Speak Only Truth
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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,615
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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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Time, and young Master Kent, will tell as we begin another electrifying chapter of...
Speak Only Truth! >
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"Can I keep the socks on? I kinda like how it looks."
"So do I, Clark. So do I."
can'can't believe.... there's such a big difference between being told what's supposed to happen... and actually feeling it. Mrs. Neelon never said it could hurt..."
"Mrs. Neelon. Your health teacher?"
"Yeah. She barely said anything about it at all, come to think of it. I think the whole sex part of the class lasted about twenty minutes and it was all science and fourteen letter words none of us understood."
"I'm sure that was the point. If they can make you think sex is boring and scientific, maybe you'll be less tempted to get into trouble. I'm sorry if my waiting caused you pain, Clark. I should have done something about it without you having to prompt me."
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt now. Not really. It's just.... I need...."
"I know."
"No. No, I need to ask you something.... but I'm scared."
"Scared of what? Of me?"
"No. Not at the moment. Once in a while..."
"Yeah? Well, once in a while you scare me too, farm-boy."
"Me, scare you? C'mon, Lex...."
"Believe me, as strong as you might be, normal Clark is a newborn kitten compared to Clark under the influence. When you strolled into my office with that ring on your hand, you looked at me like you wanted to eat me alive... and not in a good way, either. I wasn't sure whether I should offer you a drink or tie you to the pool table until you came to your senses."
"I don't remember much about that. From what people have told me, I think I'm glad."
"Okay. I gave up mine.... youe upe up yours. What's scaring you, Clark?"
"I'm not sure... Partly it's wondering if I'm strong... everywhere."
"It's a valid concern. For most men, ejaculating is something they try not to control. It's more pleasant if you just allow it to happen. With your power, of course... well, the only way to know is to try. Stay right there. I have to find something..."
After rummaging in his nightstand drawer for a few minutes, Lex returned with a length of twine. Reaching around Clark's waist, the other man gathered the flaps of the open shirt, carefully bundled them together at Clark's lower back and secured them with the twine.
"What are you doing?"
"Protecting your new shirt. Even a drop of semen will stain it permanently. And yes, before you ask, I'm speaking from experience."
"Why don't I just...."
".... take it off? Take another look in the mirror. Check out the contrast betweee she shirt and your skin... look at how your hair is highlighted by the reflective qualities of the silk..."
"Jeez, Lex.... you sound like you're Pygmalion and I'm Galatea."
Lex grinned. As he spoke, he gently slid his hands under the gathered material and began to massage Clark's back and shoulders.
"Nice analogy, Clark. That's almost exactly the way I'm starting to see this. You're my fantasy given form... my gift from the heavens. Except you and I... we've turned the story on its head, haven't we? Instead of the gods breathing life into you, you breathed life back into me. My life turned into a virtual Tilt-a-Whirl that day... and I've never regretted a moment of it."
"Lex... that feels good...so good...."
Abruptly, in the midst of the pleasure Lex was starting to harvest from the depths of Clark's body, atrestressed voice spoke up in the young man's mind. It sounded to him like a combination of himself and his father, but he wasn't so much concerned with the message's source as its content.
{ his fantasy? his gift? what are you doing?! this is Lex Luthor! son of Lionel! if he thinks it's expedient, he'll destroy you without batting an eyelash! how could you tell him everything?! how can you let him touch you... run, damn it! run while you still can....} "Lex... stop. Wait a minute..." Clark requested, dropping his chin to his chest, brow furrowed in confusion.
"What is it? Are you alright?"
Drawing and releasing a deep breath, Clark met Lex's eyes in the mirror.
"Yeah... it just suddenly hit me. I need to know... the way you feel about me... is it strong? Stronger than your need to prove to everyone how far you are from becoming your father. Stronger than your past, your temper, ... stronger thau." u."
"Are you asking if I love you, Clark?"
"I'm asking... if I'll always be a priority to you. Not *the* priority, I know your company will always come first. It's just.... what we're about to do... I have to know I'll always be important enough to you that I'll never get... lost. Over the years I've gotten really good at fading into the background. I hate it.... and I won't do it anymore. I want this to happen, Lex, but not at the cost of becoming another dust collector in your life."
"My cleaning staff is incredibly efficient, Clark. Nothing in this house collects dust."
This drew a thin smile of acknowledgement from Clark, but he would go no further.
"Now who's being a wise-ass? I'm serious, Lex. Where do I rank?"
"The top, Clark. Number one. Above the company, above ambition, above anger, above tiny, narrow minds.... above everything and everyone in my life. If that's a definition of love... then the answer is yes; I love you. I can't promise business will never interfere with plans, or that both our fathers won't go ballistic and have us committed when or if they find out about tonight.... but I will make you one vow."
"What's that?"
"I will never, ever let you get lost. And I'll put you on the dusting list first thing tomorrow."
"Very funny..." Clark responded, laughing joyfully as he delivered a carefully controlled backwards elbow into Lex's gut. Lex huffed out a short burst of air strictly for show and grinned as he ran his fingers lingeringly through Clark's hair.
"Is it my turn to ask a question now?"
"Who am I to say no? I'm not risking having my clothes confiscated."
"Can I touch you? Other than the obvious, I mean."
"I'd love that, but why?"
"Hair. The texture of it under my fingertips is one of my... passions. Not surprising I suppose... oh, and I'm also unbelievably hot for you right now." Lex told him wryly, lightly pressing the evidence of his words to the back of Clark's thigh. Startled, the younger man's eyes opened a bit wider and a smile lit his face. His expression fell, however, when he caught sight of what his self-imposed delay had done to his own erection.
"Looks like I have catching up to do."
"No problem. I'm actually glad it happened. This way I can show you the ropes from the beginning, the way it should be done. Ready?"
"You have to ask?"
"I think that means yes."
Moving closer, Lex reached around and took a loose, easy grip on the soft column of flesh between Clark's thighs. The other man's eyes immediately slid closed. "Not this time, farm-boy. You need to see what I'm doing. Clark? You listening?"
"I'm supposed to listen too? With your hand where it is.... not gonna happen."
"I don't ever have to make a move, Kent. We can stay just like this all night..."
Clark grumbled faintly and opened his eyes. When he'd done as he was asked, he received his reward. Lex's first strokes were slow and gentle. Their effect on Clark was anything but.
"Whoa! Lex.... it's....whoa!"
"Easy. I know what you're feeling, Clark. It's a little shocking the first time. Just stay calm.... and watch."
As Clark's cock swelled and began to lift, Lex gradually quickened his pace. "Put your right hand over mine, Clark, and follow my movements. Good. I'm on to greener pastures." He said, sliding his hand out. "It's up to you. Pay attention to your body. It'll tell you everything. If you feel like it's happening too fast, squeeze gently at the base for a few seconds then keep going. That's great, Clark. You're a natural."
His own eyes heavy lidded, Lex pushed his hands through Clark's hair one more time, reveling in the vague scent of coconut shampoo wafting up from the strands as they slid past his fingers.
Another few seconds and his hands were back under the shirt, gently kneading the muscles in Clark's shoulders and along his spinal column, working his way down to the center; to the spot he longed to claim. He sensed that it might not happen tonight, that perhaps what he'd already shown Clark would be more than enough for the teenager's overwhelmed mind to handle. Still, he held out a shard of hope. One hand over each side of Clark's ass, Lex molded his body to the one in front of him, dropped his chin softly on the other man's shoulder and joined Clark in staring into the mirror. Within five minutes, the younger man's moans changed from ecstasy to fear and his expression became worried.
"L-Lex... something's... wrong... my legs... they're shaking... I-I can't breathe..."
"It's alright, Clark. You're getting ready to come, that's all. That's how it's supposed to feel. Stroke a little faster. Good. Okay, you're almost there... almost... can you feel it building, coming up from the soles of your feet? I'm right here... you're safe, Clark...that's it... let it happen...."
As his first orgasm tidal-waved over him, Clark gasped in as much air as his lungs would hold and kept it there, preferring a world free of even the sound of his breath; a world that sharpened his focus and allowed him to savor even the tiniest flicker of sensation, and hoard every word of praise and sustenance Lex whispered in his ear. Gradually, the muscle spasms began to slow and the intensity fell until, at last, Clark's hand fell to his side and a gust of air tumbled out of his slack mouth. Twisting his head slightly, he tried to speak to Lex, but his throat wouldn't function. "Shhh. Give yourself a minute, Clark. Take a look at the mirror while you wait for your brain to come back online." Clark turned his gaze back to the surface in front of him, staring at it in shock. "You see? It's intact. If your fear about your strength had become a reality, the glass would be in pieces on the floor. It may be messy, but it isn't broken."
Smiling ecstatically, Clark turned completely around to face Lex.
"That means I can.... and I won't...."
"Yes, Clark. That's what it means."
Without warning, Clark gave Lex a shock of his own when he suddenly wrapped both hands around the back of his mentor's neck and brought their lips together in a brief, but undeniably intense, kiss. It lasted only moments, but when he pulled back, Lex's expression clearly said Clark had rocked his world and he would gladly see that world fall to dust and ash if Clark would only repeat the unexpected move.
"Does that mean you want to keep going, Clark?"
"I guess so. It can mean whatever you want it to mean, Lex...."
"Okay. I asked the wrong question. Do you want to make love? Are you saying you're ready to be in my bed.... with your legs over my shoulders.... and my cock up your ass? Is that what you want?" Lex asked solemnly, one hand tangled in Clark's hair, the other planted firmly on the young man's hip.
"You were the only one who wasn't afraid or too embarrassed to answer my questions, Lex. I owe you this."
"You owe me nothing, Clark. Never, ever think that way. You owe money, you owe favors, but you don't owe anyone your body. What I've done tonight was for the pure vicarious pleasure of watching you experience all this for the first time. I care about you. No debt exists between us, of gratitude or otherwise."
"Lex... I didn't mean.... all I was trying to say was thank you."
"For what? All I did was what you asked me to."
"You touched me, Lex. Willingly. I wasn't sure anyone would ever do that. I wasn't even sure I could.... you know, at all, never mind do it safely...."
Sliding the hand on Clark's hip around to his ass again. Lex slowly drew the two of them closer together, until bare skin met fabric. Leaning in, Lex rested his forehead on Clark's and spoke softly, looking directly into his eyes all the while. Clark became the proverbial 'deer in the headlights', instantly mesmerized.
"Come, Clark. The term... is come. As in I come.... you come... we come...."
"Lex.... God...."
"Speak up, Clark. If you really know what it is you want, tell me."
"I... I want to make love to you.... I want you to make love to me.... I want to see you...."
"Come. Say it."
"I want to see you come. I can feel you, Lex... I know you must be in as much pain as I was...."
"At least. Let's move this to the bed, shall we?"
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TBC........