Similis

"I can't understand what's keeping them?" Martha frowned, refilling the cup and setting the pot back on the warming pad. "They were only supposed to be picking up the tools and walking back here with the tool box. Jonathan's been back indoors for so long that he's nearly ready for us to go out."



"It's okay Mrs Kent, you go ahead and have a good time." Lex smiled, accepting the seat and the offer of a cup of coffee along with it. "I could wait for them outside if you prefer?"



"Of course not." Martha smiled. "You are perfectly welcome to wait in here, Lex, and I'm sure that both boys will be thrilled to see you. Clark was saying only last night that he felt bad because he hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately."



As Martha pottered around in the kitchen area tidying away the remains of that evening's supper, Lex sipped his coffee and simply absorbed the whole family atmosphere. This was nothing like being in the Castle. Thank heavens…



"Oh, finally!" He heard Clark's mother say from over by the sink. "I see them. I hope they don't need anything? Jonathan and I won't be back until late."



"I'll go out and meet them." Lex decided. "They weren't expecting me. This was only a spur of the moment thought, of course if I can get them to hurry up a bit, we might still catch the beginning of the film?"



"Okay, Lex. Well, if I don't see you again before we leave, have a nice evening."



"Thanks Mrs Kent." Lex said politely, making sure to put his cup on the counter by the sink so that Martha didn't have to run around after him. Stepping outside, he could hear someone laughing. Of course, it had to be Clark, but for a second Lex nearly didn’t recognise his friend, Clark sounded so carefree…



"Haze!" Clark's voice drifted across the intervening space. "This would be so much easier if you would stop that!" Whatever he was talking about, it didn't seem to be bothering Clark that much, as he was still chuckling.







Lex strode over the packed dirt of the yard until he could see the approaching pair, and leaned unobtrusively on the wall of the barn while he waited for them to catch up to him. Behind him he heard the sound of Jonathan's truck tyres grinding off along the stones. Boy those two were eager to be away!



Lex returned his attention to the younger residents of the farm. Clark was dodging playful swats from Haze, while dangling an old metal toolbox from one hand.



Haze was unburdened, and evidently enjoying himself greatly by tormenting his brother with whatever came to hand. Every so often he would snatch off the seed head of the ever-present rye grass that grew right alongside the fence, and aim a choice dart at the back of Clark's neck.



Clark would then giggle, and fidget, until the dart either dislodged or stuck fast, at which point Haze would repeat the process.



Finally, with Clark's shirt beginning to resemble a red and green hedgehog, the barrage stopped.



Or maybe it was just because Haze ran out of ammo? Lex made no effort to suppress the wide smile that seeing the two of them so happy gave him.



Haze must have noticed him standing there, as he gave Lex a devilish grin and tugged on the sleeve of Clark's shirt.



"No!" Clark protested happily. "No, cut it out! We really are meant to be getting these tools put away."



Nodding, Haze signed something.



"Lex!" Clark looked around and saw him for the first time. "Hi! When did you get here?"



"Oh, I've only been here for a little while. Your parents just left." Lex assured him. "Hi Haze, how are you?"



"Haze says he's fine, and thanks for asking." Clark relayed, only half-watching the near blur of Haze's hands before he wandered into the barn. Putting the toolbox back, he tucked a few items away in separate drawers.



"You're welcome, Haze, but you don’t need to worry so much about translating for me, Clark, I'm getting better at it," Lex admitted, "It'll be a long time before I'm anywhere near as good as you though, even though you're a really great teacher." He enjoyed the small smile of pride that appeared on Clark's face at the compliment.



"Thanks! Uh-oh!" Ducking, Clark was just in time to avoid another of the grass darts. Haze had evidently taken advantage of the distraction to nip outside and re-arm.







"Right, you! Now my hands are free, it's payback time!" Clark warned, and launching himself at Haze, he wrestled him down on the hay-strewn floor. "You are lucky that I am such a nice guy!" He laughed, "But it's definitely your turn for some treatment!" Pinning Haze by sitting on his stomach, he began to tickle his 'twin'.



Haze wriggled and somehow got hold of a massive handful of loose hay. Dusting Clark with it, he bucked, dislodging his passenger and elegantly exchanging their positions.



It was quickly obvious that Clark was quite desperately ticklish, as he began to shriek for mercy almost before Haze's fingers made contact. "Lex! Help!" He pleaded.



"Oh, I don't think I ought to interfere." Lex grinned. "After all, you and your brother have to learn to work these things out for yourselves…"



Clark said a very naughty word, causing Lex to laugh.



"Clark, that really isn't going to persuade me to intervene on your behalf." He reminded his friend.



"Then I'm …going … to have to … cheat!" Clark decided breathlessly.



With an energetic twist, Clark rolled, spilling Haze off him. Even though Haze shifted rapidly Clark was obviously anticipating something like that, as he performed a very effective scissors movement with his legs and took Haze back down with him. "Gotcha!" He smirked. "Now, the question is, Hazy-baby, seeing as I have you completely at my mercy, what should I do to you?"







Very smoothly, Clark blocked every attempt Haze made to regain his freedom. "Oh, you are so gonna get it." He laughed. "I'm not even sure if I am going to let you live, after that…"



Shaking his head, Haze certainly didn't seem all that concerned, glancing at Lex he gave him a look that eloquently asked 'should I?'



Lex chuckled. "All is fair in Love and War, as they say…" He offered. "And Clark did threaten you with certain doom."



Haze obviously decided that Lex's advice was sound, and sat up so rapidly that Clark was nearly unseated, however Clark's reflexes were too good and he was back in control before Haze could get clear.



Locking one hand around both of Haze's wrists, he gave him a wild grin. "I am so going to get you, Haze. You are very definitely mine now." He threatened happily.



Lex wondered if Clark was even thinking when he had said that, but from the unconcerned way in which Clark was listing what he was going to do, his beautiful farm boy was not aware of the deeper connotations of that particular phrase.



Either that or he's stopped blushing at every damn thing? Nah, like that will ever happen! Lex permitted himself a small smirk as he assessed the situation.



For someone who was being held captive, Haze had a very dangerous glint in his eyes now and, even though he was supposedly in the weaker position, there was something utterly delicious about the way he was looking at Clark.



A shiver of anticipation rippled across Lex's skin as he watched Haze's eyes flicker over Clark in a decidedly predatory fashion.



Oh boy! I hope Clark knows what he's getting himself into? Lex allowed himself a smirk of amusement.







Evidently Clark didn't, as the muscular farm boy continued to run down a huge list of the potential torments that he was considering inflicting on Haze.



Grabbing the element of surprise and taking full advantage of Clark's reluctance to apply his full strength, Haze rocked up from his prone position, latching his knees around Clark's shoulders before his 'twin' could react, and yanking the other youth backward.



The combination move startled Clark, leaving him momentarily vulnerable and allowing Haze to hastily turn the tables on him.



As Clark was pushed down onto his back and into the dirt, he automatically let go his hold of Haze's wrists and slapped both hands back into the floor behind him to cushion the impact, and because he had originally been pinning Haze down by sitting on the other boy's thighs, his groin was now pressed tight against Haze's firm underbelly.



Clark felt a wave of heat flood his face at the unexpected intimacy, which was only made more intense by the certain knowledge that Lex was right there and missing none of this.



Haze was now leaning in close over Clark's chest, and before Clark could so much as grumble, Haze blew a loud raspberry over the buttons in the dead centre of Clark's pec's, before grinning down at him in triumph.



Not content with his victory, Haze took rapid hold of Clark's left thigh with both hands and lifted Clark's leg, ducking deftly beneath it, spinning Clark onto his front and right onto Haze's lap, and finally landing one juicy smack on Clark's unprotected backside in the process.



Clark squeaked with embarrassment and surprise, but Haze was not done with him yet.







Promptly standing, the silent youth clambered to his feet, carrying his twin and lumbered over to the nearest hay bale. Bouncing down confidently onto it, still dragging a stunned Clark along with him, Haze repositioned his 'twin' across his outstretched legs and landed another playful swat on the other cheek.



"I think that's you told, Clark." Lex didn't know whether to laugh like a loon, use the camera in his phone to take a picture of what had to rank as one of the hottest images he was ever likely to see this side of a porn flick, or pretend that he hadn't noticed anything in the least bit unusual?



Difficult decision … Hhmmm… Oh, what the hell?



While neither of the participants were paying him that much attention, he slid his cell phone out of his pocket, and made the most of the moment by rapidly capturing a dozen or so images to liven some empty evening, then exercised his other two options in close succession.



"I'll wait for you two over there." He announced blithely, hoping that he would have enough time to damp down his own reactions before the two finished their current game and decided to join him.



From the scuffling sounds behind him, Clark was trying to get free, and Haze was not letting him. Lex knew that if he looked, he would almost certainly disgrace himself. Even a Luthor's control would not be sufficient to stave off a highly personal reaction at the sight of Clark being bent helplessly over Haze's knees.



There was another interesting smacking sound, followed quickly by a heavier scuffling thud.



Clark's lost his balance again Lex bit his lip and tried very hard. Hard was definitely the word…



"Haze." The original farm boy was complaining. "Cut it out. I don't want to get rough with you." He added, engaging in one of the curious one-sided conversations that took place whenever he and Haze were together. "NO!" He said quickly. "No… I don't! Hey, why did you shove my sneakers off?"



Another firm smack echoed through the barn. "Haze, that hurts!" He protested. "Well, it doesn't exactly hurt, but it's not polite… What I said wasn't either?" It was evident from the change in tone that Clark was beginning to fluster. "What do you mean, Haze? Why should I apologise?"



There was a noticeable pause.



"I said what? I never said that!" Clark blurted hastily "No way! Haze! I really want my sneakers back! Now…!"



Evidently Haze was not as oblivious to the alternative connotations of Clark's earlier remarks as his twin, and was determined to get his side of the story put over.



"You wouldn’t…" Clark gasped. "Haze, you…"



Another juicy smack echoed off the wooden walls.



"Haze!" Clark was breathing more heavily now. "This isn't fair!"



Probably from being held face-down, Lex supposed. Not the best position to have to bargain from… Although if the victim had been anyone else but Clark, Lex could think of one or two offers that would most certainly have been made by now and possibly even accepted. He sighed…



"Lemme go!" Clark practically begged.



The sounds of Clark trying to get some purchase on the ground with his stocking feet while failing totally to extricate himself from Haze's grasp were all too obvious to someone with Lex's broad experiences. Haze very definitely had the upper hand, and was equally obviously not going to relinquish it until he was satisfied.



'Satisfied' - a wonderfully descriptive and appropriate word given the circumstances … Lex felt an added tingle as his body continue to react in that very predictable manner, and was immediately thankful that he was wearing his usual concealing coat.



"Haze..." Clark's voice was rougher now, more husky, and a whole lot less determined. "Oh…" He breathed. "Haze …"



Oh, my god, Clark's starting to get off on this!





Being treated like this by Haze was very definitely turning Clark on, and the second that notion occurred to him, Lex couldn't help himself: he simply had to look. What he saw made his breath hitch in his throat and amplified the fire already stoking in his groin.



Clark was stretched out across Haze's lap, long legs dangling off to one side while his palms rested lightly on the ground on the other, presumably to prevent himself pitching any further forward. Haze was wearing one of his small and mysterious smiles, and stroking the small of Clark's back.



At some point during the most recent scuffle Haze had tugged the ends of Clark's shirt out, and now he was circling on the other youth's bare skin with the fingertips of one hand. Clark's eyes were tight shut and he trembled, but he was no longer fighting to get free. Leaning in, Haze licked lightly over Clark's ear, deftly tracing the delicate rim with the tip of his tongue.



Lex thought he had never seen such an incredible sight.



Apparently Clark was equally appreciative of the attention, as he wriggled slightly on Haze's lap.



Slowly, Haze ran his other hand up the back of Clark's leg, pressing firmly up and along from the back of Clark's thigh to the curve of his buttocks. Again, Haze raised his hand.



This time Clark was quite visibly waiting for it, and let out a small muffled groan, thrusting his hips forward as the light blow landed.





Lex bit at his lower lip to prevent himself from echoing the cry as the deep vibrations of Clark's voice tingled straight to his groin. Oh god, that is so HOT!!!



"Oh!" Another smack and Clark jerked on Haze's lap. Haze repeated the move and again Clark groaned and shuddered as Haze's hand met the taut denim with a satisfying sound.



"Haze." The word was barely loud enough to hear. Haze leaned in close again and nuzzled the tender skin just behind Clark's ear,



"Please…" Clark was stretched out over Haze's lap, and entirely at Haze's mercy now. Nibbling on his earlobe and breathing hotly on the moistened skin, Haze teased him by running his tongue in circles on the exposed curve of Clark's neck.



"More." Clark gave in and begged. "Haze, more…" Groaning audibly he rocked his hips against Haze's solid thighs.



In return, Haze smacked him again, and then again, causing Clark to piston against him each time.







Looking up at Lex, Haze adjusted his own position, and slipped one set of fingers deftly in through the waistband of Clark's jeans.



As Haze's upper hand dipped inside his jeans, Clark's voice hitched. "Haze, what are you…?"



From the sudden gasp Clark had just found out what else Haze intended to do to him. His eyes went wide and he panted. "Oh, god…"



The soft whimper from Clark as Haze pressed his arm down further almost sent Lex over the edge.



Steadily, Haze shifted one knee, rolling Clark so that he had access to the fastening on Clark's jeans, delicately manoeuvring his 'twin' until he could open the jeans and ease them down to Clark's ankles. The boxers followed with the same smooth inevitability.



Swallowing hard, Lex tried to moisten his exceedingly dry throat.



Blatantly displaying his natural flexibility, Haze leant forward and nipped lightly at the rolling curve of Clark's hip with teeth and lips, soothing over Clark's reddened buttocks with one hand. With the other hand he pressed snugly down onto the small of Clark's back, pinning him.



In response, Clark made a small throaty sound and rocked his hips over Haze's thigh. Haze smiled, displaying white teeth and an inch or so of shiny pink tongue. One casual move from Haze and Clark was completely uncovered from the waist on down.



Go on! Lex mentally urged. Don't stop now!!!







"So good!" Clark moaned, thrusting faster and harder against Haze.



Bending closer, Haze licked along the tightly bunched muscles, painting a wet trail over Clark's hot skin, and evoking a series of long, low throaty groans from his captive. While he licked, he slid one hand beneath Clark, who writhed appreciatively, oblivious to anything else.



Abruptly, Haze straightened and after removing his hand from under Clark, he began stroking it along the cleft of Clark's backside.



The rocking became more eager. "Please." Clark urged, "Do it."



Lex watched in disbelief as Haze sank one glistening pre-cum slicked finger into the waiting body.



"Oh!" Clark stiffened at the intrusion, and then relaxed as Haze shifted enough to lick across his open mouth. He fell silent as Haze's lips latched onto his.



At first Clark didn't move much, but, as Haze continued to kiss him with increasing fervour, he finally swung up into a sitting position astride Haze's lap.



As Clark moved, Haze let his other hand slide away from Clark's back and moved it round to grip his rigid erection. By now, Clark was obviously no longer considering escape as an option.



Now that he was upright, and his own hands were free, Clark quickly unfastened Haze's clothes and unleashed Haze's granite hard cock, taking it in his own broad hand and fisting it eagerly, while his other hand all-but vanished into the thick hair at the nape of Haze's neck. He began kissing and licking at his duplicate with total dedication.







From where he was standing, Lex had an absolutely perfect view of Clark sitting stark naked on Haze's lap, with Haze practically concealed beneath him. One of Haze's fingers was buried to the hilt in Clark, and by the expression on both their faces neither of them was in the least upset by that, or by Lex's presence.



Assuming they even remember I'm here. And considering the enjoyment he was obtaining from the scene, Lex couldn’t find it in himself to protest in the slightest about that.



Massaging Haze's taut organ with his whole hand, Clark thrust his hips toward Haze, moving one way and jerking into Haze's grip before rocking back to impale himself on Haze's finger.



"Oh, fuck, Haze… Yes!" Clark cried out, finally climaxing.



Haze shut his eyes and gave one last lingering thrust into Clark's hand before his own climax hit. Simultaneously Lex felt himself crest over the edge of ecstasy.







Gradually Clark's senses came back to him. He let his head continue to loll on Haze's shoulder, inhaling the deep sweet smell of Haze's hair and skin. Strong arms held him, and he was just too tired to move. His head was leaden, his eyes heavy, and it was much easier to simply let it all go dark again and stay where he was. Warm hands soothed over him, cooling the heated skin on his buttocks, and rubbing random circles over his back. Absently he opened his mind to the welcome touch.



'Clark, c'mon, you're zoning out on me again…' The mellow voice in his mind warned him. 'You're getting a bit heavy too…'



"Mmmm, Haze …" Clark tried to make his mouth work, but it wouldn't. Soft lips brushed across his, and he did manage to move a little then, but only enough to give Haze access. "Love you…" He breathed, not sure if he said it or thought it, and not concerned either way.



'Love you too Babe. But Lex is here with us, and you need to get some clothes back on…'



"Can't …" Clark sighed sleepily.



'Want me to help you?'



"Mmm hmm."



'Mind if Lex joins in?'



"Don't mind…" The woolly darkness was sliding back in around him, and Clark couldn't be bothered to resist.







Haze grinned at Lex and gestured for him to come over. As Lex moved, Haze stood, pulling Clark with him and gently dislodging the sleepy youth from his resting place on top of Haze's thighs.



"I'll get his things." Lex offered, already bending to retrieve Clark's jeans and boxers.



Haze nodded, and with surprisingly little effort, rested Clark back down on the hay bale. Together the two of them reinstalled Clark in his boxers and jeans, just in case of unexpected company.



Finally, Haze signed that he was ready to get Clark into the main house, if Lex would bring the socks and sneakers.



"Can you manage him by yourself?" Lex was concerned. "He's pretty solid."



Haze shrugged and made a casual bicep.



"Show off." Lex teased, but was nevertheless damn impressed, and still more so when Haze picked Clark up as if his strapping counterpart weighed next to nothing, and carried the other youth out of the barn, across the yard, and up into the house.







Tenderly Haze placed Clark onto his bed. Clark simply snuggled onto the sheets with a happy sigh.



"At the risk of sounding sappy, he's adorable." Lex murmured softly, admiring the sleek curves of Clark's legs and arms. "I've never seen anything like this before. He's totally blissed out."



Haze smiled and nodded.



"So you finally made your move?" Lex turned to face the angel. "I'm glad it worked out for you, for both of you."



Haze smiled and shrugged.



"Do you two do that often?" Lex couldn't help asking. He watched the signs flicker from Haze's expressive hands. "First time for that? I'm delighted to have been privileged to watch. Actually, I'm horny, but there's probably not that much difference between the two states for me."



Haze gestured that Clark would probably be out of it for at least another quarter of an hour. He didn't indicate how he knew that, and Lex politely didn't ask. "So what would you like to do in the meantime?" Lex wondered, giving Haze a small smile. "Assuming you have any energy left, that is."



'You.' Came the immediate response. Lex didn’t need to be an expert in sign language to know exactly what that pointing finger meant.



"Pardon?" Although Lex wanted what was being offered, there were certain barriers in the way. "Haze, you're the same age as Clark, so technically we can't do anything, anymore than he and I could… They can't sue you for touching him though, not while you're a minor too."



Haze didn't seem to understand that.



"In this part of the country, neither of you is considered legally old enough to consent to sexual activity." Lex clarified.



Haze let out one of the soft airy breaths that served him as laughter.



For a second Lex wondered what he had said that was so funny?



'Me … Old enough,' Haze signed. 'Think, Clark too.'



"You are?"



Haze signed that he wasn't sure about how Clark felt, but that Haze was definitely a consenting adult, at least as far as Haze was concerned.



Lex stared. "You're kidding!"



'No'.



"Then we could …" Lex began to see distinct possibilities. "You really want me that way ...?"



'Yes.'







Settling Haze back against the overstuffed chair, Lex waited while Haze pulled off his t-shirt. He took a good long appreciative look at what was being offered. Exposed like this Haze was magnificent, even more so than Lex had expected. Just as Clark would be …



"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Lex wondered. "Because of Clark? Because he can't technically participate, until he's officially past the age of consent?" He guessed, watching the steady play of Haze's hands.



Haze nodded.



"To hell with legality." Lex smiled. He slipped his hand down and rubbed Haze deftly, feeling the growing length of him even through the thick denim.



Haze's hands were already cupping Lex's backside, strong thumbs rubbing taut muscles and tracing lines in his skin.



Their tongues danced, hands intertwined, heated lengths rubbed together. Lex had always dominated in all of his previous encounters, but even though Haze was not the pushy type it was the angel who gradually brought the young billionaire to a screaming shuddering whiteout of pure sexual overload.



Sated, Lex lay back in Haze's arms and appreciated how Clark must have felt. He wondered when exactly they had ended up on the bed? Oh well, who cared?







"Gees, that was so hot…"



Idly, Lex glanced over and found himself observed. Clark was laying flat on his stomach, chin on his palms, and staring openly at the two of them.



"You don't mind?" Lex asked, aware that it could be awkward for Clark: this was his room, his house, and 'his' Haze. Despite what had just happened, it was obvious that the two dark haired youths were already a definite item.



"Not if I get some more too." Clark looked over at Haze, who nodded and licked his lips, his eyes gleamed with that same predatory glance as before and this time he was obviously including Lex in his plans.



Lex felt sure his pants had abruptly become two sizes smaller.







Shifting so that Clark's lips lined up with his own, Haze ran one hand down the back of Clark's head and kissed him.



Moaning, Clark obediently opened his mouth for the hot tongue that parted his lips.



Inserting his tongue into Clark's mouth, Haze licked him with enthusiasm. Breaking the kiss, he threw a teasing look at Lex.



"Wow…" Lex was already hardening again just from watching them petting. Haze beckoned him closer. "Me?" Lex stared at the space Haze was making beside them. "Okay." He shifted over. "Now what?"



Haze steadily urged Clark over until most of him was resting on Lex.



"Oh, god…" Lex stared down at the dark head cushioned on his chest. Automatically his hand trailed along Clark's thigh, up toward his groin.



Clark gave a soft groan and arched his hips.



Lex shut his eyes as the velvet skin brushed against the inside of his wrist. He felt a huge hand close around his and guide it onto Clark's erection. "I … I shouldn't …" He muttered. "It could spoil everything…"



Bending in close Haze licked Lex's mouth, transferring the taste of Clark to the older youth.



Lex struggled with his doubts for a moment more before kissing Haze back. "Then again …"



Together they fisted Clark's hard shaft, and played with him, dipping fingers into his arse, tweaking his nipples and kissing him until he whimpered for more.



Finally, with a long drawn out wail, Clark came, thrusting into Haze's mouth and sucking on Lex's tongue as the older youth twined appreciative fingers in his hair and kissed him thoroughly. Neither of the others was far behind him.