It Started in the Kitchen

Teeth were nipping sharply at his upper lip, toying with the thin, smooth skin of his scar.

Lex's ass slid on the smooth surface, and he felt the leg of his light wool trousers catch on the edge of the counter. He pulled his feet up and wrapped them around the back of Clark's thighs. Forced him closer.

Panting heavily into Clark's wet, open mouth, Lex wedged a hand between them, digging sharply manicured fingernails into the skin exposed at Clark's collar.

"We should...take this somewhere else, Clark."

Clark pulled back, his mouth shining and swollen in the bright, open light of the kitchen. A soft pink tongue stole out to swipe over those sweet lips, and Lex moaned and leaned in to follow the movement with his mouth.

Against his mouth, Clark laughed softly. "You really think this is going to get us moved anywhere?"

Reluctantly, Lex scooted back on the counter, and pushed Clark away with the tip of one shining black shoe. Waiting until Clark had stepped farther back, Lex slid forward and jumped down from the counter with a silent huff.

Hooking his hand deep into the front of Clark's pants, he tugged him towards him, pulling him along as he moved towards the hallway. "Where is everyone?"

He heard Clark chuckle and looked back over his shoulder to see Clark grinning widely.

"You gonna run my mom off like you did-"

Lex cleared his throat and moved his fingers down, wiggling them against the flesh that was straining against worn cotton briefs. "If there's a need to." Stepping up to the first open door, Lex stepped inside and yanked hard, pulling Clark into the tiny bathroom. Slamming the door with a rough hand, he pushed Clark against the still-vibrating door and slid up against him. Ground into him. "I don't care if you're ready anymore, Clark. I don't care about anybody seeing this, or being upset about it. I'm Lex Luthor. I've tried to hold that back for you, but I'm done. I want you, and I'm going to have you. Right fucking now."

Clark's eyes widened and the color dropped from his face. "O-okay."

Frayed, nearly white denim shredded beneath his furious fingers as he tore at Clark's zipper. He heard the frantic gasps and looked up into green eyes that had flared with nerves and excitement. Without looking down, he ripped the fabric wide and shoved it down warm, strongly muscled legs.

Clark heaved himself forward, pushing Lex back into the tiny shower, and they both tripped together, falling hard against the tiles. Lex's breath ripped out of him in a whoosh, and he managed to smirk around his fight for air as Clark's arms shot out to rest on either side of his head. A warm hand moved across the tiles, and crept across Lex's shoulder to grasp the crisp white collar of his shirt. Lex braced his feet on the slippery floor of the shower and inched up against the wall. Clark's other hand moved onto the opposite side of his shirt, and large hands pulled away from one another, sending a spray of pearl buttons across the bathroom.

Lex jerked, slightly surprised at the force, and felt his elbow hit something hard. He looked up at a low rumbling noise, and flinched as icy water sprayed out of the ancient shower head.

Clark's fingers moved over to the knob Lex's elbow had turned, and twisted it. The water warmed slowly, and Lex felt his shivers lessening as he looked into Clark's face. Clark's eyes were on his face, intense and steady.

He looked down through crystal drops that lay heavy on his eyelashes and watched as Clark pulled the shirt off of his body, dropping it with a wet plop onto the floor outside the shower. The water was trailing down gold skin, beading on coppery nipples. Pooling in a sweet little belly button. Wet, darkened denim was twisted around Clark's ankles, and the threadbare briefs enclosing his cock were transparent and clinging.

Lex's fingers moved forward, scraped across slick skin and reached the elastic band of Clark's briefs.

Vaguely, he heard the music shift again, and tilted his head to the side as the strains of Rod Stewart played through the house. Laughing, he pulled down on the soaked fabric, and sighed as Clark sprang up, dark and dripping.

His hands closed over Clark's hips and he pushed him back against the side of the shower. Falling down to his knees, he looked up at Clark with an arched eyebrow and laughing blue eyes.

"Some guys really do have all the luck?" Clark said sheepishly with a cockeyed smile.

Dark hair was plastered against Clark's forehead, and his eyes were dark and shining in the bright overhead lights. Water was pouring across his perfect body, and he was giggling.

So sweet.

Lex leaned forward, shaking his head, and clasped a hand around the engorged erection in front of him. Held it firm in his grip and watched for a moment as streams of water washed over his wrist, down his arm.

Opening his mouth wide, he moved in and closed over Clark. Swallowed water and hot gushes of pre-come, and hummed along with the song.

He looked up into Clark's face. Pretty, pretty face was open and turned into the water. Wide, thick lips were dripping as water gushed out of his mouth, down his chin and neck. A low moan was blanketed in a gurgle and Clark wrenched his head to the side, crying softly and sending a spray of water down across Lex's face.

Lex grinned and sucked harder.