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.
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Lex had the feeling Clark was fighting to hold himself back, to control himself, but slowly losing the battle. Clark lowered his head, pressing his face into Lex's neck, and then his mouth was pressed eagerly against the sensitive skin of Lex's throat, exploring, and Lex moaned. Clark shoved at Lex's open shirt with clumsy haste, and Lex took the hint, shrugging it off and tossing it to the floor.
And then Clark was kissing his bare chest all over, his mouth hot and eager and startlingly talented, as if he'd done this before, as if he'd made love to dozens of other men. At the thought, a hot spike of jealousy shot through Lex's chest, but he pushed it back, remembering Clark's awkward, stumbling words: I don't know-- I mean, I haven't ever-- I'm not quite sure how...
He would bet his life on the fact that Clark was telling the truth, and had never made love to another man.
Clark simply had a lot of natural talent.
Clark's big, powerful hand continued to work Lex's erection, and Lex shuddered, because he was so turned on he was about to come in his slacks, and that wasn't the way he wanted it to happen, their first time. "Clark," he whispered harshly, strugging to speak. "Clark-- I can't-- you have to-- you have to stop--"
Clark seemed to get the gist of his stammered words, because his hand slowed. It still felt impossibly good, and Lex gave a long sigh of pleasure. He lifted his own hands and started unbuttoning Clark's shirt. He'd waited a long time for this, and he intended to take full advantage of the situation. He damn well wanted to see Clark naked.
He pushed off the shirt-- the ubiquitous flannel plaid-- and discovered a t-shirt underneath, as expected. Clark was so damn predictable about his wardrobe. Lex grasped the blue t-shirt by its hem and drew it up, over Clark's head, and threw it aside.
He paused, staring up at Clark's bare chest, and Clark blushed visibly.
"Uh," he mumbled. "Um, Lex, I don't, I mean..."
"It's all right, Clark." Lex lifted a hand, letting his fingers trail down Clark's bare back, feeling the silken skin that overlay the heavy muscles. "I just want to look."
"Yeah," Clark muttered, his hungry gaze fixed on Lex's chest, his cheeks flaming more than before. "Me too."
Lex couldn't help smiling at Clark's clear embarrassment. The young man was so naive, so repressed. And not surprisingly, since the poor kid had been brought up by Jonathan Kent. Jonathan had a lot of good qualities, but being openminded about anything that didn't fit his traditional, Midwestern, heterosexual worldview was beyond him.
Clark had clearly internalized some of his father's worldview, because he looked terribly torn. On the one hand, he obviously wanted Lex, but it was also perfectly obvious that he was dismayed by the strength of his desire for another man.
"It's all right," Lex said gently. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Clark. It's okay to look. It's even okay to touch."
Clark shut his eyes for a long moment, as if struggling against some inner conflict. And then his long eyelashes fluttered open, and he lifted his head and looked straight into Lex's eyes. A little smile that Lex would have characterized as flirtatious on anyone else curved his mouth.
"What about kissing?" he said softly. "Is that okay too?"
Clark smiled more widely, and his blush faded. Lex could see the embarrassment and the uncertainty falling away from him, as if Clark had finally made the decision to embrace what he wanted, what he was, rather than what his father would have wanted him to be.
Clark lowered his head and met Lex's mouth with his own, while his hands roamed over Lex's body, and this time there was no hint of hesitation in his caresses. He felt as if he'd finally accepted what he wanted.
And what he wanted was apparently Lex.
Thank God for that.
Lex wrapped his arms around the other man, gratitude and joy blossoming deep inside his chest. He'd wanted Clark for such a long time, and now, at long last, Clark was here in his arms.
Lex had no intention of ever letting go again.
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