistine Chapel and Michelangelo’s mural came into his mind.

Man could never be equal with something so above him.

“I can never touch you the way I want.”

Clark brought his head closer until they were a breath apart.

“Yes, you can.”

He started to close the distance.

Lex wanted to meet him.

This time, they brought their lips softly to meet one another.

Taking his time, Lex wanted to explore the sweetness he found there as if he were a discoverer of a new continent. Clark’s lips were much larger than his own were, full and red enough to be the envy of many a female. They covered Lex’s with perfect ease, but were willing to give way under his own explorations. One long kiss, like a sigh of relief, then several shorter ones like small pulses beneath the skin. It didn’t take him much longer to work up his boldness to open his mouth and lick those lush pieces of him. Clark gave him entrance into this new world, and he dived in.

The taste of saliva was mixed with cranberry juice, rich and tart as he stroked along the surface. The heat and the wet were what really got his attention after a few moments, drawing deeper into the smooth texture. Clark’s own tongue decided it was time that he started being an active participant, and it gently collided with his as it searched. Finding a partner, he danced around and alongside of it, twisting and turning as he was able. Breathing though his nose wasn’t very difficult, yet the longer Lex stayed in the other's mouth, the hotter he became.

He knew Clark tasted the hard cider he’d been drinking before, and was pleased that it was not a deterrent into his forays. Lex held on a little longer than he should, not even bothering to breathe as if this was his most important moment, as if this is what he’d saved all breaths before this moment in all of his days before this. Heart pounding, he couldn’t find it in him to let go of such warmth.

Clark pulled back from the kiss, hands on his shoulders.

He breathed again. It was slightly painful. It proved he was awake and alive, and not a dream this time.

“I can hear your heartbeat. Don’t do things like that.”

“I want it to be real.” He was unsure how to explain.

“I know.” Clark said softly.

“You won’t disappear.”

Clark leaned back and breathed hard for a few moments, his clouded eyes on Lex’s as if he wanted to memorize his face - as if he had never seen him before.

“No. But I need to tell Jace.”

Damn Clark and his stupid morals.

“Tomorrow.”

He reached out to the brunet’s shoulders to rub, getting him to relax slightly, lower his guard with a comforting gesture. He took his time to really feel all the muscles under that shirt, and Clark inched forward into the contact.

Kneading as best as he could with one hand, Lex used the other to undo the buttons and get off some of the layers. Warm skin that was hiding underneath welcomed his fingers, and he moved his digits lightly over it, grazing over the muscles. Clark shivered at the contact although he seemed more than a few degrees over Lex’s temperature.

Lex kissed him again, wanting to feed off the flames somehow.

“Tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Decision made, Clark finally decided to take action.

Divesting Lex of his upper layers was foremost on his to-do list. But it wasn’t as rushed as Lex expected it to be. Clark seemed to understand that his body heat had a pleasurable quality besides that of human contact in a place that had little barrier to the outside frost.

With each layer, he would take time to rub Lex in different areas, usually bare spots that had little or no protection. The small shocks of heat flowed over him when those large hands sailed across him, lifting his wrists each time he wanted to tug off a layer.

He turned his own attention back to the obstacle of the other man’s layers, but instead of taking them off right away, decided to play between the first and second, teasing the skin underneath and making it jump. Slowly he danced around his chest but finally gave in to pressing against Clark’s nipples in fine circles. Even through the thin layer of the first cloth, he could feel them harden against the contact. Clark gave a small moan, which was all the incentive he needed to put his head there beneath the two layers and start to suck.

It wasn’t the same as if he had gone for direct contact, but the indirect substance gave a kind of texture and friction that wasn’t there before. He licked the left, and then nipped it slightly, making the body beneath him boil ever so meaningfully.

Suddenly the second layer was gone and he was back in the open air again.

He felt a tug on his last shirt and was now bare down to his waist.

“Stay still.” Clark bent over him.

He felt licking at the back of his head. Over the minute bump that he knew stuck out whenever he turned from side to side. No one had ever been interested in mapping out that area, especially so intimately.

The tingles from such attention ran down his spine all the way to his cock, already straining from the situation.

Clark started a trail from the base of his head downwards to his back side, forcing Lex to lie over an ever-hardening lap. But Lex refused to give in quite yet to his urges to unzip the other man just yet. The technique was messy and uncoordinated, but still felt wonderful. Hands worked their way down but just stopped short of what was covered.

Lex decided to turn and look up and see what the holdup was.

Indecision warred in Clark’s eyes.

“Do you want to go further?” Lex asked steadily.

A nod.

“Then what do you want?”

Clark mumbled and blushed slightly. Cleared his throat and tried again.

“Directions. I uh, read stuff, but it’s not like the real thing. And...mmmh.” He reddened further, and pointed to the very impressive outline of his lap.

Lex was much too excited at the time by his own sensations to remember that he wasn’t quite working with ordinary material. And he now realized that Clark was not embellishing from the time he’d talked about his size. Not very much anyway.

“I see. Then we’ll start with the textbook basics. How about a blow job?”

Clark grabbed a pillow and squeezed.

“Meaning: would you like me to get on my knees, pull down your pants, and worship your cock?” Lex said with a wicked smile.

“Very much!” Clark blurted. “P-please.”

Lex almost laughed at the ingrained manners, but thought them more than amusing and part of the younger man he wanted to keep. So he licked his lips and set to his work.

Undoing the buckle, he pulled the zipper all the way to the crease, watching the younger man’s face as he did so. It was all Clark could do to focus on using his lungs, he could tell. Far too many layers stood in their way yet again. Reaching for pants, long underwear, and boxers, he motioned for the other man to lift his hips up.

A movement pushed and they were all down to the bend of his long knees.

Clark’s uncut cock was free of its confines and standing impossibly tall. The head was flushed red and the rest slightly paler than his tan body. It hovered in the air, being too heavy to rest up against his stomach. He took careful note of the ridges and the dark vein reaching up and around like some kind of rare ivy.

The tip glistened even in such a lightless room.

Any man would be crowing with pride.

Clark’s hands clutched his knees as if he wanted to hide it.

But Lex would not be denied.

All mine!

He gave a test lick to the head, watching Clark jump at the sensation.

Wrapping his hand around the base of a live marble column, he eased his mouth over it and sucked in the flavor. Salty, but more like one of his aged vintage wines. Lovely to savor. Another jarring motion above encouraged his play. He could never deep throat someone this large, so he used his hands to massage what was unreachable. He licked the sides as he fondled and kneaded the base. Tracing the vein as he went up, he found Clark bucking up and nearly throwing him back.

“Hey.”

“Sorry.” Clark looked guilty.

“Be careful. You could put an eye out with this thing.” Lex teased.

Clark reached to cover himself in shame but Lex brushed his hands away.

“Don’t worry, I have the perfect cover.”

He took the member down his throat before the other could retreat with worry. A little more than half way was as far as he could take it. Clark’s eyes were something to behold as he looked up again, watching him bite his lip with such an intense look, so intimate that he’d never been privy to with another. The taste trickled down his throat in bubbly dribbles, a steady trail that he felt go into the deepest part of him. He leaned back a moment to whisper huskily.

“Fuck my mouth.”

Clark was as red as he’d ever seen him, but nodded. He carefully thrust into his mouth, probably worried about choking him. But Lex was experienced enough to take it to the next level.

He squeezed the other man’s firm ass cheeks as he sucked his way down the shaft, feeling the warmth of Clark’s hands rest on his own head. Clark's fingers played along the sensitive bump he’d been nibbling on earlier while Lex laved the sensitive underside with his tongue. He took his right hand to stroke the inner thighs and tug at Clark's balls. Despite the coarse hair, the texture was pleasurable as they began to pull up tight to his touch. Clark thrust harder into his wet heat and moaned louder at his exertions.

Clark slumped until his ass was nearly off the seat with his legs parted widely.

He rubbed the front of Clark’s hole with his index finger. No resistance. Only panting and faster thrusting. He put his finger into his mouth when he had to pull off for his next gulp of air.

Easing the younger man’s thighs even wider apart, he sucked on just the tip of his cock, focusing on the slit and nursing it while sliding the wet finger through the tight ring of muscle at his entrance. Clark squirmed but was still mostly hypnotized by the sensations of his mouth.

He pulled in and out, crooking his finger with practiced ease to find the spot that gripped all of a man’s nerve endings at once, as if he was drawing the string on a puppet.

A sharp cry and the trickle became a fountain down his raw throat.

He kept on with his finger play, deliberately drawing out the pleasure and making the godlike body above him sweat and come unglued just for him.

Clark grabbed for Lex and sat him on top of him again with startling ease, holding him close, bare chest to chest, heart beating loudly against his, head resting against his neck.

They stayed that way, taking in each other’s essence as the brunet tried to return to speaking normally after orgasm.

“Thanks.” Clark said awkwardly.

“You’re welcome.”

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Not really. Just admiring your code of ethics.”

Not that they ever covered proper blow job etiquette in his overpriced manners class either.

“I guess this one falls under an eye for an eye.” Clark laughed and kissed him.

Hot lips.

“Or a cock for a cock.”

Clark spoke over his mouth, his breath warming Lex’s face.

“Do unto others what you would have done to yourself.”

“If you insist.”

Clark did.

He let him choose the position. Clark had him to lay lengthwise along the plush couch face up. He’d kicked off the rest of his pants to lie on top of Lex, completely naked. The reluctant man was no longer shy when kissing down his chest. He dipped his tongue into Lex’s navel while trying to open his pants.

Lex shivered when his engorged cock was exposed to the air. It was too cold to be doing this in the barn for him and he shivered out of cold, not anticipation.

“I better keep you covered.” Clark said suggestively.

He started with a hand-job, going with what he knew felt good to him.

Lex’s purple head peaked over his hand, indignant at being ignored all this time. Clark rubbed it with his thumb for an apology and Lex hissed in reply.

Circling the base with one large hand and pumping, he leaned forward to catch one of Lex’s nipples with his teeth. He worried at it gingerly, and then pressed down with curled lips.

Lex’s cock was burning, and the rest of him had bounced back with the roaring heat that was Clark’s body next to his skin. He thrust into his hand as Clark started sucking hard on his neck. At this rate, there would be a large welt come morning. That was a lovely prospect, if he had brain cells to spare on the subject.

A rock-hard thickness slapped against his thigh and he reached for it, halting his lover for a moment.

He started to stroke in time to Clark’s hand, wanted to set up a rhythm of warm flesh flying against each other in tandem, all in a pulse of excitement. They thrust into each other’s hands in a rapidly increasing pace, only taking to lick or bite on a shoulder or the junction of the neck.

Lex finally lost it and let go of Clark’s cock, wanting them to just rub against each other to ecstasy. Lining up his with that soft-skinned, yet incredibly firm, member, Lex wrapped his arms around Clark and bucked up into his groin, letting out an undignified groan of lust. The younger man caught on and thrust back into him, giving them all the desperately needed friction that two trapped bodies can give. Clark came in another gush, warm fluid spreading all around him and all over Lex’s stomach. He swiped a finger in it and used it to tease the underside of Lex’s balls.

Lex came with that last push over the edge.

His heart beat along with his insides, and now he knew it was one with who he always wished it to be.

He had flown with Clark.

Soft hands reached over him for something.

Clark collapsed, but not before using the tissue box by the side table to wipe them off.

“Most pleasurable.” Lex said.

“Is that your way of saying thanks?” Clark asked.

“In a roundabout way, I suppose.”

“If only you didn’t say everything in a round about way, I might have figured things out sooner.” Clark poked him.

“But what’s the fun in that?” Lex smirked again.

The younger man smiled at him and kissed his forehead.

“You’re welcome.”

They drifted off together sharing a blanket, listening to the night breeze and the occasional snore of one of the cows.

He could finally look forward to tomorrow.