Dance With Me

Slide. One foot to another, a smooth glide. Hips caught in a shimmy, and arms swaying around a taut upper body. That face. Lit up with a happy, panting grin in a flushed face.

He was dancing.

And it was the most incredible thing Lex had ever seen. Ever. He couldn't have wiped the smirk away for anything. Felt arousal rise up through his legs, spine, to bloom hot and uncontrolled into his chest. Settled thick and coiled in his groin.

Oh! A chuckle rose up and escaped as he saw full lips singing along to the senseless words of the pounding song. He was dancing. And SINGING.

Priceless. Nothing could ever take this moment away from him, and he relished it. Catalogued it.

He pushed through the people on the floor, coming closer and closer to his goal. And the view only got better as that goofy, sexy-as-hell grin flashed his way. Sparkled, like a goddamn toothpaste commercial, and he found himself returning the smile.

Clark Kent, dancing his sweet, precious heart out, started shimmying with more purpose, jerking hips and legs to the side in a slow, mesmerizing seduction that moved him closer and closer with every twist of that exceedingly tight ass.

"Hey, Lex!"

His voice was breathless, slightly slurred, and Lex lowered his eyelids, contemplating bright green eyes that didn't leave his face.

And then, they were gone, as Clark twirled around in a move that could have looked ridiculous, but instead ended up just looking hot. And, then, those eyes were back, and laughing.

Still moving. Constantly moving. Oh God.

Clark reached down, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up against his body. "C'mon, Lex, dance. Dance with me." His voice was a husky tease, and he was lifting Lex's arm in absurd little jerks along with the beat.

He was a half-beat off from the music.

Lex had never been harder in his life.

And he was pressed. Against Clark Kent's denim-clad hip. His ROCKING hip, and every thrust was killing parts of his brilliant Mensa brain. The moan that slipped from his lips was swallowed in the sounds of the music, and yet, Clark's eyes flew to his, knowing.

And, abruptly, the movements shifted. Became rougher, and silkier. Sharper. A slow roll that ended in an abrupt shift sent thudding vibrations through Lex's body. He came against his belly, soaking into the sleek fabric of his pants.

He saw Clark's nostrils flare, scenting him, and shook when a large, satin-soft hand slid into the waistband of his trousers. Dipped into the come that pooled, still heated, on his skin. Slowly, slowly, raised dripping fingers to his rosy-red mouth and sucked them in. Sea-foam green eyes disappeared behind heavy lids as he tasted. Swallowed, and went back for more.

And when there was no more left, that hand just sat in the inside of his still-sticky pants, fingernails lightly scratching super-sensitized skin there. Strong arm winding it's way around his waist, holding him up when numb legs refused to offer support.

Hair shining with several bright colors from the lights flashing overhead as Clark lowered his lips to Lex's neck, drawing skin gently between teeth, grinding down just a little. Just enough to wrench out a strangled groan. Lips worked their way up to his ear, and hot breath screamed along his scalp as Clark whispered.

"I want more."

Drew back, and looked down at him. He looked wild. Ravenous.

"More?" The words were nearly silent, his throat hoarse.

"You have no idea, Lex."

"Why don't you fill me in, Clark?" He managed to huff out in tiny, hitched pants, a shaky grin twisting the sides of his mouth. Oh god. Oh please. Fuck.

"I will." Low, sexy voice whispering a promise on breath that smelled like kahlua and come.

A long, slow scrape across the skin right along his waist. There had to be a little blood. He couldn't NOT watch as Clark moved both hands to his waist, hips shifting in time with the music, a dark smile on a lush mouth. The little circles his body was making weren't hindered in the least, even as Clark bent his knees, going lower until his was nearly brushing those knees on the filthy floor. A fast jerk on the waistband, and a faster swipe of his tongue on the scratch there.

And he was up, and searing hands were digging into his waist, and God. Sharp teeth snipping viciously at a tender earlobe.

"Lex."

Clark was fucking growling.

"You have until the count of three to change your mind, Lex."

"Change my mind?"

Lex Luthor. Alexander Luthor. Incapable of speech? Repeating everything like a child. Impossible. Inconceivable.

"Three."

Clark's eyes were dark, and sparkling, and flashing with every movement. Was that same fucking song still playing? Fuck.

"Two."

Lex felt a moment of panic for a moment. Swallowed it down, and pressed himself up against the twisting body.

He grabbed Clark, wrapped pale hands in black hair and yanked him down, and screamed into his mouth. "One, goddamnit, Clark."

And nothing that had happened before had prepared him for Clark lifting him like he weighed nothing, wrapping his legs tight around his waist, and walking swiftly past dozens of bodies, through a thin, nearly transparent curtain into a cheaply lit room. He found himself unable to take in a full breath, gulping in small, gasping puffs of air until he felt his back slammed against a mirror that lined the back wall.

His legs slid down, sturdy as water, and he saw, as much as felt, Clark's enormous hand press against his chest, keeping him trapped upright between the hard wall and the harder body. He watched as Clark's free hand took a firm hold of his own fly and, with a quick twist, ripped it open.

Gasped. Shock and awe. Could only stare as Clark pulled out an extremely well endowed cock, thick and dark with blood, that seemed to have the wavering air around it Lex was used to seeing on the road on blistering hot days. A dark enigma, Clark took it firmly in his hand and rubbed the thick, shining head over the line of skin displayed above the line of Lex's pants. Silky soft flesh against the delicate, sensitized skin there, and Lex's eyes followed the damp, sticky trail that followed that perfect cock as Clark rubbed it all over Lex’s stomach.

"What do you want me to do, Lex? What do you want me to do with this?"

He didn't even need to stop and think. "Fuck me."

A slow, wide smile. Flashing, startlingly white teeth. Pleased, and confident, and lashes lowered over dark, dilated eyes.

"I can do that." Smoky. Deep. Clark. Unbe-fucking-lievable. "But first," Lex's eyes snapped into wary attention, brows raising infinitesimally at Clark's amused tone, "show me how much you want me inside you."

Lex was at a loss for words as Clark's hand pulled back, away from his chest, leaving a burning twitch on the skin there. Watched as he lowered his pants, moved to the wall and braced his arms on the mirror, high over his head. Smiled at him, wide and candy-sweet, and Lex saw his own amazed, raw, and open face in the reflection of the mirror.

"Fuck me first. Lex."

Nerves pulled taut like wires, and Lex reached out. Grabbed a rock-hard shoulder and dug his fingers in. Wrenched and pulled, until he shoved Clark around, face first onto the mirror. He couldn't stop the fingers that trailed from the nape of Clark's neck, pulling at silky, black strands, and scored down that lovely spine, miles of golden skin, to the tightest ass he'd ever seen.

His hands parted him, looking down at the shadowy cleft, and a ragged sigh shuddered out of his lips just as he lowered his mouth to a silken shoulder blade. Scraped over an edge with his teeth, and smiled through a sweaty haze at the rough groan from Clark's pretty mouth. Fog was steaming up the mirror around that mouth, and Lex raised one hand up to that head, dug fingers into raw silk and pushed.

"I can't see your mouth. Fix it.”

Lex saw the grin on the side of his face, and moaned as a dark pink tongue appeared, licking wide swipes over the mirror. A hand squeaked down the mirror to smear the wet stripe, and moved back up, just inches above his head. Lex released the hair reluctantly, and moved his palm to Clark’s mouth. Closed his eyes as that hot, hot tongue drenched the inside of his hand.

He shoved three fingers into that mouth, fucking them in and out fast, fingernails scraping over tongue. He tore them out, hissing as teeth hinted across his knuckles. Positioned a damp finger outside Clark’s hole, rubbing around the edge in a tiny circle.

“Clark...”

“Lex, fuck,” Clark rasped, pushing back against his trembling hand, “Fucking get inside me.”

Wires snapped inside him, and he shoved two fingers in, slapping a hand down across Clark’s collarbone as his head fell back, arching his neck.

“Leeex, yes.”

Impossibly tight, smooth, and inviting. Lex fell down on his knees, feeling the jar of it in his bones. Watched his fingers slide in all the way, and leaned forward, sliding his face against Clark’s ass. Inhaled sweet, sweaty Clark, and moaned. Took his fingers out, ignoring Clark’s breathless whine, and replaced them with his tongue. Slid in like butter, and devoured. Lex grabbed Clark’s hips and pulled back, digging his face into that perfect ass.

“Oh...oh, Lex.” A whistle in Clark’s breath, and he was banging his forehead against the mirror. Agonized little growls falling from his lips.

And, god, the flavor. Unreal. Lex couldn’t get enough. Drew his tongue out, traced a line down to full, firm balls. Sucked one into his mouth, and hummed. Felt the violent shake that ripped through Clark’s body. Sat back, needy and impatient, and yanked at Clark’s waist, dragged him down the mirror, loud and messy.

“Turn around. I need your eyes.” Lex wasn’t even sure he spoke out loud until Clark twisted around, dragging a heavy leg over Lex’s body to rest on his side. Lex reached around a beautifully muscled thigh to shove sticky fingers back in that clenching hole, and twisted. Searched, and found, with a cry of triumph, as Clark’s face opened in shock. Whimpered. His cock throbbed forward with a surge of pre-come, and Lex grabbed a hold of it, pumping hard. Ran his thumb over that large, petal-soft head and delved into his slit.

Watched those brilliant eyes go completely black, no trace of green, and cried out into the roar of the music still pounding around them. Gathered up the creamy drops and coated his aching cock with them. Moved his twitching hand, and positioned himself below that pulsing entrance. Felt the heat radiating from that core, and groaned. Groaned, and screamed as he slid in to his balls into unbelievable heat.

Clark gripped him. His body was pulsing around him, playing him. Milking him, and his ground up into it. Raised messy hands to grip hair, to caress that stunning face. The look on Clark’s face moved him. Flushed bright red, lips swollen and dark, eyes squeezed tight. His hair was tangled around his forehead, his neck, and he’d never seen anything more incredible.

His body rocked forward, hard and fast, meeting Clark’s ass as it rammed back against him. He felt the floor tugging at the skin of his ass, his legs...bruising him, and he couldn’t care less. Only Clark mattered, and fuck, his ass was made for him. Created for the sole purpose of Lex Luthor fucking it until they both died, and Lex only moved harder, trying to burrow completely inside him. Didn’t ever want to stop, to leave.

Grunting moans escaped, and Lex pulled Clark down to him, sucked his breath in, and thrust into the open, silently screaming mouth in time with the thrusts into Clark’s perfectly welcoming ass. Every thrust met with a perfect, tight squeeze, and he felt burning heat race through his spine, into his sac, and he felt the tightness before he pulled his face back.

“Clark.”

And Clark’s eyes burst open, mouth dripping onto his, and he screamed, never taking his eyes off of Clark’s. Came like lightning, and felt darkness fall over his eyes, tiny pinpoints of light dancing across his vision. Distantly felt his ass settle down against the floor, and purred, pleased, when Clark moved to lay down on his body, blanketing him.

“Clark,” Lex managed, his voice broken and ravaged, “are you going to tell me what brought this about?”

Soft chuckle against his neck, and Lex felt a shiver run down his sweat-cooled body. He raised an eyebrow, and ran a fingernail down the golden skin of Clark’s inner arm.

“Well?”

“Later.”

“Why not now?” Lex muttered, curious, and slightly dazed as Clark started mouthing open-mouthed kisses against his throat.

That head rose off his chest, shaggy dark curls pushed aside by a lazy hand. Pretty, pretty face, and Clark was grinning at him.

“My turn.”

Lex swallowed, hard. And shrugged, the move sending happy twinges throughout his body. “Fair enough. Dance with me, Clark.”


~~~I hope you liked this! I had a LOT of fun writing it. Please let me know what you thought. (and thank you so much to every one who has already reviewed one of my stories. You ROCK!)
~Morgan