Smallville Big Bang Entry - Boundaries of Life and Death (Part 1 of 2)
Title: Boundaries of Life and Death
Author: Lexophilia
Artist: Fruitbat00
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: R
Word Count: 10K for completed story
Genre/Warnings: m/m, hurt/comfort, drama, angst, profanity, AU, domestic violence, mpreg, chronic illness, minor character death
Summary: The day his father told him he was going to be sent to live in Smallville, Lex suffered a pain deep in his stomach that had nothing to do with his Crohn's. After the events of the meteor shower, he swore to himself that he'd never return to that place. It's funny how something bad can turn into something amazing. Lex never expected to find someone like Clark. Clark never knew he could give himself wholly to someone until he got to know the unusual man he'd risked his life to save. But will anger, illness, death, and a very unexpected surprise keep them from having the happiness they both so desperately crave? This is a very different retelling of their story.
Author's Notes: Much thanks and love to fruitbat00 for kicking my ass and keeping my head in the game. Without your support, this story wouldn't have been completed. I'm also completely floored by how stunning your art is, my dear.
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Life is weird. As a small child, he'd once overheard someone say, “Bad things happen to good people.” Lex always thought people talked that way because (a) they didn't know how to properly express their emotions or (b) they were full of shit. Growing up as a Luthor, he knew that people considered him by name alone to be one of those bad people. Having an ethically-challenged, workaholic businessman as a father and an emotionally distant and often disturbed woman as a mother automatically put him in the category of 'bad.'
Yet, good things never seemed to come his way as the flipped version of the overly used cliche would seem to suggest.
At the age of 9, he suffered the great misfortune of being in Smallville when a massive meteor shower struck the area killing hundreds and deforming him permanently when every single hair follicle on his head was somehow destroyed from being exposed to a close proximity blast. At the age of 12, he walked in just as his mother was removing the pillow from Julian's tiny face, smothering him in his crib. Six months later, before the shock of seeing his mother murder his infant brother had even had a chance to set in, he found himself standing over her grave as she was lowered into her final resting place.
He'd become what the therapists liked to call 'sick' soon after he returned to school after his mother's death. He knew in his head that his brother was dead, but he couldn't pretend that he hadn't heard him crying in the middle of class, when he was trying to eat in his overly pricy school's dining hall, and when he was trying to sleep in his dorm at night. When the school's headmaster finally called his father after he'd spent hours in the school's bell tower screaming for his brother, Lex had known that his life couldn't get any worse.
So, of course, the only reasonable thing that would happen to him while he lay drugged to the gills in some seclusive mental ward for the disgustingly rich would be for the gods to fuck with him once again in their seemingly neverending torture.
At first, the doctors assumed it was the combination of antidepressants and other medications in his system that were causing him to have severe stomach pains. However, after changing his meds twice, his mental state began to improve, while his stomach problems did not. His health declined so rapidly that everyone assumed the worst. In just two short weeks, he'd dropped 15 lbs. off his already thin 13-year-old body. Yes, he'd been able to keep a little food and drink down, but nothing stayed in his system for long, and his body wasn't receiving any nutrients or calories. He soon became physically weak and emotionally drained finding himself having to go to the toilet no fewer than 20 times a day.
It was the second time in his young life he'd felt death looming.
It wasn't until the end of the second week of his suffering that the doctors were finally able to diagnose his illness. It hadn't been some form of stomach cancer like everyone had assumed. It was something called Irritable Bowel Disease, IBD for short. It came in two forms: ulcerative colitis and Crohn's. The doctors told him that he had Crohn's.
His father hadn't taken the news well, and Lex himself had been so sick at the time that he'd barely remembered the doctor describing the disease and its potential complications to him.
Months after Lex had gotten out of the hospital, his father still wasn't accepting of the fact that his son had a chronic illness. He'd taken his son out of Excelsior permanently and hired the best tutors to home school him without consideration for what Lex may have wanted. In the beginning, Lex wanted to argue that he was more than capable of monitoring his own diet and going back to school. However, that argument was short lived when on getting up on the morning he was going to tell his dad he was going back, he found that he'd lost control of his own body at some point during the night and his bedding was covered in the evidence of it. He was so embarrassed that he discarded both the sheets and his clothes, and he never told a living soul. He'd told his father at breakfast that morning that he was ready to begin his home tutoring sessions.
And yet, Lionel's mind had been so transfixed on his business affairs for the day, that he'd barely shown any sign that he'd heard what Lex had said.
Lex sat at the breakfast table for a long time after his father's quick departure to leave for work. He'd sat there with nothing to say and no one to listen. And when he'd gotten up from the table after his aching, yet empty stomach let loose an ominous growl, there was no one there to see him running to the nearest toilet.
When he'd finally been able to clean himself up and go to his room to sit on the edge of his bed and wait the two whole hours until his first tutor of the day arrived, anger began to wash over him in searing hot waves. If made him curl his hands into fist so tight he could hear his fingers pop, and it made him grit his teeth so hard he could hear them grinding together.
When he looks back on that moment, on how he let his anger totally overcome him as he destroyed any and everything breakable in his room, he knows in his heart and mind that that was the moment when he realized he truly hated how unfair his whole life had been. He hated that he had to live his life as a bald freak. He hated that his mother and brother were gone. He hated his father who didn't seem to give a damn that his son had reached his breaking point. But most of all, he hated himself and his traitorous, skinny, ugly, disgusting body.
Looking back, he knows that that was the moment that anger became his one constant companion. He can feel that same, sweet anger bubbling to the surface now, nearly seven years later, as he finds himself once again sitting at a table across from his father.
“Lex, I'm not going to argue with you. I know you want a fight, son. I'm not giving you one.” Lionel said as he sliced into his steak and took a bite of the deliciously prepared meat.
“I'm a fucking adult, and you can't do this to me,” Lex said in a dangerously low voice as he sat at the table with his arms crossed, food growing cold and untouched on the plate before him.
“You really should eat, son. I know it can't be as good as what I'm having, but you are growing disturbingly thin again. You wouldn't want our competitors to think you're unwell, would you?” Lionel asked, not at all being subtle in trying to both insult and intimidate his son.
“You son of a bitch!” Lex yelled as his abruptly stood from his seat and slammed his hands down on the table causing his plate to crash to the floor.
“I'm not going to Smallville to run your factory, and I'm not going to sit here and let you talk to me like this!” Lex continued to yell as Lionel also stood and began to walk around to his son.
“You wouldn't be doing this to me if I was 21. This is just your way - your last try at doing whatever you can to lord control over me. This isn't right, and I'm not going, “Lex said as he stared daggers at his father.
“Son, please. Calm down. There's no need for you to let your anger get out of hand. I know that this is not what you want, but this is what I'm telling you you must do.” Lionel said as he cautiously walked up to his son and placed his hands on his shoulders. Lionel knew that he had to tread carefully from that point on. The last time he dared to even place a hand on his son, he'd ended up on the receiving end of a right hook.
“Don't touch me,” Lex hissed hot and deadly into his father's face as he fought his initial reaction which was to do anything he could to get his father's hands away from him.
“Get your hands off me now,” Lex said as he took a step back causing his father's hands to fall away.
“Son,” Lionel said as he placed his hands in his pockets and took a step back as well, “This is not up for debate. I've sold your apartment. The movers are there now packing your things. You may sleep here tonight. A car will be here at 7 a.m. sharp to drive you first to the mansion to see if everything is to your liking and then to the factory where you'll have a 10 a.m. meeting to become acquainted with the current manager and foreman to discuss what your role and their new roles will be. You can't defy me on this, Lex. We both know that you can't just run off and live on your own because of your condition, and even if you did rebel against me, you know that I'll do everything in my power to keep you from receiving your little inheritance from Lillian when you do turn 21 next year.”
“You're - you - damn you, Lionel. You can't do this to me, “ Lex said as he moved to sit back down in his recently vacated seat. His knees had grown weak somewhere in between being told that his apartment had been sold and something about a 10 a.m. meeting. His father's actions had set his stomach to rolling, and he was glad that he hadn't eaten any of the bland, tasteless meal his father's cook had prepared for him.
“I know this change may come as a shock to you, Lex. However, this is necessary for the expansion of the company. The proper handling and running of this factory will significantly increase LuthorCorp's Kansas profits in the area of agribusiness, and with your education and training you are the best employee for the job. And please, for the love of god, do control that temper of yours.” Lionel said as he walked over to where his son was seated and squeezed his shoulder as he walked past him, exiting the dining room and heading to his office located on the other side of the penthouse.
“Damn you, Lionel. You can't do this to me, “Lex whispered to himself as he sat staring at nothing as disbelief and rage flowed hot and fast through his veins. As he sat thinking about how control of his own life was once again being taken from him, the anger that had gotten him through the last seven years of illness, his father, and dealing with the illness that is his father, took hold of him and made him do something that he hadn't in years.
Maybe the fact that nothing in the penthouse belonged to his mother made it easier for him to break and destroy whatever he could get his hands on without giving a damn about what it was. Maybe the fact that his bastard of a father was too afraid to show his face and stayed hidden in his office made it okay for him to take the keys to the Porsche his father had given him, but very rarely allowed him to drive, and leave the penthouse and go to his apartment where he used every foul word in his repertoire and every threat he could muster to get the movers to leave, even if it was just for the day.
Lex didn't have a single doubt in his mind that his father meant business and that he had no choice but to go back to the place he'd promised himself long ago to never return to or suffer the consequences of his refusal.
Lex packed a single bag and got in the car and drove. He's almost gotten outside of the Metropolis city limits before he remembered there was something he needed to do before he left behind his life, such as it was, in the city behind and headed towards the unexpected in Smallville.
There were no weeds covering the headstone of Lillian Luthor's grave. There were no flowers there either. Lex stood there for so long just staring down at the ground that he lost track of time. He stood there trying to feel something, anything other than the hurt and betrayal in his heart, but there was nothing. As the sun began to set and the evening began to grow cold, he knew that there was nothing left for him in Metropolis. Everything and everyone that mattered was either cold, dead, or cold and dead.
So when the sky began to grow dark and the chill of the approaching night started causing chills to race up and down his body, he slowly walked back to his car and headed towards his destination.
He remembers getting onto the highway and driving for what seemed like hours, but was actually only less than one. He remembers taking the exit that ended up with him driving thorough the main street of Smallville at 9 p.m., twilight for that time of year. He remembers his phone ringing and pulling it from his pocket knowing that the only one calling him at this hour would be his father attempting to pinpoint his whereabouts. The last thing he remembers is hitting something he hadn't seen in the road as he crosses a bridge. There's screeching and the car is spinning, and then there's the loud sound of his car hitting water before everything goes dark.
There's just him and the darkness for what seems like an eternity. The darkness is cold and heavy. It's wet, and it's moving all over him. Freezing him. Killing him. It feels like the same darkness, the same death that had welcomed him with open arms at the age of 9 and then again at 13 until all of a sudden, he feels himself wrapped in arms of steel and he's being pulled upward into a warmth before everything in his head goes completely silent.
As he regains awareness, it's to the feel of a warm, soft mouth covering his own. Large, yet gentle hands press rhythmically up and down against his chest. Something cold and tight breaks inside of him and water begins to flow from his mouth as he begins to take in both deep, gasping breaths of air and his surroundings. The large hands move from his chest up to his shoulders as his rescuer turns him onto his side so that he can continuing coughing up as much of the water from his lungs and belly as possible.
When the man who is still hovering over him, jean clan legs bent and held tightly against his hips in a position that would be a lot more intimate in another situation, begins to ask him questions, something in his belly tightens and it has absolutely nothing to do with the water he just coughed up.
“Are you - you okay? I called 911 before I jumped in to pu - pull you out of the water. They should be here any minute.” The young man whose face Lex can now clearly make out says as he shakily climbs off of Lex as he all but collapses to the side as he puts one of his hands against his own forehead as he fights off a wave of apparent dizziness.
“I think I'm okay,” Lex says as he slowly moves himself to a seated position.
Maybe it's the shock of what's just happened that has him thinking the way he is, but he just can't seem to take his eyes off of the man sitting beside him on the cold, wet, and uncomfortable rocks at the river's edge. Lex has always known his sexual preference was for men, even though he hasn't had many opportunities to act on that knowledge between his father's controlling ways, his own almost obsessive focus on his studies, and the periodic flares of illness. If he's honest with himself, he also knows that his illness and its side effects have made him so self-conscious about his body that he feels no one would want to take on his issues to be in a relationship with him, whether it be long-term or short-term. He's only ever been with one person, a man, and he knows he will end up taking that painful, unexpected rejection with him to the grave.
Even with that being the case, there's still something about the stranger beside him that makes him feel like there's something drawing him - pulling him to the other man.
“I know it's not much, but thank you for saving me,” Lex says as he looks at the young man and for the first time realizes that his savior is looking a little green underneath his pale, flawless skin.
“I know you just saved me, but are you okay? I'm sorry I wasn't thinking. Did you get hurt? Did you see the accident? How did you know what had happened?” Lex begins to ramble as true concern for the other man kicks up a notch as he notices the other man wince and grab at his stomach.
“I'll be okay. I've always gotten sick down by this river. My dad claims there's something in the water. Do you mind if we move father away from it?” the young man asks as he moves to stand while Lex slowly does the same and helps the clearly ill stranger further up the bank away from the water.
It was more than clear when they reached the point that they were far enough away from the meteor rock infested water for Clark to no longer feel its effects. Lex had been struggling to support the weight of the taller man when he'd suddenly felt the other man pause for a moment and take a deep breath as if it was the first real breath he'd taken in some time.
“I'm okay now,” the young man said, now standing at his full height and looking down at Lex with emerald green eyes that held both strength and intelligence Lex found himself at a loss for words. If he'd been attracted to this man before, then he knew he was in trouble now.
“I don't know if you know about them, but that water is full of the meteor rocks that fell on this town when I was a little kid. I've always been sensitive to them. I usually don't come anywhere near this area, but I couldn't help but try to pull you out when I saw your car crash into and go over the bridge,” Clark said as he unconsciously kneaded the shoulders of the slightly shorter, pale-skinned, yet incredibly alluring man before him.
There was something about this man that Clark had just saved that was drawing him to him, and it was definitely something more than his unique attractiveness. He felt a connection to him. And by looking into the other man's eyes, he knew that he had to be feeling the same connection as well.
“I hate to ask this - to be rude, but are you one of the changed children?” Lex asked having heard the term in reference to himself after the meteor shower, but never having met another one of the changed in person.
“Yeah, is that a problem?” Clark asked, voice slightly lowered but still friendly enough for Lex not to be afraid of the large man.
“No, no. Not at all. I mean...I'm one, too.” Lex said as he sat down on the ground as he suddenly felt his knees give out on him.
“You okay?” Clark asked lowering himself to sit beside him.
“Yeah, yeah. My name is Lex, by the way. Lex Luthor. I don't think I got yours,” Lex said as he tried to sound strong even though the day, the late hour, the fact that he hadn't eaten in far too long, and the fact that he'd just been saved by a beautiful stranger that he craved to touch, was all starting to take a toll on his system.
“I'm Clark, Lex. Clark Kent. How is it that you've never met another changed child? There's so many of us around here. And with us all being protected from and by the government with that big case, I didn't think there was anyone that hadn't met one that's from around this area.” Clark ask he looked directly into Lex's deep, blue eyes.
“It's a long st-story,” Lex said as he finally realized that he was shivering in his wet clothes in the cool, late evening air.
“Jesus, you must be freezing. I hear the sirens now. They should be here anytime now.” Clark said as he starting rubbing his hands up and down the sides of Lex's arms in an attempt to help warm him up.
“I don't hh-hear anything,” Lex said as he tried to listen carefully to the sounds of the evening to see if he could pick up the sound of sirens as well. However, the only thing he could hear was the sounds of the water and that of their mingled breathing.
“You will,” Clark said with no further explanation as he scooted over so that his hip was touching Lex's and wrapped his strong, muscular arms around he other man.
“I hope this is okay. I don't want you to freeze on top of almost drowning,” Clark said quietly, feeling somehow braver and bolder than usual because of his strong attraction and connection to this virtual stranger.
He can't help but notice the way Lex fits into his arms. Lex is thinner than he appears and Clark can clearly feel the rise and fall of his ribs and flat stomach as his arms rest around Lex's body. He feels almost fragile, and it makes Clark want to do everything in his power to protect him.
Lex knew that if he was feeling more like himself, he probably would have made some comment about Clark being too forward in embracing him like he was, but he can't bring himself to let out more than a feeble 'it's okay' as he all but melts into Clark's arms. Clark is warm and solid. His arms feel heavy wrapped around him, and he finds himself closing his eyes tight to fight back sudden, powerfully strong emotions that come from somewhere deep and untouched inside of him that threaten to bring tears to his eyes.
The moment is broken as the sound of approaching sirens breaks them both out of the quiet of the moment, and they both begin to move to stand. Clark notices, even though it's getting darker, that Lex's face is even paler than before, and it appears as if he's not going to be able to stand on his own. Carefully as not to hurt the other man in case he has some injuries that he doesn't know about, Clark moves behind Lex and places a hand on his bicep and another around his waist to help him stand.
“Thank you, Clark,” Lex says as he allows himself to lean into the support of the strong, warm body at his back.
After that, the rest of the night is a blur of movement, activity, and sounds. The paramedics are fast and efficient, and it seems to take little to no time for them to get Lex loaded into the ambulance. He remembers seeing Clark's face peering at him into the ambulance and gently squeezing his calf as he tells him he's glad that he's okay before he disappears into the night. He remembers them asking him if there is anyone they should be calling on his behalf, but he shakes his head no. He's sure his father will find out soon enough about his accident, and he has no intention of getting into an argument about it tonight of all nights with him. He remembers asking one of the paramedics if Clark was okay, and the man had said something to the effect of 'nothing can hurt that kid.'
And hours later, when he's signing himself out of the hospital AMA, the only thing that he can focus on is the feeling of Clark Kent's arms wrapped around his body. He knows that he's going to make his 10 a.m. meeting. He knows that his father is going to read him the riot act for taking the car without permission and then wrecking it. But still, all he can focus on is Clark.
For some strange reason as he's being driven to the castle by one of his apparently new, dutiful house servants, he can't help but feel that maybe his life has taken an unexpected turn in a positive direction. Maybe being in Smallville could be a good thing. He was away from his father, and he'd met a fascinating young man named Clark Kent. Yes, he'd almost died in the process, but that was nothing new to him. And as he got out of the back of the car and stared up at the ridiculously opulent place that was to be his new home, he couldn't help but think about the saying that had always seemed to have such a strong impact on his life.
Just as bad things happened to good people, maybe good things did happen to bad people, too.
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Lex and Clark become close, and it happens so fast that is catches both men off guard. Lex's first month in Smallville is filled with endless meetings and nights working long hours at the plant even after all of his employees have gone home just to ensure that everything's running as smoothly as possible and that no small details were being overlooked. His father had been right in saying that he was the best person for the job. And even though he spends most of his time hating his father with a passion for the way that he's treated him, he still loved his work and he takes deep, personal pride in doing his work with perfection.
On the rare occasions that he's not working, he spends most of his free time with Clark. They bond over being 'changed children.' Lex comes to visit and sits with Clark in the loft some nights, and they sit for endless hours talking like old school friends, which they both admit to finding slightly funny since neither of them has ever had what they would consider a true friend to share anything with. Clark talks about having recently graduated from high school and how he's trying to figure out what he's going to do with his life. He tells Lex that he was adopted by the Kents after the meteor shower, and how he'd been found by them hiding cold, naked, and hungry in their barn after a couple days wandering lost in a field. Lex tells Clark about most of the terrible things that have happened to him in the six or seven years since the meteor shower, but he leaves out the part about his medical condition. He really likes Clark, and he doesn't want the other man to think of him as weak or to feel sorry for him.
At first, Lex is unsure of how Clark's parents will feel about his friendship with their son, so he's pleasantly surprised when they warmly welcome him into their home, and tell him that they are glad that Clark has made a friend. Yet, Lex still can't help but find the Kents to be strange in how they receive him. They don't treat him with disdain like some of the Smallville residents have based on his last name. In all honesty, they treat him like he's never been treated, warmly, and for some reason that makes him slightly weary of them. Martha Kent is the worst offender, and he often finds her looking at him strangely, as if she's trying to pick his meat from his bones to try to figure out what makes him tick.
It's when his relationship with Clark begins to develop into something more, he finally understands the looks Clark's mother has been giving him.
They share their first kiss in the loft. It's soft and sweet in the beginning, and Lex is okay with that. Clark's lips feel amazing against his own. Both of them are sitting side by side on the old couch. All Lex recalls is that one minute he's sitting beside Clark with their lips smashed together and the next he's sitting face forward in Clark's lap with his arms wrapped around the back of Clark's strong neck with their cocks grinding against each other through the fabric of their pants. Lex can feel the musculature of Clark's defined chest and abs rubbing about his body, and Clark can feel the somehow sensuous dig of ribs and slightly jutting hipbones against his own. It only takes a minute or two for both of them to come hot and fast in their pants, but neither of them can bring themselves to be embarrassed by it because they are both lost in the warmth and the feeling of something that might be the beginnings of love between them as they sit pressed together face to face.
The first time they're together, skin to skin, isn't what either one of them might have expected, but it's definitely hot and passionate. It's the point where they both know they've truly found something special in the other. It happens one night when they are at the castle. It's a Friday, and Lex is exhausted at the end of another long, yet satisfying week at work. Some action movie with too many explosions is playing on the big screen, but all Lex is paying attention to is the way the lights from the screen are reflecting off of the contours of Clark's face in the otherwise darkened room.
Clark is absolutely stunning, and Lex is constantly finding himself in disbelief of the fact that Clark doesn't even seem to realize it. The shape and feel of his lips is absolutely sinful. Granted, Lex has never really felt that many pressed against his own, but he can't image that there are many out there that are as full, naturally red, and sinfully delicious as Clark's. When Lex had told him a week ago that he looked like a Greek god, Clark had given him a funny look before shaking his head and asking him if we wanted to playing another round of pool.
Sitting watching the lights of the movie reflecting off of Clark's face, Lex can't help but let his hands wander and touch what his eyes so desperately want to see and what his body craves to have pressed against his with absolutely nothing between them.
Lex turns where he's sitting on the couch and sits with one of his legs folded beneath him as he places his hands on Clark's thighs. He can feel them jump and flex under his firm grip, and bravery spurs him on as he allows both of his hands to slide up until they can go no higher. Still gripping the junction of thigh and hip on both sides of Clark's body, Lex pushes up from the couch and moves to sit in Clark's lap.
Lex stares into what he can see of Clark's eyes as he moves his hands to press gently against Clark's hard abs before moving them up to press more firmly against his muscled chest.
“You like sitting in my lap, don't you?” Clark asks breathlessly as he firmly grasps Lex's ass with his hands and pulls the other man flush against his body.
“I really do,” Lex says as he smiles to himself in the dark as he slowly begins to grind himself against the growing bulge in Clark's jeans.
“No, stop. Let's move this to the bed,” Clark says as he continues to squeeze Lex's ass.
“Yeah, okay,” Lex says as he leans in for another quick kiss before he disentangles himself and only stumbling slightly as his knees feel a little weak.
“Come on, already,” Lex says as he pulls Clark by the hand to the adjoining master bedroom.
He feels okay letting Clark think passion has made him a little wobbly, because he's nowhere near ready to tell Clark that he's had a bit of a bad week with his stomach and that he'd been feeling a little under the weather all day.
Clark is removing his clothes a little faster than should be humanly possible and Lex is about to say something about it before he feels his own being removed in a somewhat similar, if slightly faster, fashion.
“Sorry about that,” Clark says as he feels that he's shown a little too much of just how different he is at the wrong time, but he's quickly reassured that he hasn't when Lex jumps on top of him causing them both to crash to the bed.
“It's okay,” Lex says before he latches his mouth onto Clark's. The pillows on the bed seem to be in the way, and Lex uses the hand that isn't tangled in Clark's hair to knock them to the floor.
“Really classy move there,” Clark says after he pulls his mouth away from Lex's so that the other man can breathe.
“I know. I'm the King of Class,” Lex says as he rubs his cock into the indentation between Clark's legs.
“Hmmm,” Clark hums as he wraps his arms around Lex's back before flipping them over so that Lex is on the bottom.
“Oh, oh god,” Lex says as he places the palms of his hands flat against Clark's chest.
“What's wrong? You okay?” Clark asks as he looks down at the other man.
“I'm good. It just felt like I was on a roller coaster for a second there. My stomach is not happy,” Lex says as he tries to play off the nausea threatening to rise up his throat.
“I'm so sorry,” Clark says in a soft voice, but he doesn't move off of Lex.
“Let me make it better for you,” he says as he moves to kiss his way down Lex's body. Clark has never seen Lex naked before, and he's a little taken aback by how thin the other man is even if he dares not mention it. He's noticed before how Lex seems to be self-conscious regarding his body, and Clark doesn't want to give him a reason to feel that way around him.
Lex's skin is soft and warm against his lips, and soon all other thoughts are lost other than the feel and taste of him.
Clark runs his tongue flat against one of Lex's nipples before sucking the small, hard nub between his lips. When he sucks hard enough to pull a gasp from Lex, he moves further down the other man's body. He rests his hands on Lex's slim hips as he slides down so that he can dip his tongue into Lex's slanted navel. The skin of his stomach is slightly damp with sweat, and Clark slowly dips his tongue in and out of that sweet, little slit in imitation of what they both know is about to happen. He moves his hands to rub sensuously up and down Lex's ribcage, and a sense of protectiveness flares deep inside of him at the outward evidence of Lex's fragility.
“Clark, please,” Lex begs as he beings to squirm underneath him. Clark is driving him crazy with his touch, with his gentleness, with his all encompassing heat. Lex wants more and he wants more now.
“Do you have anything?” Clark asks as he moves back up Lex's body, hovering over him on his knees with his elbows resting on either side of his head.
“Shit, no,” Lex says as he realizes just how ill prepared he is for this moment.
“Don't worry. Hold on,” Clark says as he moves from the bed and takes something out of the pocket of his jeans before coming to sit back down with his bare ass sitting on top of Lex's thighs.
“What the hell is that?” Lex asks as he tries to see the little tube in Clark's hands.
“It's improvisation,” Clark says as he squeezes the tube of lip balm out onto Lex's stomach before tossing the empty tube over his shoulder and onto the floor.
“I swear that better not be Carmex,” Lex says as he watches Clark slick half of the stuff onto himself before he spreads the rest onto his fingers and moves down to guide the digits between Lex's now spread legs.
“You're killing the moment,” Clark says in a sightly hoarse voice as he feels the two fingers he's inserted into Lex go in up to the knuckles.
“Oh, oh my god. You've so done this before.” Lex gasps as Clark somehow instantly finds his prostate and makes his eyes roll in the back of his head from just how amazing his touch feels. Clark carefully adds another finger to the first two and begins to twist and move them inside of Lex's ass.
Clark is pretty sure that Lex doesn't do it on purpose, but he knows that Lex is ready when he realizes that the other man is starting to hump himself on his fingers.
“Wait for me, will ya,” Clark chuckles as he removes his fingers and lines his cock up before starting to slowly push into Lex. Lex is warm and tight around him. Lex is panting beneath him and turning his head from side to side. Clark loves how he can feel and see Lex inhale as he pushes in and exhale as he pulls out. Their bodies are perfectly in synch. Clark can feel his heart hammering in his chest, something it never does, and the way that Lex's inner muscles are squeezing against him makes him come harder than he ever had in his life. As he's riding the waves of his own orgasm, he looks down to see that Lex's cock is emptying itself between them without ever being touched.
Clark slowly pulls his cock from Lex's body and collapses down beside him, moving as close to his side as possible and wrapping an arm around his waist and a leg over Lex's thighs.
“Comfortable?” Lex asks as he tries to be sarcastic but fails due to the fact that he still working to catch his breath.
“Very,” Clark says as he pulls Lex even closer to him.
“Hmmm,” Lex hums in return as they both drift off to sleep, neither of them noticing their failure to use a condom.
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Author: Lexophilia
Artist: Fruitbat00
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: R
Word Count: 10K for completed story
Genre/Warnings: m/m, hurt/comfort, drama, angst, profanity, AU, domestic violence, mpreg, chronic illness, minor character death
Summary: The day his father told him he was going to be sent to live in Smallville, Lex suffered a pain deep in his stomach that had nothing to do with his Crohn's. After the events of the meteor shower, he swore to himself that he'd never return to that place. It's funny how something bad can turn into something amazing. Lex never expected to find someone like Clark. Clark never knew he could give himself wholly to someone until he got to know the unusual man he'd risked his life to save. But will anger, illness, death, and a very unexpected surprise keep them from having the happiness they both so desperately crave? This is a very different retelling of their story.
Author's Notes: Much thanks and love to fruitbat00 for kicking my ass and keeping my head in the game. Without your support, this story wouldn't have been completed. I'm also completely floored by how stunning your art is, my dear.
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Life is weird. As a small child, he'd once overheard someone say, “Bad things happen to good people.” Lex always thought people talked that way because (a) they didn't know how to properly express their emotions or (b) they were full of shit. Growing up as a Luthor, he knew that people considered him by name alone to be one of those bad people. Having an ethically-challenged, workaholic businessman as a father and an emotionally distant and often disturbed woman as a mother automatically put him in the category of 'bad.'
Yet, good things never seemed to come his way as the flipped version of the overly used cliche would seem to suggest.
At the age of 9, he suffered the great misfortune of being in Smallville when a massive meteor shower struck the area killing hundreds and deforming him permanently when every single hair follicle on his head was somehow destroyed from being exposed to a close proximity blast. At the age of 12, he walked in just as his mother was removing the pillow from Julian's tiny face, smothering him in his crib. Six months later, before the shock of seeing his mother murder his infant brother had even had a chance to set in, he found himself standing over her grave as she was lowered into her final resting place.
He'd become what the therapists liked to call 'sick' soon after he returned to school after his mother's death. He knew in his head that his brother was dead, but he couldn't pretend that he hadn't heard him crying in the middle of class, when he was trying to eat in his overly pricy school's dining hall, and when he was trying to sleep in his dorm at night. When the school's headmaster finally called his father after he'd spent hours in the school's bell tower screaming for his brother, Lex had known that his life couldn't get any worse.
So, of course, the only reasonable thing that would happen to him while he lay drugged to the gills in some seclusive mental ward for the disgustingly rich would be for the gods to fuck with him once again in their seemingly neverending torture.
At first, the doctors assumed it was the combination of antidepressants and other medications in his system that were causing him to have severe stomach pains. However, after changing his meds twice, his mental state began to improve, while his stomach problems did not. His health declined so rapidly that everyone assumed the worst. In just two short weeks, he'd dropped 15 lbs. off his already thin 13-year-old body. Yes, he'd been able to keep a little food and drink down, but nothing stayed in his system for long, and his body wasn't receiving any nutrients or calories. He soon became physically weak and emotionally drained finding himself having to go to the toilet no fewer than 20 times a day.
It was the second time in his young life he'd felt death looming.
It wasn't until the end of the second week of his suffering that the doctors were finally able to diagnose his illness. It hadn't been some form of stomach cancer like everyone had assumed. It was something called Irritable Bowel Disease, IBD for short. It came in two forms: ulcerative colitis and Crohn's. The doctors told him that he had Crohn's.
His father hadn't taken the news well, and Lex himself had been so sick at the time that he'd barely remembered the doctor describing the disease and its potential complications to him.
Months after Lex had gotten out of the hospital, his father still wasn't accepting of the fact that his son had a chronic illness. He'd taken his son out of Excelsior permanently and hired the best tutors to home school him without consideration for what Lex may have wanted. In the beginning, Lex wanted to argue that he was more than capable of monitoring his own diet and going back to school. However, that argument was short lived when on getting up on the morning he was going to tell his dad he was going back, he found that he'd lost control of his own body at some point during the night and his bedding was covered in the evidence of it. He was so embarrassed that he discarded both the sheets and his clothes, and he never told a living soul. He'd told his father at breakfast that morning that he was ready to begin his home tutoring sessions.
And yet, Lionel's mind had been so transfixed on his business affairs for the day, that he'd barely shown any sign that he'd heard what Lex had said.
Lex sat at the breakfast table for a long time after his father's quick departure to leave for work. He'd sat there with nothing to say and no one to listen. And when he'd gotten up from the table after his aching, yet empty stomach let loose an ominous growl, there was no one there to see him running to the nearest toilet.
When he'd finally been able to clean himself up and go to his room to sit on the edge of his bed and wait the two whole hours until his first tutor of the day arrived, anger began to wash over him in searing hot waves. If made him curl his hands into fist so tight he could hear his fingers pop, and it made him grit his teeth so hard he could hear them grinding together.
When he looks back on that moment, on how he let his anger totally overcome him as he destroyed any and everything breakable in his room, he knows in his heart and mind that that was the moment when he realized he truly hated how unfair his whole life had been. He hated that he had to live his life as a bald freak. He hated that his mother and brother were gone. He hated his father who didn't seem to give a damn that his son had reached his breaking point. But most of all, he hated himself and his traitorous, skinny, ugly, disgusting body.
Looking back, he knows that that was the moment that anger became his one constant companion. He can feel that same, sweet anger bubbling to the surface now, nearly seven years later, as he finds himself once again sitting at a table across from his father.
“Lex, I'm not going to argue with you. I know you want a fight, son. I'm not giving you one.” Lionel said as he sliced into his steak and took a bite of the deliciously prepared meat.
“I'm a fucking adult, and you can't do this to me,” Lex said in a dangerously low voice as he sat at the table with his arms crossed, food growing cold and untouched on the plate before him.
“You really should eat, son. I know it can't be as good as what I'm having, but you are growing disturbingly thin again. You wouldn't want our competitors to think you're unwell, would you?” Lionel asked, not at all being subtle in trying to both insult and intimidate his son.
“You son of a bitch!” Lex yelled as his abruptly stood from his seat and slammed his hands down on the table causing his plate to crash to the floor.
“I'm not going to Smallville to run your factory, and I'm not going to sit here and let you talk to me like this!” Lex continued to yell as Lionel also stood and began to walk around to his son.
“You wouldn't be doing this to me if I was 21. This is just your way - your last try at doing whatever you can to lord control over me. This isn't right, and I'm not going, “Lex said as he stared daggers at his father.
“Son, please. Calm down. There's no need for you to let your anger get out of hand. I know that this is not what you want, but this is what I'm telling you you must do.” Lionel said as he cautiously walked up to his son and placed his hands on his shoulders. Lionel knew that he had to tread carefully from that point on. The last time he dared to even place a hand on his son, he'd ended up on the receiving end of a right hook.
“Don't touch me,” Lex hissed hot and deadly into his father's face as he fought his initial reaction which was to do anything he could to get his father's hands away from him.
“Get your hands off me now,” Lex said as he took a step back causing his father's hands to fall away.
“Son,” Lionel said as he placed his hands in his pockets and took a step back as well, “This is not up for debate. I've sold your apartment. The movers are there now packing your things. You may sleep here tonight. A car will be here at 7 a.m. sharp to drive you first to the mansion to see if everything is to your liking and then to the factory where you'll have a 10 a.m. meeting to become acquainted with the current manager and foreman to discuss what your role and their new roles will be. You can't defy me on this, Lex. We both know that you can't just run off and live on your own because of your condition, and even if you did rebel against me, you know that I'll do everything in my power to keep you from receiving your little inheritance from Lillian when you do turn 21 next year.”
“You're - you - damn you, Lionel. You can't do this to me, “ Lex said as he moved to sit back down in his recently vacated seat. His knees had grown weak somewhere in between being told that his apartment had been sold and something about a 10 a.m. meeting. His father's actions had set his stomach to rolling, and he was glad that he hadn't eaten any of the bland, tasteless meal his father's cook had prepared for him.
“I know this change may come as a shock to you, Lex. However, this is necessary for the expansion of the company. The proper handling and running of this factory will significantly increase LuthorCorp's Kansas profits in the area of agribusiness, and with your education and training you are the best employee for the job. And please, for the love of god, do control that temper of yours.” Lionel said as he walked over to where his son was seated and squeezed his shoulder as he walked past him, exiting the dining room and heading to his office located on the other side of the penthouse.
“Damn you, Lionel. You can't do this to me, “Lex whispered to himself as he sat staring at nothing as disbelief and rage flowed hot and fast through his veins. As he sat thinking about how control of his own life was once again being taken from him, the anger that had gotten him through the last seven years of illness, his father, and dealing with the illness that is his father, took hold of him and made him do something that he hadn't in years.
Maybe the fact that nothing in the penthouse belonged to his mother made it easier for him to break and destroy whatever he could get his hands on without giving a damn about what it was. Maybe the fact that his bastard of a father was too afraid to show his face and stayed hidden in his office made it okay for him to take the keys to the Porsche his father had given him, but very rarely allowed him to drive, and leave the penthouse and go to his apartment where he used every foul word in his repertoire and every threat he could muster to get the movers to leave, even if it was just for the day.
Lex didn't have a single doubt in his mind that his father meant business and that he had no choice but to go back to the place he'd promised himself long ago to never return to or suffer the consequences of his refusal.
Lex packed a single bag and got in the car and drove. He's almost gotten outside of the Metropolis city limits before he remembered there was something he needed to do before he left behind his life, such as it was, in the city behind and headed towards the unexpected in Smallville.
There were no weeds covering the headstone of Lillian Luthor's grave. There were no flowers there either. Lex stood there for so long just staring down at the ground that he lost track of time. He stood there trying to feel something, anything other than the hurt and betrayal in his heart, but there was nothing. As the sun began to set and the evening began to grow cold, he knew that there was nothing left for him in Metropolis. Everything and everyone that mattered was either cold, dead, or cold and dead.
So when the sky began to grow dark and the chill of the approaching night started causing chills to race up and down his body, he slowly walked back to his car and headed towards his destination.
He remembers getting onto the highway and driving for what seemed like hours, but was actually only less than one. He remembers taking the exit that ended up with him driving thorough the main street of Smallville at 9 p.m., twilight for that time of year. He remembers his phone ringing and pulling it from his pocket knowing that the only one calling him at this hour would be his father attempting to pinpoint his whereabouts. The last thing he remembers is hitting something he hadn't seen in the road as he crosses a bridge. There's screeching and the car is spinning, and then there's the loud sound of his car hitting water before everything goes dark.
There's just him and the darkness for what seems like an eternity. The darkness is cold and heavy. It's wet, and it's moving all over him. Freezing him. Killing him. It feels like the same darkness, the same death that had welcomed him with open arms at the age of 9 and then again at 13 until all of a sudden, he feels himself wrapped in arms of steel and he's being pulled upward into a warmth before everything in his head goes completely silent.
As he regains awareness, it's to the feel of a warm, soft mouth covering his own. Large, yet gentle hands press rhythmically up and down against his chest. Something cold and tight breaks inside of him and water begins to flow from his mouth as he begins to take in both deep, gasping breaths of air and his surroundings. The large hands move from his chest up to his shoulders as his rescuer turns him onto his side so that he can continuing coughing up as much of the water from his lungs and belly as possible.
When the man who is still hovering over him, jean clan legs bent and held tightly against his hips in a position that would be a lot more intimate in another situation, begins to ask him questions, something in his belly tightens and it has absolutely nothing to do with the water he just coughed up.
“Are you - you okay? I called 911 before I jumped in to pu - pull you out of the water. They should be here any minute.” The young man whose face Lex can now clearly make out says as he shakily climbs off of Lex as he all but collapses to the side as he puts one of his hands against his own forehead as he fights off a wave of apparent dizziness.
“I think I'm okay,” Lex says as he slowly moves himself to a seated position.
Maybe it's the shock of what's just happened that has him thinking the way he is, but he just can't seem to take his eyes off of the man sitting beside him on the cold, wet, and uncomfortable rocks at the river's edge. Lex has always known his sexual preference was for men, even though he hasn't had many opportunities to act on that knowledge between his father's controlling ways, his own almost obsessive focus on his studies, and the periodic flares of illness. If he's honest with himself, he also knows that his illness and its side effects have made him so self-conscious about his body that he feels no one would want to take on his issues to be in a relationship with him, whether it be long-term or short-term. He's only ever been with one person, a man, and he knows he will end up taking that painful, unexpected rejection with him to the grave.
Even with that being the case, there's still something about the stranger beside him that makes him feel like there's something drawing him - pulling him to the other man.
“I know it's not much, but thank you for saving me,” Lex says as he looks at the young man and for the first time realizes that his savior is looking a little green underneath his pale, flawless skin.
“I know you just saved me, but are you okay? I'm sorry I wasn't thinking. Did you get hurt? Did you see the accident? How did you know what had happened?” Lex begins to ramble as true concern for the other man kicks up a notch as he notices the other man wince and grab at his stomach.
“I'll be okay. I've always gotten sick down by this river. My dad claims there's something in the water. Do you mind if we move father away from it?” the young man asks as he moves to stand while Lex slowly does the same and helps the clearly ill stranger further up the bank away from the water.
It was more than clear when they reached the point that they were far enough away from the meteor rock infested water for Clark to no longer feel its effects. Lex had been struggling to support the weight of the taller man when he'd suddenly felt the other man pause for a moment and take a deep breath as if it was the first real breath he'd taken in some time.
“I'm okay now,” the young man said, now standing at his full height and looking down at Lex with emerald green eyes that held both strength and intelligence Lex found himself at a loss for words. If he'd been attracted to this man before, then he knew he was in trouble now.
“I don't know if you know about them, but that water is full of the meteor rocks that fell on this town when I was a little kid. I've always been sensitive to them. I usually don't come anywhere near this area, but I couldn't help but try to pull you out when I saw your car crash into and go over the bridge,” Clark said as he unconsciously kneaded the shoulders of the slightly shorter, pale-skinned, yet incredibly alluring man before him.
There was something about this man that Clark had just saved that was drawing him to him, and it was definitely something more than his unique attractiveness. He felt a connection to him. And by looking into the other man's eyes, he knew that he had to be feeling the same connection as well.
“I hate to ask this - to be rude, but are you one of the changed children?” Lex asked having heard the term in reference to himself after the meteor shower, but never having met another one of the changed in person.
“Yeah, is that a problem?” Clark asked, voice slightly lowered but still friendly enough for Lex not to be afraid of the large man.
“No, no. Not at all. I mean...I'm one, too.” Lex said as he sat down on the ground as he suddenly felt his knees give out on him.
“You okay?” Clark asked lowering himself to sit beside him.
“Yeah, yeah. My name is Lex, by the way. Lex Luthor. I don't think I got yours,” Lex said as he tried to sound strong even though the day, the late hour, the fact that he hadn't eaten in far too long, and the fact that he'd just been saved by a beautiful stranger that he craved to touch, was all starting to take a toll on his system.
“I'm Clark, Lex. Clark Kent. How is it that you've never met another changed child? There's so many of us around here. And with us all being protected from and by the government with that big case, I didn't think there was anyone that hadn't met one that's from around this area.” Clark ask he looked directly into Lex's deep, blue eyes.
“It's a long st-story,” Lex said as he finally realized that he was shivering in his wet clothes in the cool, late evening air.
“Jesus, you must be freezing. I hear the sirens now. They should be here anytime now.” Clark said as he starting rubbing his hands up and down the sides of Lex's arms in an attempt to help warm him up.
“I don't hh-hear anything,” Lex said as he tried to listen carefully to the sounds of the evening to see if he could pick up the sound of sirens as well. However, the only thing he could hear was the sounds of the water and that of their mingled breathing.
“You will,” Clark said with no further explanation as he scooted over so that his hip was touching Lex's and wrapped his strong, muscular arms around he other man.
“I hope this is okay. I don't want you to freeze on top of almost drowning,” Clark said quietly, feeling somehow braver and bolder than usual because of his strong attraction and connection to this virtual stranger.
He can't help but notice the way Lex fits into his arms. Lex is thinner than he appears and Clark can clearly feel the rise and fall of his ribs and flat stomach as his arms rest around Lex's body. He feels almost fragile, and it makes Clark want to do everything in his power to protect him.
Lex knew that if he was feeling more like himself, he probably would have made some comment about Clark being too forward in embracing him like he was, but he can't bring himself to let out more than a feeble 'it's okay' as he all but melts into Clark's arms. Clark is warm and solid. His arms feel heavy wrapped around him, and he finds himself closing his eyes tight to fight back sudden, powerfully strong emotions that come from somewhere deep and untouched inside of him that threaten to bring tears to his eyes.
The moment is broken as the sound of approaching sirens breaks them both out of the quiet of the moment, and they both begin to move to stand. Clark notices, even though it's getting darker, that Lex's face is even paler than before, and it appears as if he's not going to be able to stand on his own. Carefully as not to hurt the other man in case he has some injuries that he doesn't know about, Clark moves behind Lex and places a hand on his bicep and another around his waist to help him stand.
“Thank you, Clark,” Lex says as he allows himself to lean into the support of the strong, warm body at his back.
After that, the rest of the night is a blur of movement, activity, and sounds. The paramedics are fast and efficient, and it seems to take little to no time for them to get Lex loaded into the ambulance. He remembers seeing Clark's face peering at him into the ambulance and gently squeezing his calf as he tells him he's glad that he's okay before he disappears into the night. He remembers them asking him if there is anyone they should be calling on his behalf, but he shakes his head no. He's sure his father will find out soon enough about his accident, and he has no intention of getting into an argument about it tonight of all nights with him. He remembers asking one of the paramedics if Clark was okay, and the man had said something to the effect of 'nothing can hurt that kid.'
And hours later, when he's signing himself out of the hospital AMA, the only thing that he can focus on is the feeling of Clark Kent's arms wrapped around his body. He knows that he's going to make his 10 a.m. meeting. He knows that his father is going to read him the riot act for taking the car without permission and then wrecking it. But still, all he can focus on is Clark.
For some strange reason as he's being driven to the castle by one of his apparently new, dutiful house servants, he can't help but feel that maybe his life has taken an unexpected turn in a positive direction. Maybe being in Smallville could be a good thing. He was away from his father, and he'd met a fascinating young man named Clark Kent. Yes, he'd almost died in the process, but that was nothing new to him. And as he got out of the back of the car and stared up at the ridiculously opulent place that was to be his new home, he couldn't help but think about the saying that had always seemed to have such a strong impact on his life.
Just as bad things happened to good people, maybe good things did happen to bad people, too.
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Lex and Clark become close, and it happens so fast that is catches both men off guard. Lex's first month in Smallville is filled with endless meetings and nights working long hours at the plant even after all of his employees have gone home just to ensure that everything's running as smoothly as possible and that no small details were being overlooked. His father had been right in saying that he was the best person for the job. And even though he spends most of his time hating his father with a passion for the way that he's treated him, he still loved his work and he takes deep, personal pride in doing his work with perfection.
On the rare occasions that he's not working, he spends most of his free time with Clark. They bond over being 'changed children.' Lex comes to visit and sits with Clark in the loft some nights, and they sit for endless hours talking like old school friends, which they both admit to finding slightly funny since neither of them has ever had what they would consider a true friend to share anything with. Clark talks about having recently graduated from high school and how he's trying to figure out what he's going to do with his life. He tells Lex that he was adopted by the Kents after the meteor shower, and how he'd been found by them hiding cold, naked, and hungry in their barn after a couple days wandering lost in a field. Lex tells Clark about most of the terrible things that have happened to him in the six or seven years since the meteor shower, but he leaves out the part about his medical condition. He really likes Clark, and he doesn't want the other man to think of him as weak or to feel sorry for him.
At first, Lex is unsure of how Clark's parents will feel about his friendship with their son, so he's pleasantly surprised when they warmly welcome him into their home, and tell him that they are glad that Clark has made a friend. Yet, Lex still can't help but find the Kents to be strange in how they receive him. They don't treat him with disdain like some of the Smallville residents have based on his last name. In all honesty, they treat him like he's never been treated, warmly, and for some reason that makes him slightly weary of them. Martha Kent is the worst offender, and he often finds her looking at him strangely, as if she's trying to pick his meat from his bones to try to figure out what makes him tick.
It's when his relationship with Clark begins to develop into something more, he finally understands the looks Clark's mother has been giving him.
They share their first kiss in the loft. It's soft and sweet in the beginning, and Lex is okay with that. Clark's lips feel amazing against his own. Both of them are sitting side by side on the old couch. All Lex recalls is that one minute he's sitting beside Clark with their lips smashed together and the next he's sitting face forward in Clark's lap with his arms wrapped around the back of Clark's strong neck with their cocks grinding against each other through the fabric of their pants. Lex can feel the musculature of Clark's defined chest and abs rubbing about his body, and Clark can feel the somehow sensuous dig of ribs and slightly jutting hipbones against his own. It only takes a minute or two for both of them to come hot and fast in their pants, but neither of them can bring themselves to be embarrassed by it because they are both lost in the warmth and the feeling of something that might be the beginnings of love between them as they sit pressed together face to face.
The first time they're together, skin to skin, isn't what either one of them might have expected, but it's definitely hot and passionate. It's the point where they both know they've truly found something special in the other. It happens one night when they are at the castle. It's a Friday, and Lex is exhausted at the end of another long, yet satisfying week at work. Some action movie with too many explosions is playing on the big screen, but all Lex is paying attention to is the way the lights from the screen are reflecting off of the contours of Clark's face in the otherwise darkened room.
Clark is absolutely stunning, and Lex is constantly finding himself in disbelief of the fact that Clark doesn't even seem to realize it. The shape and feel of his lips is absolutely sinful. Granted, Lex has never really felt that many pressed against his own, but he can't image that there are many out there that are as full, naturally red, and sinfully delicious as Clark's. When Lex had told him a week ago that he looked like a Greek god, Clark had given him a funny look before shaking his head and asking him if we wanted to playing another round of pool.
Sitting watching the lights of the movie reflecting off of Clark's face, Lex can't help but let his hands wander and touch what his eyes so desperately want to see and what his body craves to have pressed against his with absolutely nothing between them.
Lex turns where he's sitting on the couch and sits with one of his legs folded beneath him as he places his hands on Clark's thighs. He can feel them jump and flex under his firm grip, and bravery spurs him on as he allows both of his hands to slide up until they can go no higher. Still gripping the junction of thigh and hip on both sides of Clark's body, Lex pushes up from the couch and moves to sit in Clark's lap.
Lex stares into what he can see of Clark's eyes as he moves his hands to press gently against Clark's hard abs before moving them up to press more firmly against his muscled chest.
“You like sitting in my lap, don't you?” Clark asks breathlessly as he firmly grasps Lex's ass with his hands and pulls the other man flush against his body.
“I really do,” Lex says as he smiles to himself in the dark as he slowly begins to grind himself against the growing bulge in Clark's jeans.
“No, stop. Let's move this to the bed,” Clark says as he continues to squeeze Lex's ass.
“Yeah, okay,” Lex says as he leans in for another quick kiss before he disentangles himself and only stumbling slightly as his knees feel a little weak.
“Come on, already,” Lex says as he pulls Clark by the hand to the adjoining master bedroom.
He feels okay letting Clark think passion has made him a little wobbly, because he's nowhere near ready to tell Clark that he's had a bit of a bad week with his stomach and that he'd been feeling a little under the weather all day.
Clark is removing his clothes a little faster than should be humanly possible and Lex is about to say something about it before he feels his own being removed in a somewhat similar, if slightly faster, fashion.
“Sorry about that,” Clark says as he feels that he's shown a little too much of just how different he is at the wrong time, but he's quickly reassured that he hasn't when Lex jumps on top of him causing them both to crash to the bed.
“It's okay,” Lex says before he latches his mouth onto Clark's. The pillows on the bed seem to be in the way, and Lex uses the hand that isn't tangled in Clark's hair to knock them to the floor.
“Really classy move there,” Clark says after he pulls his mouth away from Lex's so that the other man can breathe.
“I know. I'm the King of Class,” Lex says as he rubs his cock into the indentation between Clark's legs.
“Hmmm,” Clark hums as he wraps his arms around Lex's back before flipping them over so that Lex is on the bottom.
“Oh, oh god,” Lex says as he places the palms of his hands flat against Clark's chest.
“What's wrong? You okay?” Clark asks as he looks down at the other man.
“I'm good. It just felt like I was on a roller coaster for a second there. My stomach is not happy,” Lex says as he tries to play off the nausea threatening to rise up his throat.
“I'm so sorry,” Clark says in a soft voice, but he doesn't move off of Lex.
“Let me make it better for you,” he says as he moves to kiss his way down Lex's body. Clark has never seen Lex naked before, and he's a little taken aback by how thin the other man is even if he dares not mention it. He's noticed before how Lex seems to be self-conscious regarding his body, and Clark doesn't want to give him a reason to feel that way around him.
Lex's skin is soft and warm against his lips, and soon all other thoughts are lost other than the feel and taste of him.
Clark runs his tongue flat against one of Lex's nipples before sucking the small, hard nub between his lips. When he sucks hard enough to pull a gasp from Lex, he moves further down the other man's body. He rests his hands on Lex's slim hips as he slides down so that he can dip his tongue into Lex's slanted navel. The skin of his stomach is slightly damp with sweat, and Clark slowly dips his tongue in and out of that sweet, little slit in imitation of what they both know is about to happen. He moves his hands to rub sensuously up and down Lex's ribcage, and a sense of protectiveness flares deep inside of him at the outward evidence of Lex's fragility.
“Clark, please,” Lex begs as he beings to squirm underneath him. Clark is driving him crazy with his touch, with his gentleness, with his all encompassing heat. Lex wants more and he wants more now.
“Do you have anything?” Clark asks as he moves back up Lex's body, hovering over him on his knees with his elbows resting on either side of his head.
“Shit, no,” Lex says as he realizes just how ill prepared he is for this moment.
“Don't worry. Hold on,” Clark says as he moves from the bed and takes something out of the pocket of his jeans before coming to sit back down with his bare ass sitting on top of Lex's thighs.
“What the hell is that?” Lex asks as he tries to see the little tube in Clark's hands.
“It's improvisation,” Clark says as he squeezes the tube of lip balm out onto Lex's stomach before tossing the empty tube over his shoulder and onto the floor.
“I swear that better not be Carmex,” Lex says as he watches Clark slick half of the stuff onto himself before he spreads the rest onto his fingers and moves down to guide the digits between Lex's now spread legs.
“You're killing the moment,” Clark says in a sightly hoarse voice as he feels the two fingers he's inserted into Lex go in up to the knuckles.
“Oh, oh my god. You've so done this before.” Lex gasps as Clark somehow instantly finds his prostate and makes his eyes roll in the back of his head from just how amazing his touch feels. Clark carefully adds another finger to the first two and begins to twist and move them inside of Lex's ass.
Clark is pretty sure that Lex doesn't do it on purpose, but he knows that Lex is ready when he realizes that the other man is starting to hump himself on his fingers.
“Wait for me, will ya,” Clark chuckles as he removes his fingers and lines his cock up before starting to slowly push into Lex. Lex is warm and tight around him. Lex is panting beneath him and turning his head from side to side. Clark loves how he can feel and see Lex inhale as he pushes in and exhale as he pulls out. Their bodies are perfectly in synch. Clark can feel his heart hammering in his chest, something it never does, and the way that Lex's inner muscles are squeezing against him makes him come harder than he ever had in his life. As he's riding the waves of his own orgasm, he looks down to see that Lex's cock is emptying itself between them without ever being touched.
Clark slowly pulls his cock from Lex's body and collapses down beside him, moving as close to his side as possible and wrapping an arm around his waist and a leg over Lex's thighs.
“Comfortable?” Lex asks as he tries to be sarcastic but fails due to the fact that he still working to catch his breath.
“Very,” Clark says as he pulls Lex even closer to him.
“Hmmm,” Lex hums in return as they both drift off to sleep, neither of them noticing their failure to use a condom.
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