The first time it happened was (mostly) an accident. Lex had come home to the penthouse to find Clark asleep on the sofa. That in itself wasn't an unusual occurrence. Ever since Clark found out that a college roommate was better in theory than as an actual fact, he spent almost all his spare time at the penthouse. He found Clark asleep on his couch two or three nights a week.
On this occasion, however, Lex had spent the drive home indulging in a favorite Clark-related fantasy, one he'd been having for years. Clark in a full-length, $200 coat, sexy and confident, asking Lex to run away to Metropolis. In the fantasy Lex accepts. By the time he got home he was hard and horny and headed for the shower, but the sight of Clark stopped him.
He was sprawled on the couch, one leg on the floor, one arm behind his head. His shirt rode up just a little so that Lex could see the top of his boxers and a few inches of his firm, muscular stomach. His lips were slightly parted, red and pouty, like the sweetest kind of temptation. And as Lex let his eyes roam down Clark's body he saw that his friend was noticeably, breathtakingly hard.
Lex had the belt and clasps of his pants undone before he knew it. By the time his brain started working again and reminded him that jacking off over the sleeping figure of your best friend was probably not the best idea in the world, Lex had already pulled his cock out and was stroking hard and fast.
He came with several low grunts and instantly felt a little guilty and a lot like a perv. He left Clark asleep on the couch and took a shower, vowing to never let anything like that happen again.
But it did happen again, a handful of times over the next several months. Clark would be asleep, on the sofa or sometimes in his room, and Lex would give in, always promising himself that this would be the last time. It never was, though, because watching Clark sleep, imagining him on his knees fulfilling all the promises made by that sinful mouth, or writhing underneath him begging Lex to fuck him harder--that was just too hard to give up.
After the last time it happened, Lex stepped out of the shower and into his bedroom and found a wide awake Clark sitting on his bed.
"Clark. I--" Lex struggled for composure, which was difficult given that he was currently naked and still really turned on. "I didn't realize you were awake."
"Yeah, I kind of figured that." Clark's expression was unreadable.
"Listen--"
"Are you really never going to make a move?"
"I don't--"
"I've been waiting for months. I spend almost every night here. You have to know that I want you."
"Clark. I had no idea."
"Well. Now you do. And I'd really like to try whatever it is you're thinking about when...you know." And without another word, as if he'd stepped right out of one of Lex's fantasies, Clark crossed the room, dropped to his knees, and swallowed Lex down his throat.
The sensations were overwhelming--the wet heat of Clark's mouth, the sexy little moans coming from Clark's throat, the tight grip of Clark's surprisingly soft hands on his hips, the smell of his own arousal--and Lex felt his legs give out. Clark lowered him gently to the floor and moved up his body to kiss him.
"I'm right here, Lex. You can have me," he said.
"I never imagined," he began. But then Clark rolled his eyes and Lex grinned sheepishly. "Okay, I imagined. Obviously. Are you sure? If we go down this road, I'm pretty sure there's no going back."
Clark was petting him, running his hands softly and slowly along his arms and stomach and back. His head was tucked between Lex's neck and shoulder, and one leg was thrown over Lex's. Lex had never experienced anything that felt so safe, or so incredibly hot. "We can go back to the old arrangement of you sneaking in my room at night, or I can stay here, wide awake, with you."
"Yeah?" Lex was at loss for words. Or maybe the possibility of actual sex with the real Clark had addled his brain.
"Yeah," Clark laughed, leading him to the bed.
And that was better than any fantasy Lex ever had.
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Rated R (and there's probably a little bit of angst)
Date: 2009-05-10 05:40 pm (UTC)On this occasion, however, Lex had spent the drive home indulging in a favorite Clark-related fantasy, one he'd been having for years. Clark in a full-length, $200 coat, sexy and confident, asking Lex to run away to Metropolis. In the fantasy Lex accepts. By the time he got home he was hard and horny and headed for the shower, but the sight of Clark stopped him.
He was sprawled on the couch, one leg on the floor, one arm behind his head. His shirt rode up just a little so that Lex could see the top of his boxers and a few inches of his firm, muscular stomach. His lips were slightly parted, red and pouty, like the sweetest kind of temptation. And as Lex let his eyes roam down Clark's body he saw that his friend was noticeably, breathtakingly hard.
Lex had the belt and clasps of his pants undone before he knew it. By the time his brain started working again and reminded him that jacking off over the sleeping figure of your best friend was probably not the best idea in the world, Lex had already pulled his cock out and was stroking hard and fast.
He came with several low grunts and instantly felt a little guilty and a lot like a perv. He left Clark asleep on the couch and took a shower, vowing to never let anything like that happen again.
But it did happen again, a handful of times over the next several months. Clark would be asleep, on the sofa or sometimes in his room, and Lex would give in, always promising himself that this would be the last time. It never was, though, because watching Clark sleep, imagining him on his knees fulfilling all the promises made by that sinful mouth, or writhing underneath him begging Lex to fuck him harder--that was just too hard to give up.
After the last time it happened, Lex stepped out of the shower and into his bedroom and found a wide awake Clark sitting on his bed.
"Clark. I--" Lex struggled for composure, which was difficult given that he was currently naked and still really turned on. "I didn't realize you were awake."
"Yeah, I kind of figured that." Clark's expression was unreadable.
"Listen--"
"Are you really never going to make a move?"
"I don't--"
"I've been waiting for months. I spend almost every night here. You have to know that I want you."
"Clark. I had no idea."
"Well. Now you do. And I'd really like to try whatever it is you're thinking about when...you know." And without another word, as if he'd stepped right out of one of Lex's fantasies, Clark crossed the room, dropped to his knees, and swallowed Lex down his throat.
The sensations were overwhelming--the wet heat of Clark's mouth, the sexy little moans coming from Clark's throat, the tight grip of Clark's surprisingly soft hands on his hips, the smell of his own arousal--and Lex felt his legs give out. Clark lowered him gently to the floor and moved up his body to kiss him.
"I'm right here, Lex. You can have me," he said.
"I never imagined," he began. But then Clark rolled his eyes and Lex grinned sheepishly. "Okay, I imagined. Obviously. Are you sure? If we go down this road, I'm pretty sure there's no going back."
Clark was petting him, running his hands softly and slowly along his arms and stomach and back. His head was tucked between Lex's neck and shoulder, and one leg was thrown over Lex's. Lex had never experienced anything that felt so safe, or so incredibly hot. "We can go back to the old arrangement of you sneaking in my room at night, or I can stay here, wide awake, with you."
"Yeah?" Lex was at loss for words. Or maybe the possibility of actual sex with the real Clark had addled his brain.
"Yeah," Clark laughed, leading him to the bed.
And that was better than any fantasy Lex ever had.