Superman For Sale, part 8

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Title: Superman for Sale
Author: D.M. Wyatt
Pairing: Clark/Lex, friendship Clois
Rating: This chapter definitely is NC-17
Warnings: Physical and Emotional TC, graphic descriptions of adult sexual content, BD/SM, future fic, post rift
Spoilers: None
Short summary of this section: Clark wakes up in Lex's arms and isn't happy about it, later Lex makes Clark hot and bothered...
Cover: Much thanks to danceswithgary!

Previous chapters can be found at the index post HERE.

Part 8 of ??? (about15)

~:::~

Even though you might not think so, despite his invulnerability, Superman actually could tell the difference between warm things and cold things and soft things and hard things. Of course he wasn't bothered by extremes of the weather like humans were, aside from making him irritable that is, and probably could sleep on ice cold steel without getting a stiff neck or an aching back. Even so, he liked comfort and warmth.

So when he woke sometime during the night, he could tell, even without being fully awake, that he was in someplace warm and soft. Because of this, Clark didn't want to wake at all when his half conscious brain examined the idea for a moment. He was too comfortable and felt safe.

The warm comfort was luxurious and he sighed happily before he snuggled down deeper into the pillows. Or, at least, he thought they were pillows until they moved when he did.

His eyes snapped open immediately and he took stock. It only took an instant to realize that the pillow wasn't really a pillow (it had been too firm for that in any case), but was in fact Lex's chest. He was shocked when he realized that the reason that he'd felt safe was because Lex's arms had been wrapped around him.

Clark sat up straight and cried out, "Lex!"

Lex had been asleep, or close to it, his eyes opened and he squinted up at Clark with a confused look on his face. "Somethin' wrong...?"

"You were holding me."

He looked blearily at the clock. "It's three a.m."    Lex settled back down and pulled up the covers. "Go back to sleep, Clark."

"I told you no sex... you broke your promise."

Lex glared at Clark. "In what universe does cuddling equal sex?"  He smirked. "And, just so you know, I didn't break any promises."

"What do you mean? I woke up and you had your arms around me."

"I was just enjoying it. You woke me up when you snuggled up to me in your sleep."

Clark was shocked. "What? I didn't..."

"Yes, you did and you enjoyed it too."

Affronted, Clark crossed his arms and scowled at Lex. "Why would I do that and how would you even know if I had been enjoying it?"

"I know because you were the one who had snuggled up to me and you were also the one who had been making happy sounds."

"Happy sounds? What kind of happy sounds?"

Lex shrugged, exasperated. "I don't know, Clark. You made sounds which seemed to indicate that you were happy."

"You're lying."   Skeptical and embarrassed, Clark pulled the covers up to his chest. He tried not to pout.  "What is a happy sound anyway?"

"Well, they were sort of a soft hum mixed with a sigh..."

Clark scowled.

Lex continued with an amused smirk, "Oh, and you talked in your sleep."

"I don't talk in my sleep."

"You might be right."   Lex looked thoughtful for a moment. "It was more like a mumble."

"I don't mumble in my sleep either."

Lex arched an eyebrow at Clark, "Well, you were asleep."

Clark scowled, "Okay, if I had spoken, or mumbled, what had I said?"

"It wasn't really audible, but I don't think it was even English.   It was adorable, actually. Were you speaking Kryptonian? I'd like to hear more."

Kryptonian?

"I don't know what I said, Lex! I was asleep."

"Are there other languages you speak that you might mumble in your sleep?"

Clark growled, "What other languages I can speak is beside the point."

"So what is your point discussing this at three in the morning?"

"You need to let me go."

Lex snorted, "Why do you think that?"

"You broke the rules, so you broke our agreement. That gives me an out."

"No, Clark, it doesn't."

"You should let me go home."

"No, I shouldn't."

"You're not going to let me wriggle out of this, are you?"

"You're the one who made the deal to stay, Clark. You agreed, so I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain."

"I didn't agree to sleep in the same bed with you... you were holding me in your arms and, although it might not violate the letter of our agreement, it does go against the intent."

"So?"

"So, if you're not going to let me leave, you should at least move in another bed. Let me sleep somewhere else."

"I'm not going to do that. You're the one who did the cuddling; it was you that broke the intent of the rules."

"But I was asleep..."

"That's not really an excuse, Clark."

"Well, you should have pushed me off or woken me up."

"Why should I have done that?"

"Because you know I don't want that.... that... level of intimacy."

"Is that really true, Clark?  I've seen you making a lot of suspiciously sudden trips to the bathroom for a man who never gets sick.  And before you woke up you had apparently enjoyed the cuddling you're now professing that you didn't want."

Clark frowned and somehow couldn't look at Lex. He asked quietly, "What's your point?"

"I think your subconscious knows what you want more than you do."

Confused by his mixed emotions on the point, Clark had no answer to that.

"Go back to sleep, Clark." Lex turned over onto his side and pulled the covers up to his chin. "Even superheroes need rest."

Clark turned away from Lex and lay on the very edge of the bed, but didn't go to sleep right away. He listened to the sound of Lex's breathing and heart beat as the other man drifted back into sleep.

He knew Lex was right; he had enjoyed the feeling of comfort when he had been in Lex's arms.   Clark was torn on what to do next and it took a very long time before he could fall asleep.

~:::~

Clark woke when Lex's alarm went off.  He didn't look forward to today, so he waited in bed for Lex to finish in the bathroom. Lex gave him a smile when he left, showered and ready for the day. The phantom fingers touched him again, but he thought of his mother and managed to keep from having to use any frigid air.

He showered quickly and kicked himself when he realized he hadn't brought his clothes into the bathroom. He didn't have a robe and, annoyed by his own forgetfulness, he walked out into the bedroom as he dried his hair with a towel, but was otherwise completely naked.

He stepped into the closet, when he heard a slight gasp. He took the towel down off his head and saw Lex standing in the midst of the destroyed section of closet with Mercy.   She had a clipboard and an annoyed expression on her face.

Lex's expression was one of awe as he looked Clark up and down. It had been him, apparently, who had gasped.

Clark felt the full body blush warm his skin and inflame his need. He hastily wrapped the towel around his waist, and hoped it hid the evidence of his arousal.  He was at a loss of what to say, so he was grateful when Lex filled in the awkward silence.

Lex tried to act cool, but Clark wasn't fooled. He could feel the heat of Lex's arousal from three feet away.

"Clark, I'm glad you're here... I think we might want to take advantage of your little temper tantrum to have some modifications done.  What do you think of me adding a secret compartment where you can hang your suits?"

Clark felt embarrassed by his lost temper from the night before, "I'll pay for the damages."  He fidgeted.  "I'm sorry I lost control, Lex."

"Oh, you didn't completely lose control. I think the whole building would have come down around our ears if you had." Lex sounded almost affectionate. "I'm amazed at your restraint, actually."

Clark scowled as the fingers started to feel him up even more than before. "You're not mad?"

"No, not at all.  I had wanted to remodel this closet anyway and now I'll have a chance to make it better for you. I'll have a secret compartment put in for your suits, just in case someone should wander in here.  Not that anyone will since it is my closet, but you can never be too careful." Lex smiled indulgently.  "It'll be okay, Clark."

He frowned and sped to the pile of his clothes and picked up what he needed to get dressed and then sped back into the bathroom. Once he'd slammed closed the door and locked it, he didn't need any superpowers to hear Lex chuckle.

~:::~

He quickly got ready for work.   Clark needed to get into the office early to attend an editorial meeting before going to City Hall for the press conference at eight.

After that, he knew Lois would insist they share a cab with Jimmy just so she could rub it into his face that there are times when he can't use his powers to get around traveling in cars like others do.

She will do it obliquely, of course. She will likely talk about how awful cabs in Metropolis are and how terrific it would be to fly around everywhere like Superman and not have to worry about whether an available cab would come when needed.  Of course, Jimmy will wax wistful and agree, not knowing that Clark is really Superman and that Lois is just trying to get under his skin.

She never really forgave him for not letting her in on his secret before they had started dating. Not that they had dated very long. He wondered if part of the reason Lois got on his case all the time was because she thought that she might have been at least partly responsible for making Clark gay. He'd tried to explain it hadn't had anything to do with her, but that explanation hadn't really helped at all.

Her needling him was her way of paying him back for that and lying about being Superman, but as Clark figures it, they should have been even years ago. Lois doesn't see it that way, apparently, since Lex was right what he'd said about her earlier: she just loves to keep Clark flustered.

Sometimes he thinks her mockery of him (especially when he is the only who knows she's mocking him) is her favorite pastime. He sighed as he walked out into kitchen as he straightened his tie.

Mrs. O'Hara was in the kitchen and when he walked in, she handed him a paper bag and a travel mug. He looked quizzically at her.

"What's this?"

"Yourself said you had to be off to work early... Since I'd done with Mr. Luthor's breakfast, I thought you could use a hot meal to start your day. It took years to get Mr. Luthor to let me make him a hot breakfast.  I couldn't abide the thought of him making do with just a cup of coffee. It broke my heart to see how little the dear used to eat..." She smiled warmly at Clark and pointed at the bag, "Now, there's some coffee and I put a few things into that sack so you could eat on the cab ride in."

Clark was a bit perplexed by the affection Mrs. O'Hara had for Lex, it seemed so sincere, but he was truly touched by her making him breakfast to go. "Why, that was really thoughtful of you, Mrs. O'Hara."

"Don't mention it, a young lad such as yourself should eat a hearty breakfast every morn. There's a sandwich made with eggs, cheese and bacon and a homemade croissant. There's also a blueberry muffin and some fresh fruit. I know I won't need to threaten you to get you to eat it all."

Clark laughed, "No, you won't and I'm truly touched."  He looked significantly over at Lex. "I had some trouble sleeping last night, so I am running a bit late."

Lex scowled as he delicately cut up his omelet.

Mrs. O'Hara was concerned. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, dear lad, but the coffee is strong and extra hot." She smiled and patted him affectionately on the arm. "That should help."

"I'm sure it will."

Clark smiled warmly at her and he didn't need to look to know that Lex was glowering at him behind his back.   He looked at Lex over his shoulder, the other man was glowering, so he smirked back just before he kissed a blushing Mrs. O'Hara on the cheek. "Thank you so much, Mrs. O'Hara."

Completely flustered, Mrs. O'Hara was almost speechless.   "Oh, Mr. Kent... Now, a young lad like you kissing me cheek! Jealous you're gonna make Mr. O'Hara..."

Clark smiled his most charming smile at Mrs. O'Hara and flirted shamelessly with her. "Oh, I don't know what you could possibly mean... Why would Mr. O'Hara worry that someone might make off with his lovely bride?"  Clark lifted her chubby hand to his lips. He kissed her fingers as he winked at her and if a woman of that age could squeal in delight, she did.

Her face flushed and her heart beat racing, she excused herself and headed straight the bathroom. Clark could hear her washing her face, trying to compose herself.

Lex sighed heavily and Clark looked back and arched an eyebrow at him. "No breakfast sandwich, Lex?"

Lex sniffed in indignation. "I don't do breakfast sandwiches."  He took a bite of his avocado and Swiss omelet and arched an eyebrow back as Clark smiled more broadly.

He left with the travel mug of Mrs. O'Hara's wonderful coffee clutched in one hand and the bag she'd given him in the other.

~:::~

Clark didn't usually take a cab into work, he actually liked walking, but he did that morning. It gave him a chance to eat the breakfast sandwich while it was still hot. It was delicious, the driver had pouted as Clark finished it so he gave him the muffin and an extra large tip as a consolation prize.

He wondered at how a curmudgeon like Lex could have lucked into hiring one of the sweetest people he'd ever met as an employee. And the fact that she seemed to adore Lex was completely inexplicable.

Clark had twenty-eight days left of his sentence at Lex's, he was still annoyed that he had been manipulated into giving Lex what he wanted, but he was going to enjoy the side benefits as long as he was going to be there.  He smiled wryly as he walked into the office.  He was very glad he didn’t have to worry about his weight.

~:::~

Clark had been right: the cab ride over to City Hall had been hell. Jammed into the back with Lois and Jimmy while she gushed about how wonderful it would be if she could fly like 'Superman' and not have to be jammed into the back of smelly cabs.

The cabbie glowered at her in the mirror and took the longest and slowest way possible to City Hall. Clark tried to get him to understand that cutting through Suicide Slums wasn't the best way to get to City Hall, but the man seemed to have suddenly become deaf.

Lois didn't seem to notice and her eyes sparkled as she made him squirm. He fumed, but could say nothing in front of Jimmy and the driver. The fact that the ride took longer than normal because of a pissed off cabbie didn't help any.  He was in a foul mood by the time they got out of the cab, which wasn't helped when Lois left immediately, expecting him to pay.

He apologized to the cabbie for Lois' rude remarks before running after Lois and Jimmy.

The press conference was supposed to start promptly at eight, but of course the Mayor was late. That made everyone in the room irritable and didn't help that it was crowded. Jammed in between Clark and another large reporter from the competing daily in Metropolis, it was time for Lois to get annoyed. Jimmy had taken a spot with the other photographers in the back.

Another bothersome complication was that the air conditioning had failed. It was very hot, so Lois and everyone else looked very uncomfortable. It was Clark's turn to mock her as he used his most fake innocent tone to ask if Lois was warm...  Her only answer to that was a glare.

Clark was glad for an excuse to loosen his tie as he pretended to be hot like everyone else, which made Lois even more annoyed. Yes, sometimes having superpowers did come in very handy. He couldn't resist a slight smile as he watched Lois loosen the top buttons of her blouse and fan herself with her notebook.

It was just then that the mayor had decided to finally make an appearance, more than an hour late.

Clark sighed and got ready to listen to boring political posturing, the mayor was addressing a petty scandal by one of his staffers (including some minor malfeasance of his campaign funds).

His annoyance at having to come to this close to pointless press conference when he certainly had better things to do, like cleaning out his pencil drawer, combined with listening to the boring rhetoric only made his head hurt. He was so intent on trying to focus on the mayor, trying hard to pay attention and figure out what tack to take with his story, that he didn't feel the phantom fingers at first.

Or least, when he had thought about it later, it's what he'd guessed had been the reason. Or perhaps, he had supposed, that he had become so inured to the feeling that any casual increase in the sensation was simply beneath his notice.

Whatever the reason, he didn't at first feel the escalation of the finger's activities until the mayor had paused making his remarks to take a drink of water. Clark actually felt hot and sweaty before noticing anything else out of the ordinary. It was an unusual sensation for him and he was so thrown by it, he actually was having trouble paying attention. He could only think about being somewhere colder.

He loosened his tie further and opened up his shirt trying to get cooler... He was so intent on trying to get cool, yet still pay attention to the answers the mayor was giving, that he was surprised by a small gasp of pain next to him.   He looked down at Lois as she rubbed her elbow in obvious pain. It was only then that he'd realized she'd just elbowed him in the ribs. Since he wasn't expecting it so he could pull back so she wouldn't hurt herself, she'd badly bruised her elbow. He x-rayed her to be sure, but she didn't appear to be seriously hurt.

He looked up at her face as he hissed at him, "Clark..." He was completely perplexed by her actions until she looked pointedly at his neckline and looked back up at his face. She whispered harshly, "You might want to button your shirt."

Confused, Clark looked down and saw blue... Shocked, he buttoned up his shirt so quickly he was sure no one would have noticed. However, as soon as he was done, Lois visibly relaxed and turned her attention back to the press conference as she continued to fan herself.

Flustered by some of the annoyed stares he was getting, Clark had problems concentrating on the continuing press conference. Then the phantom fingers got more noticeable. Suddenly, it was like he was getting an erotic message from a thousand hands at once.

They were caressing and touching and Clark was finding it very hard to pay attention to the mayor as he droned on. When the time came for the man to answer questions, Clark's hair was damp and one loose curl threatened to turn into the signature spit curl all by itself. He was perplexed when the feelings of caressing phantom fingers escalated into lips brushing against his shoulders and warm breath on his neck.

However, when he heard Lex speak a soft, breathy, "Clark," he knew why it was happening.

All of a sudden he knew what was causing the phantom fingers feeling him all over, when the witch only ever caused prickly insect crawling sensations....

Lust...

She had hated him; had hated men. That had been clear. That was why the feelings under her spell were unpleasant.

Yes, Clark decided. It was Lex's lust for him that caused the fingers to touch and tease him. Lex must be thinking about, fantasizing about, having sex with Clark.

That tore it, the anger he felt made him completely lose track of what was going on but then the lips drifted to his stomach and moved down and he felt hot breath over his groin and the tickle of fingertips across the inside of his thighs.  It was too much, the desire he felt was overwhelming and he...

He had to leave.

But the Mayor was now taking questions and Clark had questions to ask.

Or he had questions before the phantom version of Lex had started making love to him, that is.

At least he had thought that he had some questions, but his mind was completely blank. He could think of nothing except for the sensations of a tongue and lips tracing a line down his stomach, around his belly button, following the sprinkling of hair that lead down-

He stood up abruptly, his notepad lamely held in front of the embarrassing proof of his growing need.  Clark apologized and stammered as he fumbled his way out of the crowded row, he stepped heavily on several people's feet and wished he could zoom into the air, to zoom to freedom and a much colder climate. It was all he could do to stay on the ground and try not to step on anyone else's toes as headed to the aisle...

So close, just a few steps more...

He realized, as he was about to step over the last person in the row, an extremely heavy set man that was vainly trying to suck in his stomach and move his feet into the aisle to let him pass, that the room had gone completely silent except for his stammered apologies. Stricken, he looked up to the podium where the mayor looked at him, obviously annoyed.

"Am I boring you, Mr. Kent?"

Clark felt his already flushed face get even hotter as he felt a blush spread over his entire body. "No... uhm... no, sir.. I'm sorry, but I have to go... It's uh... It's the heat... Not feeling so good..."

He pushed his glasses up his nose and turned to look at a stricken Lois. Despite the heat her face was pale and she looked concerned. Clark looked at her helplessly before he again tried to get past the fat guy in the aisle. His foot got caught on the other man's leg and Clark stumbled out into the aisle before he fell hard on the carpet.

He scrambled up as scattered chuckles lightened the mood in the room. Clark hunched over and tried to move as quickly as he could without resorting to using his speed. He left the room and as soon as the door closed behind him, no one in evidence to witness, Clark ran faster than humanly possible to the nearest men's room.  He closed himself in the extra large handicapped stall at the end of the row.

He leaned against the wall and loosened his shirt. The lips that had been touching his stomach so tenderly before now nipped and kissed harder. Clark was so hard, it was actually painful.

He had to relieve the pressure, ease the pain...

Clark desperately pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuckled his belt. In his haste, he ripped the zipper from the fabric. He pushed the pants down enough to expose the aching erection inside his tights.

He reached into the waist band of his suit and put a hand on the base of his aching erection and pressed, unwilling at this point to do more to relieve the pain. This was Lex's fault. He knew it and he refused to give him the satisfaction of giving into the sensations. However, his anger became only an undertone to what he was feeling.

He couldn't give in because he knew it was Lex that was doing this to him. A phantom version of Lex's lips traced a line of kisses across his stomach as he felt Lex's fingers clench his ass.  Helpless to do anything to defend himself, there was no one to push away, no hands to grab, he slid down the wall and sat on the floor with his back against the wall. With his free hand he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He fumbled with it and moaned loudly, in agony.   He had to get this to stop.

He pressed the number for Lex's office. Thank god for an eidetic memory or he wouldn't have remembered it at all.

A woman picked up...  Mercy, Clark thought.  She'll never put me through.

He suppressed a groan and tried to speak as calmly and as evenly as he could, but his ability to form complete sentences had apparently left him.  "Lex in?"  He felt the tongue circling his belly button and he barely held in a moan, "It's Clark..."

He could hear the condescension in her voice, and she put an emphasis on the 'Mr.' and her voice dripped icy contempt, "Mr. Luthor is not available, may I take a message?"

Clark moaned as he could feel Lex's tongue trace a line down his stomach and then Lex breathed on him. Mercy made a disgusted sound and said under her breath, "Freak..." and hung up.

Frustrated, Clark crushed his phone in his hand as Lex squeezed his ass and his breath felt hot on his groin. He didn't think he could have gotten any harder, but he was so close... He felt like he was going to burst.

And just when he thought the situation couldn't get any worse (and sitting on the floor in the men's room in City Hall with his dick in his hand was bad enough), he heard Lois and Jimmy coming down the hall toward the bathroom.

Clark wasn't using his super senses to listen to them approach. He could easily hear them since they were arguing the whole way. They stopped just outside the door.

Jimmy sounded desperate, as if he knew that trying to reason with Lois when she had her mind set on something was like tilting at windmills: it was completely guaranteed to not work. "Lois, you can't go in there... It's the men's room!"

He silently prayed for Jimmy to succeed in preventing Lois from entering. He didn't, of course.

Lois sounded determined, "You actually think you can stop me?"

The door opened and Clark suppressed the urge to moan again when Lois and Jimmy marched up the bathroom to the stall where he was now trapped.

Lois was angry. "Clark, that better be you in there."

Jimmy was frantic, "Lois, this is the men's room. You shouldn't be in here!"

"I need to talk to Clark..." She banged on the door to the stall. "Clark, you need to come out here and explain what's going on right now."

Clark groaned, but didn't voice any reply other than that.

Jimmy sounded worried. "You sick, CK?"

Lois sounded skeptical. "Come on, Clark. What's going on? You never get sick."

Jimmy interjected, hesitantly, "Well, yes he does, Lois.  He gets sick all the time. He was just out for a whole week... Maybe he's having a relapse."

Lois got furious and Clark got even more miserable. "If you're not going to help, James Olsen, then you can leave."

The fingers of one of the hands, one of Lex's hands, started to gently caress him gently in between the cheeks.  Clark gasped in his shock and his back arched against the wall as he hissed with the effort of trying to not vocalize.

Jimmy's voice was soft, yet urgent. "You okay, CK?"

Clark couldn't speak, not without revealing his real problem, revealing that he wasn't really sick. He listened in pained silence as he heard Lois grab hold of Jimmy.

"I think that Clark needs to be left alone, so off you go."

Jimmy sputtered, "Then you shouldn't be in here either... It's the men's room!"

"Out Olsen! Now!"

Clark heard Lois manhandle Jimmy out of the room and then she locked the door behind him. The fingers of one of Lex's hands further explored the area around his opening and Clark gasped.  He pressed harder on the base of his cock to try and keep from coming with Lois in the same room with him.

Life couldn't be more perfect than this, Clark thought sarcastically.

She slowly walked down the length of long bathroom and stopped just outside the stall door.   She spoke with uncharacteristic hesitance, "You... uhm... you okay, Clark?"

Clark couldn't speak, couldn't risk her hearing the "sex" in his voice.... He wasn't sure how he was going to explain that if she realized... not trusting his voice, stupidly Clark just nodded.

He heard cloth rustle, as if she had crossed her arms. Her voice sounded more annoyed as Clark pressed hard against his cock, he refused to let the phantom fingers caressing him and the phantom lips kissing him where he hadn't been kissed for so long bring him to a climax. Not with Lois in the room.

"Clark, I can't see you shake your head. You okay?"

He thought he could manage a 'hmm hmm' without giving Lois a clue to his embarrassing problem, but the 'hmm' turned into a long moan as his hips, against his will, thrust up against his hand.

Lois sounded suspicious, "What is going on, Clark? I'm willing to cover for you with Perry, but maybe giving me an idea of what's going on would be nice. You never get sick, unless there's kryptonite involved..."

Clark just moaned in complete misery. But then Lois's voice became hushed and he could see her trying to peek through the crack between the wall and door to the stall.

"Is this some kind of alien mating cycle? You've been acting a bit strange and it smells like sex in here."  Her voice got husky, "Did Luthor give you some sort of sex pollen?"

He groaned and banged his head against the wall in frustration. He managed to croak, "Just leave, Lois... Please."

She threw something at him over the wall of the stall. Clark flinched reflexively, but it was just his reporter's notebook. It hit him in the head before it fell to the floor.

Her voice was harsh. "You dropped that." Her voice softened again, "I'll cover for you with Perry, but please call me later to tell me you're going to be okay." He heard her footsteps retreat and the door open and close. It opened again.

Her voice was firm. "Oh, and Clark? You are going to tell me this story and will explain exactly what's been going on, even if I can't ever print it."

Clark groaned in pain as he heard her close the door.   Luckily the door locked, it seems she'd gotten a key from somewhere. He silently thanked her as one of the fingers that had been circling his opening, pressed in.

He was so hard, so close, he couldn't think... The phantom lips moved down from his navel, following the trail of the light dusting of hair down to the soft curls that surrounded his cock. He could feel Lex's hot breath on his skin as he kissed and nipped and licked.

The fingers trailed up Clark's length and he could barely think. He was going to kill Lex when this was over, but it'd been so long since anyone had touched him and he'd been kept so sexually charged. He welcomed the release he knew would finally come.

Ethics be damned! He might be invulnerable, but Clark still had needs...

He desired Lex, spell or no spell, and always had. So, he had to admit this is what he wanted. However, he had absolutely refused to give into the urges of his body up until now, but the sensations couldn't be ignored and were impossible to fight.

His mind shifted as he gave in and let his body just feel... when that happened, his eyes only partly open and slightly out of focus, he could almost see Lex. He seemed almost corporeal, and his phantom fingers became almost visible, the feelings were so real. It was like Lex was right there on the bathroom floor with him, making love to him as he sat on the cold hard floor. He slid down to the floor so he was lying on his back and pulled his knees up and apart, giving into the sensations that Lex was giving him through the magic spell.

He shuddered and closed his eyes with pleasure, the sensations finally overwhelming his intellect. He was lost in the feel of fingers and lips and tongue on his skin.  Lex's fingers from one hand moved down and gently grasped the base of his shaft as his tongue traced a line up it, feeling warm and wet.

Clark wanted to grab something, squeeze Lex's shoulder, caress his bare head, but he writhed on the floor. In ecstasy yet alone, his breath became quick, his heart pounding so loudly in his chest that he had trouble hearing anything else.

Without thinking, he stretched out his senses and searched for the sound of Lex's breath and heartbeat. He found them and Lex was as breathless as he was, and his heart was beating uncharacteristically fast. He could hear the wet slide of lubed skin on lubed skin. Lex was beating off while thinking of him.

Even though they weren't in the same room and it wasn't entirely welcome (it wasn't entirely unwelcome either), Clark was so close. He wished he could kiss Lex, taste his skin... He heard Lex huskily whisper his name again. Then the phantom version of Lex that was with him in the bathroom closed his mouth around him and swallowed.  Clark's mind narrowed to only sensation and he was lost in it.

He came with an explosion of ecstasy that centered on his groin and made the rest of the world melt away.

Clark's body shuddered with the release, as he somehow (he didn't remember the exact moment) kicked the toilet. He barely perceived the sound of cracking porcelain and water running onto the floor.

At least he didn't really notice anything had happened until the water soaked his clothes and hair and chilled his skin. He lay panting on the cold floor as the water continued to flow out of the broken porcelain and regretted his choice of hiding place... A broom closet would have been less wet.

Clark lay there for a second before he sighed as he got up and looked sadly at the broken fixture. He was a bit surprised by the lack of evidence of his orgasm. He looked down his trunks and examined his stomach and hands. He then looked around but didn't see where the come had ended up. Perplexed, he leaned over and turned the handle that shut off the water supply.

Clark refocused his hearing on Lex as he tucked in his shirt and buckled his belt. His anger came rushing back when he heard Lex taking a shower. The other man was humming happily.

He pushed his eyeglasses back up his nose and straightened his tie. Clark's mouth thinned into a line of cold, hard resolve.

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