Fiction - Smallville - Longing - Clark/Lex - NC-17
Title: Longing
Author: GothGirl
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Category: Angst
Notes: Inspired by the episode Persona, but you don't have to have watched to read this story. 1,700 words. Thanks to Lola and Alee for beta help. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Warnings: small spoilers for Persona. Slash.
Feedback: Please read and leave feedback.
Disclaimer: Smallville belongs to DC Comics. I am just playing.
Summary: Clark knows where he's going. He just never admits it to himself.
Longing
These days the sounds of the city didn't bother him as much as they once did. Clark had slipped out of bed once Lana's heartbeat and breathing signaled that she was sound asleep. Luckily for Clark, she wasn't a light sleeper. She had been once, waking when he moved, but lately she just slept.
He'd watched her for awhile. Thoughts of what she must have done with his double filled his head until he couldn't stand looking at her anymore. These late night bouts of insomnia and contemplation had become more frequent. He dressed quickly in something dark and ran to the city. He stopped at a newspaper box and stared down at the headlines. People dead and Clark hadn't been there to save them.
He sighed and moved on, listening to the sounds of people living their lives. It soothed him more than he was willing to admit. Once upon a time he'd hated the noise, but these days he craved this, craved the adrenaline rush he got when he swooped in long enough to thwart a mugging or drug deal. He always stuck to Suicide Slums and never stayed long enough for anybody to see him. Once he'd saved a few lives, he found himself wandering the dark city streets. He never admitted his destination, but he always knew where he was going.
Clark shut the door behind him, and stared into the darkened room. The curtains were closed, barely allowing light in, but with his eyes he saw everything. He was already here on the bed, waiting with a drink in one hand and the smell of alcohol in the air. Underneath it all, Clark could detect the lingering odor of cigarette smoke.
"I wasn't sure you'd come," Lex whispered. It was a lie, spoken each time. Clark had been away for a month, but not by choice.
Clark moved to the large bed, gaze fixed on the glittering cuff link on Lex's shirt sleeve. The only sound in the room was the rattle of ice cubes as Lex tipped his glass, and downed the last of his scotch.
"It wasn't my fault," Clark said as he sat with his back to Lex and slowly stripped his clothes off. He'd told Lana the opposite because he knew that was what she wanted to hear.
Clark set each article of clothing on the chair beside the bed, layering them until the abandoned suit jacket vanished beneath his own clothes. He shivered at the touch of Lex's cool hand, though it wasn't from the cold. It felt good, honest, cleansing, and that thought alone sent waves of guilt Clark quashed immediately.
"Doesn't matter," Lex whispered. The bed shifted, cloth rustled and a white shirt was tossed to the chair. Clark lowered his head and waited. Behind him, Lex smoothed his hands across Clark's naked back. "You're here now." He placed a light kiss on Clark's left shoulder then his right, his hands continuing their journey of exploration. Clark leaned into the touch, hungry for the contact. They never talked about why he was here, at least not after the first time.
The bed shifted again and the rest of Lex's clothes were tossed on the chair. Clark watched as the black silk boxers slid to the floor with a whisper. On a whim he reached out and picked them up. He lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply. The musky scent of Lex trapped in the fabric made Clark instantly hard. Behind him Lex stopped this rain of kisses. Clark could hear his heartbeat speed up. His whimsical gesture had the desired effect. Lex pressed up against his bare back. Clark could feel Lex's erection, hard and eager as it slid against Clark's hot flesh.
He turned his head and allowed something he'd never allowed before. Their lips met tentatively at first, but when Clark didn't push Lex away, the kiss turned eager and desperate. Clark twisted just enough to wrap an arm around Lex's torso and push him down to the mattress. He plunged his tongue deep into Lex's open mouth, giving up the last part of himself. He didn't care anymore. He only wanted.
Beneath him, Lex moved to line up their cocks. Clark's whole body shook at the touch of Lex's hand on his shaft. He took hold of Lex's hard cock in his own hand and stroked him. Lex bucked and thrust into Clark's palm. His breath hitched. It only took a few well controlled motions and Lex spilled his seed all over Clark's belly. Lex bit Clark's should as he came, his whole body pressed tightly against Clark. Everywhere they touched felt electric and so alive.
Clark was still rock hard and Lex's hand went slack as he rode out his own orgasm, a sign of satisfaction escaping his lips. Clark stared down at the man he hated most in the world. The look of contentment on Lex's face suddenly filled Clark with resentment. He flipped Lex over onto his stomach, and caressed Lex's ass cheeks. The feel of the hot bare flesh beneath his hands made Clark's hard cock jerk. He spread Lex's legs wide and positioned himself between them, all the while exploring every inch of exposed skin with his hands. Clark bit one cheek then the other, careful not to draw blood. Then he licked slowly from the left cheek, lingering at the crack, to the right cheek. Lex quivered and moaned. Clark glanced up to watch as Lex slid one hand beneath a pillow and pulled out two packets, one lubricant, the other a condom. Clark took them and set them down beside Lex's thigh. He wasn't ready for that just yet.
He licked across the small of Lex's vulnerable back, raising goose bumps on Lex's skin. When he felt he'd thoroughly explored every inch of Lex's round ass, Clark reached for the lubricant, tore it open and squeezed the content onto his fingers. Clark pushed one finger deep inside, relishing as he felt Lex writhed beneath his touch. Lex was tight. Two fingers and Lex pushed back, lifting his ass as high in the air as he could with his legs pinned beneath Clark's weight. Clark shifted slightly, watching Lex move beneath him. He finger-fucked Lex slowly, watching. Soon Clark barely had to move, as Lex fucked himself on Clark's fingers. Clark reached down and tugged on Lex's cock. He was hard again. Clark jerked the shaft slowly, allowing Lex to do all the work.
"Fuck me," Lex said so softly Clark wasn't sure he'd heard him. Clark tugged harder on Lex's cock. Lex barely missed a beat as he pushed back faster and faster. Clark kissed one ass cheek, and then licked slowly.
"Fuck me," Lex said louder and more urgently. Clark continued to lick Lex's ass and jerk his cock with his hand, lost in the sensation of the thick shaft that filled his palm.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Lex cried out over and over. His cock jerked and Lex thrust into Clark's palm and pushed back against Clark's penetrating fingers faster and faster until he was moaning aloud. He came harder this time, and spilled all over the sheets beneath him. Clark pulled his fingers out and tore open the condom packet even as Lex continued to climax.
Using his speed, Clark was behind Lex in less than a second, his condom covered cock pressed to Lex's hole. He pushed in hard, thrusting deep inside. A sigh of satisfaction escaped Clark's lips. Lex's ass clenched around him and Clark gripped Lex's pale hips in both hands to steady him, a silent command which Lex obeyed. Clark fucked Lex as hard as he dared. He knew by the time he was done, he would leave bruises on those pale hips and Lex wouldn’t be able to sit without a pillow, but Clark didn't care.
He thrust in and out, lost in the silky feeling of Lex wrapped warmly around him. Clark loved this moment best. He could do this for hours. He never did. Eventually he had to come. Eventually he had to release Lex, though Lex never complained and never asked Clark to stop. Eventually Clark knew he had to go back to the real world, but for now, he could live in this moment. Live for this moment alone.
Clark gripped Lex's hips more tightly, and slowed his thrusts. He stared down and watched his cock disappear into Lex. He savored the feel as their skin touched over and over. With one hand, Clark caressed Lex's back and ass. He squeezed one cheek, and shifted Lex to spread his legs wider apart. Without protest Lex moved with him, almost as though their minds were linked. He always knew what Clark wanted sometimes even before Clark realized it himself.
The bed rocked. Clark sped up, fucking deeper and deeper into Lex with each thrust. Why couldn't Clark do this with Lana? That brief thought angered him, and he pushed it away as he pounded harder and faster into Lex. Lex eagerly pushed back. A bead of sweat trickled down Clark's temple. He held Lex in place as his balls tightened and his orgasm built. His groans grew louder with each thrust, and he could hear Lex whisper "harder" over and over, too soft for anybody who wasn't him to hear. Clark came with his cock buried deep in Lex. He pulsed over and over, filling the condom. Lex clenched around him.
They moved apart slowly. Clark already felt regret as he slipped out of Lex. He settled down on the bed beside Lex, removed the used condom and tossed it on the floor. The room was hot now, filled with the sharp aroma of their sex. Clark closed his eyes, and inhaled. He'd missed the smell most. Clark smiled at the thought.
"What's so amusing?" Lex asked through gritted teeth. Clark shifted to lie on his side, and face Lex. He reached out and placed a big hand on Lex's bruised hip, and smirked. Lex didn't bother to hide the flinch.
"Nothing," Clark whispered as he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Lex's slack lips. They kissed long and lingeringly, tongues touching. Longing fulfilled.
End
Author: GothGirl
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Category: Angst
Notes: Inspired by the episode Persona, but you don't have to have watched to read this story. 1,700 words. Thanks to Lola and Alee for beta help. All remaining mistakes are mine.
Warnings: small spoilers for Persona. Slash.
Feedback: Please read and leave feedback.
Disclaimer: Smallville belongs to DC Comics. I am just playing.
Summary: Clark knows where he's going. He just never admits it to himself.
Longing
These days the sounds of the city didn't bother him as much as they once did. Clark had slipped out of bed once Lana's heartbeat and breathing signaled that she was sound asleep. Luckily for Clark, she wasn't a light sleeper. She had been once, waking when he moved, but lately she just slept.
He'd watched her for awhile. Thoughts of what she must have done with his double filled his head until he couldn't stand looking at her anymore. These late night bouts of insomnia and contemplation had become more frequent. He dressed quickly in something dark and ran to the city. He stopped at a newspaper box and stared down at the headlines. People dead and Clark hadn't been there to save them.
He sighed and moved on, listening to the sounds of people living their lives. It soothed him more than he was willing to admit. Once upon a time he'd hated the noise, but these days he craved this, craved the adrenaline rush he got when he swooped in long enough to thwart a mugging or drug deal. He always stuck to Suicide Slums and never stayed long enough for anybody to see him. Once he'd saved a few lives, he found himself wandering the dark city streets. He never admitted his destination, but he always knew where he was going.
Clark shut the door behind him, and stared into the darkened room. The curtains were closed, barely allowing light in, but with his eyes he saw everything. He was already here on the bed, waiting with a drink in one hand and the smell of alcohol in the air. Underneath it all, Clark could detect the lingering odor of cigarette smoke.
"I wasn't sure you'd come," Lex whispered. It was a lie, spoken each time. Clark had been away for a month, but not by choice.
Clark moved to the large bed, gaze fixed on the glittering cuff link on Lex's shirt sleeve. The only sound in the room was the rattle of ice cubes as Lex tipped his glass, and downed the last of his scotch.
"It wasn't my fault," Clark said as he sat with his back to Lex and slowly stripped his clothes off. He'd told Lana the opposite because he knew that was what she wanted to hear.
Clark set each article of clothing on the chair beside the bed, layering them until the abandoned suit jacket vanished beneath his own clothes. He shivered at the touch of Lex's cool hand, though it wasn't from the cold. It felt good, honest, cleansing, and that thought alone sent waves of guilt Clark quashed immediately.
"Doesn't matter," Lex whispered. The bed shifted, cloth rustled and a white shirt was tossed to the chair. Clark lowered his head and waited. Behind him, Lex smoothed his hands across Clark's naked back. "You're here now." He placed a light kiss on Clark's left shoulder then his right, his hands continuing their journey of exploration. Clark leaned into the touch, hungry for the contact. They never talked about why he was here, at least not after the first time.
The bed shifted again and the rest of Lex's clothes were tossed on the chair. Clark watched as the black silk boxers slid to the floor with a whisper. On a whim he reached out and picked them up. He lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply. The musky scent of Lex trapped in the fabric made Clark instantly hard. Behind him Lex stopped this rain of kisses. Clark could hear his heartbeat speed up. His whimsical gesture had the desired effect. Lex pressed up against his bare back. Clark could feel Lex's erection, hard and eager as it slid against Clark's hot flesh.
He turned his head and allowed something he'd never allowed before. Their lips met tentatively at first, but when Clark didn't push Lex away, the kiss turned eager and desperate. Clark twisted just enough to wrap an arm around Lex's torso and push him down to the mattress. He plunged his tongue deep into Lex's open mouth, giving up the last part of himself. He didn't care anymore. He only wanted.
Beneath him, Lex moved to line up their cocks. Clark's whole body shook at the touch of Lex's hand on his shaft. He took hold of Lex's hard cock in his own hand and stroked him. Lex bucked and thrust into Clark's palm. His breath hitched. It only took a few well controlled motions and Lex spilled his seed all over Clark's belly. Lex bit Clark's should as he came, his whole body pressed tightly against Clark. Everywhere they touched felt electric and so alive.
Clark was still rock hard and Lex's hand went slack as he rode out his own orgasm, a sign of satisfaction escaping his lips. Clark stared down at the man he hated most in the world. The look of contentment on Lex's face suddenly filled Clark with resentment. He flipped Lex over onto his stomach, and caressed Lex's ass cheeks. The feel of the hot bare flesh beneath his hands made Clark's hard cock jerk. He spread Lex's legs wide and positioned himself between them, all the while exploring every inch of exposed skin with his hands. Clark bit one cheek then the other, careful not to draw blood. Then he licked slowly from the left cheek, lingering at the crack, to the right cheek. Lex quivered and moaned. Clark glanced up to watch as Lex slid one hand beneath a pillow and pulled out two packets, one lubricant, the other a condom. Clark took them and set them down beside Lex's thigh. He wasn't ready for that just yet.
He licked across the small of Lex's vulnerable back, raising goose bumps on Lex's skin. When he felt he'd thoroughly explored every inch of Lex's round ass, Clark reached for the lubricant, tore it open and squeezed the content onto his fingers. Clark pushed one finger deep inside, relishing as he felt Lex writhed beneath his touch. Lex was tight. Two fingers and Lex pushed back, lifting his ass as high in the air as he could with his legs pinned beneath Clark's weight. Clark shifted slightly, watching Lex move beneath him. He finger-fucked Lex slowly, watching. Soon Clark barely had to move, as Lex fucked himself on Clark's fingers. Clark reached down and tugged on Lex's cock. He was hard again. Clark jerked the shaft slowly, allowing Lex to do all the work.
"Fuck me," Lex said so softly Clark wasn't sure he'd heard him. Clark tugged harder on Lex's cock. Lex barely missed a beat as he pushed back faster and faster. Clark kissed one ass cheek, and then licked slowly.
"Fuck me," Lex said louder and more urgently. Clark continued to lick Lex's ass and jerk his cock with his hand, lost in the sensation of the thick shaft that filled his palm.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Lex cried out over and over. His cock jerked and Lex thrust into Clark's palm and pushed back against Clark's penetrating fingers faster and faster until he was moaning aloud. He came harder this time, and spilled all over the sheets beneath him. Clark pulled his fingers out and tore open the condom packet even as Lex continued to climax.
Using his speed, Clark was behind Lex in less than a second, his condom covered cock pressed to Lex's hole. He pushed in hard, thrusting deep inside. A sigh of satisfaction escaped Clark's lips. Lex's ass clenched around him and Clark gripped Lex's pale hips in both hands to steady him, a silent command which Lex obeyed. Clark fucked Lex as hard as he dared. He knew by the time he was done, he would leave bruises on those pale hips and Lex wouldn’t be able to sit without a pillow, but Clark didn't care.
He thrust in and out, lost in the silky feeling of Lex wrapped warmly around him. Clark loved this moment best. He could do this for hours. He never did. Eventually he had to come. Eventually he had to release Lex, though Lex never complained and never asked Clark to stop. Eventually Clark knew he had to go back to the real world, but for now, he could live in this moment. Live for this moment alone.
Clark gripped Lex's hips more tightly, and slowed his thrusts. He stared down and watched his cock disappear into Lex. He savored the feel as their skin touched over and over. With one hand, Clark caressed Lex's back and ass. He squeezed one cheek, and shifted Lex to spread his legs wider apart. Without protest Lex moved with him, almost as though their minds were linked. He always knew what Clark wanted sometimes even before Clark realized it himself.
The bed rocked. Clark sped up, fucking deeper and deeper into Lex with each thrust. Why couldn't Clark do this with Lana? That brief thought angered him, and he pushed it away as he pounded harder and faster into Lex. Lex eagerly pushed back. A bead of sweat trickled down Clark's temple. He held Lex in place as his balls tightened and his orgasm built. His groans grew louder with each thrust, and he could hear Lex whisper "harder" over and over, too soft for anybody who wasn't him to hear. Clark came with his cock buried deep in Lex. He pulsed over and over, filling the condom. Lex clenched around him.
They moved apart slowly. Clark already felt regret as he slipped out of Lex. He settled down on the bed beside Lex, removed the used condom and tossed it on the floor. The room was hot now, filled with the sharp aroma of their sex. Clark closed his eyes, and inhaled. He'd missed the smell most. Clark smiled at the thought.
"What's so amusing?" Lex asked through gritted teeth. Clark shifted to lie on his side, and face Lex. He reached out and placed a big hand on Lex's bruised hip, and smirked. Lex didn't bother to hide the flinch.
"Nothing," Clark whispered as he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Lex's slack lips. They kissed long and lingeringly, tongues touching. Longing fulfilled.
End