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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,614
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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"What now?"
"Don't make me doubt your intelligence, Clark. Now you strip."
Instantly, Clark's face was infused with color and his eyes slid away from Lex's face.
"I... I'm not.. I don't know if...."
"I thought I placed a moratorium on shyness. I can't teach you much with your clothes on. Nothing really worth my time anyway."
"It's not shyness. I'm just.... I can't really know if I'm... normal."
"That was one of the questions you had."
"Yeah."
"Been skipping gym class the past few years have we?"
"No, of course not, but you're not supposed to be looking at... other guys. Besides, who am I to compare? I'm not exactly objective..."
Chuckling, Lex reached out and brushed his fingertips along Clark's cheek in a gesture that would have been labeled as tender by anyone who didn't know him. The plain truth was that he often did feel tenderness toward Clark, along with protectiveness, concern, love and a handful of slightly darker emotions he hadn't yet found the courage to confront or examine.
"When it comes to our dicks, no man is objective. Penile humility just isn't built into our genetic code."
The younger man giggled and ducked his head. "What?" Lex asked.
"Nothing. It's just that my parents and Pete.... they all used pauses and substitute words instead of just saying it. I'm not sure whether they couldn't handle it or they thought maybe I couldn't."
"Probably a little of both. Are you trying to tell me you just came right out and asked your questions? No hemming and hawing, no euphemisms?"
"You're right. I guess I was just as embarrassed as they were."
"Perfectly natural. I'd be worried if you *hadn't* felt awkward. Undressing in front of someone else for the first time is a hell of a lot worse. There is a screen in the corner. I'd have no objection to you...."
"No. I can do this, Lex. It may take me a few minutes, but..."
"Don't worry about it. We have hours yet. Let's make it easier." he suggested, sliding his thumb and index finger down the row of buttons on Clark's dress shirt and stopping just above his navel. "Start with this... and we'll work up to the rest."
"Okay." Clark agreed, breathing a small sigh of relief. "That I can do."
Swiftly he unbuttoned and removed his shirt, leaving him in just his undershirt. Lex held out his hand for the outer garment and Clark relinquished it.
"Good. Keep going."
The undershirt came off as well. Lex studied his young friend's bare torso avidly, but managed to keep his excitement and mild envy in his head and off his face. After another moment, he went to his closseleselected a silk shirt in ice blue and brought it back to the mirror. "Put it on, but don't button it."
"Lex..."
"You said anything I asked. Trust me, Clark. Put it on and you'll burn every undershirt you own."
Smiling lightly, Clark shook his head and acceded to his friend's eccentricity.
"Wow... incredible. It's like... going swimming. The material feels like water flowing over my skin. I love it."
"Now you know why I almost never wear anything else. Close your eyes."
Moving behind Clark, Lex took hold of his shoulders and turned him a little so that he faced the mirror squarely, then backed him up a step so that his face was clearly visible in the reflective surface. "Dominant hand?"
"Right."
"As expected. No questioning me from here on in. Trust and do as you're told is the order of the day."
"It's night, Lex."
"No questioning me and no being a wise-ass. Understood?" Lex corrected, squeezing Clark's backside gently. His tone clearly said he wanted to laugh, but was denying himself the pleasure in order to keep the other man on task.
"Ahhh! Sorry. I'll be serious now." Clark promised, laughing breathily.
"It's alright, actually. I want this to be fun. If you're tense and agitated the experience won't be all it should. Back to business. I want you to raise your right hand to your mouth, palm facing in, and lick your fingers. Make sure they're thoroughly wet."
Clark shot Lex a skeptical look in the mirror. "Trust and obey, remember? And I said close your eyes."
When Clark, despite a grimace of distaste, had completed the command, Lex continued. "Now, slip your right hand under the edge of your shirt and move it up until you find your nipple. Good. Begin to circle it with your fingers. Very nice, Clark. As the moisture evaporates wet your fingertips again. That's right. Keep going. How does it feel?"
"Weird. It... it tingles."
"Is that good?"
"Oh, yeah. Really good."
"Could it be better?"
"Not better... maybe stronger."
"Try pinching a little. Not enough to hurt, just a bit... Good. Was that what you were looking for?"
"Mmm.... yeah... that's it...."
"Go back to the circles, Clark. Now... when I tell you to... I want you to open your eyes, alright? Don't move your head, don't stop what you're doing.... just open your eyes."
"Okay..."
"Go ahead and look, Clark."
Clark followed instructions, not quite understanding what it was Lex was thinking, and received a shock of epic proportions. The person he saw in the mirror was almost unrecognizable to him. Jolted, he allowed his hand to slow and gradually stop. Lex laid his own hand over Clark's and began the motion again. "There's nothing to be afraid of in what you see. It's still you. We all transmute when we're aroused... our skin flushes, eye color can get deeper.... darker. I didn't think you could look any better.... but you're so amazingly beautiful this way... Please, don't fear this, Clark. See what I see..."
"It... it's strange... but I'm not afraid.... nothing that feels this good... could make me afraid... I was just... surprised."
"But did you like it?"
"I like the shirt."
"I'd already decided to give it to you. It could never look as spectacular on me as it does on you. And rule three is no evasions in any way, shape or form."
"I didn't mean to. It's just... reflex."
"I understand that. *You* need to understand that between us, they're not necessary anymore. You can say anything... ask for anything."
"Okay... can I do something about the... rest of my clothes now? It's getting a little... uncomfortable.... in certain areas...."
"I was wondering when you'd get around to mentioning that."
"You knew?"
"Nerve connections, Clark. It's like acupressure. Touch one spot on the body... another spot reacts." Lex told him, tweaking Clark's nipple gently. In response the other man jumped and made a pleased sound low in his throat. "Some men aren't sensitive enough for something like this to have much effect. Apparently, you are."
"Lex... that feels really good.... but the better it feels.... the more I need to get out of these pants..."
"Go ahead."
"Well... I'm gonna need both hands..."
Lex grinned and released his grip on Clark's fingers.
"Sorry. I'll take over up here. You do what you need to do."
"Thanks."
His mind consumed with Lex's touch and with a pressure that was on the verge of becoming pain, Clark went on autopilot, unbuttoning, unzipping and uncovering his lower body without a thought for who else was in the room or how vulnerable he was making himself.
"I'm going to help you finish undressing, Clark. Give me a minute, alright?"
Clark made a faint, mumbled objection to the break in the stimulation, but he let it happen. Silently, in awe of the body before him, Lex knelt and tugged off the younger man's sneakers one at a time then helped him step out of his jeans and briefs. Rising to his feet once more, Lex sought Clark's image in the mirror and found himself fighting hyperventilation.
"Clark.... Look at yourself, Clark. Look in the mirror."
"Wow. So that's... me?"
"It is."
"And I'm.... okay?"
"Okay? You're so far beyond okay, you're off the scale. You're magnificent, Clark."
"I'm normal? I mean... I look like you?" Clark asked with increasing excitement.
"Remember what I said about penile humility, Clark?"
"Yeah."
"Then you'll understand why I'm not answering that question."
A wicked grin slid onto Clark's face as he met Lex's eyes in the mirror.
"So I'm bigger than you."
"Clark..."
"I am. I'm bigger. I can see it in your face. I can't believe..."
"Your clothes are in *my* bedroom, Clark. If it's true that possession is nine-tenths of the law, technically, I own them. Keep pissing me off and you'll be sitting down to breakfast with your parents in only a silk shirt and your crew socks. Try explaining *that* to mom and dad."
"You wouldn't."
"How long have you known me, Clark?"
"You would. Okay, okay. I'll cut the wise cracks. One question."
"Yes?"
"Can I keep the socks on? I kinda like how it looks."
"So do I, Clark. So do I."
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TBC.....
Come and join us at the keyhole as we delight in another invigorating chapter of....
Speak Only Truth!>
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"What now?"
"Don't make me doubt your intelligence, Clark. Now you strip."
Instantly, Clark's face was infused with color and his eyes slid away from Lex's face.
"I... I'm not.. I don't know if...."
"I thought I placed a moratorium on shyness. I can't teach you much with your clothes on. Nothing really worth my time anyway."
"It's not shyness. I'm just.... I can't really know if I'm... normal."
"That was one of the questions you had."
"Yeah."
"Been skipping gym class the past few years have we?"
"No, of course not, but you're not supposed to be looking at... other guys. Besides, who am I to compare? I'm not exactly objective..."
Chuckling, Lex reached out and brushed his fingertips along Clark's cheek in a gesture that would have been labeled as tender by anyone who didn't know him. The plain truth was that he often did feel tenderness toward Clark, along with protectiveness, concern, love and a handful of slightly darker emotions he hadn't yet found the courage to confront or examine.
"When it comes to our dicks, no man is objective. Penile humility just isn't built into our genetic code."
The younger man giggled and ducked his head. "What?" Lex asked.
"Nothing. It's just that my parents and Pete.... they all used pauses and substitute words instead of just saying it. I'm not sure whether they couldn't handle it or they thought maybe I couldn't."
"Probably a little of both. Are you trying to tell me you just came right out and asked your questions? No hemming and hawing, no euphemisms?"
"You're right. I guess I was just as embarrassed as they were."
"Perfectly natural. I'd be worried if you *hadn't* felt awkward. Undressing in front of someone else for the first time is a hell of a lot worse. There is a screen in the corner. I'd have no objection to you...."
"No. I can do this, Lex. It may take me a few minutes, but..."
"Don't worry about it. We have hours yet. Let's make it easier." he suggested, sliding his thumb and index finger down the row of buttons on Clark's dress shirt and stopping just above his navel. "Start with this... and we'll work up to the rest."
"Okay." Clark agreed, breathing a small sigh of relief. "That I can do."
Swiftly he unbuttoned and removed his shirt, leaving him in just his undershirt. Lex held out his hand for the outer garment and Clark relinquished it.
"Good. Keep going."
The undershirt came off as well. Lex studied his young friend's bare torso avidly, but managed to keep his excitement and mild envy in his head and off his face. After another moment, he went to his closseleselected a silk shirt in ice blue and brought it back to the mirror. "Put it on, but don't button it."
"Lex..."
"You said anything I asked. Trust me, Clark. Put it on and you'll burn every undershirt you own."
Smiling lightly, Clark shook his head and acceded to his friend's eccentricity.
"Wow... incredible. It's like... going swimming. The material feels like water flowing over my skin. I love it."
"Now you know why I almost never wear anything else. Close your eyes."
Moving behind Clark, Lex took hold of his shoulders and turned him a little so that he faced the mirror squarely, then backed him up a step so that his face was clearly visible in the reflective surface. "Dominant hand?"
"Right."
"As expected. No questioning me from here on in. Trust and do as you're told is the order of the day."
"It's night, Lex."
"No questioning me and no being a wise-ass. Understood?" Lex corrected, squeezing Clark's backside gently. His tone clearly said he wanted to laugh, but was denying himself the pleasure in order to keep the other man on task.
"Ahhh! Sorry. I'll be serious now." Clark promised, laughing breathily.
"It's alright, actually. I want this to be fun. If you're tense and agitated the experience won't be all it should. Back to business. I want you to raise your right hand to your mouth, palm facing in, and lick your fingers. Make sure they're thoroughly wet."
Clark shot Lex a skeptical look in the mirror. "Trust and obey, remember? And I said close your eyes."
When Clark, despite a grimace of distaste, had completed the command, Lex continued. "Now, slip your right hand under the edge of your shirt and move it up until you find your nipple. Good. Begin to circle it with your fingers. Very nice, Clark. As the moisture evaporates wet your fingertips again. That's right. Keep going. How does it feel?"
"Weird. It... it tingles."
"Is that good?"
"Oh, yeah. Really good."
"Could it be better?"
"Not better... maybe stronger."
"Try pinching a little. Not enough to hurt, just a bit... Good. Was that what you were looking for?"
"Mmm.... yeah... that's it...."
"Go back to the circles, Clark. Now... when I tell you to... I want you to open your eyes, alright? Don't move your head, don't stop what you're doing.... just open your eyes."
"Okay..."
"Go ahead and look, Clark."
Clark followed instructions, not quite understanding what it was Lex was thinking, and received a shock of epic proportions. The person he saw in the mirror was almost unrecognizable to him. Jolted, he allowed his hand to slow and gradually stop. Lex laid his own hand over Clark's and began the motion again. "There's nothing to be afraid of in what you see. It's still you. We all transmute when we're aroused... our skin flushes, eye color can get deeper.... darker. I didn't think you could look any better.... but you're so amazingly beautiful this way... Please, don't fear this, Clark. See what I see..."
"It... it's strange... but I'm not afraid.... nothing that feels this good... could make me afraid... I was just... surprised."
"But did you like it?"
"I like the shirt."
"I'd already decided to give it to you. It could never look as spectacular on me as it does on you. And rule three is no evasions in any way, shape or form."
"I didn't mean to. It's just... reflex."
"I understand that. *You* need to understand that between us, they're not necessary anymore. You can say anything... ask for anything."
"Okay... can I do something about the... rest of my clothes now? It's getting a little... uncomfortable.... in certain areas...."
"I was wondering when you'd get around to mentioning that."
"You knew?"
"Nerve connections, Clark. It's like acupressure. Touch one spot on the body... another spot reacts." Lex told him, tweaking Clark's nipple gently. In response the other man jumped and made a pleased sound low in his throat. "Some men aren't sensitive enough for something like this to have much effect. Apparently, you are."
"Lex... that feels really good.... but the better it feels.... the more I need to get out of these pants..."
"Go ahead."
"Well... I'm gonna need both hands..."
Lex grinned and released his grip on Clark's fingers.
"Sorry. I'll take over up here. You do what you need to do."
"Thanks."
His mind consumed with Lex's touch and with a pressure that was on the verge of becoming pain, Clark went on autopilot, unbuttoning, unzipping and uncovering his lower body without a thought for who else was in the room or how vulnerable he was making himself.
"I'm going to help you finish undressing, Clark. Give me a minute, alright?"
Clark made a faint, mumbled objection to the break in the stimulation, but he let it happen. Silently, in awe of the body before him, Lex knelt and tugged off the younger man's sneakers one at a time then helped him step out of his jeans and briefs. Rising to his feet once more, Lex sought Clark's image in the mirror and found himself fighting hyperventilation.
"Clark.... Look at yourself, Clark. Look in the mirror."
"Wow. So that's... me?"
"It is."
"And I'm.... okay?"
"Okay? You're so far beyond okay, you're off the scale. You're magnificent, Clark."
"I'm normal? I mean... I look like you?" Clark asked with increasing excitement.
"Remember what I said about penile humility, Clark?"
"Yeah."
"Then you'll understand why I'm not answering that question."
A wicked grin slid onto Clark's face as he met Lex's eyes in the mirror.
"So I'm bigger than you."
"Clark..."
"I am. I'm bigger. I can see it in your face. I can't believe..."
"Your clothes are in *my* bedroom, Clark. If it's true that possession is nine-tenths of the law, technically, I own them. Keep pissing me off and you'll be sitting down to breakfast with your parents in only a silk shirt and your crew socks. Try explaining *that* to mom and dad."
"You wouldn't."
"How long have you known me, Clark?"
"You would. Okay, okay. I'll cut the wise cracks. One question."
"Yes?"
"Can I keep the socks on? I kinda like how it looks."
"So do I, Clark. So do I."
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TBC.....