Update: The Story Lady Part 5
Just a warning that this part is short, but now that it's out of the way, I can get over my writer's block and muse is now singing loudly...he should really not sing, at all. And I seriously need to thank
supercaptain182 and our self-challenge for helping me get this out of my head and onto my computer before my brain exploded.
Title: The Story Lady
Author: theclexfactor
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: R (PG-13 so far)
Spoilers: Seasons 1 and 2 mostly. A lot of stuff didn’t happen since Lex wasn’t there.
Summary: Lex takes his daughter to see the “Story Lady”.
Previous Parts
Part 5
It was amazing the things that ran through one's mind at the most inopportune times. Take now for instance: Lex was thinking about his adolescent years and all of the things that he had done, had done to him, gotten into, or had put in him. Lex was a very busy kid. But this. This was one of those things that as he was reminiscing, he could honestly say he had never done.
Making out.
Fully clothed, and Lex was pressed into a worn, unfamiliar, yet comfortable sofa, a heavier body on top of his, surrounding him in more ways than one. The TV that had gotten inexplicably turned at some point was the background music while a velvet tongue alternated between tentative licks and a full oral invasion. Teeth, lips, the roof of his mouth, and Lex's own tongue received the full treatment; full, soft lips moved from chin to jaw down to Lex's extra sensitive throat. Light nips, gentle sucking that will still leave a mark, and Lex can't find it in him to care at the moment.
Fully clothed, and hands roamed in the most delicious spots on Lex's body, his hands doing the same underneath the cotton t-shirt, tracing the ridged muscles of strong abs, up to the hard nipples, making Clark arch both into and away from the sensation. And Lex learns that Clark growls when his ass is squeezed dangerously close to another sensitive spot.
Fully clothed, but their hips were in alignment, denim against wool, hard cocks sliding against one another far too slowly to go beyond arousal, but that was apparently Clark's aim for the evening. Lex was close to getting off on the friction alone, or maybe it was the large hand that sporadically reached between them, doing a repeat performance from their movie going antics. A light brush changes to a firm squeeze, then an upward stroke, making Lex somehow gasp, bit his lower lips, and whisper "Fuck!" at the same time. Clark brought him to the brink of release more times than was probably healthy, only to lighten his touch, turn his strokes back to idle petting, staving off any relief for either of them, and then it started all over again.
Fully clothed, but it was the most fun that Lex thinks he's ever had with a lover.
They had been at this for well over an hour. Clark's apartment complex wasn't far from the movie theater, and in spite of everything that had happened in that back row, the younger man had actually kept his hands to himself in the car. As soon as Clark had gotten the door to his apartment open, Lex was on him.
"What time do you have to be home?" Clark managed to ask between mouthfuls of Lex.
"Well, my curfew on weekdays is 10, but if I'm really careful and don't wake my dad--"
"I meant," Clark snorted, "because of Lena."
"She's at a sleepover," Lex replied, looking at Clark right in the eyes to understand the full meaning of his words.
Clark raised an eyebrow at that. "And you just assumed that I would go along with whatever plans you had for the evening? What kind of guy do you think I am?"
"Well..." Lex said, gesturing with his free hand at their current positions.
Clark shrugged. "Good point."
Right now, Lex was returning the favor with both hands as he realized that he wasn’t the only one whose head was an erogenous zone. He should have figured it out at the theater or even the first time he and Clark wound up in this position, but the younger man loved having his hair touched and carded and he went absolutely wild when Lex tugged. It was just as well because Clark’s hair was becoming an erogenous zone for Lex
Lex’s lips were tingling and he just knew they were swollen and bruised and maybe a little bloody and his mouth was certainly dry. And all of this shouldn’t have made him smile.
“Should I be worried about that smile,” Clark mused as he gazed down at Lex.
Lex leaned away to look at Clark. Really look at him. It didn’t make sense how beautiful Clark was. And while Clark was certainly not shy about sex or using his body to drive Lex out of his mind, he wasn’t aware that his looks alone could inspire some creative fantasy material. He was just Clark, and Clark, while an unrepentant cock tease, obviously liked sex. A lot. He was having as much, if not more fun than Lex was. And although Lex figured out half an hour ago that portion of the festivities weren’t in Clark’s plans for the night, he knew it wasn’t because Clark was playing some game with him. Lex…didn’t know what to do with that.
“Lex?”
“It’s nothing,” Lex finally spoke, unable to wipe the small smile off his face, “I’m just…this is fun.”
Clark’s smile was seriously lethal and should only be allowed in small doses if Lex was expected to think with the right head at opportune times. “Cool.”
* * *
“Are you comfortable?”
“Considering you’re a deal larger than me and you insisted on acting as my personal blanket, you’re surprisingly not crushing me.”
“A simple yes would’ve sufficed.”
* * *
“What the hell do you have me watching?”
“I like her. Maybe I should hire her as my new efficiency expert.”
“I think Rachel Ray already has a job, Lex.”
* * *
“You’re elbow is jabbing me in my ribs.”
“That’s not my elbow”
“God, what did they feed you on that farm?”
* * *
“You’re completely ruining this movie for me.”
“What are you talking about?” Clark whispered into Lex’s ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. “This is a great movie.”
“Sure, but it's supposed to be sweet and innocent and you doing," a sharp intake of breath, " that seems a little inappropriate. Now my memories of this movie will be forever tainted with, oh sweet Jesus, inappropriateness.”
“It’s just as well. The Little Mermaid is practically soft-core porn anyway.”
* * *
The TV had been muted at some point in the evening. Perhaps it was this sudden lack of background noise that woke Lex up at 4 in the morning, or perhaps it was the considerable lack of heat and the solid body he was laying on top of. Lex's instinctual reaction was anger; anger that he let someone do this to him, get close enough to let his guard down and now here he was alone in someone else’s...
Right. He was in Clark's apartment. It would be incredibly silly to abandon someone in your own apartment. Lex chuckled to himself and took the opportunity to channel his six-year-old daughter, mentally telling himself "Duh"...because he would NEVER say it out loud. Ever.
Clark happened to round the corner from the hallway just then. Lex didn't remember him changing into sweatpants before they fell asleep, but all of his synapses weren't firing as it was.
"I didn't realize an infomercial on kitchen knives was such comedy gold," Clark mused as he made his way back to the couch. He urged Lex to sit up so they could resume their position of Clark's front to Lex's back.
"No, no. I was just regaining my bearings," Lex said, settling back against Clark's warm chest.
“You want me to turn the sound on the TV back on?” Clark asked as he got comfortable once again, bringing his arm to curl around Lex’s waist, holding him close.
“Mmm,” Lex hummed, already drifting off once he got over his initial paranoia. The hint of Clark’s soap and shampoo lulled him to sleep, but there was something a little off. Something new coming through Clark’s unique and utterly addictive scent. “Clark, do you smoke?”
Clark hesitated before answering. “No, I had a small accident after I went into the kitchen. I’m sorry. I thought I washed it all out.”
“No, its okay, it’s not that noticeable.” Lex reassured him. Now that he concentrated, he could smell a hint of smoke in the room, but not enough to cause a panic. Maybe that’s why Clark left his window open. But the thought left Lex just as quickly as it came. He closed his eyes and let the warmth of the man behind him be his blanket. The news flickering on the 19 inch screen was barely audible, so Lex didn’t even hear about the tenement fire just a few blocks away that was mysteriously put out.
To be continued...