Season 4, "Onyx"
Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
Based on a prompt by tariel22.
The kiss continued, a blissful blur of sensation. The two of them stumbled blindly toward the nearest table, not letting go of each other, clinging to each other with a strange kind of desperation. Clark reached down with one hand and swept the table free of debris, and then he was shoving Lex down and leaning over him.
Ordinarily Lex liked to be in charge of his sexual encounters, but somehow this was different. He wasn't trying to establish himself as the alpha here, the way he usually did, and neither was Clark, not really. It wasn't so much Clark telling him what to do as the two of them yielding to each other.
The two of them giving in to something that had suddenly become irresistible.
Clark's mouth slid down, brushing kisses across Lex's throat, and his big hands slipped over Lex's body, exploring, learning. Lex could feel the hesitation, the uncertainty, in his caresses.
He encouraged Clark wordlessly, letting his own hands slip up under Clark's shirt, finding the smooth, heated skin of his back, the powerful muscles. Clark jolted, and his head arched back, his eyelashes fluttering shut.
"I've wanted to touch you like this for a long time," Lex said softly.
Clark's body moved against his, grinding into him in a very sexual way. He wondered if that was a consciously seductive move on Clark's part, or just an instinctive reaction to being touched.
"Me too," Clark answered breathlessly. "But I don't know-- I mean, I haven't ever--"
"You've never been with a guy."
"No," Clark admitted softly. "I haven't. And I'm not quite sure how..."
"Don't worry about it," Lex whispered. "It's not that complicated."
In fact, he had the feeling that being with Clark would be incredibly easy, incredibly natural. Now that things had been straightened out between them, now that Clark was no longer regarding him with suspicious and mistrust... this was going to be incredible.
He moved beneath Clark, pressing up deliberately against him. He could feel Clark's hard-on, an unmistakable bulge in his jeans, and the knowledge that he'd turned Clark on that much made another bolt of heat shoot through him.
Clark whimpered at the intimate contact of their bodies, and then he was kissing Lex again, showering kisses over his throat and his shoulders. His fingers fumbled at the buttons of Lex's shirt, unbuttoning it hastily, and then he shoved it open, and his mouth pressed hungrily against Lex's chest.
Lex moaned as Clark's lips brushed over his nipple, and his hands dug into the thick, dark depths of Clark's hair again.
Clark's hands were all over Lex's bare skin, stroking over his ribs, his abdomen. And then lower. His fingers trailed down and brushed over the front of Lex's slacks, lightly caressing his swollen erection...
And then he jerked his hand away like he'd been burned and lifted his head, his eyes wide.
Lex almost laughed at the comical look of shock on Clark's face. The younger man's cheeks flamed scarlet. He looked embarrassed and startled and turned on, all at once.
"It's okay," Lex whispered, somehow managing to keep his voice serious. "You can touch me there."
Hesitantly, Clark's hand moved back in that direction. He lowered his mouth to Lex's chest again, and his fingers traced over Lex's cock, very lightly. Lex bit down fiercely on his lip to prevent a wail of pleasure from escaping. He didn't want to scare Clark or freak him out. He managed to hold his reaction to a low moan.
"You like that?" Clark murmured against his chest.
"Yes, Clark. I definitely like that."
Clark's fingers stroked him with a little more confidence, and Lex ground his teeth together as his hips jerked convulsively, pressing his erection up against Clark's warm palm.
God. He'd dreamed of this. So many times, in the lonely ebony nights, he'd dreamed. He'd dreamed of Clark.
And now Clark was in his arms, solid and warm and very, very real.
Read Chapter 3 here.