The person under him came back to life with a gasp. One moment, dead, no breath. The next, he was alive, vibrant, gasping and staring up at Clark.
Blue, blue eyes. Staring at him with surprise and a deepening wonder.
Clark wanted to dive back in. Not to the river, but to the body he'd pulled out. The person so warm, so alive, looking at him like Clark was the answer to everything.
A slender hand, encased in a black glove that still dripped river water, reached up to Clark. First running a finger across Clark's cheekbone, making Clark shiver. Then the hand slipped back into Clark's hair, tugging him down.
Lips upon lips, familiar yet different. Clark'd been so frightened, trying to breathe life into the man, scared he wouldn't succeed. This time... oh, this time was day and night. His heart was throbbing but it wasn't from fear. Or it might have been, but this fear was exquisite, thrilling... life itself.
"You're amazing." A rich purring voice, with that same wonder in the tones as was in the blue eyes. The breath of the voice was warm upon Clark's lips.
Clark had to taste it again. He had to; it was like an imperative.
Hands wrapped around his back and pulled Clark closer until they were entwined together, body moving against body. Too many clothes and yet no time to remove them.
The wonder and exploration changed to wonder and need. They moved faster upon each other. Bodies thrusting upon each other. Hands gripping. Tongues twining between gasps and moans.
Clark couldn't hold back any longer. He threw his head back and cried as intense pleasure took command and narrowed his world to nothing else.
Beneath him, blue eyes watched, intense and hungry. Then the thrusting continued until the body in Clark's arms stiffened and the eyes closed. The mouth was open, great heaving breaths proving his aliveness.
After a few moments, without a word they mutually rolled to their sides so they could watch each other as they calmed down.
There was a gloved hand upon his face. Clark curiously ran his hand over the smooth skin on the other man's cheek, watching as eyes dipped down with Clark's strokes.
"So, um..." Clark blushed. "What's your name?"
A brilliant, gorgeous smile that was all for him. "Lex Lu---. I'm Lex."
"Clark."
"Good to meet you, Clark." The smile widened. "I think I'm going to like it here in Smallville."
After the Bridge
The person under him came back to life with a gasp. One moment, dead, no breath. The next, he was alive, vibrant, gasping and staring up at Clark.
Blue, blue eyes. Staring at him with surprise and a deepening wonder.
Clark wanted to dive back in. Not to the river, but to the body he'd pulled out. The person so warm, so alive, looking at him like Clark was the answer to everything.
A slender hand, encased in a black glove that still dripped river water, reached up to Clark. First running a finger across Clark's cheekbone, making Clark shiver. Then the hand slipped back into Clark's hair, tugging him down.
Lips upon lips, familiar yet different. Clark'd been so frightened, trying to breathe life into the man, scared he wouldn't succeed. This time... oh, this time was day and night. His heart was throbbing but it wasn't from fear. Or it might have been, but this fear was exquisite, thrilling... life itself.
"You're amazing." A rich purring voice, with that same wonder in the tones as was in the blue eyes. The breath of the voice was warm upon Clark's lips.
Clark had to taste it again. He had to; it was like an imperative.
Hands wrapped around his back and pulled Clark closer until they were entwined together, body moving against body. Too many clothes and yet no time to remove them.
The wonder and exploration changed to wonder and need. They moved faster upon each other. Bodies thrusting upon each other. Hands gripping. Tongues twining between gasps and moans.
Clark couldn't hold back any longer. He threw his head back and cried as intense pleasure took command and narrowed his world to nothing else.
Beneath him, blue eyes watched, intense and hungry. Then the thrusting continued until the body in Clark's arms stiffened and the eyes closed. The mouth was open, great heaving breaths proving his aliveness.
After a few moments, without a word they mutually rolled to their sides so they could watch each other as they calmed down.
There was a gloved hand upon his face. Clark curiously ran his hand over the smooth skin on the other man's cheek, watching as eyes dipped down with Clark's strokes.
"So, um..." Clark blushed. "What's your name?"
A brilliant, gorgeous smile that was all for him. "Lex Lu---. I'm Lex."
"Clark."
"Good to meet you, Clark." The smile widened. "I think I'm going to like it here in Smallville."
END