Rating: Adult. If you're under eighteen, please go elsewhere now.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to me.
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Lex was naked beneath the sheets, and he felt just as warm and sexy as Clark had imagined. Clark ran a hand over him, letting himself indulge in the simple act of touching his lover. Even relaxed in sleep, Lex's muscles were taut under his satin skin.
Lex stirred and muttered, and Clark put a hand over his mouth.
"Shhhh," he whispered, very softly.
He felt Lex give a sudden jerk, and knew that he'd awakened. He tightened his arm around the other man, afraid that Lex might think he was an intruder and respond with his martial arts instincts, striking out and hurting himself on Clark's invulnerable body in the process.
"It's all right," he murmured. "It's me. Clark."
Slowly, Lex relaxed in his arms, and Clark pulled his hand away from the other man's mouth. Lex rolled over and gazed at him. In the near-darkness his pupils looked enormous.
"Clark," he said softly. "What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't help it." Clark gave him his saddest eyes, the expression that had saved him from grounding more than a few times, or gotten him out of trouble when he'd forgotten to turn in term papers. His mom liked to claim that sad puppydog eyes were one of his superpowers. "I couldn't live without you a second longer, Lex."
Lex's mouth slanted wryly. "I know what you mean," he answered, still very softly. "I've missed you, too. But Clark, if anyone's hanging around the grounds..."
"They're not. No one but security. I checked."
Lex sighed. "All right, Clark, but we have to be very quiet..."
"I can be quiet," Clark assured him.
"Of course you can." Lex's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Look, Clark, I'm serious. I have reason to believe that at least one person on my security staff is feeding information to the press. So keep it quiet, all right?"
Clark nodded. He lowered his mouth to Lex's, but pulled back, and looked suspiciously around the room. "Hang on, Lex. Don't you have security cameras all over the mansion?"
"The one in my room is kept turned off unless there's an alert of some kind. I like my privacy."
Clark looked around. In the gloom he could barely see the security camera hanging in the corner of the room. But there was no light on to show that it was operational. He nodded.
"Okay, then," he said softly, and bent to kiss Lex.
Their first kiss was sweet, the kiss of two lovers reunited. But then Lex's lips opened beneath his, and Clark delved into his mouth, caressing with his tongue, a careful, gentle exploration that slowly picked up in intensity until it was the next closest thing to sex.
Lex's hands were all over him, stroking the skin of his back and shoulders and ass, making him shiver, making him gasp. Little noises of pleasure rose up in his throat, and Lex shushed him more than once. Lex touched him like a pianist, artistically drawing pleasure from him, knowing exactly which keys to press to stimulate him.
Clark's own hands caressed Lex with a little less expertise. His hands were those of a farmer, and his own approach was blunter and less subtle. He just touched Lex everywhere. But Lex didn't seem to mind.
Before long they were wrapped around each other, legs and arms tangling together. Clark pressed his erection up against Lex's inner thigh and rubbed, moaning just a little. Lex shushed him again, but Clark couldn't be quiet. This was what he'd wanted for days, what he'd dreamed of...
And then Lex reached over and pulled lube from the drawer next to his bed, and began stroking it over Clark's cock, and Clark had to grind his teeth together to hold back a cry of pleasure.
Lex teased him, stroking his swollen flesh up and down, teasing his balls, caressing the sensitive head, until Clark knew nothing except the overwhelming pleasure. He was vaguely aware he'd given up the fight for silence, that he was moaning and sobbing Lex's name, but right now he just didn't care.
This was what he needed. Lex, touching him, stroking him. Loving him.
At last, Lex released him, and Clark caught him by the shoulders, pressing him back against the sheets. His instincts clamored for him to fuck Lex, but he knew his lover wasn't ready. So he grabbed the lube, squirted some onto his hand, and began to slowly caress Lex's most intimate flesh. Lex sighed beneath him, and as Clark's finger began to slide inside him, his voice lifted in a moan despite his earlier request for silence.
Clark explored him. This was something that before he and Lex became lovers, he'd never imagined he'd get off on. But Lex was so hot and so tight, and he so clearly enjoyed it, that Clark found it exciting as hell. He added a second finger, thrusting carefully but firmly, until Lex was sobbing, breathless with pleasure.
And then, knowing they were both ready, he withdrew his hand, positioned himself, and thrust deeply into Lex's body.
The two of them moaned as one. Lex's legs wrapped around Clark's hips, his arms twined around his shoulders, and their mouths met in a long, desperate kiss as their hips began to move in eager jerks.
Clark sobbed into Lex's mouth, struggling for control and not finding it. It had been three days, three painfully long days, and he needed Lex so badly, needed to find release in his beautiful pale body...
And apparently Lex needed to find release, too. Almost instantly, he shuddered beneath Clark, and then his cock jerked, and he gave a long, strangled cry as his come spurted all over their abdomens.
Clark sobbed with relief and let himself go, let himself thrust hard and fast, surrendering to the violent storm of orgasm. His cock pulsed and his body shook, and he wailed aloud.
Neither of them noticed the little red light glowing in the corner.
The video hit the internet by eight the next morning. By noon, it had already had a million hits.
Clark stared at the grainy, greenish images of himself and Lex on the screen of Chloe Sullivan's laptop, and felt sick. Thank God his parents were out for the day, because he just couldn't cope with them right now. He needed some time to come to grips with this by himself, without his parents lecturing him. I told you so's wouldn't help his mental state right now.
"Look," Chloe said, very gently, "I hated to show you this, but I figured you needed to know..."
"Yeah." He swallowed back the nausea, and nodded. "I guess I do. Thanks."
"Clark... listen... the sharks are circling, worse than ever. Getting through the paparazzi out there on your driveway was like getting past a pack of rabid Rottweilers."
He was seated on the couch in his living room, the laptop in front of him. He looked at the grainy figures on the screen again, seeing his private life, his private love, on display for everyone to see, as if his love affair with Lex was a cheap porn movie. Anger and frustration and anguish battled in his chest.
"I hate this, Chloe," he said, very softly. "I don't want to be a celebrity, and I don't want my private life plastered all over every front page, all over the internet. All I ever wanted... was Lex."
She sighed, and patted his shoulder. "Unfortunately, being with Lex pretty much guaranteed you'd be a celebrity, sooner or later."
She reached down and stopped the video, freezing the image of himself and Lex in a passionate embrace. His chest ached at the sight of that personal, intimate moment, posted where millions of people could watch it. It was a violation of the worst kind.
"Chloe," he said, very softly. "What am I going to do?"
She sat down next to him on the couch, and smiled sadly.
"I hate to suggest this," she said, "but maybe the best thing would be for you and Lex to go away together until the furor dies down a little."
He thought about leaving Smallville, the town where he'd grown up, and his chest ached more than before. His quiet, peaceful home...
But Smallville was no longer quiet, nor peaceful, and it was clear he wouldn't be allowed to have a normal life here. At least not for now.
He nodded, accepting the inevitability of it.
"I think that's a good idea," he said.
Read Chapter 4 here.