It Started in the Kitchen

"Clark?"

Clark froze. He looked down into Lex's amused eyes with his own blurred, glazed ones and blinked slowly.

"Oh no."

Lex tightened his lips around Clark and pushed his tongue up hard against the ridge circling the head of Clark's cock. Pressed his mouth down, and hummed louder.

"God, Lex. It's my MOM!" Clark raised a hand up to his mouth and bit in. Choked whimpers filtered down to Lex's ears through the splash of water around him.

The knock on the door jolted Lex, and his teeth scraped over Clark.

Gasping, Clark removed his bloody hand from his mouth. "Yeah?" His voice shook, breaking on the simple syllable.

"Sweetie. There's water pouring out from under the door. Is everything okay in there?" The door knob rattled.

"YES! Everything is...FINE! DON'T COME IN!" Clark glared down into gleaming blue eyes and felt, as much as heard, the dark chuckle around his flesh. "Stop!" He hissed.

Lex pulled back, stopping at the head to dip his tongue into the leaking slit. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

"No." Sweet, petulant boy, Lex thought cheerfully.

"Clark? Are you sure everything is all right? You sound like you're out of breath, and we both know you couldn't be-"

"I'm okay! GOD! Just...give me a minute. I'm...the pipe broke." Clark's hand came down to Lex's face. Two fingers slipped across the wet skin of Lex's cheek to settle on his jaw.

Lex smirked, turned his face into Clark's hand and bit down. His tongue flirted across the skin in between Clark's fingers. Tasted the water and the salty tang of Clark.

"I'm going to swallow you in ten seconds, Clark." Lex murmured softly against trembling fingertips. "Ten."

"I'll be out soon, Mom. Just...fixing...oh my God, I'll be out...soon."

"Nine."

"Well, okay, sweetie, just weld it closed and leave it for Dad. I've got to run back into town..."

A pale eyebrow, darkened by the water, rose in a curious arch at the welding remark. "Eight, seven."

"OKAY!" Clark rasped, his hand shooting out against the tiles, shattering two in a powdery spray that flew up in the watery mist. Clark winced at Lex's knowing smirk.

"Five."

Clark blinked, and furrowed twitching, black brows. "You skipped six."

Lex's smile widened, and he leaned forward to blow cool bursts of air across Clark's hip. "Two."

Clark shook his head, a tentative smile working it's way over his face through the lust, "I don't know how you run a multi-billion dollar company when you don't even know...OH!"

Lex's mouth was hot and all-encompassing as it slipped down. All the way down. He felt the hard swallow, and felt his cock slip down into the channel of Lex's throat.

Swallowing hard, over and over, Lex felt Clark's body thrumming in his mouth, beneath his hands. He drew his hands around Clark's hips, over his ass. His delved into the water-drenched skin, and pressed in.

Clark gasped and felt his body jerk forward as he came. Hot, gushing torrents running through him, centering in his cock and spurting into Lex's throat. Lex slid back slowly, panting softly, a pleased grin lighting up his flushed face.

"Oh, Clark...I forgot to tell you to feed the cows. You know, they won't-"

"Feed themselves. I'll remind him, Mrs. Kent."

Clark gaped at Lex, his face turning white as the color fell away.

"Lex? What are...oh." The footsteps moved away from the bathroom door quickly, and Clark thought he heard his mother chuckle quietly before the back screen door slammed shut against the frame.

Carefully, Lex stood up, his hands anchored to Clark's shaking body. He looked into shocked green eyes and laughed. "C'mon, Clark. You haven't shown me your bedroom, yet."

"My bedroom?"

Tilting his head back, Lex pressed his mouth forward, sealing it to Clark's. Kissed him gently. "Mm hmm."

"I don't know..."

"You don't get it, Clark. This is happening." He opened his mouth, pressing his tongue between full, blushing lips. Tasted every inch of Clark's mouth, and stroked against his tongue. "Can you taste yourself? On me? I know you can. You're inside me, and, Clark..." Lex leaned back and looked into hazy eyes. Licked his lips. "I'm not done. I doubt I'll ever be done with you. Now, I'm going to fuck this pretty ass of yours. It's up to you whether it's in your bedroom or right here."

Clark's mouth opened, but no sound came out. He blinked slowly, very slowly, before nodding.

"In your room?"

Clark shook his head, sending droplets of water across the room.

"Here, then."

"No!" Clark yelped, flinching at Lex's stern glare.

"Clark." Lex's hand grasped firmly around Clark's cock, squeezing a slightly pained groan out of him. "I said you could choose the place, but, if you're having trouble deciding, I'll take the decision out of your hands."

Clark nodded frantically, his breathing fast and uneven. "You room. Can we go to your house, and be in your room? Your bedroom?"

Lex's look turned appraising, and he asked curiously, "Why?"

Moving down to close his fingers around Lex's wrist, his cautiously raised the hand up to his face, kissing the smooth back of Lex's hand. Laughing softly, to himself, he rolled his eyes before meeting Lex's watchful gaze. "I've thought about it...being in your bed. I've kind of...always wanted..."

A look of happy surprise flooded Lex's face before he chased it away with satisfied determination. "Let's go."

"Okay," Clark said softly, reaching down to his drenched pants, "just let me grab some dry clothes. I don't want to mess up your car."

"No," Lex said firmly, "no time." He grabbed a mostly-dry towel and handed it to Clark. "Wrap that around yourself. Let's go."

Stumbling out of the slick shower, Clark wrapped the towel around himself and followed Lex outside.

In a towel.

They were mostly silent as they sped along the dusty road. Lex's hand creeping up the edge of the worn towel pulled a slightly crazed whimper out of Clark that was drowned out in the wind.

Perhaps a hundred feet from the turnoff to the manor, the siren filled the air.