Deal 5B
I know, I know--for someone on LJ break, I'm here an awful lot--but I have presents! Hot tasty fic, fresh from the oven! Have a slice?
title: Deal
fandom: SV
rating:3
pairing: Clark/Lex
Adam sat on the edge of his-the guest room bed--and contemplated the mounds of clothing and just…stuff…that he was trying to cram into the pair of suitcases open on the floor. He shook his head. Amazing what crap you could accumulate in the space of a month or two. He was about to give it another go when the door to the room creaked open, and a red-faced Clark stood there.
“Oh-you’re packing all ready? But school doesn’t start for another week…”
Adam waved him in. “I know, but there’s so much I have to do yet, and Harry’s breathing down my neck. I need to get back to Metropolis…” He grinned up at Clark, hoping he was doing a good job of ‘upbeat and cheerful.’ “Can you believe all this crap?”
Clark smiled slightly and walked in, stood by the bed. “I feel kind of lousy. Can I lay on you for a minute?”
Adam looked up, their eyes met for a second before Clark blushed and looked away, and he figured he had a pretty good idea what was bothering the kid. Man.
“Sure. Come here,” he said, and slid over to make room. The bed sighed beneath their weight; Adam pulled Clark close, let him lean on him. Poor guy. Beating himself up no doubt, feeling guilty about something he had no control over….
He wondered why Clark couldn’t see, couldn’t feel that Lex wasn’t really their Lex any more. He smoothed the hair back from Clark’s forehead and kneaded his shoulder, softer as he started to relax against him. It occurred to him it could be deliberate on Clark’s part, that Clark was trying to ignore what was happening. Adam rested his chin against Clark’s head, and tried to relax along with Clark, let go of all the thoughts that lately had been riding his brain like insane valkyries.
He was finally beginning to relax a bit and… a thought surfaced that made him want to smack himself- why didn’t he think of this earlier? “Clark…you know that…link thing that you felt you had with Lex, do you still feel it? I mean, can you hear him, like before?”
Clark stiffened slightly, and shook his head. “No. not like before.” He stopped, and breathed in and out for a bit and said quietly, “Adam. Do you…Lex is better now, right? I mean…all over better? He still says he doesn’t remember anything…” he twisted to look up at him, and Adam shrugged.
“Yes, he’s better. He went though things we can’t even imagine. Recovering from that…will take time. His body remembers, even if his mind is closed off from those memories.”
Clark frowned, and said slowly, “That’s just it, Adam. I don’t… believe him. I think something happened out there that was so-so huge…I think he’s lying about not remembering.”
Adam didn’t speak, and Clark settled back against him and sighed. Adam rubbed his shoulders lightly and thought, yes, okay, Lex is lying, we both know it. But why? And what about, exactly? Days ago, he looked like he was dying, hell-he *was* dying. Clark brought back a-a corpse. And now…he looked like Lex again. Only…shit. He looked too much like Lex. Like Lex distilled, Lex squared. Adam snorted. And maybe he was going off the deep end. ‘I’m always bugging Clark about sleeping and eating and taking care of himself. I need to take my own damn advice.’ He slumped a little, tried to still his racing mind again. Clark’s comfortable weight and warmth helped to relax him, but even as he drifted, his mind was picking at the mystery.
Maybe...he could take a few more days before leaving Smallville.
******
A few evenings later, after dinner had been cleared away, and Lex had showered, Clark indulged in what was becoming an evening ritual for them---the part of the day Clark lived for. All during dinner, he could only think about massaging Lex, rubbing cream into Lex’s still delicate skin. Clark did it because it let him touch Lex as much as he wanted, and smoothing the cream across his baby fine skin was incredibly erotic for Clark He felt a little guilty every time he massaged Lex, guilty about wanting him so much, aching for him… and only concern for Lex kept him from throwing himself on him, and begging to-to-suck him off or--whatever Lex wanted.
He watched the paths his fingers created on Lex’s skin, the flush of pink as blood rose to the surface, and Clark marveled at Lex’s incredible, miraculous ability to heal. His skin was luminous, like silk to the touch. There was no trace of the withered, blackened creature moaning and shuddering on the bed. Lex glowed with health, he was beautiful-and he knew that Lex scared the shit out of Adam. He could understand that Lex had scared *himself* before-before all this. No wonder he was driven to try and find out more about himself. There was no book, no family to turn to, no one to ask questions of. No one else like him.
Clark drew his hands down Lex’s back, mesmerized by the play of light over his skin, the subtle shift of muscle. He slowly let out the breath he’d just realized he’d been holding, and rubbed at a tight spot between Lex’s shoulders. Lex was alone in the same way he was. They shared something that Adam never could….he dipped his head until his lips were inches from his skin… Clark drew back again, with a sharp inhalation.
“Is everything okay, Clark?” Lex asked and Clark couldn’t help but think that somehow, Lex was amused by it all.
He massaged the tight muscles the length of Lex’s back, and worked his way down to his hips, his hands stopped right above the spot that dipped before rising to the curve of his ass. His thumb hovered over a small heart shaped mole and he wanted to bite it, suck it…mark it as his…his hans trembled there for a bit before moving back upwards. He groaned silently-he was harder even than he’d been last time, and sex-sex was sadly becoming a distant memory. He bit his lip and begged his body to stop betraying him. He tried to lift farther away from the lithe torso under him. Lex made a sound halfway between a sigh and a moan and it went straight to his dick. Oh fuck Lex please, fall asleep, so I can go jerk off…
Lex rolled until he was on his back under him. Clark froze-his hands were now on Lex’s chest, and he could feel his nipples tightening under his hyper-sensitive palms. He looked down at Lex’s sleepy smile and swallowed. “oh…gosh.”
Lex’s dick was pressed hard against his stomach, the head just visible over the band of the pants. Clark was mesmerized by the drop of fluid that shimmered on the tip. He reached out slowly to touch, and it spilled, dripped over the head, wet his finger and collected in the creases. He couldn’t stop; he bent his head and rolled his tongue over his fingers, his palm, and Lex hissed. “Clark…” and palmed the back of his head.
His dick jerked-hard. Lex…Clark pulled the drawstring of Lex’s cotton pants loose, pushed down on the waistband, releasing his dick, wrapped his fingers around it and stroked. At the touch of his hand, Lex looked completely surprised, as if he hadn’t expected…feeling it. His mouth opened in a shocked O, and he rolled his hips, thrust into Clark’s loose fist.
“Tighter, hold me tighter.”
Clark tightened his grip, and stroked, loving the slide of velvety skin over his palm, the feel of steel under the smooth slip of skin. “God…Lex.”
Lex laughed and moaned at once. “Which? Which one do you want?”
Clark chuckled at Lex’s little joke, and moved his hand a little faster, tighter, and felt himself getting harder. Lex pressed the hand on Clark’s neck downwards; he bent with the pressure, until his mouth was over Lex’s dick, his lips barely skimming the warm slick head.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Do it,” and Clark opened his mouth, slid Lex in and felt his smooth head glide against his palette, leak in his mouth. He closed his eyes and groaned. This-this was it. What he’d wanted ever since that day on the street, in the alley--this was Lex’s dick in his mouth, his taste on his tongue-Clark shivered, and his dick rose a little more, dripped into the flannel holding him….
******
Lex stared at Clark, watched the awkward movement of his mouth over him, felt saliva run down his shaft and slip over his balls, Clark’s hand followed the wet trail and cupped him, rolling his balls gently in his fingers. Lex arched and breathed out, smiled at the slow shudders working over Clark’s skin. His fingers laced together over the back of Clark’s neck, and he thrust up, gently one or twice and then harder, no where near the limit of what he knew Clark could take. He let the link open a little and Clark gasped. Lex’s pleasure flowed across the link, hitting Clark like an electric shock-- it rushed back along the link to Lex, doubled, and tripled and flowed back and forth between them, until Clark felt helpless to do anything but thrust mindlessly against the bed as he desperately tried to swallow Lex down…Lex reveled in the feeling, in the pleasure and in Clark’s desperate desire to have more, to give him more-it made Lex *want* more, and he let loose control and just--*was*….he felt Adam in his room, and smiled, a long slow dark smile. He slipped tendrils of thought, want, over Adam, inside Adam, pulled him into the loop-he laughed lightly when Adam woke with a shudder and a groan.
Clark glanced up, and Lex threaded fingers through his damp hair. He told Clark, “You make me feel wonderful. You’re so…hot. Open more,” and he thrust harder into his throat. “Suck me.” Clark shuddered and gulped, straining to get more of Lex in, his lips pressed tight against the line of soft tender skin, delicious tender skin and Lex tweaked the Thing inside Clark just a bit, to hear him whine….
Lex shivered and listened to Adam, listened to his heart speed up, felt sweat break out on his forehead, his belly, could feel his dick strain upwards, and heard/felt the small sob spill out of his lips as he fought uselessly to break Lex’s hold. Lex felt the second Adam broke, when he gave over to the pull, began jerking himself viciously, almost punishing. Lex felt the pain and the pleasure echo in his own body. Drank in Adam’s misery, his loneliness, his fear of bring left behind and it tasted like summer, bright and thick, sweet. Lex slid back to Clark, rolled in his guilt, his fear of, for Lex, his desire…his love…Adam’s love--
Lex frowned and tried to pull back out of the loop…it felt….felt like a trap…
Adam was crying, Lex could feel the heat of his tears on his own skin--trapped in the loop of ecstasy with them, Adam was helpless to shut out Clark’s spikes of pleasure, the overwhelming love Clark felt for Lex and---and for Adam.
Lex felt it dragging him under and…Adam was gasping, jerking up into his fist, muttering, his name, Clark’s name, calling out, and his pain and sorrow grew along with his need to come, bigger and brighter and Clark/Adam was coming, orgasm burning in their veins, looping back, Adam/Clark was swallowing, holding Lex’s hips closer, mouth flooded with his come, as Lex/Adam/Clark struggled to snap his hips in the grip holding him still…
Lex was stunned. And finally, frightened. He felt all that love like electricity, like liquid fire flowing between them, he felt himself being strung thin as a wire from Clark to Adam and he was flooded, filled with every bit of the pain and fear and the belief, the all consuming belief both of them had, of his love for them. They believed he loved them, with all their hearts they believed-and love broke him the way the hatred and torture couldn’t.
Where was he, who was he-what horrible thing was he?
He had to escape-
******
Clark jerked upright when the door flew open so hard it struck the wall, and Adam was standing there, hanging onto the jamb and shaking like it took an effort to stand. He was sweating, his teeth chattered, and he stared wildly at Lex, who looked dead-unconscious.Clark’s face was ivory, his expression one of horrified wonder.
“What--what the mother-fucking hell was *that*?” Adam panted, and Clark shook his head.
“I-don’t--” He looked down at Lex, too, dragged the back of his hand across his mouth. Touched Lex’s chest and closed his eyes. After a second, he glanced back at Adam. “He’s okay, it’s just normal sleep.” He looked away from Adam and blushed deeply, every inch of his skin was bright red. “I’m…”
Adam dropped his head and backed away, suddenly calm and controlled, or at least gave the impression of control-something he’d learned from Lex. “It’s okay; I’m leaving and you two--”
Clark’s head jerked up and he fixed Adam with an incredulous stare. “Hey! Are you stupid? Were you paying attention? You’re not going anywhere. Or, at least, you’re not leaving us. We-that was a gift, whether he intended it or not, it *was* a gift.” He reached his free hand out to Adam, and beckoned him close, and Adam reluctantly came closer. Clark had one hand on Lex and cupped the other around Adams cheek and kissed him until Adam thawed a little.
Clark let him go slowly and licked his lips with a little smile. “Now,” he said, “What do we do about Lex?”
Adam rubbed his thumb across his lip, shook his head. “Um. Besides smother him in his sleep-I have no idea.”
Clark grimaced. He knew Adam was only half joking. What just happened was-a nightmare, a miracle-the hottest, most horrible thing that he’d ever experienced. He glanced at Adam again, and Adam blushed, his lips jerked in a half smile before settling into a frown.
Clark nodded and huffed-that had been an insane amount of power he’d felt-insane. He’d felt like he was touching the face of the sun-as if Lex *was* the sun. No one person could hold that. That Lex had as long as this was astonishing. That he was losing control was obvious. That he was barely Lex anymore was also obvious-but he was in there. He was still Lex somewhere in there. He’d felt him-they’d felt him.
Lex woke suddenly and violently, his mouth open in a silent scream and he arched off the bed. He was silently convulsing, limbs slamming against the bed hard enough to shake it even with Clark’s weight. Adam threw himself on Lex, yelling for Clark to hold him-and just that quickly he was still, panting, sweat pouring off of him and his eyes locked upward. He shuddered, and a low hoarse scream boiled out of him. He was silent, and then-his eyes opened and closed in a long blink, and he sat up.
He gasped, looked around, still blinking slowly. “What-what…where am I? Where are we…Adam?” He twisted his head and caught sight of Clark, jerked in surprise. “Clark? Why…why are you in…bed with us-me? Where are my clothes?”
Clark looked down at Lex in shocked disbelief-and laughed wildly. “You’re kidding!” He stared. “Are…are you kidding?”
Lex looked horribly confused, puzzled. “I think the question is, are you okay? It’s--” he looked at Adam, “it is late isn’t it?” At his answering nod, Lex said, “Clark, your parents are going to kill me--” he stopped and*looked* looked at Clark. “Are we having a sleep over and if we are, please tell me your parents gave permission.” He started to rise and hissed. “Wow…I feel as if I got sunburned all over…” he glanced over at Adam with a secret little smirk, “like that time in Italy, remember…”
Adam stood abruptly; his eyes were fierce, so hot Clark thought he might be able to start fires himself. “Cut. It. Out. Knock it the fuck off. Stop--playing with us,” he hissed, and balled his fists. Clark knew he was on the edge of hurting…someone.
“Adam…” Clark began and Lex interrupted.
“What’s wrong, love? What did I do-what happened today?” Lex looked a little frightened, concerned.
Adam shook his head, harder and harder and snapped, “You don’t remember. That’s what you’re playing at? You don’t remember anything?”
“Of course, I remember,” Lex said, in a practiced soothing voice, glanced at Clark, his eyebrows raised in a silent question what happened?
Clark opened his mouth, shut his mouth.
Lex turned back to Adam. “Listen, I know I promised you a few days on the coast, but…I honestly don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know why we’re not there. I don’t get it…”
Adam dropped to the floor and took Lex’s face in his hands. Lex’s perfectly ordinary beautiful face, not lit with an eldritch glow, not brimming over with superhuman health and energy, a little worn, a little tired, lines radiating from his eyes, and faint tracing of frown lines around his mouth, and burst into tears.
“Oh no, please don’t cry, don’t--” He looked back at Clark, “Clark, what the fuck is wrong? What’s going on?”
Clark let out a long shaky break and laughed, pretty noticeably on the edge of hysteria, and Lex looked more and more frightened. He clutched Adam, his arms tightening around him the more Clark laughed.
“Lex…Lex…I--” Clark dropped to the bed next to Adam, kissed the back of his neck as Lex looked on in shock.
“Lex, this is going to take a while, and you might not believe most of it, but it’s all true--”
Adam laughed, the sound muffled by the arms around him, “Fuck Clark…”
Lex narrowed his eyes at Clark. “You better tell me *right* now what’s been going on.”
******
the end...
no,no,no--I'm being silly, to be continued, of course!
title: Deal
fandom: SV
rating:3
pairing: Clark/Lex
Adam sat on the edge of his-the guest room bed--and contemplated the mounds of clothing and just…stuff…that he was trying to cram into the pair of suitcases open on the floor. He shook his head. Amazing what crap you could accumulate in the space of a month or two. He was about to give it another go when the door to the room creaked open, and a red-faced Clark stood there.
“Oh-you’re packing all ready? But school doesn’t start for another week…”
Adam waved him in. “I know, but there’s so much I have to do yet, and Harry’s breathing down my neck. I need to get back to Metropolis…” He grinned up at Clark, hoping he was doing a good job of ‘upbeat and cheerful.’ “Can you believe all this crap?”
Clark smiled slightly and walked in, stood by the bed. “I feel kind of lousy. Can I lay on you for a minute?”
Adam looked up, their eyes met for a second before Clark blushed and looked away, and he figured he had a pretty good idea what was bothering the kid. Man.
“Sure. Come here,” he said, and slid over to make room. The bed sighed beneath their weight; Adam pulled Clark close, let him lean on him. Poor guy. Beating himself up no doubt, feeling guilty about something he had no control over….
He wondered why Clark couldn’t see, couldn’t feel that Lex wasn’t really their Lex any more. He smoothed the hair back from Clark’s forehead and kneaded his shoulder, softer as he started to relax against him. It occurred to him it could be deliberate on Clark’s part, that Clark was trying to ignore what was happening. Adam rested his chin against Clark’s head, and tried to relax along with Clark, let go of all the thoughts that lately had been riding his brain like insane valkyries.
He was finally beginning to relax a bit and… a thought surfaced that made him want to smack himself- why didn’t he think of this earlier? “Clark…you know that…link thing that you felt you had with Lex, do you still feel it? I mean, can you hear him, like before?”
Clark stiffened slightly, and shook his head. “No. not like before.” He stopped, and breathed in and out for a bit and said quietly, “Adam. Do you…Lex is better now, right? I mean…all over better? He still says he doesn’t remember anything…” he twisted to look up at him, and Adam shrugged.
“Yes, he’s better. He went though things we can’t even imagine. Recovering from that…will take time. His body remembers, even if his mind is closed off from those memories.”
Clark frowned, and said slowly, “That’s just it, Adam. I don’t… believe him. I think something happened out there that was so-so huge…I think he’s lying about not remembering.”
Adam didn’t speak, and Clark settled back against him and sighed. Adam rubbed his shoulders lightly and thought, yes, okay, Lex is lying, we both know it. But why? And what about, exactly? Days ago, he looked like he was dying, hell-he *was* dying. Clark brought back a-a corpse. And now…he looked like Lex again. Only…shit. He looked too much like Lex. Like Lex distilled, Lex squared. Adam snorted. And maybe he was going off the deep end. ‘I’m always bugging Clark about sleeping and eating and taking care of himself. I need to take my own damn advice.’ He slumped a little, tried to still his racing mind again. Clark’s comfortable weight and warmth helped to relax him, but even as he drifted, his mind was picking at the mystery.
Maybe...he could take a few more days before leaving Smallville.
******
A few evenings later, after dinner had been cleared away, and Lex had showered, Clark indulged in what was becoming an evening ritual for them---the part of the day Clark lived for. All during dinner, he could only think about massaging Lex, rubbing cream into Lex’s still delicate skin. Clark did it because it let him touch Lex as much as he wanted, and smoothing the cream across his baby fine skin was incredibly erotic for Clark He felt a little guilty every time he massaged Lex, guilty about wanting him so much, aching for him… and only concern for Lex kept him from throwing himself on him, and begging to-to-suck him off or--whatever Lex wanted.
He watched the paths his fingers created on Lex’s skin, the flush of pink as blood rose to the surface, and Clark marveled at Lex’s incredible, miraculous ability to heal. His skin was luminous, like silk to the touch. There was no trace of the withered, blackened creature moaning and shuddering on the bed. Lex glowed with health, he was beautiful-and he knew that Lex scared the shit out of Adam. He could understand that Lex had scared *himself* before-before all this. No wonder he was driven to try and find out more about himself. There was no book, no family to turn to, no one to ask questions of. No one else like him.
Clark drew his hands down Lex’s back, mesmerized by the play of light over his skin, the subtle shift of muscle. He slowly let out the breath he’d just realized he’d been holding, and rubbed at a tight spot between Lex’s shoulders. Lex was alone in the same way he was. They shared something that Adam never could….he dipped his head until his lips were inches from his skin… Clark drew back again, with a sharp inhalation.
“Is everything okay, Clark?” Lex asked and Clark couldn’t help but think that somehow, Lex was amused by it all.
He massaged the tight muscles the length of Lex’s back, and worked his way down to his hips, his hands stopped right above the spot that dipped before rising to the curve of his ass. His thumb hovered over a small heart shaped mole and he wanted to bite it, suck it…mark it as his…his hans trembled there for a bit before moving back upwards. He groaned silently-he was harder even than he’d been last time, and sex-sex was sadly becoming a distant memory. He bit his lip and begged his body to stop betraying him. He tried to lift farther away from the lithe torso under him. Lex made a sound halfway between a sigh and a moan and it went straight to his dick. Oh fuck Lex please, fall asleep, so I can go jerk off…
Lex rolled until he was on his back under him. Clark froze-his hands were now on Lex’s chest, and he could feel his nipples tightening under his hyper-sensitive palms. He looked down at Lex’s sleepy smile and swallowed. “oh…gosh.”
Lex’s dick was pressed hard against his stomach, the head just visible over the band of the pants. Clark was mesmerized by the drop of fluid that shimmered on the tip. He reached out slowly to touch, and it spilled, dripped over the head, wet his finger and collected in the creases. He couldn’t stop; he bent his head and rolled his tongue over his fingers, his palm, and Lex hissed. “Clark…” and palmed the back of his head.
His dick jerked-hard. Lex…Clark pulled the drawstring of Lex’s cotton pants loose, pushed down on the waistband, releasing his dick, wrapped his fingers around it and stroked. At the touch of his hand, Lex looked completely surprised, as if he hadn’t expected…feeling it. His mouth opened in a shocked O, and he rolled his hips, thrust into Clark’s loose fist.
“Tighter, hold me tighter.”
Clark tightened his grip, and stroked, loving the slide of velvety skin over his palm, the feel of steel under the smooth slip of skin. “God…Lex.”
Lex laughed and moaned at once. “Which? Which one do you want?”
Clark chuckled at Lex’s little joke, and moved his hand a little faster, tighter, and felt himself getting harder. Lex pressed the hand on Clark’s neck downwards; he bent with the pressure, until his mouth was over Lex’s dick, his lips barely skimming the warm slick head.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Do it,” and Clark opened his mouth, slid Lex in and felt his smooth head glide against his palette, leak in his mouth. He closed his eyes and groaned. This-this was it. What he’d wanted ever since that day on the street, in the alley--this was Lex’s dick in his mouth, his taste on his tongue-Clark shivered, and his dick rose a little more, dripped into the flannel holding him….
******
Lex stared at Clark, watched the awkward movement of his mouth over him, felt saliva run down his shaft and slip over his balls, Clark’s hand followed the wet trail and cupped him, rolling his balls gently in his fingers. Lex arched and breathed out, smiled at the slow shudders working over Clark’s skin. His fingers laced together over the back of Clark’s neck, and he thrust up, gently one or twice and then harder, no where near the limit of what he knew Clark could take. He let the link open a little and Clark gasped. Lex’s pleasure flowed across the link, hitting Clark like an electric shock-- it rushed back along the link to Lex, doubled, and tripled and flowed back and forth between them, until Clark felt helpless to do anything but thrust mindlessly against the bed as he desperately tried to swallow Lex down…Lex reveled in the feeling, in the pleasure and in Clark’s desperate desire to have more, to give him more-it made Lex *want* more, and he let loose control and just--*was*….he felt Adam in his room, and smiled, a long slow dark smile. He slipped tendrils of thought, want, over Adam, inside Adam, pulled him into the loop-he laughed lightly when Adam woke with a shudder and a groan.
Clark glanced up, and Lex threaded fingers through his damp hair. He told Clark, “You make me feel wonderful. You’re so…hot. Open more,” and he thrust harder into his throat. “Suck me.” Clark shuddered and gulped, straining to get more of Lex in, his lips pressed tight against the line of soft tender skin, delicious tender skin and Lex tweaked the Thing inside Clark just a bit, to hear him whine….
Lex shivered and listened to Adam, listened to his heart speed up, felt sweat break out on his forehead, his belly, could feel his dick strain upwards, and heard/felt the small sob spill out of his lips as he fought uselessly to break Lex’s hold. Lex felt the second Adam broke, when he gave over to the pull, began jerking himself viciously, almost punishing. Lex felt the pain and the pleasure echo in his own body. Drank in Adam’s misery, his loneliness, his fear of bring left behind and it tasted like summer, bright and thick, sweet. Lex slid back to Clark, rolled in his guilt, his fear of, for Lex, his desire…his love…Adam’s love--
Lex frowned and tried to pull back out of the loop…it felt….felt like a trap…
Adam was crying, Lex could feel the heat of his tears on his own skin--trapped in the loop of ecstasy with them, Adam was helpless to shut out Clark’s spikes of pleasure, the overwhelming love Clark felt for Lex and---and for Adam.
Lex felt it dragging him under and…Adam was gasping, jerking up into his fist, muttering, his name, Clark’s name, calling out, and his pain and sorrow grew along with his need to come, bigger and brighter and Clark/Adam was coming, orgasm burning in their veins, looping back, Adam/Clark was swallowing, holding Lex’s hips closer, mouth flooded with his come, as Lex/Adam/Clark struggled to snap his hips in the grip holding him still…
Lex was stunned. And finally, frightened. He felt all that love like electricity, like liquid fire flowing between them, he felt himself being strung thin as a wire from Clark to Adam and he was flooded, filled with every bit of the pain and fear and the belief, the all consuming belief both of them had, of his love for them. They believed he loved them, with all their hearts they believed-and love broke him the way the hatred and torture couldn’t.
Where was he, who was he-what horrible thing was he?
He had to escape-
******
Clark jerked upright when the door flew open so hard it struck the wall, and Adam was standing there, hanging onto the jamb and shaking like it took an effort to stand. He was sweating, his teeth chattered, and he stared wildly at Lex, who looked dead-unconscious.Clark’s face was ivory, his expression one of horrified wonder.
“What--what the mother-fucking hell was *that*?” Adam panted, and Clark shook his head.
“I-don’t--” He looked down at Lex, too, dragged the back of his hand across his mouth. Touched Lex’s chest and closed his eyes. After a second, he glanced back at Adam. “He’s okay, it’s just normal sleep.” He looked away from Adam and blushed deeply, every inch of his skin was bright red. “I’m…”
Adam dropped his head and backed away, suddenly calm and controlled, or at least gave the impression of control-something he’d learned from Lex. “It’s okay; I’m leaving and you two--”
Clark’s head jerked up and he fixed Adam with an incredulous stare. “Hey! Are you stupid? Were you paying attention? You’re not going anywhere. Or, at least, you’re not leaving us. We-that was a gift, whether he intended it or not, it *was* a gift.” He reached his free hand out to Adam, and beckoned him close, and Adam reluctantly came closer. Clark had one hand on Lex and cupped the other around Adams cheek and kissed him until Adam thawed a little.
Clark let him go slowly and licked his lips with a little smile. “Now,” he said, “What do we do about Lex?”
Adam rubbed his thumb across his lip, shook his head. “Um. Besides smother him in his sleep-I have no idea.”
Clark grimaced. He knew Adam was only half joking. What just happened was-a nightmare, a miracle-the hottest, most horrible thing that he’d ever experienced. He glanced at Adam again, and Adam blushed, his lips jerked in a half smile before settling into a frown.
Clark nodded and huffed-that had been an insane amount of power he’d felt-insane. He’d felt like he was touching the face of the sun-as if Lex *was* the sun. No one person could hold that. That Lex had as long as this was astonishing. That he was losing control was obvious. That he was barely Lex anymore was also obvious-but he was in there. He was still Lex somewhere in there. He’d felt him-they’d felt him.
Lex woke suddenly and violently, his mouth open in a silent scream and he arched off the bed. He was silently convulsing, limbs slamming against the bed hard enough to shake it even with Clark’s weight. Adam threw himself on Lex, yelling for Clark to hold him-and just that quickly he was still, panting, sweat pouring off of him and his eyes locked upward. He shuddered, and a low hoarse scream boiled out of him. He was silent, and then-his eyes opened and closed in a long blink, and he sat up.
He gasped, looked around, still blinking slowly. “What-what…where am I? Where are we…Adam?” He twisted his head and caught sight of Clark, jerked in surprise. “Clark? Why…why are you in…bed with us-me? Where are my clothes?”
Clark looked down at Lex in shocked disbelief-and laughed wildly. “You’re kidding!” He stared. “Are…are you kidding?”
Lex looked horribly confused, puzzled. “I think the question is, are you okay? It’s--” he looked at Adam, “it is late isn’t it?” At his answering nod, Lex said, “Clark, your parents are going to kill me--” he stopped and*looked* looked at Clark. “Are we having a sleep over and if we are, please tell me your parents gave permission.” He started to rise and hissed. “Wow…I feel as if I got sunburned all over…” he glanced over at Adam with a secret little smirk, “like that time in Italy, remember…”
Adam stood abruptly; his eyes were fierce, so hot Clark thought he might be able to start fires himself. “Cut. It. Out. Knock it the fuck off. Stop--playing with us,” he hissed, and balled his fists. Clark knew he was on the edge of hurting…someone.
“Adam…” Clark began and Lex interrupted.
“What’s wrong, love? What did I do-what happened today?” Lex looked a little frightened, concerned.
Adam shook his head, harder and harder and snapped, “You don’t remember. That’s what you’re playing at? You don’t remember anything?”
“Of course, I remember,” Lex said, in a practiced soothing voice, glanced at Clark, his eyebrows raised in a silent question what happened?
Clark opened his mouth, shut his mouth.
Lex turned back to Adam. “Listen, I know I promised you a few days on the coast, but…I honestly don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know why we’re not there. I don’t get it…”
Adam dropped to the floor and took Lex’s face in his hands. Lex’s perfectly ordinary beautiful face, not lit with an eldritch glow, not brimming over with superhuman health and energy, a little worn, a little tired, lines radiating from his eyes, and faint tracing of frown lines around his mouth, and burst into tears.
“Oh no, please don’t cry, don’t--” He looked back at Clark, “Clark, what the fuck is wrong? What’s going on?”
Clark let out a long shaky break and laughed, pretty noticeably on the edge of hysteria, and Lex looked more and more frightened. He clutched Adam, his arms tightening around him the more Clark laughed.
“Lex…Lex…I--” Clark dropped to the bed next to Adam, kissed the back of his neck as Lex looked on in shock.
“Lex, this is going to take a while, and you might not believe most of it, but it’s all true--”
Adam laughed, the sound muffled by the arms around him, “Fuck Clark…”
Lex narrowed his eyes at Clark. “You better tell me *right* now what’s been going on.”
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the end...
no,no,no--I'm being silly, to be continued, of course!