It Started in the Kitchen

Clark looked over his shoulder and saw the flashing red lights. Wincing, he slumped down in his seat, bunching the towel around his thighs.

"Oh god..." He moaned, throwing his hands up over his face.

"Calm down, Clark, and let me handle this. I'll deal with this, and we'll be on our way." Lex said smoothly, turning his head to watch the officer in the side-view mirror.

Clark rolled his eyes. "Just don't hit his car with a gold club, and we'll be fine."

A soft laugh was bitten off quickly, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Lex's face turned up to look at the police officer who was standing next to the car. "Hello, Officer. What seems to be the problem?"

"Well..." Smirking, the officer looked into the car, cocking his head to the side and raising his eyebrows over the tops of his dark sunglasses when he saw Clark. "I clocked you going 85 in a 40. That's pretty serious around these parts, Mr. Luthor."

Lex shrugged, "I hadn't realized. I was in a hurry to get home."

The laughing snort was abrupt and loud, "I bet you were. How are you doing there; Mr. Kent, isn't it?"

Clark cringed, and tilted his head to the side to look up into the officer's face. "Yes, sir."

"Hmm. Well, you're darn near close to indecent exposure, Mr. Kent. Could I see your license and registration, Mr. Luthor?"

Lex snapped open the glove compartment, leaning over Clark's legs and looking down. He retrieved his registration and moved back up, throwing Clark a wink.

Sighing, Clark wiggled farther down into his seat.

The officer walked back to his car, talking into the police radio, and Clark blushed furiously when he overheard what the conversation was.

"Clark?"

Turning to look at Lex, Clark winced at the predatory glare that was etched onto Lex's smooth face.

Lex reached over and ran his hand across Clark's thigh, digging his nails in and massaging lightly.

"Lex!" Clark gasped, pushing himself up against the door as far as he could.

"Clark." Lex murmured, softly, keeping an eye on the rear-view mirror. "Are you afraid I'm going to do something inappropriate here in the car, with a police officer mere feet away?"

"Yes!" The yelp was bitten off as Lex slid his hand beneath the towel, and closed his hand over Clark's cock. Squeezed. "Lex, my god, stop. We can't do that here."

Lex leaned over, grinning, "I can do whatever I want, Clark."

Shaking his head, Clark pushed the persistent hand away. "Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

"Is it working?"

Clark nodded, looking over in frustration at Lex's bold smile. He watched as Lex's hand slid over to his own erection, palming it and adjusting himself carefully.

Clark's breath broke free in a loud huff, and he turned to look out the passenger window, fighting for control. There were footsteps coming back to the car, and the officer was handing Lex his license and a ticket.

"Ordinarily, we'd need to take you in for that kind of speeding violation, Mr. Luthor, but apparently, the arrangement with your father..."

"Yes, yes. Can we move it along? I have some rather pressing business I need to attend to." Lex's lips were pulled tight in a smile, and the officer returned the smile with a tip of his hat.

"Of course. Mr. Kent, you be sure to have a nice day."

Clark groaned and felt his face explode with color.

----------------------------------------------------

They pulled up to the mansion, and Clark went to get out of the car. Stopped, when a hand snaked out to close around his towel.

"Leeeex. Let go of my towel. I'm NOT going into your house naked."

Lex's chuckle was dark, sultry, and Clark turned back to look at him. Was stunned at the raw need he saw there.

"Lex?"

"I should have been inside of you already." Lex's hands were fast, grasping, yanking him across the center of the car. "I'm going to fuck you right here. Right now, in the fucking car."

Clark gasped; watched as Lex slid two fingers in his mouth, wetting them. "Lex..." Gulped when they slid out with a soft pop.

"I'm not waiting anymore. I've been waiting forever. So much wasted time." Lex's hand ripped apart his towel and slid between his legs. Parted him, and rubbed damp fingertips across his hole.

"Lex, come on. We can-"

"No waiting." He pushed in. One finger, sliding inside, and Clark's body jerked back, his arm slamming against the car horn. "You're so fucking tight, Clark. God. Inside." He pushed Clark up and over, urging him over onto his knees, and squirmed up behind him. Clark's forehead smashed against a window, his breath fogging up the glass when he heard Lex undoing his still-wet pants. Felt the sopping fabric slide down Lex's legs, brushing streaks of wet across his ass.

Finger returned to his ass, pushing inside. Two now, rough and sure, and Clark was moaning against the window. Couldn't stop, even when he heard the front door open and slam shut.

Lex crooked his fingers, scraping the spot inside of him he'd attempted to touch himself, once or twice. He felt heat gushing inside of him, and he cried out softly, squirmed back against Lex's hand.

A hand slid around him and grasped his cock; stroked it hard. Slid back slow, and jerked him out fast. Over and over. On him, in him, pressure and pulling, and he felt the feeling buzzing, screaming, inside of him, and felt himself burst in 3 short spurts into Lex's waiting hand.

That hand sped back, working against Clark's ass, and Clark knew Lex was coating himself. Could feel him lining up, and tensed, waiting.

"Relax. It's going to feel...different. Just..." Lex pushed, firm and forward, and slid inside. Paused, panting behind him, and gripped his hips hard. Started again, in more and more. In. All the way in. "Oh fuck. Clark, you're perfect."

Clark groaned, low and deep, the air humid around his face. He could smell his come, and Lex, and the smell of leather, and he breathed it all in, and felt slightly dizzy. "Lex...please."

Lex pulled out slowly, until just the head was inside, and then slammed in. Grunted, and moved down to lay over Clark's back. Rocked, and moved, and fucked him. Over and over, in and out. Clark cried out, felt his spent cock jerk painfully, and rubbed his head against the glass. Lex's mouth was wet against his back, his shoulder, kissing and biting. Scraping.

Clark pushed back against Lex's thrusts, biting down hard on his lip when his knee slipped on the sweat and water pooled across the leather. He felt his leg bang against something, and heard the radio turn on, singing about knocking someone out with 'those American thighs'. Or something. He couldn't think.

He felt Lex tense, jerk hard against him, and then there was warmth, heat filling him, and settling across his back. He collapsed, Lex still plastered to his back, his face smashing against the leather door handle.

It started to rain, and the radio died.

Clark attempted to shake his head, and found himself unable to move. He sighed, the sound muffled in the door. "Mmm...Lex?"

"Hmm?"

"Can we go inside now?"