A Helping Hand

'What's up?!' Alexander Joseph Luthor stood, silent, stunned into abject shock for several moments. Watched...as his former boarding-school rival rocked his hips against those of the only person he'd ever been in love with. Was STILL in love with.

"What's up, Clark?" Lex finally found his voice, and forced out a calm voice. "I think, perhaps, it's me who should be asking you that question."

Oliver chuckled, smirking at Lex, "I would think that would be fairly obvious, Lex." His laugh deepened at the hiss that escaped the lips of his rival. Deliberately, he ran a hand slowly up Clark's chest, running a finger under the edge of the jacket. Scraped a fingernail across a hardening nipple. Mouthed a wet kiss onto Clark's all-too tempting collarbone.

Shivering, Clark watched Lex's eyes. He felt a slice of pain, bright and sudden, lance through his chest at the pain he saw there. And started to lean back.

Feeling the withdrawal, Oliver gripped Clark's ass with both hands and squeezed tightly. And, leaning close into Clark's beautiful face, licking those full lips, he said what he knew would drive Lex to madness. "Mine."

Lex saw the surprise light up those amazing, stunning, hills-of-Ireland green eyes, and could not stop himself from stepping forward. Found himself helpless to prevent the hand that reached out and gripped Clark's wrist. Was stunned to hear the raspy, nearly unintelligible voice that flowed from his mouth. "Never."

Both sets of eyes swung his way, one brown and narrowed with pleasure and arrogance. The other, familiar as his own, were stunned and wide...hopeful...

"Lex?"

Clark saw Lex visibly stamp out the emotion flaring in his eyes, hand fisted tight around his wrist...burning a handprint permanently into his flesh. His heart.

"Aww, Lex, that's sweet. But, how about you get your hand off of my-"

Lex didn't let Oliver finish. He dropped Clark's hand, to clench it, swing it around in a hard snap against Oliver's smirking face.

The smirk stayed.

"Ooh ooh, Lex. Careful, now. One would start to get the idea that you were upset about something." Oliver rubbed a hand against his smooth jaw, soothing the redness starting to show there.

"Ollie."

Lex spun back to Clark's quiet reprimand. "Ollie? That's cute, Clark." Deep, dark voice laced with an edge of hysteria...cut sharply into Clark's senses, leaving him shaking. "What's this all about, Clark? Why are you here, with him? Allowing HIM to TOUCH you!?"

Clark's spine stiffened, and he straightened his shoulders resolutely. "Why does it matter, Lex? I'll allow anyone I want to touch me." Stumbled on, even as he saw a dangerous glint stab into Lex's gun-metal gray eyes. "I like Ollie. We're friends, and if I want to-"

"Did you fuck him? Did you let him fuck you, Clark?" Lex stepped into Clark, wrenching his hands into the black cloth of his shirt, ripping the neckline. "Did you?"

Golden skinned arms rose to have inhumanely strong hands circle Lex's, gentle and slow. "Why does it matter?" He repeated.

Snarling, Lex pulled Clark's face down, biting his swollen lip sharply. "Clark-"

As Lex pulled back, the taller man's lip sliding out from between his teeth, a moan rippled out from his mouth, low and tight.

"God, Lex." Clark murmured, a broken sigh stuttering out. "Why?"

Lex reached up, stabbed his hands into downy, black hair, dug his nails into that scalp, and pulled that head down to one side. Leaned in, and sank his teeth into that long stretch of inviting throat. Couldn't think through the stunning rush of feeling.

"Why what, Clark?" Said harshly, in pants, against dewy skin.

"Why didn't you do this before?" Gray eyes snapped up to shining green. "I've wanted this forever."

Shock, fury, primal fucking need, love...raged inside him, and he growled, pulling that fucking amazing mouth down to his, latching on and just devoured. Taste flooded through him, shocking him, coursing down to his cock, and he let go of Clark's head to grasp those beautiful hips and slam them against his own. Took the opportunity to grind his crotch hard into Clark. Screamed into Clark's mouth as he felt a pulse of scalding pre-cum gush into his three-thousand dollar pants. And couldn't hold back a shaky, relieved laugh when he felt Clark shiver, and rub his (Jesus fucking CHRIST...HUGE!) erection back up against him.

"You're going to get it, Clark." He promised, words falling wetly into Clark's mouth. "I'm going to fuck you so hard...until you can't even stand, think, move. And you're going to take it. You're going to take it all, and you're going to know." He swallowed Clark's moan, and held back one of his own as his cock grew even harder. "You're going to know that you're mine. MINE. Now, and always."

"God."

"No, Clark. Not even his. Mine. Say it."

"Lex, yours." Clark fell back onto the desk, feeling the glass strain against his back, and not caring. Let himself float a little when Lex climbed on top of him, felt the glass start to crack.

Neither man noticed the tall, blonde man slide back, situating himself comfortably into a leather chair in the shadowy corner. Didn't see him grin, eyes sparkling, aroused and slightly envious. Didn't see the hand that stole down into his lap to palm himself, content to watch the sexy-as-fucking-hell 'Clark and Lex' show unfolding before him...and step in, should it be necessary.

~~~ Well, I should have another chapter out soon, and I really hope you're liking this. I promise, the next chapter will have 'the sex'. lol. I just like making you wait. :-P
~Morgan