The Present
Title: The Present
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clex
Words: 10.385
Summary: Mistletoe and surprises, sweet surprises.
"Mistletoe!" Clark exclaimed. Martha Kent and Lex Luthor looked up and Martha blushed. They were both talking under mistletoe.
"You have to kiss!" Clark demanded. "It's tradition," he added. Martha blushed harded, but straightened and kissed Lex on the cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Lex," she said softly. "I wish you didn't have to go to that party," she said and then sniffed the air, which had Lex assuring himself that he had showered that morning and that he couldn't smell that bad.
"My pie!" Martha exclaimed and turned away from them, running into the kitchen. Lex smiled, relieved that it was pie what Martha had smelled and, well, not him and turned to glare at Clark.
"You are SO going to pay for that, Kent," he said.
"Oh, come on Lex. It's a Christmas tradition," Clark said, grinning to much for his own good. Lex shook his head.
"I might just snag back the Christmas present I put under the tree with your name on it..." he threatened. Clark's eyes widened.
"You wouldn't dare!" he exclaimed. It was Lex turn to grin.
"You forget that I'm evol, Clark," he pointed out and then he checked his watch. He sighed.
"I must get going. I still have to change and shower, take the helicopter to Metropolis... I have a party to attend..."
"I know. I wish you didn't have to go, though. Nobody should spend Christmas doing business. Christmas is to be with family..." Clark complained.
"Clark, technically, I'll be with family. My father is going to be there and he's all the family I have," Lex pointed out softly. It was true though. Even if he didn't like it, Lionel was all the family he had.
Clark growled. "That's not true. We are your family too. My parents practically adopted you..."
Lex lifted an exceptic eyebrow. He couldn't figure out Jonathan Kent accepting him, much less 'adopting' him.
Clark blushed adorably. "Well, my mom did!" he exclaimed. Lex chuckled.
"Thanks, Clark. I appreciate the feeling. And I really would rather spent the night with you and your family..." Lex enjoyed the content blush that spread through Clark's cheeks, "But I got obligations too. So I have to leave now," Lex ended.
"But you'll be here for lunch tomorrow, won't you?" Clark asked, a bit anxiously. Lex nodded.
"Of course. I promised, didn't I?"
"Cool. See you tomorrow then. And kick ass tonight!" Clark said, happy again. Lex smiled and grabbed his coat and gloves.
"I will, my friend," he said. He said his goodbyes to Martha and Jonathan, that were in the kitchen and left.
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Lex was exhausted. He walked inside the penthouse, thanking whatever god who looked after him that his father had decided to stay at the Luthor Manor where the party had taken place.
He hadn't had a moment of freedom. Between business asociates and socialites that his father had wanted him to meet, he had been barely able to breath. But the damn party was over and he was thankfully alone. He walked into the living room of the penthouse and was surprised to see a Christmas tree there. Maybe the house staff had decided to decorate the place? He shrugged it off and went straight to the bar.
He poured himself a decent brandy and sat down in front of the fake fire place. He kicked his shoes off and closed his eyes. He sat there, thinking in nothing at all, and then, his mind went back to the tree. He opened his eyes and stared at it. There was a small package under it and curiosity got the best of him. He walked barefoot and took the package. Car keys. He ripped the package open and a small card falled from it.
It was one of his father's business card. He turned it and in his father's hand writing it said: 'Merry Christmas, Lex'. The old bastard was getting sentimental, Lex thought. He smiled. It was the new ferrari. A hot, slick car.
"Thank you, dad," he said into the air. He would have to call him and thank him. Or send him a thank you note. But a voice, that sounded scarinly familiar to Martha Kent's voice chidded him and told him to call. He sighed and stood up. Then he noticed that one of the ornaments of the tree was an alien. Strange, very strange.
He took it in his hand and examined it like he was in the lab. He looked around the tree for any extra weird ornaments, when he saw another package. He sat in the floor and ripped it open. It was a diary. Most importantly, it was Clark's diary.
Now Lex understood the Christmas tree. "Oh, Clark," he said. His sweet boy. He took the diary and open it in the first page.
"Today I got hit by a car. Yes. TODAY I GOT HIT BY A CAR. And I'm still writing this." It was the beginning. Lex squeezed the alien in his hand and kept reading.
It took him almost an hour to read the whole diary and when he ended, he realized that his eyes were wet. He dried them with the back of his hand and took a quick decision. He got up and run to his room. He changed clothes, took the car keys, the alien and the diary. He took the elevator and waited impatiently until it arrived to the parking lot.
The ferrari was black. Lex smiled. It was four am. He would see how long it would take him to arrive to Smallville. He would see if that baby could fly.
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Clark was dreaming of Lex when he heard a click. Then another. Then a louder one. He sat on the bed a bit confused, not knowing where the sound was coming from. Then, a little something hit his window. He peeked out and he could see Lex down there. He smiled when he saw him and Clark blushed.
Maybe Lex had found the diary? Clark had been so unsure of giving it to him. But it was time for Lex to know the truth. All the truth. He opened the window and whispered.
"Lex? What are you doing here?" It was 5.30 am. Lex wasn't suposse to be back until lunch time. And there wasn't a car in sight.
"What do you think I'm doing here?" Lex said and waved the diary. "Get dressed and come down here, we need to talk," Lex whispered back. Lex didn't sound angry or anything, but Clark swallowed nervously. He nodded and got dressed as fast as he could without using superspeed. He got down the stairs silently and out of the house. Lex grabbed his arm and pulled him near. Smiled at him to reassure Clark and pulled him away from the farm and to the road, where he had left the car.
Once in the road Clark asked. "So, you read the diary?"
Lex nodded. "Every word," he said. Clark swallowed hard.
"Oh," he said. Lex stopped in his tracks.
"Clark, if you are having any regrets about this..." Lex said and waved the diary. Clark shook his head.
"No! No. It's not that. It's..." he bit his lip.
"What?"
"You're not reacting how I expected you to react," Clark confessed. Lex pretended to think. Then pulled Clark close and just kissed him dumb.
"That's how I was supossed to react?" he asked, tasting his boy and loving it. He wanted another kiss, like, right now. Clark touched his lips and smiled brightly.
"I was thinking more in the line of getting angry, but this is so much cooler," he confessed. Lex laughed and kissed him again, a quick peck over the lips, then pulled away.
"Why would I get angry?" he asked when they arrived to the car.
"Because I lied to you, Lex," Clark answer darkly, hanging his head. Lex would had to do something about those guilt trips.
"You did because you had too. I used to get mad because I didn't understand, but now I do, and I understand why you had to lie. It's okay. I'm not mad, if anything, I'm happy and thankful, that you decided to trust me. What changed things?" He asked, getting inside the car. Clark blushed and shrugged.
"I always wanted to tell you, Lex, but my parents wouldn't let me. Now, I'm legal and I'minlovewithyouandItoldthemIwasin..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there. You are legal, and?" Lex asked. Clark blushed violently.
"And I love you, okay?! And I told them I wanted a relationship with you and we all agreed that for that, you had to know what you were getting yourself into first..." Clark said, still blushing. The car came to an abrupt stop.
"Wait a minute. You told your father that you wanted a relationship with me and he didn't came after me with his shotgun?" Lex asked, unbelieving.
"Yes. Jesus, Lex. He's not that bad."
"I beg your pardon, but he *is*, Clark."
Clark smiled a little. "Maybe a few years ago. But they like you, Lex and they support my choice," Clark said. Lex nodded and started the car again. They arrived to the manor silently and walked past the hall to Lex's office.
"So..." Clark said, once they were in the office. Lex smiled.
"So..." Lex repeated.
"You wanted to talk," Clark prompted. Lex nodded and opened the diary. Then closed it.
"Fuck talking. I want to kiss you. May I kiss you, Clark?" he asked. Clark blushed, but nodded.
"Yes, please," he said, a little urgently. His whole body was tingling from the kisses Lex had give him early and he was rock hard.
"Good," Lex said and walked until he was in front of Clark. Clark blushed again and hund his head, a little embarassed, but Lex lifted his chin softly and brushed his lips against Clark's.
"Don't hide from me, Clark. Not anymore, please," he said and kissed him, deeply, softly. The kiss was full of love and passion. Clark hang to Lex's waist and Lex passed his arms around his necks, tangling his hands on Clark's hair for better angle.
"Never again," Clark promised when they parted. Lex smiled and kissed him again, and again and again. On the fourth kiss he pulled a leg between Clark's thights and Clark, making Clark's knees buckle and Clark moan loudly.
Lex rubbed his leg against Clark erection and Clark threw his head back, panting.
"Oh, god. Lex, please..." he moaned. Lex rubbed his leg again, sucking on Clark exposed neck, making him moan and buckle.
"Please, what, Clark? You have to tell me what you want, baby, because I'm kind of in the dark here..." Lex said. The diary hadn't been specific about Clark's sexual experiences.
"Anything. God, so good. Anything... I just don't want to come in my pants... please..." Clark begged and Lex couldn't have that. Clark didn't need to beg. Lex pulled him for a rough kiss and dropped himself to the floor, on his knees. Clark eyes widened.
"You're going to love this, I promise," Lex said. Clark swallowed, hard. Lex unzipped Clark pants quickly and pulled them down, together with Clark's boxers in one smooth movement.
He smelled the scent and admired Clark's huge dick. It was going to be a challange to take all that piece, but Lex had never backed out of a challange. He looked up at Clark, smiled at him, and grabbed the huge cock, making him moan and thrust into his hand.
This was going to be quick. Lex opened his mouth and just took it. Finese, technique and alll pretense of teaching Clark how to give a master blowjob would come later. Right now his Clark needed to come, by the look of his face, right now, and Lex was going to provide the means. He swallowed and Clark yelled. He started thrusting eagerly and Lex took him by the hips, but suddenly, he stopped.
"Don't hurt you, never, hurt you, don't hurt you," he was saying. Lex pulled Clark hands to his head and moved fast on Clark's cock, showing him that he could move and that he wasn't hurt, that Clark wasn't going to hurt him, that Lex trusted him. Clark got the message and started thrusting again, more erratically this time. Lex opened his throat and swallowed the huge cock in his mouth, ignoring his gagging reflex.
Soon, Clark was coming, yelling and fisting his hands at his sides. Lex pulled out after he had sucked the last drop of come and pulled Clark pants up. He zipped him and pulled him to the floor, kissing him hard, making him taste himself. Clark was still shaking.
"Are you okay?" Clark asked with a throaty voice. Lex pulled him to laid on the floor and laid in top of him.
"Me? Never better. You?" Lex answered, opening the diary.
"I'm great! But you... didn't. I mean, you are hard, Lex," Clark pointed out. He could feel Lex's hard cock against his hip.
"I know, but I need a lot of lube and a bed to stop being hard. And you need a bit of rest. So I can wait. I have waited almost 3 years, I can wait a few more minutes until you recover," Lex said and opened the diary in the last page.
"Plus, there something I want to show you," he said and handed him the diary. Right behind the explicative note Clark had written at the end of the diary, where he said he was sorry and he added that he loved Lex, Lex had scrawled, in his particular hand writting: 'I love you too, Clark. Merry Christmas'.
Clark smiled like an idiot. Kissed Lex and hugged him close. "Merry Christmas, Lex."
The End.
Merry Christmas!!
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clex
Words: 10.385
Summary: Mistletoe and surprises, sweet surprises.
"Mistletoe!" Clark exclaimed. Martha Kent and Lex Luthor looked up and Martha blushed. They were both talking under mistletoe.
"You have to kiss!" Clark demanded. "It's tradition," he added. Martha blushed harded, but straightened and kissed Lex on the cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Lex," she said softly. "I wish you didn't have to go to that party," she said and then sniffed the air, which had Lex assuring himself that he had showered that morning and that he couldn't smell that bad.
"My pie!" Martha exclaimed and turned away from them, running into the kitchen. Lex smiled, relieved that it was pie what Martha had smelled and, well, not him and turned to glare at Clark.
"You are SO going to pay for that, Kent," he said.
"Oh, come on Lex. It's a Christmas tradition," Clark said, grinning to much for his own good. Lex shook his head.
"I might just snag back the Christmas present I put under the tree with your name on it..." he threatened. Clark's eyes widened.
"You wouldn't dare!" he exclaimed. It was Lex turn to grin.
"You forget that I'm evol, Clark," he pointed out and then he checked his watch. He sighed.
"I must get going. I still have to change and shower, take the helicopter to Metropolis... I have a party to attend..."
"I know. I wish you didn't have to go, though. Nobody should spend Christmas doing business. Christmas is to be with family..." Clark complained.
"Clark, technically, I'll be with family. My father is going to be there and he's all the family I have," Lex pointed out softly. It was true though. Even if he didn't like it, Lionel was all the family he had.
Clark growled. "That's not true. We are your family too. My parents practically adopted you..."
Lex lifted an exceptic eyebrow. He couldn't figure out Jonathan Kent accepting him, much less 'adopting' him.
Clark blushed adorably. "Well, my mom did!" he exclaimed. Lex chuckled.
"Thanks, Clark. I appreciate the feeling. And I really would rather spent the night with you and your family..." Lex enjoyed the content blush that spread through Clark's cheeks, "But I got obligations too. So I have to leave now," Lex ended.
"But you'll be here for lunch tomorrow, won't you?" Clark asked, a bit anxiously. Lex nodded.
"Of course. I promised, didn't I?"
"Cool. See you tomorrow then. And kick ass tonight!" Clark said, happy again. Lex smiled and grabbed his coat and gloves.
"I will, my friend," he said. He said his goodbyes to Martha and Jonathan, that were in the kitchen and left.
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Lex was exhausted. He walked inside the penthouse, thanking whatever god who looked after him that his father had decided to stay at the Luthor Manor where the party had taken place.
He hadn't had a moment of freedom. Between business asociates and socialites that his father had wanted him to meet, he had been barely able to breath. But the damn party was over and he was thankfully alone. He walked into the living room of the penthouse and was surprised to see a Christmas tree there. Maybe the house staff had decided to decorate the place? He shrugged it off and went straight to the bar.
He poured himself a decent brandy and sat down in front of the fake fire place. He kicked his shoes off and closed his eyes. He sat there, thinking in nothing at all, and then, his mind went back to the tree. He opened his eyes and stared at it. There was a small package under it and curiosity got the best of him. He walked barefoot and took the package. Car keys. He ripped the package open and a small card falled from it.
It was one of his father's business card. He turned it and in his father's hand writing it said: 'Merry Christmas, Lex'. The old bastard was getting sentimental, Lex thought. He smiled. It was the new ferrari. A hot, slick car.
"Thank you, dad," he said into the air. He would have to call him and thank him. Or send him a thank you note. But a voice, that sounded scarinly familiar to Martha Kent's voice chidded him and told him to call. He sighed and stood up. Then he noticed that one of the ornaments of the tree was an alien. Strange, very strange.
He took it in his hand and examined it like he was in the lab. He looked around the tree for any extra weird ornaments, when he saw another package. He sat in the floor and ripped it open. It was a diary. Most importantly, it was Clark's diary.
Now Lex understood the Christmas tree. "Oh, Clark," he said. His sweet boy. He took the diary and open it in the first page.
"Today I got hit by a car. Yes. TODAY I GOT HIT BY A CAR. And I'm still writing this." It was the beginning. Lex squeezed the alien in his hand and kept reading.
It took him almost an hour to read the whole diary and when he ended, he realized that his eyes were wet. He dried them with the back of his hand and took a quick decision. He got up and run to his room. He changed clothes, took the car keys, the alien and the diary. He took the elevator and waited impatiently until it arrived to the parking lot.
The ferrari was black. Lex smiled. It was four am. He would see how long it would take him to arrive to Smallville. He would see if that baby could fly.
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Clark was dreaming of Lex when he heard a click. Then another. Then a louder one. He sat on the bed a bit confused, not knowing where the sound was coming from. Then, a little something hit his window. He peeked out and he could see Lex down there. He smiled when he saw him and Clark blushed.
Maybe Lex had found the diary? Clark had been so unsure of giving it to him. But it was time for Lex to know the truth. All the truth. He opened the window and whispered.
"Lex? What are you doing here?" It was 5.30 am. Lex wasn't suposse to be back until lunch time. And there wasn't a car in sight.
"What do you think I'm doing here?" Lex said and waved the diary. "Get dressed and come down here, we need to talk," Lex whispered back. Lex didn't sound angry or anything, but Clark swallowed nervously. He nodded and got dressed as fast as he could without using superspeed. He got down the stairs silently and out of the house. Lex grabbed his arm and pulled him near. Smiled at him to reassure Clark and pulled him away from the farm and to the road, where he had left the car.
Once in the road Clark asked. "So, you read the diary?"
Lex nodded. "Every word," he said. Clark swallowed hard.
"Oh," he said. Lex stopped in his tracks.
"Clark, if you are having any regrets about this..." Lex said and waved the diary. Clark shook his head.
"No! No. It's not that. It's..." he bit his lip.
"What?"
"You're not reacting how I expected you to react," Clark confessed. Lex pretended to think. Then pulled Clark close and just kissed him dumb.
"That's how I was supossed to react?" he asked, tasting his boy and loving it. He wanted another kiss, like, right now. Clark touched his lips and smiled brightly.
"I was thinking more in the line of getting angry, but this is so much cooler," he confessed. Lex laughed and kissed him again, a quick peck over the lips, then pulled away.
"Why would I get angry?" he asked when they arrived to the car.
"Because I lied to you, Lex," Clark answer darkly, hanging his head. Lex would had to do something about those guilt trips.
"You did because you had too. I used to get mad because I didn't understand, but now I do, and I understand why you had to lie. It's okay. I'm not mad, if anything, I'm happy and thankful, that you decided to trust me. What changed things?" He asked, getting inside the car. Clark blushed and shrugged.
"I always wanted to tell you, Lex, but my parents wouldn't let me. Now, I'm legal and I'minlovewithyouandItoldthemIwasin..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there. You are legal, and?" Lex asked. Clark blushed violently.
"And I love you, okay?! And I told them I wanted a relationship with you and we all agreed that for that, you had to know what you were getting yourself into first..." Clark said, still blushing. The car came to an abrupt stop.
"Wait a minute. You told your father that you wanted a relationship with me and he didn't came after me with his shotgun?" Lex asked, unbelieving.
"Yes. Jesus, Lex. He's not that bad."
"I beg your pardon, but he *is*, Clark."
Clark smiled a little. "Maybe a few years ago. But they like you, Lex and they support my choice," Clark said. Lex nodded and started the car again. They arrived to the manor silently and walked past the hall to Lex's office.
"So..." Clark said, once they were in the office. Lex smiled.
"So..." Lex repeated.
"You wanted to talk," Clark prompted. Lex nodded and opened the diary. Then closed it.
"Fuck talking. I want to kiss you. May I kiss you, Clark?" he asked. Clark blushed, but nodded.
"Yes, please," he said, a little urgently. His whole body was tingling from the kisses Lex had give him early and he was rock hard.
"Good," Lex said and walked until he was in front of Clark. Clark blushed again and hund his head, a little embarassed, but Lex lifted his chin softly and brushed his lips against Clark's.
"Don't hide from me, Clark. Not anymore, please," he said and kissed him, deeply, softly. The kiss was full of love and passion. Clark hang to Lex's waist and Lex passed his arms around his necks, tangling his hands on Clark's hair for better angle.
"Never again," Clark promised when they parted. Lex smiled and kissed him again, and again and again. On the fourth kiss he pulled a leg between Clark's thights and Clark, making Clark's knees buckle and Clark moan loudly.
Lex rubbed his leg against Clark erection and Clark threw his head back, panting.
"Oh, god. Lex, please..." he moaned. Lex rubbed his leg again, sucking on Clark exposed neck, making him moan and buckle.
"Please, what, Clark? You have to tell me what you want, baby, because I'm kind of in the dark here..." Lex said. The diary hadn't been specific about Clark's sexual experiences.
"Anything. God, so good. Anything... I just don't want to come in my pants... please..." Clark begged and Lex couldn't have that. Clark didn't need to beg. Lex pulled him for a rough kiss and dropped himself to the floor, on his knees. Clark eyes widened.
"You're going to love this, I promise," Lex said. Clark swallowed, hard. Lex unzipped Clark pants quickly and pulled them down, together with Clark's boxers in one smooth movement.
He smelled the scent and admired Clark's huge dick. It was going to be a challange to take all that piece, but Lex had never backed out of a challange. He looked up at Clark, smiled at him, and grabbed the huge cock, making him moan and thrust into his hand.
This was going to be quick. Lex opened his mouth and just took it. Finese, technique and alll pretense of teaching Clark how to give a master blowjob would come later. Right now his Clark needed to come, by the look of his face, right now, and Lex was going to provide the means. He swallowed and Clark yelled. He started thrusting eagerly and Lex took him by the hips, but suddenly, he stopped.
"Don't hurt you, never, hurt you, don't hurt you," he was saying. Lex pulled Clark hands to his head and moved fast on Clark's cock, showing him that he could move and that he wasn't hurt, that Clark wasn't going to hurt him, that Lex trusted him. Clark got the message and started thrusting again, more erratically this time. Lex opened his throat and swallowed the huge cock in his mouth, ignoring his gagging reflex.
Soon, Clark was coming, yelling and fisting his hands at his sides. Lex pulled out after he had sucked the last drop of come and pulled Clark pants up. He zipped him and pulled him to the floor, kissing him hard, making him taste himself. Clark was still shaking.
"Are you okay?" Clark asked with a throaty voice. Lex pulled him to laid on the floor and laid in top of him.
"Me? Never better. You?" Lex answered, opening the diary.
"I'm great! But you... didn't. I mean, you are hard, Lex," Clark pointed out. He could feel Lex's hard cock against his hip.
"I know, but I need a lot of lube and a bed to stop being hard. And you need a bit of rest. So I can wait. I have waited almost 3 years, I can wait a few more minutes until you recover," Lex said and opened the diary in the last page.
"Plus, there something I want to show you," he said and handed him the diary. Right behind the explicative note Clark had written at the end of the diary, where he said he was sorry and he added that he loved Lex, Lex had scrawled, in his particular hand writting: 'I love you too, Clark. Merry Christmas'.
Clark smiled like an idiot. Kissed Lex and hugged him close. "Merry Christmas, Lex."
The End.
Merry Christmas!!