I Melt

Title: I Melt

Author: BuffyAngel68

Date: December 12th

Fandom: Smallville

Pairing: Clark/Lex

Rating: R

Summary: Snowball fights lead to damp clothes. Damp clothes lead to fireplaces.... Title and some elements of the plot inspired by the Rascal Flatts song. WARNING: Not innocent Clark. This is established relationship.

Disclaimer: I'm not making money off this piece of fiction and I don't own Clark, Lex, Whitney, Jonathan (... not even one) or any of the other residents of Miller-Gough Ink's marvelous incarnation, Smallville. I own only my fantasies of passionate, beautiful men sharing mutual pleasure in the darkest hours of the night....

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Part of the Slash Advent Calendar of 2003 at
http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2003


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Panting heavily, Lex Luthor stared up into the ebony night sky, fascinated momentarily by drifting clouds of his breath obscuring the stars. When he'd recovered slightly, he addressed the jubilant young man before him.

"That... was not fair, Clark, and if that's the way you're going to be... I'm not playing with you anymore." Lex laughed as he leaned against the Kent barn, brushing snow off his jacket and trying, without much success, to pull more fluffy white material from under his collar.

Clark's final move in their impromptu snowball fight had been to sneak up behind his opponent and cascade a double handful of icy crystals over Lex's head. It had gained the younger man a temporary victory, which he was now celebrating by jogging back and forth in front of his friend, fists held high in imitation of Sylvester Stallone and humming a barely recognizable version of the theme from "Rocky".

"Adriennnne!" Clark shouted, head thrown back and a wild grin on his face.

"You'd better be calling on your favorite guardian angel, Kent, because as soon as I get my breath back... you are going down."

"Really?"

"Bet on it."

"I'll take that bet. Come and get me, oh ancient one."

This comment made Lex straighten away from the wall, a sly grin twisting its way onto his lips.

"Would you care to repeat that little slur?"

"You didn't catch it the first time? I could go find my grampa's old hearing aid, if that'd help...."

Shaking his head, Lex stepped forward menacingly, tugging his gloves more tightly onto his hands. Clark chuckled and began to backpedal.

"Oh, farmboy.... when I catch you, you are so going to pay..."

"Yeah, you might catch a cold, but you'll never lay a hand on me."

"Oh? I seem to recall last weekend you were asking me to do exactly that. Not asking, really... more like begging."

Clark's smile dissolved and he swallowed powerfully.

"Lex.... now who's not playing fair."

"When it comes to revenge, Clark... fairness is irrelevant."

"Revenge? Lex, now... just wait a minute..."

Still backing away, Clark felt his heel catch on something buried under the snow and a moment later he was flat on his back. Before he could recover from the shock, Lex had dropped on top of him, straddling his hips and sitting tall, in total control, for the moment at least. The older man knew it wouldn't last; in truth he didn't exactly want it to, but he smiled wickedly down at Clark, intent on making the most of the few minutes of power he'd been graced with.

"Now... what shall I do with this insolent, ill-mannered teenager? Obviously, he needs to learn when to keep his mouth shut... and when to open it. What's the best way to drive home my point? Hmmm? C'mon Clark. You tell me. How should I... punish you?"

For emphasis, Lex briefly dropped his hips down an inch or two and ground his rapidly swelling cock against Clark's. The younger man exhaled loudly and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Lex... I'm sorry.... whatever you want. Anything...."

"Anything? You need to be careful what you promise, Clark. I have a vivid and often twisted imagination..."

"I mean it. I want you, Lex... I really will do anything..."

"You did say your parents won't be home until morning?"

"Yeah...I told you... they... they're at a... an overnight Christmas Eve party.... at some... friend's of theirs... in Granville.... Lexxx... you're driving me crazy..."

"Good. The hotter I get you, the more you want it. And the more you want it... the more I want you. Your jeans and shoes are absolutely soaked, Clark. I'm not in much better shape." Lex commented serenely as he lifted himself off the other man and up to his feet. at dat do you say to going in the house and getting out of these cold, wet clothes?"

Overwhelmed by his desire, Clark could only manage a slow nod as Lex helped him stand. The two walked back to the house side by side, hands tightly interwoven.

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"What's that for? I checked the lights, Lex. We didn't lose power. Besides, isn't the fire enough?" Clark asked from his spot near the kitchen door where he was removing his sneakers and socks.

Turning from his task, Lex smirked gently at his lover and blew out the match he'd been using to light a series of candles on the mantle above the fireplace.

"You've never heard of romance? I have so much to teach you."

"So get over here."

"I was also giving you time to get undressed. Now it looks like I'll have to do it for you."

"Like I mind?"

Rising, Lex strode to where Clark waited and hooked his fingers in the waistband of Clark's damp jeans, pulling the other man forward and their bodies tightly together. As Clark softly voiced his mixed appreciation and frustration, Lex stripped his lover's pants and briefs down to his ankles and urged him to step out of them. He then stepped back and got out of his own clothes, both dry and unpleasantly clammy. When Clark began to unbutton his flannel shirt, however, Lex stopped him.

"Leave it on."

"Lex..."

"You said anything. Leave it on and go lay down by the fire."

Smiling, Clark turned and complied, feeling Lex's eyes on him all the way across the room. Knowing his lover was watching only made the anticipation keener and Clark felt his pulse and breathing speed up.

Once Clark had settled down with a throw pillow from the couch under his head, Lex slowly moved to his side, joining him on the floor. For a long moment the older man simply leaned on one elbow and studied his lover, drinking in the varied shades the flickering firelight created in Clark's dark hair and entranced by the warmth and passion in the other man's eyes. Then, unable to resist any longer, Lex leaned in and slid his mouth across Clark's chin and up to lick the luscious, slightly parted lips that were so enticing to him.

"Wha... what do wantwant, Lex? Just ask... you know I'll say yes..."

"I know... all I want right now is to be close to you, Clark... later we'll make love, but for now.... just touch me... and keep kissing me..."

A moment later, Lex drew in a sudden, sharp breath as Clark's warm fingers nudged his legs apart, wrapped around him and began to stroke and squeeze. He reveled in the sensations for a few minutes, then reached for Clark as well, determined to give as good as he was getting.

"Le...Lex... ah, God... no.. not yet, okay? Let this b-be for you..."

"You don't have to wait, Clark..."

"I do. Please... let me do this..."

"Alright. Go for it, farmboy..." Lex agreed, retreating reluctantly. Clark's familiar grin returned full force. Lex the control freak still existed, but only in the day-to-day world. With Clark he was willing to let go completely, but the concept was still new and strange to him and Lex occasionally needed a small push to get past his barriers and find total release. Leaning close, Clark whispered heated words in Lex's ear; words he knew would help drive his lover over the edge.

"Gonna make you lose it, baby... you wanna lose it... huh? You ready to come for me? Gonna make you come so hard... that's my long, strong baby..."

"Clark... God yes... need you..."

"C'mon... that's it... talk e, Le, Lex... tell me all about it..."

"Ahhh... Clark... so hot... love your voice... love your hands on me.... yeah..."

As his orgasm struck, Lex wrapped his arms around Clark's neck and held on, head buried in his lover's shoulder until the shaking and muscle contractions ceased. Eventually, the two pulled apart, Lex beaming an expression of love and gratitude at Clark.

Suddenly Clark giggled. "What?" Lex questioned, pulling back a little more.

"Nothing. Just dirty little holiday songs running through my head."

"Uh-huh... such as?" Lex prompted, bathing Clark's face and neck with his tongue.

" 'All I want for Christmas is a long, slow f ...' " Clark sang, censoring himself when Lex glared faintly at him.

"You've already got a punishment coming for mouthing off and calling me old... you want another for swearing?"

Clark smiled and answered him with a single word.

"Duh!"

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