Speak Only Truth
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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,622
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.
5
We shall see as we silent shadows slip back into the bedroom to indulge in the passion and the power, to bear witness to the trembling and trepidation in the final installment of
Speak Only Truth!>
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"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?"
"Lead the way."
Grasping Clark's hand, Lex did just that.
"Sit. I have to grab a few things and undress. I'll be right back." He told the younger man, heading for his private bath as Clark dropped to the edge of the bed.
"Lex, wait. Can I... I mean could you maybe.... I'd really like it if you..."
"You want me to undress here instead?"
"Yeah. Do you mind?"
"Not really. I do like to make an entrance...."
"It'd be so sexy, though."
The contrast between the still-water calmness and innocence in Clark's eyes and the raw need in his voice threatened to shatter Lex's already fragile control into a million pieces. Knowing if he resisted, that was exactly what would happen, Lex gave in.
"That it would. Alright, Clark. Whatever you want. Just don't expect a Motley Crue video. Despite his best efforts, my father has left me some dignity."
"Right. No swinging on a firepole, no dancing in your thong. Got it."
Lex halted in his tracks and half- turned to study Clark for a long moment.
"You know.... sometimes you make me seriously wonder what's going on behind those stunning hazel eyes of yours. From one moment to the next... I'm never sure if I really want to find out."
"You think my eyes are stunning?" Clark asked, genuinely surprised. "Wow. I always thought they were just... weird. Like the rest of me. I used to sit in church and pray for God to make my eyes blue or brown... anything normal."
Frowning, Lex walked back to where Clark sat and tipped his lover's chin up with one hand.
"Did you pray for your abilities to be taken away too?"
"O-only once. I... got mad like little kids do. I hurt my dad. It was unintentional, but..."
"Children that age don't understand. They see in absolutes. ' I did it, I have to be punished.' "
"Right. I expected lightning to hit me and make my powers vanish." Clark chuckled.
"A properly divine reprimand."
"I thought so, but it never happened. My dad didn't blame me. I was practically a baby. He got that, I guess. I blamed myself for a long time, though."
"And now?"
"Now... I know nothing's absolute anymore. I see a lot more gray in the world than I used to."
"And do you still punish yourself?"
Clark looked up at Lex with thousands of words in his eyes, but he spoke none of them. The older man brushed back a shock of hair hanging over his friend's brow, kissed the patch of smooth skin he'd exposed and moved away to finish his interrupted errand.
A few minutes later, Lex returned with a few items, dumped them on the nightstand and proceeded to divest himself of his clothes. As more and more of Lex was revealed to him, Clark clutched the edge of the mattress with greater and greater intensity. Luckily, he caught himself and was able to stop before he did any real damage, but he leentsents that he knew would be permanent and resolved to apologize later.
"Lex...."
"Yes, Clark? What is it?"
"It... it looks like you need to do the catching up this time. Do I get to.... help?"
"Absolutely. Stand up for a minute. Take off the shirt while you're at it."
Clark complied and Lex turned down the bed, folding up the comforter near the foot and neatly pulling back the top sheet. "Go on. I'll be right behind you."
"Bad pun, Lex." Clark admonished as he crawled in.
"Not entirely."
Once Clark had gotten comfortable, Lex joined him, curling up against his friend's body. "Turn toward me a little, Clark. Let me look at you. That's good. God, you're so beautiful...."
"You too. Your skin... the way you look at me... I was so afraid I'd never see that in anybody's eyes..."
"See what?"
"Wanting... needing. You know everything and... that look's still there. You want me so bad... I can almost reach out and touch the feeling... it's like a mist in the air I can taste... and smell...."
"I do. I want you more than you could ever imagine, Clark."
Hesitantly, Clark's fingers ghosted over Lex's collarbone and down to his chest, staying a fraction of an inch above the skin.
"Can I touch you... the way you showed me?"
"You can...or I can spontaneously combust, whichever is better for you."
"I'd pay good money to see that."
"Clark...."
"Sorry."
As he'd been taught, Clark thoroughly wet his fingers and began to circle them slowly around Lex's left nipple. The older man drew in a quick br, ar, arched his back a little and grinned.
"Oh... that's good, Clark. Very good... you feel like... learning something new?"
"Always."
"Gooy..oy... instead of wetting your fingers... use your mouth... directly..."
"You didn't show me that. I'm not sure how..."
"Don't... think, Clark. Go on instinct. Anything but... drawing blood... is acceptable. Just try..."
Frowning slightly, Clark hesitated a second or two then bent his head to his task. His first effort was tentative, not much more than a swipe of his tongue over the nipple, but it received unambiguous praise from Lex. "Mmmm.... that's it.... perfect.... circle... the way you did with... yes.... damn, Clark.... that tongue.... cannot be attached to a... seventeen year old boy... what have I started.... Clark.... wait...."
Sensing that Lex was pulling away, or at least considering it, Clark moved swiftly to reassure his mentor.
"I started it, Lex, remember? I came to you. If I didn't want to be here.... I wouldn't be. Just chill out... and tell me what's next."
"God... okay. Think baby bottle.... just.... be gentle.... no teeth..."
"Like this?" Clark asked, drawing Lex's nipple and a bit of the surrounding flesh into his mouth then releasing it again. Lex hissed, sighed and nodded. After a few minutes of practice, Clark discovered he could use his tongue in concert with the suckling. Again, Lex curved his spine, groaned anaiseaised him lavishly.
"Ahhhh.... thheavheaven for fast learners... you.... you've got it, baby.... that's so good.... Clark... it's time... if you still want to... help."
"Yeah. Do I just...."
"Remember how I started with you? Slow strokes and a loose grip..."
"Like I could forget...." Clark responded, grinning broadly.
Continuing the oral exploration he'd begun earlier, Clark made better use of his right hand, which had been fairly idle up to that point. Slowly, he dragged the fingers down his lover's chest to his abdomen and over his navel, reveling in the softness and silky texture of Lex's skin. For a long moment, he lingered at the critical juncture, dabbling in the pool of sweat that had collected there and gathering his courage.
"Clark... it's okay. No pressure... I can handle it..."
"No. I'm sorry, Lex. I'm just...."
"Scared? I should hope to hell you are. I'd hate to think I'm the only one."
"You're scared? Of what?"
"Surrender. Losing myself. To a born and bred control freak, sex is always terrifying, Clark. Always."
"It doesn't have to be. Surrender can be a good thing... if it means surrendering the responsibility, the stress headaches... even for a few hours."
"Somehow, I think that if anyone could do that for me... it would be you." Lex admitted, hating the quaver in his voice and the unbidden tears in his eyes a little less, because he knew Clark didn't judge him for them.n thn the younger man replied, his voice also shook, but his touch was confident and firm, as if his hand was taking its cue straight from his heart.
"It's okay, Lex... let it go... let it all go.... I'll take it all... everything you can't deal with anymore... all the anger, all the stuff that makes your stomach and your throat burn.... give it to me... I can handle it...." Clark pleaded quietly, crying now as well.
"Clark.... ahhhh! Slow down... please.... I don't.... I need to be inside you now... and if you don't stop...."
"I'm sorry..."
"It's okay... there. That's better. Mmmm.... your fingers are so soft and warm... it feel so good to have you touching me...."
Stretching his arm back to the nightstand, Lex groped blindly until he found what he wanted. Retrieving his hand and the items, he reached out and tugged gently on Clark's ass, bringing them closer together. "Bend your knee... the top leg, that's right... put your foot flat on the bed.... now, just relax, okay? I'll do everything I can to make this easy..."
"Should I stop... touching you?"
"Never. Just keep it slow... good... just like that.... relax as much as you can, alright? This will feel a little strange..."
Flipping open the bottle of lubricant, Lex dripped a little on his fingers and warmed it before going in search of the ring of muscle that, given time and patience, would grant him access to Clark's body. Once he found his treasure, he began to gently rub and stroke, teasing the opening until he felt his young lover was ready for a finger to be inserted. "Clark? We okay so far?"
"Mmmm...."
"Is that yes or no?"
"Urrhhh... d-don't make me... talk... brain offline.... more fingers..."
Lex grinned and obliged, slowly stretching Clark out until he had three fingers deeply imbedded in the other man.
"Lexxxx.... in me... now...."
"I am in you, Clark... or hadn't you noticed?" Lex teased, brushing Clark's prostate for theefesefest of moments. It was the younger man's turn to arch and cry out, the fire in his belly and groin rapidly spreading to the rest of his body and making him twist and contort around the digits buried within him.
"Lex!"
"I know, I know. You're ready, Clark... we're both more than ready... just a minute..."
It only took a few seconds for Lex's practiced ers ers to tear open the packet and roll the condom down over his engorged prick and cover it with lube. It took considerably more time to convince Clark to let him go so he could perform the procedure. Eventually, though, Lex had his young lover stretched out on his back, calves supported on his strong shoulders.
"Stay relaxed, Clark. This is it... let me in, beautiful. Take me inside.... that's the way, Clark.... guide me in.... you're so tight.... I can't believe it.... nothing's ever been this perfect...."
"Yes... God yes... deeper... go deeper.... Lex...."
"I'm here, Clark.... right here.... I'm not going anywhere.... move with me, Clark... push up a little when I... yeah.... feel the motion.... the rhythm.... try and match me.... so good..."
Clark was rising to meet Lex's every thrust and shaking like a leaf, terrified and enthralled at the same time. The second orgasm of his life came upon him much more gradually, leaving him time to actually sense the pressure build-up, time to enjoy the slow waves as they increased in intensity. When he finally came, it seemed to last forever, pulse after pulse after pulse, until he felt as if every drop of energy had been wrung from his exhausted body. When he realized what was happening, Lex ceased moving inside Clark until he felt the other's orgasm begin to cool a little. Only then would he consent to resume thrusting and retreating, increasing his pace more with each passing second until he achieved his own release just a few minutes behind his new lover.
Once his brain had returned from its trip into the cloud-cover, Lex eased out of Clark and laid the younger man's legs gently on the mattress. After a few minutes away for necessary clean up, he returned and slid back into bed.
"Clark?"
"Hmmm... what?"
"Are you alright?"
"Me? I'm incredible... also really tired." he said, adding a goofy, satiated smile. "Can I go to sleep now?"
"After I clean you up a little." Lex told him, brandishing a warm wet cloth.
"During..." Clark murmured and did just that, slipping into sleep in the middle of Lex's impromptu sponge bath.
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7:00 THE NEXT MORNING
"Morning." Clark mumbled sleepily, kissing down Lex's jaw to his neck as a prelude to reaching over and silencing the alarm clock.
"Did you know... you make a hell of a wake up call? Better than that buzzing, beeping monstrosity..."
"Glad to hear it." Clark chuckled, slipping out of bed. "Do you want the shower first?"
"Shower later for both of us. Sit. We need to talk."
"About what? I don't regret last night, Lex. I could never regret it."
"That's good... but I need to know what's next."
"For you or me.... or for you and me?"
"All of the above."
"I'm having a shower, then I'm calling my parents and letting them know I won't be home for breakfast... or lunch."
"You can't tell them...."
"I'm not stupid, Lex. All they'll ever know is that I spent the night under a blanket on your office couch. For now, anyway...."
"For now? What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means my eighteenth birthday is in six months." Clark reminded Lex, kissing him softly. "Until then... lots of restless late night walks and lots of hours on your... couch. Sound good to you?"
"Hmm. Sounds perfect actually."
"Good. Now. I feel like spending the day in Metropolis showing off my new shirt. Know any good places we can get breakfast?"
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END..... for now.