Luthors don't

Repeating once more... I do not own Smallville, Superman, Lex Luthor, Batman, or both whoever and whatever you might recognize. This is fanfiction, I gain nothing from it, and I most certainly only do this for the sake of amusing myself and whoever reads this, not because I delude myself thinking I own any of this. And also... WARNING! FLUFF ALERT! WARNING! GAY SEX ALERT! WARNING! FLUFF ALERT! WARNING! GAY SEX ALERT! WARNING! FLUFF ALERT! WARNING! GAY SEX ALERT! If you don't like this, click on the back button, or press the backspace key...


Oh, my mothef-ing!!! I just saw a review a beautiful girl left me, and I just realized.... This fic is a year old!! Oh, MY GOD!!! I mean... I gotta finish this!! Readers will think I've abandoned this fic!! Now, there's no excuse... I gotta fully go into responsable author mode...

Where we left off....

"I want you..." I softly say, licking his lips, kissing him lightly, a total constrast to the rest of our bodies. "for myself... is that so bad?? Will you be mine, Clark?? forever?"


Continuing.........


"For... ever??" Clark repeated slowly, his eyes wide in astonishment. He moved back, still looking at me as if he's seing a ghost, then sat down on an opposite chair to the couch.

I blew it. I know I did, I came on a little too strong for him. I mean, up until 30 minutes ago, when I mentioned the words couple or boyfriend, we had nothing concrete, and now I'm technically asking him to bond with me or something. He's flaggerstabed. He's shock and scared, and confused, and in the name of all great and holy, I don't blame him.

I gotta fix this. I don't know how, I don't know how long it will take me, but I have to fix this, I can't just lose Clark now that I have him!. And I'm starting right now.

"I know it's too much to take on in one day, Clark... I came out a little too strong just now, but I just..." I stand, hating the statics of the situation, with him sitting looking like that at me, and that damn table between the couch I'm sitting on and my Clark.

Rounding the table, I approach him carefully, looking for each gesture, every little thing that might clue me into what Clark might be thinking. But nothing comes, he's just sitting there, staring at me with that shock on his face, and just as I reach out and touch him, an even more unpleasent feeling reflects upon his face: despair.

"You're taking it back??" the whisper is so soft, I nearly miss it, but I hear it nonetheless, and it's such a great relief... such a horrid weight lifted off my shoulder as I understood Clark was more scared of me taking my words back, than of the words themselves.

"No!... No, Clark..." I tighten my hold of his hands, while the other reaches out, to touch his sun-kissed face, feel the softness of it, and how his face leans into my touch ever so slightly. "I wouldn't dream to take back what I said, I just said I love you, and I mean it. Clark, you make me helpless to you, I can't not love you, and I know I might have said too much, but I've been biting it all back ever since we were in Gotham City, and I just couldn't take it anymore!"

Out of nerviousism, I bit my lower lip, then kiss his hands softly, and then I become aware of the odd situation we're in: I'm kneeling on the floor, profesing my love to an amazed Clark, saying the words 'love, mine and forever' all in the same sentence... I almost feel like I'm proposing the boy, and, to my own shock, I don't feel in the lightest bit troubled by that thought.

"I just wanted to hear it... to hear you say you love me too, and hear no one else holds your attention, but me, and hear you're mine, I'm sorry if I let it all out just wrong or too fast. Try to understand, Clark."

"I understand, Lex" Clark said, his face shifting into one of those bright smiles I had come to crave. "It was just the shock, that's all" Then, he gave a shy little laugh. "For a moment there, I actually thought of pinching me, make sure I'm awake" For his sake, I pinched him, then myself. He laughed, sincere, wide and open, like I haven't seen him laugh in a long time while around me.

It's so refreshing, to know I'm capable of bringing such open, honest joy to someone else without taking out my wallet. Makes me feel like a better person, and that's one of the things I love about Clark, he can make me feel like a better person, like I can be so much better than I am. I remember the time we were the greatest friends, it was his faith in me that had me hooked on him from the start.

"The thought also went by my head a few minutes ago, Clark... about the time you said you loved me too" Even if I thought it impossible, his smile went brigther than ever, and a part of me rejoiced in finally acknowledging no one else held Clark's attention.

And then, once again, I found my arms blisfully filled of Clark, his lips on mine in a firey kiss, lust and desire quickly taking over the rational part of my brain once again. One of my hands moves throught those black, silky curls, while the other is on his hips, pressing him to me, wanting to feel all of the hot man around me.

After a few moments, the kiss is broken, and I see a sly smile on Clark's face, accompained by the most enchantig blush, and his lips are red and a bit swollen, a physical testimony of our previous activities. Clark bit his lip, a mix of nerviosism and excitement shown upon his face.

"You know, Lex... my parents aren't here" One of my eyebrows arched all by itself at the words. Was I hearing what I thought I was hearing? "And... they won't be home till 8 or 9 pm, which is like, six or seven hours from now" The little nymph shyly suggests.

The barn was suddenly filled with laughter, as Clark rushed his way down the stairs, me trailing behind, while taking my jacket off -I might have been a little eager-, and Clark did the proper with his t-shirt, his back to me -here's me thinking I'll never grow tired of looking at that body-, then held my hand, guiding me to one of my most private fantasies.






V: thought it was over, didn't you?... Well, it ain't.. jejeje.. me evil... me very evil...

Soft planes of skin lay at my touch, golden and perfect, softer than any silk I've ever felt, yet the strong muscles under it are there, tensing and clenching eveywhere I touch, responding to my caresseses. So perfectly responsive. He moans just so deliciously, his sighs are made of pleasure, and the little whimpers scaping him when my curious fingers touch a sentitive spot are pure sin.

I kiss him, deep and passionately, and he is sweet in my mouth, and even sweeter while I take his incoherent moans, my hands move down his perfect Greek God body, to the strong abdomen, and further down, to dissapear under such thight pants and underwear; hard flesh, hot and pulsating, is there to great my hand, just begging to be touched. I have never been one to deny true beauty anything.

"God, yes, Lex!!" He inmediately responds, his back arching, green eyes wide oppened, but now darker, diluted with the dark embrace of lust and passion. His mouth, now almost red from all the passionate kissing, hangs opened just a bit, letting out ragged breaths that collide with my face, only to heat me even more than I already am, making my usually lose pants less and less tolerable by the second

Fuck, he's beautiful. Lost in the whisps of passion, there's nothing like him, nothing like this overwhelming perfection. He's the perfect description of what all sexy and enticing should be. I keep stroking him, getting those incoherent blissed words to pop out of his mouth, my name falling from those lips is as though were something else and not my name, coming from a passion driven Clark Kent, it sounds like a obsenity, something which couldn't be said infront of children, too sexually loaded to be legal, dirty and sexy as hell.

My mouth meets his neck, and I can feel his pulse just under my tongue, fast and uneven. I suck on the skin there, just where jaw meets neck, feeling his hands move up my body, to hold me down, he moves his neck to a side, giving a greater access to the area I'm currently concentrated on, inviting, giving... surrendering himself to me. I've never felt so powerful in my entire life. Having Clark like this, completely under my will, makes taking down my father and gaining the power I had seeked seem like talking about the weather: dull and utterly boring. Dissapointing, to say the least.

"Take me, Lex... I want you to fuck me" Cursing, using a dirty language that sounds so strange in his voice, but so exhalarating in itself, becuase I'm pretty sure I'm the only person that's made him lose control enough to curse.... He should do it more often, cursing that is, it's like a hardness inyection to my cock.

"Are you sure, Clark?? I don't want you to regret this..." I say, more out of courtesy and appearance of properness than anything, cause I can swear, if Clark say he's not into this, I'll throw myself off the nearest balcony for ever thinking to ask his opinion on this. To help matters, my hand squeezes the hard member just a little more, getting a soft moan as reward.

"I've never wanted anything so badly, Lex" he whispers, and I tremble. We're in the same situation, him and I, for I have never wanted anything so badly as I want him.

"Ok... Let's get rid of the excessive garments" He smiles, white teeths flashing, and starts working on my already unbottoned shirt, and quickly doves in, taking one of my nipples into his mouth.

"How can you.." His voice comes out in a hiss, as my fingers play with the little nubs on his chest. "Put so many" Gasp. "Fancy words together now??"

"Clark..." I barely hiss, my hands tugging at his jeans, but his mouth distracts me, he nibbles and licks the small protuberance, playing it into hardness, sending wave after wave of utter extacsy through my body.

He lifts his hips, and I get the offending jeans off his hips, along with his boxers, but his mouth never stops tormenting my nipples. At one particular nibble, he pulls lightly at it, pain and pleasure mend in my senses, making me wonder what have I ever done to deserve such creature, this privilege of having a living god, in every sense of the word and facette, under my power.

He pulls at my pants, I barely noticed him unbuckling the belt, I was too busy keeping my impending orgasm in check, wouldn't be good for the 'experienced' one to come in his pants. I felt rather than heard him laugh, his breath was caressing my navel.

"Do you always wear nothing under your pants??" he asks, and I tremble, his breath on my navel, while I'm thinking just how dangerously close is to another rather sensitive place in any man's body.

"Always" I manage out, looking down at his green eyes, seing the most mischivious smile I have never seen form upon his hace.

"Great. Constant easy acces. I'll think I'll follow your example" Images of Clark Kent going around comando fills my imagination. Fuck, now I'll never be able to look at him without getting a hard on.

I suck in a breath, feeling how Clark's mouth brushes against my navel, petal soft lips trailing butterfly kisses over it, provoking, initiating a desperation within myself, good enough to arose my hunger, but not to sate it. Teasing my control.

Then, suddenly, stopping. I look down, to see a crown of black head just right down there. Green eyes look up, meeting mine, a pink tongue running over his upper lip, which was just infront of my by now purple manhood.

"Can I taste you, Lex??" I don't know what affects me the most, the meaning behind the words, the innocent tone on the seemly innocent words, or how his breath just skimmed over my hungry shaft. Desperation was quickly wrapping his claws around me.

"Whatever you want, Clark" I say, quickly, my need showing itself in my voice, and I can barely tolerate it, for my need for Clark is greater than any other I had ever felt.

He smiles, and brakes the eye contact, focusing on the erect cock infront of him. Its all too soon, or too slow, I don't know anymore, all I know is that I could only remain still and wait as I saw his hand move up, reaching up for my hard flesh, grasping it, getting a hiss out of me, white strings of pleasure tense up my body and pushing me just a little closer to the heavens.

He merely held me in his hand then, touching my cock, getting acquaintanced with it, exploring it with his fingers, teasing and testing my resolves.

Then came the softest caress, as the tip of his tongue touched the head of my cock. Just a touch, a tentative, but a surge of exstacy in my body. Several short licks followed, each more bold and erotic than the last, more demanding and passionate. More crazy-driving, if I were honest.

I wanted to grab his black hair, indulge myself into fucking his pink, pretty mouth. I wanted that so much, to just fuck those pretty lips, see my phallus vanish inside his mouth, feel the heated moist of his cavern. But I didn't want to rush him, I didn't want to add pressure and damage a moment that's taken me so much to get to. If only Clark would stop being such a fucking tease. I had to take a grip of the sheets just to not give into the temptation.

He looks up, finding my eyes, and an almost evil grin morphs Clark's beautiful face, promising wickedness and wonders, telling me playtime was over. Even with the warning, I was not prepared to feel Clark's mouth enveloping my cock.

So hot. So wet.... so FUCKING GOOD!! He's taking my length in inch. By. Inch. Slowly, and vibrations run from my crocth to the rest of my body, making me dizzy with pleasure. Clark Kent is purring around my cock!! Dear god, this boy was made for sex. He takes a little over the half of my length, then stops, and I can almost hear, should his mouth not be fulled of the cock, the little tease laugh, before I feel Clark's tongue, wet, thick and soft, moving on the underside of my cock.

A gasp escapes me, and all the sudden my mouth is running on its own accord, something only Clark can ever do, and I'm urging him, to go on, to just finish me off and give me the much wanted release, to stop, to just do anything to stop the torture... It only needed the 'please' and 'gods' to make it an official beg, for my voice surely sounds very desperate.

I feel his hands on my hips, and the unescapable trap around my cock loses its hold of me. He's withdrew from my cock. "Open your eyes, Lex"

Taking in a deep breath, I obey, and never braking the eye contact, I see his tongue come out of his mouth, swiping the underside of my cock lecheriously, then his head moving down, and forward, and that wonderful cavern take over my testicles, my lover's name falls from my lips like a prayer, a worship to who for sure would be the most erotic being on this earth.

He sucks around my balls some, and I nearly fall from the feelings warming over me, I'm sure I would've fall on my knees, should I not be kneeling on the bed. He releases my balls, and in one swift motion, I see and feel him taking my engorged member into his mouth once more, this time swift and unforgiving, sucking all his way, taking me in one motion, and stopping there, with his lips just around the base of my cock, his hands grasping my hips, so I can't move, I can't indulge in the urge of just fucking his teasing mouth into oblivion.

After a second or two, which seemed more like minutes, he begins to move, up and down around my shaft, his tongue moving all the while, massaging my cock, running over the head, circling it, when he reached the tips, and his eyes shone just a bit brigther everytime he swiped his mouth over my uretra, or when he caresses a noticable vein, when I unconciously clench, or groan out, voicing my pleasure. He's delighted to find himself capable of making me lose my mind. I already know that more than teasing, he's also memorizing each of my weak points, and I don't know whether to be delighted, or petrified. I'm actually fearing how things would be in a few more months, when he turns 'experienced'.

"Fuck my mouth, Lex. You know you want to" The words catch me completely off guard, and while I'm pretty sure I didn't imagine them, I still can't believe Clark is offering me the chance to fuck his pretty mouth.

I'm trembling. Dear god, I'm trembling so hard, I can see it as my hands settle on that mop of raven hair, and an animalistic urge is born in me. He loses his hold of my hips, and licks his lips, looking up at me, expectantly. I need to get myself under control, remember he is not the sex pro I'm accostumed to, that even though Clark's sex personified, he is still a declared virgin. A very good sanity assasin of a virgin.

Slowly, with all the effort I can muster to control my urges, I guide Clark to my cock, and he opens his mouth to me, so easy and perfectly it was like going over something many times done before. Jealousy infects me, thinking of Clark even kissing, let along giving heads to someone else, is a thought I can't deal with very well.

"Are you positive this is the first time you've-" Mouth full of my cockhead, he nods. I nod back, seing nothing but true in his dark green orbs.

Slowly, I began to move, testing his boundaries, with each thrust moving just a little more forward, rocking a little harder. The eye contact's broken, but I don't care, I just want feel his hot mouth, taking me all, right down until his nose touch my navel.

My cock deep down his throat, Clark moans, tongue sweeping, demanding more. With a cry, my resolve breaks, my hands tightened in that silky black hair, and I move faster, harder, ramming into a heated heaven better than any of my fantasies.

Amazingly, he takes it all in, hell, he even keeps moaning and moving, meeting my thruts with hunger, the intensity keeps scalating within me, barely have the racionality to warm my impending orgasm, and his hands are on my hips, pushing them forward, burying my cock in his wonderful mouth, sucking for all that's worth, vibrations made of sin shake my body, and after that, all I see is white.

"Fuck, CLARK!!" White bliss graping me as orgasm strikes me, strong and powerful, tensing me with the force of its waves almost painfully, I hear my own groans as if voiced by someone else, and I'm sure I must have pulled a few hairs, but I don't really care, the sensation was so great.

I spend some moments getting my breath back, eyes closed, thanking whatever power remembered me and blessed with this moment, then begging the daity to please never let it end, when I feel a light, wet caress on my hip, and another, and another, hands caressing my abdomen.

I look up, to find Clark slowly lapping at my hip, licking up my seed lecheriously. Then, he looked up, those jade eyes filled with such innocence, cheeks pink with a light blush. How can he look su fucking innocent while licking my seed off my stomach?!?!? Damn, I can feel my body responing to the mere sight of him.

"Sorry... I missed a bit when you..." Gods, he can't even say the words, and he has just given me the most wonderful experience of my life.

"Came, Clark... when I came" I finish for him, and his blush increases just a bit, his eyes turning a shade darker. Mhm... young Mr. Kent seems to like dirty talking... let's put that on probation, shall we?

"To your mouth..." I softly whisper, and touch his cheeks, urging him up, closer to me, until I can kiss his lips, taste myself on them, and moan at the combination of him and I. "and how you sucked me" He bits his lower lip, and I feel him grinding into me, his hard cock poking my stomach. "You felt so good, Clark..." It was just a whisper, heavy and loaded with everything I felt. Clark bit his lower lip in response, and I could feel his sensuos hips grinding against mine.

"Really? How good, Lex?" His voice is barely a whisper, but I still suck in a breath at the words. So, he IS into dirty talking. Who would've thought??

"Very good. You were so perfect, love. I loved every bit of it" I whisper to him, caressing his face, then lean up, to nibble his lips. "This pretty mouth" Nibble. "Was made" Nibble. Lick. Clark grinds against me once more. "For my cock in it" I grab his hair, holding his head in place, as I ravish his mouth throughtly. "I think" I bite Clark's upper lip a little harshly, getting a moan in response. "I could have you" Licking his lower lip slowly, contradicting pain with softness. Clark rubs his cock against mine, and we both moan at the feel of it. "Suck my cock" Kiss. Nibble on his lower lip. "Forever" I end it with a soft kiss, and get a sly smirk in response.

"Wouldn't you prefer to fuck me sometimes, Mr. Luthor?" I laugh. Deep and rich laugther, and Clark joins me for a while, until our kiss shuts the laugh out.

He lets me turn, so I'm on top of him now. Wasting no time, I go down his body, taking my time to explore that sensitive spot on his neck, exactly where the pulse is, bite where the shoulder meets neck, play a bit with his nipples, twisting them with my fingers, nibbling them, to lick the harden brown nub, simply basking on Clark's delighted sounds.

"Come... ON!" I have to laugh, as Clark eagerly grinds his erect cock against my hips.

"Patience is a virtuuee" I say in a merry tone.

"A pain in the butt, you mean" I bit his neck, enjoying how he automatically leans to give me more acces, holding my head close to his skin, hungry for my touch.

"Isn't it but a little sacrifice for my cock??" A black eyebrow rises at my question, and a teasing humor reflects on those green, green orbs.

"I certainly hope so" And there was laughter in the voice. I move back, sit next to him on the bed, pretending to be offending. I know we're wasting time, but its such a rare ocassion to have these moments with Clark, I can't help but having them.

"Are you insinating you don't believe me capable of satisfying you?" There's a smile tugging at my lips, and I did a very poor job at hiding my amusement, so Clark is laughing along with me.

Biting his pink lips, Clark kneels, straddling my hips, his perfect ass on my thighs, our cocks caressing. All laughter is gone, and there is only lust and pasion in those green pools. "Prove it"

And we kiss, for how long, I don't know, and I don't really care, but I know I end up laying down, pressing Clark to the bed, rotting our erections together in need. "Fuck, Clark..."

"Yeah, that's the idea" I laugh, and reluctantly distangle myself from Clark, to look for my god damned jacket. I find it, and retrieve the lube I know was in the inside pocket. When I look back at Clark, he's staring at the small tube with amazement. "Why do you have lube, Lex?"

"We were dating. Sort of, and whenever I saw you, I was always wondering 'is this it? Are we gonna do it?' so, I thought it would be smart to always be ready" I explain, while climbing the bed. "Now, lay down, relax, and let me prove you wrong, for once"

He gives me a wicked grin, and sets his head on the pillow, obeying. Its so intoxicating to have him like this, bending to me, so trusting and submissive, my cock jumps just to look at his shining green eyes and pink lips smiling at me, love and trust written all over his face.

I take a hold of the back of his knee, to raise them, and he spreads his legs wide for me, inviting me wantonly, my cock jumping at the mere sight. He's so fucking beautiful. Laying there beneath me, blush on his cheeks, green eyes yelling out lust, his legs spread out for me, his long, gorgeous cock standing in attention between, I can't help myself but stare at him, at how fuckable he is.

"Lllleeeexxx..." He's whining, moving his hips towards me, trying to get my attention, and I lay a soft kiss on his inner left thigh in response, then nibble it, loving the taste of him, I think I could make love to him forever.

Not being able to stop the smile, my left hand moves down his body, to touch his hard meat, and down, tracing his balls, then lift one of his legs, until I see it, his pink, sweet opening, twitching as my fingers play around it, so sensitive, its delicious. I meet his eyes.

"I'm really gonna fuck you, Clark" It came out low and raspy, I dare say a little dark, almost like a growl, but I couldn't help myself, I was too thrilled and excited to try any attempt at control.

My thumb presses against his ass hole, movig in circle, pressuring, but not actually entering him. Clark moves down, against my thumb, silently begging to be taken, I can tell the friction of my hands on his ass is delightful, if the weeping cock over my hand is any indication. "It's almost hard to believe this is happening." He answer with a moaned 'yeah'. I take the lube in hand, and open it. "I'll make love to you, Clark, like you deserve." His eyes find mine, and the smell of strawberries fills the room, as I spread the flavored lube on my fingers. "Making you feel it."

He gasps, my fingers touching his entrance, and I press a finger against the tight, virgin hole softly, but the stuborn thing won't give in. "Relax, love. You're too tense." He looks at me, green eyes shining.

"You'd be too... if you were to be taken for the first time... oh, god!" The inicial resistence falls out, and one of my index finger enters him, Clark tenses a bit at the strange intrusion, even if minimal, and I bit back a moan. His ass is so tight, my finger barely fit in. Just imagining that wet heat around my cock made me tremble.

Slowly, I press my finger in, until its all inside of my beautiful Clark. I lean down, to kiss his lips, coaxing him into relaxing and he loses himself some, making the process easier.

After a few moments, I feel Clark respond, his hips moving against mine some, his ass moving against my hand, and I know that's my cue. I began a thrusting motion, a shallow imitation of what's to come, in and out smoothly, gyrating my finger as it goes knucles deep into Clark, trying to find that--

"God, LEX!!" There you are... been looking for you, little prostate. "God, do that again... Please" I smile against his lips, licking them.

"Liked that, did you?" I say, and make sure to massage the little nub at my fingertip.

"Fucks, yeah... more. Lex, please. More..." I think I stopped breathing there. But, tahnkfully, I didn't stopped thinking, just moved back, and this time squeezed another finger, this time all the way in, not giving him time to prepare, and went straigth but that little spot that made Clark lose it. "Oh, yeesss!! Oh, Don't stop"

"You're so fucking hot like this, Clark" I move my fingers back, then forward, starting the thrusting motions, scissoring my fingers some, strecthing him, looking at his eyes, half closed, the sweet sounds falling from his lips, his ass moving down to meet mine, trying to swallow my fingers, and never let go. "Under me, begging me to fuck you. You drive me crazy, you know" I move my fingers against his prostate, he lets out a keening cry, his ass griding against my hand, my mouth by his ear. "I don't think I could ever get enough of you" I underline it with a rather vicious thrust against his swet spot.

I feel him shiver agains him, like a leaf. "Oh, damnit, Lex, just do it already. Please, just fuck me. You won't hurt me, I swear" I take a deep breath, more for my sake than Clark. I've been waiting a little too long for this to hear that without wanting to fuck him into the mattress.

"This is your first time, Clark. You need--"

"I'll tell tell you if it hurts. I swear. Just, please, fuck me now"

Groaning, I move my fingers out of that tight heaven, and take a hold of his hips, taking deep breaths as I go, hushing that part of me that just wants to shove into him relentlessly, hump him like an animal. I take the lube, this time spreading it over my aching cock. Its cold on first touch, but it soon goes warm and wet over me.

He spread his legs even wider, inviting me again, and I take hold of his legs, push them up, against his body, exposing that pink puckering virgin heaven. One more chance. "Ready, Clark??" I ask, setting the blunt head of my cock against the tight entrance. he simply nodded, pressing his ass against my cockhead, moaning sluttily. Yep, he's ready.

With steel control I didn't know I had, I press against his hole. My head slips pas the soft initial resistance, there's hardly any tense in Clark now, as if some sexual monster had awaken in him, and he gasps out as I move my cock in slowly, until I'm all the way inside him, our hips pressing against the other.

Clark's ass moves, against me, I don't see any pain or disconfort on him, only pleasure, and I'm greatly relieved. One, because I've had my share of screwing virgins, and there were always complains about pain, and two, because I didn't want anything to taint my first time with Clark, specially pain or discomfort.

Clark's grip tightens around my neck, pulling me to him and we kiss passionately, and his ass grips my cock even tighter. Oh, yes, I'm in heaven. Clark is like nothing I've ever had, the emotion, the excitement... even his fucking ass is too good to be true, gripping me like a glove a size too small for a hand, barely fitting, like he would pull my cock off if his ass would be any tighter. "Clark..."

"Lex... move. Please, move. Fuck me, deep and hard. Like you said. like you mean it"

Growling, I move back, until only my head lays inside him, then forward, slamming home all the way in, hear him cry next to my ear, his flush hips moving against mine, his back arching off the bed. I moved into him, setting a tempo slow, but deep and unshakable, making it so I would touch that spot inside of him on each thrusting, hearing his cry, how his ass would tighten around me, that slick, tight, heat driving me insane with each passing moment.

I bit him. I don't know what made me do it, but I suddenly felt like tasting the tanned skin, feel the deepest of his ass while tasting his skin, feel his hair against my scalp, and his puibc hair against my hips, each time I ram into him, I felt him scratch my back, moving at my rythm, meeting my cock, each thrust deeper than the last, half words fell from his lips: obscenities, begs, pleasure-induced incoherencies caressing my ear, setting another tingling heat to spread over my body. I've always been a little sensitive by the ears.

"You feel so fucking tight around me, Clark. Like your ass was made for my cock to fuck. you're so fucking perfect."

It couldn't last long. Something as perfect as this couldn't last long. Clark was just perfect, it was like he knew by instint what to do, where to touch, how to grasp. Whisper by my ear, hold me close, pulling him to me, trying to get me impossibly closer, touching anywhere reachable in a possessive kind of way as good as the tight heat claiming my cock.

"Yes!! So close, Lex. Don't stop... More, please. So damn good, Lex. Harder, keep going. Oh, Lex!"

I felt my balls tighten, new the impending orgasm was coming and, losing one of Clark's legs, which he immediately wrapped aroung my waist, reached between our bodies, to grasp Clark's hard, pulsating cock, and stroke it to our rythm. He cried, his whole body tensing to the new stimulation, like he couldn't take much anymore. I let my control lose after that.

The slow tempo changed, still remaining deep, but also turning quick, savage, a little errotic. I stroke Clark as I shoved into him, seing him lose control, felt his weeping cock convulse, how his face turned the most delicious looking shade of pink, my name falling from his lips, and his body tensed, I felt his seed shooting between our bodies, his ass convulsing erratically, trapping my cock, giving me that final step into paradise.

It was something that seemed to explode from my pelvis, and spread over my body like a wave. I buried myself as deep as I could inside Clark, feeling that tumoil of bliss take over me for as long as it lasted, Clark's convulsing ass milking me, as if hungry for my sperm as I filled it with my essence, I froze deep inside Clark until that first, explosive rush went away, and the unevitable aftershocks came.

When the tremors stopped, I let myself fall next to Clark, regretting it ended as I moved out of him, but somewhat content to hear him groan in protest as I moved out. I blindly kissed his cheeks in comfort, felt him smiling against my mouth.

I opened my eyes, and met one of the most precious things I've ever seen. Clark was laying there bonelessly, a lazy smile on his face, his black hair a moist at the root, due to transpiration, his cheeks as pink as his mouth, and his green eyes looking at me as if they were throwing naughty, sweet personal little secrets away, and I was the only one there to pick them up. Clark took a deep breath.

"Fuck, we gotta do this, again" I can't help but smile at my Clark, not being able to agree more with him. "That was... indescribably superb" I laugh, arching an eyebrow at him.

"So, you liked it??" He gives me a look, the kind that says 'are you kidding me??'. I move over, laying on top of him again, leering at him sensually. "You loved my cock inside you, taking you higher and higher, making love to you, every nerve end in your body just reacting to me. You were so delicious, Clark." And I kiss him deeply, our tongues moving sensually against the other.

"When we do this again, Lex, it's gotta be just like this time. Not a single change" the funny thing about it is... he's saying it like he means it. I rest my head on my left hand, and start moving my fingers over his chest lightly.

"I wouldn't know, Clark... this position is very good for beginners, because it makes your ass tighter, and you feel more, but if i'd take you on your knees, I'd be able to fuck you deeper. Or, if you sat on top of me." Oh, the look he gave me. It's priceless. A kid lost in a toy shop, that's what it is, discovering all the joyful joys of his fantasy land.

"Really?"

"Really. And those are the most common ones, there are many things we can try" I seriously answer, enjoying the remains of his innocence.

"Well... then we'll buy a book. Make an schedule and try them all" I don't think I've laughed so much, so honestly in one day. Its like, while I'm with Clark, it all sounds brighter and better. "and pick another lube.. why does that one smells like strawberries, Lex??!!"

"Because I love you." I simply answer, he looks at me funny in response, like I've grown three different heads. "Everytime I think of you, I stay attached to your lips, I'm obsessed with your pretty mouth, when I'm done ravishing it. It's so swollen, sweet and red, like a ripe strawberry." Like a blossoming rose, he smiles just so openly.

"Alright... we'll keep the strawberry lube." Them, he bits his lower lip, and I got the nagging idea that the moment is about to bbe ruined. "Do you think Bruce will be mad cause I kicked him out??" There, moment ruined.

"god, Clark. Do we have to talk about Bruce NOW?!?! We just had sex. FINALLY!" I know its childsih, but I can't stop getting riled up by the mere thought of him. Taking a deep breath, I sit on the bed, glaring at the far wall, specifically at Clark's football jacket hanging there. "He's probably scheeming a way to do us apart, and will come back as charming and entertaining as he could ever be, if not to torment me, then because he really like you"

I feel Clark move, the conforting weight of his head on my shoulder. "I won't let him come near if you want, Lex." Startled, I look at Clark, not really believing my ears. To my surprise, Clark looks as serious as it could get. "I mean, he's nice and all, but I know he's a little too interested in me, and I know you know I was just trying to get a reaction out of you, so it's only fair I keep my distance, now that I know for sure we're together, and not just... whatever we were. Get it??"

"Yes..." Stop talking, Lex, don't say a word, he's willing to kick the bastard goodbye, and you can't blow that. Oh, crap, I love Clark too much to cotrol him. "Clark. You're your own person, if you want to keep speaking and meeting Bruce, I have no right to forbid you from doing it. Don't push a potential friend away for me. It'll only make you feel miserable in the end, and all I want is for you to be happy. With me"

Clark gives me one of those megawatts smiles again, leaning his head on my shoulder once more. "And that is why I love you. You're selfish, controling, a little dark, and possessive, but when it comes to me, its like none of it exists. You're willing to fight everything that helped you live, to show you care. Just like me"

I know what Clark means. Now, I finally knows what he means. He once said we wouldn't make love until I came clean to him, and he meant this, the comminment. The moment I saw Bruce trying to set his claws on Clark, I just didn't care about anything, I forgot the code of acting, calcutating moments, strategies, EVERYTHING. I just wanted Clark, By my side, and happy. Away from everyone else, and didn't give a damn about what anyone thought, as long as it didn't affect Clark, and therefor, I'd be willing to go against myself o prove myself worthy of him.

About him figthing that which helped him live, I know he means his secret. But even though my mind screams me to ask about it, I only smile at him, and tell him I undestand. I'm sure he knows what I'm thinking, that I should be finding my way into uncovering each of Clark's secrets, but I think I'd rather listen to the part of me yelling I shouldn't care about that, the one saying Clark would come to me on his own, to just enjoy his kisses, his company, our love for as long as we can have it.

Hell, if after nearly three months of frustration and abstinence, exploding in anger, jealousy and later honesty got me and Clark to a wonderful first time and an impending second, third, etc, etc... maybe this guiding emotions thing is not that bad after all, and that speech long ago was just the stupidest thing I 've ever heard.