Fic: First Time for Everything (SV - Lex/various)
Title: First Time for Everything
Author: Moosesal
Rating: Adult
Characters: Lex with various other canon and original characters
Word count: ~1700
Summary: This is a series of gen, het, and slash vignettes of Lex’s first experiences with a variety of things from family to cars to sex.
Prompt: college fic or first time
Note: Thanks to brandil for a very last-minute audiencing of this. All errors are my own.
The first time Lex smiled after his mother died was also the first time he cried after her funeral. Lionel had told him to get control of himself and he had. No more tears, no more laughter, no more expression of anything. Then one day he’d come home from school to find a large vase of lilies in the foyer and the sound of Bach being played on the piano in the study. He’d rushed through the doors to see long red hair and a graceful back covered in white silk. He smiled and moved forward even though he knew it couldn’t be. He wanted it to be though. Wanted it so very much.
Then she turned around and it wasn’t his mother at all. It was Lionel’s new secretary.
Lex was thirteen the first time he sucked cock. It was one of the best and worst things about boarding school. He liked it.
He wasn’t supposed to.
The first time Lex drove a car, he was just a few weeks shy of turning fourteen. He stole the headmaster’s BMW and went joyriding. Alone.
He’d remember that freedom two years later when his father gifted him with his first Boxter. He was happy for the freedom, but even happier to watch Lionel’s smiling face get smaller and smaller in the rear-view mirror.
The first time Lex wore a dress was also the last. He’d done it to impress a girl and it didn’t work. Of course, the lack of success wasn’t the reason to not do it again. No, that was due to the annoyance of spending the entire night fending off drunken frat boys.
His ass and legs looked damn good in a short skirt and high heels. It’d take a special someone to get him in a dress again.
His special someone eluded him.
Lex was in a post-drowning euphoria the first time he saw Clark. Sometimes he thought that was the cause of his obsession. Some sort of oxygen-deprivation-induced love at first sight. But then he’d see Clark smile and all those feelings would come rushing back again.
Third grade, Mr. Hatch, first crush on a teacher.
Tenth grade, Ms. Bellweather, first teacher he fucked.
Eleventh grade, Ms. Bellweather, first teacher to fuck him.
Lex didn’t remember the first time Lionel complimented him on something. But he’d never forget being eight years old and realizing that half of Lionel’s compliments were actually veiled insults.
Most people would probably be surprised, but Lex’s first threesome that he really wanted had only happened in his head. He’d dreamt many times of Clark and Lana. Together. In his bed. He’d dreamt of all the ways they’d make love, because with both of them it could never be just fucking.
With both of them, sadly, it could never be at all.
Jenny Dawkins kissed Lex during a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven at a birthday party for some boy whose name he never learned. Lex had only been invited to the party because of some business connection between Lionel and the other boy’s father. Age eleven and Lex already felt like he was being whored out.
A first kiss was supposed to be special. A year later he kissed that same birthday boy in the bathroom and it was, even if he still didn’t know his name.
The first time Lex saw a girly magazine he was largely unimpressed. His opinion would never really change on this. His French au pairs were much hotter. And they were right there, sunning nude by the rooftop pool. Porn was for guys who couldn’t get the real thing.
The first time Lex made love to Lana, he was gentle and careful and thinking of Clark the entire time.
Thanks to his father’s money, Lex was clubbing at an incredibly early age. Also thanks to that money (and his slender build and boyish charm), he was getting high in those same clubs. The first time, a stranger had looked him up and down then jerked his head towards the bathroom. Lex had followed with the intention of a blowjob or a quick fuck, whatever the guy was up for. He just needed to get out of his own head for a few minutes.
When they got in there, the guy offered Lex a bump off the side of his hand. He went with it and didn’t really stop for a few years. Coke, X, all manner of designer uppers. It was easy to relax against the bathroom wall while some guy fucked him when he was feeling no pain -- physical or mental.
Lex’s first day of college was lonely.
Jerking off comes naturally to most boys and Lex was no exception. The first time he did it wasn’t particularly memorable or special. It was quick and efficient if a little bit messy. He soon learned to have a couple tissues at hand and it became routine.
When he started looking at boys, though… when he started sucking them off at school… Well jerking off took on a new life. He’d use some lube to make his hand nice and wet. He’d let his fingers tease his balls then slide behind, pressing against that tender spot, then moving down to his ass.
The first time he slid a finger inside himself he began devising a plan for getting something a bit more substantial in there. It didn’t take long to find someone willing.
Lex discovered rimming on his own. He was going down on Gerald Ashton III for the billionth time when he moved his mouth lower, sucking Gerald’s balls as he’d done before, then continuing south. He’d gone down on girls before and knew how much they liked it. And he knew how good it felt to touch his own ass with the tip of a finger, all slick and teasing. So he figured it had to be good. Gerald freaked out, but Lex wasn’t deterred from trying it again with anyone he could.
His peers, on the other hand, weren’t all that keen on reciprocating. Fortunately, Lex’s trig teacher, Ms. Bellweather, didn’t have the same qualms. The first time she slid her tongue into Lex’s ass, he felt like his world was flying apart. It was the best thing ever.
After meeting Clark, Lex dreamt of him often. Clark’s friends and family were sometimes in the dreams too. But one night early on he dreamt of Chloe and only Chloe. She was interviewing him, drilling him with questions about the fertilizer plant and secrets, her eyes boring into him as she held her microphone out. It was the first time in years that he woke up with his pajama pants stuck to him. There wasn’t even sex in the dream.
It’s not uncommon for a child’s first word to be “mamma” and so it was for Lex. It wasn’t until he was almost speaking in sentences, however, that Lillian convinced Lionel to take two weeks of vacation and stay home long enough for Lex to finally learn “dadda”.
Pegging wasn’t something Lex had expected to do in high school, but his trig teacher -- the same one who’d introduced him to rimming -- felt the need to expand a young man’s horizons. To open his eyes. She’d smiled when he said he’d been fucked before and knelt on the bed ass up. He’d smiled when she waved the strap-on in his face and made him suck it first.
Both smiles were replaced by O’s of surprise and pleasure when she slid all the way in with one thrust.
Oliver Queen was the first person for whom Lex simultaneously felt both lust and envy.
Lex had done a lot of things and seen a lot of things before he hit age 20. Fisting was not one of them. It would be a few years later, at a business meeting in Miami, that opportunity would come knocking. He was sitting in the hotel bar enjoying a nice scotch and exchanging glances with a couple across the room. They invited him to join them for a nightcap up in their suite and he accepted.
He’d expected a little double penetration of the woman, maybe a little guy-on-guy action. What he walked into was an orgy already in progress. The first thing to catch his eye was a blonde woman spread out on the sofa with a hot redhead between her legs with her entire hand in the blonde’s pussy. Both women looked at him and smiled. An hour later he was spread out on the sofa with the redhead between his own legs while watching the couple he’d come upstairs with going down on another guy. He wondered which of the two he could get to lay down like this for him first.
The next night he learned that giving was just as good as receiving when Christian helped coax Kimber open for him.
He couldn’t remember the first lie he ever told, but Lex was certain it had been to Lionel. He never lied to his mother. He never lied to the people he loved until they started lying to him. He thought often of those early days with Clark, days he missed with an ache in his heart.
Lex liked cock. Even before he’d touched and tasted someone other than himself, he knew he loved cock. But there was something about pussy that he couldn’t resist. The first time he fucked Victoria when she was bleeding, he’d come deep inside her then slid down between her legs to eat her out. She’d freaked at first, but he held her hips and kept going until she was falling apart beneath him, her body shaking as she gushed blood and come and pussy juice all over his face and he lapped up every last drop.
Lex was nine the first time he imagined ruling the world. He was seventeen the first time he realized it was actually possible.
Author: Moosesal
Rating: Adult
Characters: Lex with various other canon and original characters
Word count: ~1700
Summary: This is a series of gen, het, and slash vignettes of Lex’s first experiences with a variety of things from family to cars to sex.
Prompt: college fic or first time
Note: Thanks to brandil for a very last-minute audiencing of this. All errors are my own.
The first time Lex smiled after his mother died was also the first time he cried after her funeral. Lionel had told him to get control of himself and he had. No more tears, no more laughter, no more expression of anything. Then one day he’d come home from school to find a large vase of lilies in the foyer and the sound of Bach being played on the piano in the study. He’d rushed through the doors to see long red hair and a graceful back covered in white silk. He smiled and moved forward even though he knew it couldn’t be. He wanted it to be though. Wanted it so very much.
Then she turned around and it wasn’t his mother at all. It was Lionel’s new secretary.
Lex was thirteen the first time he sucked cock. It was one of the best and worst things about boarding school. He liked it.
He wasn’t supposed to.
The first time Lex drove a car, he was just a few weeks shy of turning fourteen. He stole the headmaster’s BMW and went joyriding. Alone.
He’d remember that freedom two years later when his father gifted him with his first Boxter. He was happy for the freedom, but even happier to watch Lionel’s smiling face get smaller and smaller in the rear-view mirror.
The first time Lex wore a dress was also the last. He’d done it to impress a girl and it didn’t work. Of course, the lack of success wasn’t the reason to not do it again. No, that was due to the annoyance of spending the entire night fending off drunken frat boys.
His ass and legs looked damn good in a short skirt and high heels. It’d take a special someone to get him in a dress again.
His special someone eluded him.
Lex was in a post-drowning euphoria the first time he saw Clark. Sometimes he thought that was the cause of his obsession. Some sort of oxygen-deprivation-induced love at first sight. But then he’d see Clark smile and all those feelings would come rushing back again.
Third grade, Mr. Hatch, first crush on a teacher.
Tenth grade, Ms. Bellweather, first teacher he fucked.
Eleventh grade, Ms. Bellweather, first teacher to fuck him.
Lex didn’t remember the first time Lionel complimented him on something. But he’d never forget being eight years old and realizing that half of Lionel’s compliments were actually veiled insults.
Most people would probably be surprised, but Lex’s first threesome that he really wanted had only happened in his head. He’d dreamt many times of Clark and Lana. Together. In his bed. He’d dreamt of all the ways they’d make love, because with both of them it could never be just fucking.
With both of them, sadly, it could never be at all.
Jenny Dawkins kissed Lex during a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven at a birthday party for some boy whose name he never learned. Lex had only been invited to the party because of some business connection between Lionel and the other boy’s father. Age eleven and Lex already felt like he was being whored out.
A first kiss was supposed to be special. A year later he kissed that same birthday boy in the bathroom and it was, even if he still didn’t know his name.
The first time Lex saw a girly magazine he was largely unimpressed. His opinion would never really change on this. His French au pairs were much hotter. And they were right there, sunning nude by the rooftop pool. Porn was for guys who couldn’t get the real thing.
The first time Lex made love to Lana, he was gentle and careful and thinking of Clark the entire time.
Thanks to his father’s money, Lex was clubbing at an incredibly early age. Also thanks to that money (and his slender build and boyish charm), he was getting high in those same clubs. The first time, a stranger had looked him up and down then jerked his head towards the bathroom. Lex had followed with the intention of a blowjob or a quick fuck, whatever the guy was up for. He just needed to get out of his own head for a few minutes.
When they got in there, the guy offered Lex a bump off the side of his hand. He went with it and didn’t really stop for a few years. Coke, X, all manner of designer uppers. It was easy to relax against the bathroom wall while some guy fucked him when he was feeling no pain -- physical or mental.
Lex’s first day of college was lonely.
Jerking off comes naturally to most boys and Lex was no exception. The first time he did it wasn’t particularly memorable or special. It was quick and efficient if a little bit messy. He soon learned to have a couple tissues at hand and it became routine.
When he started looking at boys, though… when he started sucking them off at school… Well jerking off took on a new life. He’d use some lube to make his hand nice and wet. He’d let his fingers tease his balls then slide behind, pressing against that tender spot, then moving down to his ass.
The first time he slid a finger inside himself he began devising a plan for getting something a bit more substantial in there. It didn’t take long to find someone willing.
Lex discovered rimming on his own. He was going down on Gerald Ashton III for the billionth time when he moved his mouth lower, sucking Gerald’s balls as he’d done before, then continuing south. He’d gone down on girls before and knew how much they liked it. And he knew how good it felt to touch his own ass with the tip of a finger, all slick and teasing. So he figured it had to be good. Gerald freaked out, but Lex wasn’t deterred from trying it again with anyone he could.
His peers, on the other hand, weren’t all that keen on reciprocating. Fortunately, Lex’s trig teacher, Ms. Bellweather, didn’t have the same qualms. The first time she slid her tongue into Lex’s ass, he felt like his world was flying apart. It was the best thing ever.
After meeting Clark, Lex dreamt of him often. Clark’s friends and family were sometimes in the dreams too. But one night early on he dreamt of Chloe and only Chloe. She was interviewing him, drilling him with questions about the fertilizer plant and secrets, her eyes boring into him as she held her microphone out. It was the first time in years that he woke up with his pajama pants stuck to him. There wasn’t even sex in the dream.
It’s not uncommon for a child’s first word to be “mamma” and so it was for Lex. It wasn’t until he was almost speaking in sentences, however, that Lillian convinced Lionel to take two weeks of vacation and stay home long enough for Lex to finally learn “dadda”.
Pegging wasn’t something Lex had expected to do in high school, but his trig teacher -- the same one who’d introduced him to rimming -- felt the need to expand a young man’s horizons. To open his eyes. She’d smiled when he said he’d been fucked before and knelt on the bed ass up. He’d smiled when she waved the strap-on in his face and made him suck it first.
Both smiles were replaced by O’s of surprise and pleasure when she slid all the way in with one thrust.
Oliver Queen was the first person for whom Lex simultaneously felt both lust and envy.
Lex had done a lot of things and seen a lot of things before he hit age 20. Fisting was not one of them. It would be a few years later, at a business meeting in Miami, that opportunity would come knocking. He was sitting in the hotel bar enjoying a nice scotch and exchanging glances with a couple across the room. They invited him to join them for a nightcap up in their suite and he accepted.
He’d expected a little double penetration of the woman, maybe a little guy-on-guy action. What he walked into was an orgy already in progress. The first thing to catch his eye was a blonde woman spread out on the sofa with a hot redhead between her legs with her entire hand in the blonde’s pussy. Both women looked at him and smiled. An hour later he was spread out on the sofa with the redhead between his own legs while watching the couple he’d come upstairs with going down on another guy. He wondered which of the two he could get to lay down like this for him first.
The next night he learned that giving was just as good as receiving when Christian helped coax Kimber open for him.
He couldn’t remember the first lie he ever told, but Lex was certain it had been to Lionel. He never lied to his mother. He never lied to the people he loved until they started lying to him. He thought often of those early days with Clark, days he missed with an ache in his heart.
Lex liked cock. Even before he’d touched and tasted someone other than himself, he knew he loved cock. But there was something about pussy that he couldn’t resist. The first time he fucked Victoria when she was bleeding, he’d come deep inside her then slid down between her legs to eat her out. She’d freaked at first, but he held her hips and kept going until she was falling apart beneath him, her body shaking as she gushed blood and come and pussy juice all over his face and he lapped up every last drop.
Lex was nine the first time he imagined ruling the world. He was seventeen the first time he realized it was actually possible.