Afternoon Delight

***I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I profit in any way from their use.


Lex climbed the stairs to Clark’s Fortress of Solitude, unsure of what he would find. The last time he had talked to his friend, two days ago, they had made tentative plans for the weekend, contingent on Lex’s work schedule. Clark had agreed to call him early Saturday morning, and, if things were calm at the plant, he would come over and spend the night. Jonathan and Martha were in Metropolis celebrating their anniversary.

But, here it was three o’clock in the afternoon, and not a peep from Clark. At first, Lex was annoyed; then he got worried. Clark was used to being up at the crack of dawn, and it wasn’t like him to forget an engagement or to just blow somebody off. He was unfailingly polite, a trait that Lex found most endearing.

“Clark,” he called. “Are you here?”

There was no answer, even though he could hear muffled sobs coming from above. Taking the last few steps two at a time, Lex arrived at the top and glanced around, spotting Clark face down on the sofa.

“What is it, Clark? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Lex. Would you please just go? I want to be alone.”

“Not until I find out what’s going on. Did something happen?” Kneeling down on the floor beside the sofa, Lex patted Clark’s shoulder soothingly.

“Don’t,” Clark hissed, jerking away from him.

“Sorry, Clark.” Lex got to his feet with a frown, more than a little hurt by his friend’s reaction. After a minute or two passed in complete silence, he decided to try again, wounded ego aside. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

“Leave it alone, Lex.”

“Come on, Clark. Just talk to me. You’ll feel better, I promise.” His tone was coaxing, voice warm and rich like honey as he used his considerable skills of persuasion. “Did something happen with Lana?”

“Damn it, Lex,” Clark shouted, sitting up with a scowl that marred his beautiful face. “You want to know what’s wrong with me? Fine. I just figured out I’ll never be able to have what I want.”

“I know it may seem that way right now,” Lex said gently, “but things change quickly when you’re a teenager. By tomorrow, whatever happened with Lana will probably be a distant memory. The two of you will …”

Exasperated beyond reason, Clark got to his feet and shoved his way past Lex, screaming in frustration. “I’m not talking about Lana.”

“I don’t understand.”

“What are you doing here anyway?” Clark grumbled, his posture sullen and defensive. “I assumed you would be sleeping in today.”

Lex shook his head in confusion. “Why would you think that?”

“You know I’m really not as clueless as you like to think.”

“Clark, I’m lost. If you want me to understand what the hell you’re talking, you’re going to have to be a little more specific.” Starting to get angry at the young man’s attitude, Lex stepped forward, invading Clark’s personal space with an icy stare.

“Tall, curvaceous blonde – does that ring any bells?” Clark snorted when Lex threw up his hands and shrugged. “I saw you with her last night.”

“I believe you’re referring to Erica Jenkins, Clark. She and I had a business meeting. That’s all.”

“Some business,” Clark sneered. “I’d love to work in a field that required me to suck face that way.”

“It was a simple goodnight kiss between business partners, and I … wait a minute. Were you spying on me?”

Horrified by the suggestion, Clark placed his hands flat against Lex’s chest and pushed hard, creating some desperately needed space between them. “No. Mom and Dad left early for Metropolis and I thought I would just stop by and see if you were busy.”

“So you saw me with Erica and just assumed you knew what was going on? Shit, Clark, I’m used to everybody in this town thinking the worst of me, but not you. If I’m with a woman, then I must be fucking her, right? That really doesn’t say much for …” Some part of Lex’s brain finally processed what Clark had said a couple of minutes earlier. “You figured out you’ll never have what you want, but it’s not about Lana,” he mumbled.

Clark was seething now, and it made him reckless in a way he was never allowed to be. Squeezing Lex’s arms just above the elbows, Clark shook him roughly, ignoring the shocked look on his face. “Stop saying her name. She’s not a part of this.”

“And by this you mean?” Lex inquired sarcastically, quirking one eyebrow for maximum effect.

Enough was enough, even for a boy with the patience of Job, and Clark’s fingers slid up and tightened dangerously on those deliciously angular shoulders as his mouth took what he had been dreaming about since the day he gave Lex CPR. Nothing tentative or hesitant in his approach; he demanded a response and Lex gave him one, moaning hotly at the feel of Clark’s tongue scouring his mouth.

Walking Lex backward until he was pressed against the wall, Clark thrust his pelvis forward and rubbed up and down, letting their cocks grind together. Lex squirmed delightedly, luxuriating in the feel of strong arms holding him firmly in place until the cold splash of reality hit and he remembered to whom said arms belonged. Wrenching out of Clark’s grasp, Lex slid along the wall, away from the warm, solid body that had been the inspiration for fantasies too numerous to mention since he arrived in Smallville.

“Damn it, Clark. You have no fucking idea what you’re doing.” Even as he uttered the words, Lex knew how Clark would take it, knew he would think the words to be a commentary on his performance. Frankly, Lex didn’t care at the moment. He was willing to use anything that would put Clark back in his proper place, safely out of reach.

To his amazement, Clark followed him, grabbing his wrists and slamming him against the wall once more. “Wrong, Lex. I know exactly what I’m doing. And you like it.”

Willing the cynicism into his voice, Lex proceeded to systematically dismantle Clark’s confidence, determined to protect the sweet, innocent boy even from himself. Clark was confused; there was simply no way he knew what he was asking for from Lex. He was far too young and inexperienced. “Clark, really. Any hot young thing rubbing against my cock is going to make me hard. But hot young things are a dime a dozen, and I’ve fucked plenty of them. You and I were meant for better things.”

“Tell me what’s better than this,” Clark smirked, his hips giving a little shimmy as he rotated slowly against Lex, feeling the older man’s cock jerk in response.

Irritated by Clark’s refusal to back down, especially in light of his own noble sacrifice, Lex lashed out angrily. “Don’t make me hurt your feelings, Clark. I’ve tasted the sweetest pussy, blown the best dick, and fucked the tightest ass. You couldn’t possibly compete.”

“Which would explain why you’re always hanging around me, Lex. Giving me those wistful, yearning glances every time you think I’m not looking. Shamelessly flirting with me every time you think I am looking. All because you’re not interested.”

“What do you want, Clark? To be the latest in a long line of beautiful young men I’ve fucked? Would that make you feel better? Fine, drop your pants and bend over.”

Lex sounded so petulant that Clark couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps he wasn’t so far out of reach after all. Cradling Lex’s skull in his hands, Clark licked a path down the pale, smooth skin, pausing to suck gently at the delicate hollow just above the collarbone. Lex shivered convulsively, whispering a protest that Clark didn’t even bother to acknowledge.

“Clark … I’m not … we can’t …”

Sliding his hand up a muscular thigh to cup the proof refuting those words, Clark used his superspeed to strip Lex down to his silk boxers. “We can and you are.”

Dropping to his knees, Clark mouthed Lex through the soft material, hungry lips gliding along the length of his arousal. The moans coming from Lex’s throat might not have been audible to a human, but Clark heard them, and they sent something akin to electrical shock waves straight to his cock. He, clumsy, inexperienced, naïve farmboy, was making Lex Luther moan. It was a rush better than red Kryptonite, an addiction he knew he would never be able to abandon. And, if he had his way, he’d make Lex moan every day, several times a day.

Grabbing the remaining garment worn by the object of his affection, Clark rent it easily, tossing aside what was left as he studied his prize. Lex’s penis, suffused with blood, was a sharp contrast to the porcelain skin covering the rest of his anatomy. Looking was no longer sufficient; Clark had to smell … touch … taste. He buried his face in Lex’s hairless groin, breathing in deeply to inhale the unique scent of the man who had suddenly become the center of his universe.

With a muffled curse, Lex surged against him in silent supplication, one hand guiding his cock up to Clark’s mouth. Not wanting Lex to take control, Clark pushed the man’s hand away, replacing it with his larger one. Lex gave a small sob as Clark teased him, rubbing the hard shaft along the sides of his face.

“Please … oh, please, Clark.”

“What do you want, Lex? Tell me what you want.” Clark’s voice was gravelly, husky with desire in a way that Lex had only heard in his dreams.

“Suck me,” Lex pleaded. “Take me in that beautiful mouth of yours. Sweet, cocksucker mouth. You were made for this, baby.”

Clark thought for a minute he was going to come in his pants, just from the sound of Lex’s voice. Breathy words, oozing sex, begging him, Clark Kent. Lex, a Luthor, who never begged for anything.

“You’re killing me, Clark. Shit, do something, anything.”

Giving in to temptation, Clark swirled his tongue around the head, lapping at the fluid-covered slit like a cat with a bowl of sweet cream. Cupping Lex’s balls gently in one hand, Clark slid his mouth down over the satiny covered steel, feeling it pulsate underneath his tongue. He could feel Lex holding back and he looked up, frowning.

“Let go, Lex. You won’t hurt me.”

“No, Clark. You’re in control.”

“Yes, I am," Clark smirked. “And I want you to fuck my mouth.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” Lex cautioned, feeling like he’d been punched in the stomach.

“I’m not asking, Lex.”

The commanding tone was too much, and Lex surrendered, coherent thought banished as he tangled his fingers in Clark’s dark curls and pulled the boy’s luscious mouth over his cock, thrusting deep. Feeling Clark’s gag reflex, Lex just keep pushing, without hesitation, forcing himself into that tight, hot space.

Clark was looking up at him, green eyes wide with wonder, and Lex stroked his thumbs down prominent cheekbones, asking for more. Relaxing his jaw, Clark gave Lex the room he needed to bury himself to the hilt. Ecstasy coursed through his veins, the feeling so intense it was painful. Letting one hand drop to Clark’s throat, Lex massaged it gently as his other hand yanked hard on Clark’s hair, pulling his head back to create a better angle.

The rhythm was slow at first, hard entry into that wet, velvety smooth heaven, necessary but reluctant slide back out out, possible only because Lex knew how absolutely exquisite it was going to be when he pushed his way back inside. All too soon, his hips were picking up speed, slamming his cock into Clark’s throat so roughly that it had to hurt.

“So fucking good, Clark. Better than I ever imagined.” With one final thrust, Lex came with a growl.

Pushing back against Lex’s hips, Clark savored the hot spray filling his mouth, sucking gently until he heard a pained protest. The smell of sex was intoxicating, bringing a smile to Clark’s face as he let Lex slip out of his mouth. Getting to his feet, he took Lex’s mouth in a brutally passionate kiss, shoving his tongue firmly between pink lips to share the taste.

Lex finally tore his mouth away, gasping for air. “So what happens now?” he panted.

“Now I fuck you,” Clark grinned.

“Isn’t this moving a little fast?”

“On the contrary. It feels like I’ve been waiting forever.”

“I don’t want to just be your fuck buddy, Clark. I want more.”

“Don’t be stupid, Lex. Of course we’re going to have more. I love you. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”

Lex’s mouth dropped open, stunned by Clark’s admission. “You love me?”

Clark nodded, an amused expression on his face. “And I know you love me.”

“I do.”

“Good, because I don’t want to share. From now on, you’re mine.”

Bristling at Clark’s tone, Lex stared at him defiantly. “What gives you the right to dictate …”

“Mine,” Clark repeated, his tone brooking no argument as his hands closed over Lex’s skull.

Recognizing the strength beneath the restraint Clark was exercising, Lex submitted to it, collapsing against his lover’s hard body with a whispered “yours.”