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Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,624
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Colossal Youth
Title: Colossal Youth
Author: MeLi
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: CLex – This is SLASH. Don't like, Don't read.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the boys, but I don't. I own nothing. No profit made.
Feedback: Yes, please. remmirath@fibertel.com.ar
Webpage: http://meli-clex.tripod.com/
Summary: It’s a date. Right?
Challenge: At the end of story (Read story first)
Beta: Witch Hazel. Thanks hon, you’re a gem! ((Any remaining mistakes are my own.))
AN: Part of the ClexFest at: http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/ClexFest
AN2: The ingredients for the drinks are at the bottom of the page.
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Colossal Youth
eLi eLi
October 2002
Clark was nervous. He was going out on a date. With Lex. Of course, they’d joked about it, but it was still a date. They hadn’t mentioned that word – date; not when Lex asked Clark out to the concert, not when Clark asked Lex what kind of clothes he should wear – he’d never been to a charity rock concert only open for Metropolis’ elite youth before, for obvious reasons, mainly because he didn’t exactly qualify as a part of Metropolis’ elite youth. And then there was the fact that they weren’t even spending the trip to Metropolis together. Not because they hadn’t planned to, but because Lionel’s late call on Friday evening ‘requesting’ his son’s presence in Metropolis by Saturday morning happened to ruin those plans. And now Clark would have to go all the way to Metropolis by himself. He’d be going in the limo, though, which made it a little better. But the limo lost most of its appeal with no Lex in it.
His mood improved a little when Chloe told him she’d be going to Metropolis that day as well, to visit a friend she’d said, and he’d offered her to ride with him. There was no use of her taking the bus when he’d be going in the at at the same timhloehloe knew about Clark’s crush on Lex – though she’d said Clark’s *lust* for Lex would be a more accurate way of putting it – and as soon as Clark made the offer she started babbling about how she’d help him ‘prepare for seduction’. Of course she knew Lex wanted Clark – she had a journalist’s observational skills – but Clark kept choosing to ignore it, so she decided she’d try to ease her friend’s nervousness a little. And it seemed to work; she’d helped him to pick some new clothes – tight black jeans that really accentuated his muscles and didn’t allow the use of underwear, a black mesh shirt that left little to the imagination, and a black sweater to cover it he’d lose after getting in the car, but that he’d wear as he left the house not to give his parents a heart attack – and when they were in the limo and she started saying how good he looked and how Lex would love it, Clark relaxed a little.
“So, will you be getting to one of the bases, or are you planning on hitting a home run?” Chloe asked half an hour after leaving Smallville. He could tell she’d been dying to ask him about it since he’d told her about the date.
“Chloe!” Clark said, blushing. “Don’t you think it’s– “
“You say it’s too personal a question, and I’ll smack you. Come on, Clark, I have no sex life (yet), let me live a little trough you. Besides, I find the thought of you and Lex together surprisingwellwell, *hot*.”
“Why, Chloe, I didn’t know this voyeuristic side of you. I knew you were snoopy, but not to this particular level,” Clark grinned as Chloe rolled her eyes. “Okay, if I tell you, will you drop the subject? I’m nervous enough withoulkinlking about it.”
“I promise. Now tell me! Or should I guess?” She smiled brightly at him.
“I’d like to hit a home run,” Clark said, blushing an even darker shade.
“What?!” Chloe yelled, her eyes round. She lowered her voice. “Really? I was teasing you, I didn’t think… Hey, that’s great! You have to make sure you tell Pete.”
“What? Why?” Clark looked suspiciously at her. He was planning on telling Pete eventually, but her sudden interest in his knowledge was… strange.
“Because I bet him you’d lose your virginity before he did, and I really want to win! He thought that with your crush on Lana it’d take you forever to–“
“I get it, Chloe,” Clark cut her off. “Thanks for your faith.”
“Hey, with the way you and Lex look at each other? After you got a clue, I had no risk of losing!”
“Have, not had. Nothing happened yet, remember?”
“Clark, believe me, there’s no way Lex’s gonna turn you down. All you have to do is ask him.”
“You make it sound so easy…”
“It *is* easy, Clark. If I wanted a guy and he looked at me the way Lex looks at you, I wouldn’t hesitate at all. There’s just no chance he’ll say no.”
“Thanks, Chloe. Even though I’m still uncertain, you saying this is reassuring.”
“Yeah, because I only said it a thousand times before,” Chloe snorted.
“Maybe it’s the proximity of the date…” Clark’s stomach flipped when he thought how soon he’d be seeing Lex. “Please, can we talk about something else?”
“Sure. You already told me what I wanted to know. I’ll ask for details tomorrow, though,” she said with a grin, and, for Clark’s benefit, changed the subject.
The trip passed fast enough, and Clark was glad that Chloe was there once she stopped making baseball comments. She actually helped him to keep his mind off what would be happening later that evening. But as the limo stopped at Lex’s penthouse, his nervousness returned ten times worse.
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Lex was mad at his father. Not that it was anything new, but he was really pissed off this time. He should be in the limo with Clark right now, not walking into his penthouse after a fhourhour-long meeting with no breaks. He sighed and tried to calm down. Clark would be arriving within the hour, and he wasn’t about to t hit him with his problems. Tonight should be fun.
Seeking relaxation, Lex took a long shower, and slowly dressed into his chosen outfit. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he liked what he saw. Tight leather pants hugged his lower half perfectly – no underwear, of course – and a black organza shirt encased his o. Ho. He’d thought about mesh, but he didn’t want to scare Clark off. The leather pants were enough of a show-off, and the transparency of the shirt was more than sufficient display.
Checking his watch, Lex went to the study to pour himself a drink. He had twenty minutes before Clark arrived, and he started to feel a little nervous. It was funny, this was the most innocent date of his life – God, he’d be lucky to just get to kiss Clark – and yet he was experiencing anxiety over it. He didn’t recall feeling like this before – not even when *he* was 15. It must be the whole caring for the other thing. He’d never cared for anyone before, not after his mother died and Pamela leHe hHe hadn’t expected to, either; but it was a pleasant surprise. If Clark hadn’t cared for him as well, he might have hated himself for it; but the fact was that Clark did, and not only did that reciprocity make him glad he cared, it also broadened the feeling to proportions he hadn’t known they could reach. Clark was the one thing in his life that made it worth living; the dearest and most important, his number one priority. Always. God, even in his own head he sounded like a lovesick teenager! And wasn’t he supposed to be the adult here? Well, apparently nobody was impervious to falling in love. Not even the Luthor part of him was strong enough against it. And for that, he was grateful.
He was so lost in thought, he didn’t hear Clark come in. He didn’t notice him until he was entering the study, gleefully greeting Lex, a huge grin lighting his face. He’d given Clark the card to open the elevator door to the penthouse and informed security he’d turn up, so that he could show himself in, in case he was still trapped in the damn meeting.
“Clark! I’m sorry, I lost track of time. You look amazing!” Lex said, taking in the sight. So mesh wouldn’t have been crossing the line too much, after all. “New outfit?” ‘Don’t drool, Lex, you learned to control that before you even talked,’ he scolded himself.
“Thanks, yeah… Lex, you look…” gorgeous, stunning, exquisite, sexy as hell, “wonderful.”
Clark’s eyes kept wandering between the leather pants and the transparent shirt. Lex smiled. A real smile. One of those saved just for Clark.
“Thank you. We should get going if we want to have dinner before the concert.”
“Okay,” Clark’s eyes managed to reach Lex’s, and the heat there made Lex want to screw the concert and get Clark to the bedroom. He had to remind himself this was Clark, and for him he was willing to take it slow. Besides, apart from what those eyes showed now, he had no evidence of Clark wanting him. They hadn’t called tonight a ‘date’, and for all Lex knew, Clark could be thinking of it as an evening out with a friend. He just wouldn’t do anything that could jeopardize their friendship.
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The restaurant was quite full. Of course, one of them being Lex Luthor, they didn’t have to wait for a table. They were just showed to the best one as soon as they stepped through the door.
It was a nice place, most of its clientele seemed around Lex’s age. Were dressed like him, too, and Clark felt a little awkward in his jeans, even if they were much tighter that the ones he usually wore. The mesh shirt, however alike to what the other’s were wearing it was, allowing him to feel less out of place, mostly served to make him feel on display, which did nothing to ease his uncomfortableness. Some of the people there *stared* at him, which made him feel even more distressed, and made Lex put a possessive hand on Clark’s forearm and glare at them. Clark liked the feeling of having Lex grabbing him like that; it warmed something inside him and made him hard all at once. But the latter was something of a problem, with the tightness of his jeans. He believed everyone would notice, as though there was a neon sign over his head reading ‘boy with a hard on here’. He was relieved when they reached their table and sat. The last thing he wanted was for Lex to perceive his condition and ruin their friendship. After all, he wasn’t completely sure Lex liked him *that* way. Never mind what Chloe said. She *could* be wrong.
“Are you wearing eyeliner?” Clark asked after ordering their drinks – a Manhattan for Lex and a coke for Clark. Lex tried, but he couldn’t get Clark to have a pre-dinner cocktail. And now Clark was glad about that decision; if he was staring at Lex like this while he was sober, he didn’t want to imagine what he’d do if he got alcohol in his system, not knowing what the effects would be, if any. Except trying not to imagine just led him to imagining, and were his pants shrinking?
“I am. I wondered whether you’d notice,” Lex said, happy that Clark was paying that much attention to him.
“I always pay attention to you.”
Oh well, so Lex’d said that out loud. He hadn’t expected to reach that place where his thoughts and words got mixed this fast. He’d hope much less clothing would be involved at that point. Oh, well.
He just smiled.
“It looks good,” Clark said, blushing just a little. And when would he be outgrowing that again?
“Thanks. I’m glad you like it. I thought maybe it’d be too much. I mean, with the clothes and everything. But then again, you *awearwearing mesh…”
“Your clothes are great,” Clark said not wanting to focus on the mesh not-covering his upper body. “You should dress this way more often,” and wasn’t that an idea, walking into the mansion and meeting Lex dressed like this…
Lex snorted. “I’m sure people at the plant would appreciate it. And the customers at the Talon wouldn’t be shocked at all.”
“Well, I meant around the castle, but the Talon sounds good too. As long as I’m there to keep people away from you.”
Was Clark... Oh, there’s the delayed blush. Clark hadn’t realized what he was about to say. So Lex wasn’t the only one experiencing a little trouble controlling what he said.
“I don’t think people would be shocked. Not enough to not appreciate the view, anyway.” And why was he still talking? Clark thought he’d learn to shut up after realizing the relationship between his brain and his mouth was non-existent. He was grateful the waitress chose this moment to take their order, maybe this way he’d finally verbalize his thoughts *after* they went through his mind. The problem was they hadn’t decided what to order yet. She left when Lex asked her for a few more minutes to do so.
“What are you in the mood for, Clark?” It was almost a purr.
Not unaware of the innuendo brought by that tone but choosing to overlook it, Clark looked at his menu. It seemed all they served was food that wouldn’t require the use of silverware. Kind of a fancy fast-food restaurant. And wasn’t that interesting, to watch Lex lick his fingers… ‘Okay, Clark, focus on what you want to eat. The *food*, Clark. Jesus.’ Great, so now he had to talk to himself to keep some semblance of control. After a short while, he decided to have a cheeseburger, and Lex went with a chicken club sandwich.
After the waitress returned and they placed their orders, Lex carried on with their previous conversation.
“You should dress like this more often, as well. This look becomes you,” Lex said, aware of how happy he’d be if Clark suddenly decided to ditch flannel in favor of this kind of clothes. “If you do, maybe I’ll wear this more often.”
“Nah, I’d rather have you like this just for me,” Clark said. The blush preceded the words this time, letting Lex know Clark was conscious of what he was going to say beforehand, proving that his hearing hadn’t of of a sudden gone defective. However, he still wasn’t sure if Clark meant it, or if he was just teasing. Clark was a natural tease. Had it been anyone else, he’d go for it, never mind not being sure how they felt. But this was Clark, and knowing there was a chance Clark was just playing along, flirting but not wanting anything else, Lex thought once again he would not to risk their relationship on an impulse for a moment of pleasure. Not unless Clark gave him a clear and niabniable sign that he was interested in him as well. Lex hated thensecnsecurities; he wasn’t used to them, he’d never felt this way before. He just *took* whatever he wanted. And why did he always have to overanalyze everything? At last he settled with allowing himself to flirt back.
“You can have me anytime you want,” Lex said in atry try voice, the oncoming a little heavier than he’d intended the coquetry to go, but a good response altogether, he decided.
“I will take you up on that,” Clark answered, and what ever happened to that decision of thinking before talking? Apparently, his mouth decided that consulting his brain once per conversation was enough. Oh, well, at least this way he could watch Lex’s reactions to what he would never say if his brain was the one in charge. And since his words made Lex smile, he was happy it wasn’t. He still felt about to spontaneously combust, though.
After their meals were brought, Lex worked to keep the flirting level to a PG-13 for the rest of the dinner. He was sure otherwise, Clark was likely to catch fire with the way he was blushing.
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It was early, but the club was already packed when they got there. Clark wasn’t sure why the *charity* concert was taking place in a club rather than a theater, but decided since it was more according with the bands’ style as well as the people there, that should be the reason. He couldn’t imagine groups like Babasonicos playing for a sitting audience, nor everyone in here calmly listening to the music; the public was bound to be wild.
It would be another half hour before the bands started to play, so they made their way to the bar to get something to drink. Clark surprised Lex by asking him for some sweet cocktail. And here he was, thinking he’d never get to see Clark ingest the tiniest amount of alcohol. He wasn’t about to complain, though, so he ordered a Purple VW for him, and a Naked Navel for himself. When the bartender gave them their drinks, Clark began to make some sarcastic comment on how strange it was for Lex to drink something violet-colored, but Lex cut him off with a smirk as he handed the glass with the purple liquid to him.
“I would have given you Purple Love, but I thought it’d be too much of an ingredient mix for your first cocktail.” Clark felt his body react before he understood it was another drink Lex was talking about. And it wasn’t like he’d said he’d give him a Hot Dick or anything – yes, Clark *did* know something about drinks, even if it was about a few. And he knew he was *really* lacking self-control. ‘Come on, re-focus on what Lex’s saying. That’s not so hard, Clark.’
“Same goes to a Purple Problem Solver…”
“Do you know every drink that includes the word ‘purple’ in its name?” k ask asked, his lips twisting into an amused smile.
“Just a few,” Lex said, and found himself echoing Clark’s smile. “Come on, we should move to the center if we want to see anything,” Lex indicated as he led Clark toward the middle of the crowd standing in front of the stage. The show would be starting anytime now. And Clark’s problem with his pant’s tightness wasn’t getting any better with Lex standing so close. The same was happening to Lex, who once again wished Clark would give him a sign already, whether one of liking him just as a friend, or of wanting something else. Of course, he’d prefer the latter, he so hoped for it, but he really needed to stop wondering, which he wouldn’t until he knew how Clark felt. And if all Clark wanted was friendship… well, at least he wouldn’t be torn up in doubt anymore. He really, really wished Clark wanted more, though.
“It’s interesting how style differs from person to person, here,” Clark said, taking in the bodies surrounding them, able to look now that he didn’t feel in the spotlight, wishing for the pressure in his groin to subdue some.
“You’ll notice the same in the bands, and not only in their language and origin. But it’s only in charity concerts like this you’ll find this much diversity. Otherwise, clubs don’t tend to mix styles, the public usually doesn’t appreciate such variety. They have delimited likes, and stick to them. Moonpools and Caterpillars wouldn’t usually share an audience with Touch and Go.”
Clark loved it when Lex explained things to him. He had a great passion when the subject appealed to him, and never left any detail out. And even when his interest wasn’t particularly piqued, he took the time to answer Clark’s curiosity. He seemed to like introducing Clark to new things.
Clark was about to ask what different kind of groups would be performing tonight, when the dim lights went off all the way and music started to play, and Lex turned around to face the stage. His back to Clark, he was standing right in front of him, and Clark couldn’t tear his eyes away from the smooth skin of Lex’s scalp. Babasonicos’ ‘Rubi’ could be heard over the noise of the crowd, and Clark noticed he hadn’t expected them to be the first to perform. It was still kind of weird for him to listen to songs in Spanish. And the video of the song, played in the screen on the left of the stage, never failed to make him blush. It had a guy masturbating; he started with the song, and came just before it finished. They only showed his face. He realized they had a new version of the video, playing on the other screen. Same concept, only girl instead of boy. He also realized he’d been right on suspecting the public would be wild; they were jumping and pushing – this was a slow song, for God’s Sake – and suddenly he found himself pressed tightly against Lex’s back from shoulders to knees. Which meant his erection was compelled against Lex ass. Which meant Clark started to panic.
When Lex felt Clark against his back, or more exactly, when he felt Clark’s hardness, he froze. For a nanosecond, he couldn’t move a muscle. This was it, the sign he’d been waiting for, and as he rapidly dismissed that part of his brain that tried to consider all possibilities of Clark being hard for anything other than him, he turned around faster than the time he’d been immobilized, and locked his lips to his best friend’s.
Clark’s panic fled. Not only had Lex no problems with the state of his manly anatomy, but he was kissing him. *Kissing* Clark. Clark made a quick note of never ever questioning Chloe again, and he melted into the kiss.
Clark was kissing him back, and Lex was in heaven. Clark’s tongue in his mouth, Clark’s hands all over his back, a small thrust of Clark’s hips against his that made their cocks rugethgether through two layers of clothing. Lex decided he wouldn’t wait any longer; he wanted Clark’s dick, and he wanted it right *now*. Breaking the kiss, he grabbed Clark’s hand and pulled him through the crowd toward a darker corner of the club. Falling to his knees, he nuzzled Clark’s crotch through his jeans, and quickly undid the fastening.
Clark couldn’t believe what was happening. Lex Luthor was on his knees in front of him, unzipping his jeans in a room full of people. The situation was hot as Hell. And knowing they could be seen if anyone decided to take their eyes away from the stage only made it all that more exciting. Then he was engulfed by wet heat, and his brain short-cut. All it registered was the sight of Lex in front of him and the pleasure that spiked through his body. He knew he wouldn’t last long, having been hard for what felt like forever.
Lex was happier than he ever remembered being. Everything he’d wanted for so long was coming about, and it couldn’t have been better. Well, maybe alone in the penthouse would be better, but they’d have time for that. Doing this in public was one of Lex’s greatest kinks. Doing this in public with *Clark*… It was beyond anything he could consider. Knowing Clark wouldn’t last much, he shifted to rapidly deep-throat him – which earned him a thrust of Clark’s hips – and started massaging Clark’s cock with his throat muscles.
As Lex swallowed around him, the arousal Clark felt throughout the evening reached its peak, and he came hard in Lex’s mouth. No way of controlling the rock of his hips as his orgasm washed over him. Lex kept swallowing, drinking all Clark had to offer.
When the tremors in Clark’s body subdued some, Lex gave Clark’s barely softening cock a last lick, tucked him into Clark’s pants and zipped them. He got to his feet to be pulled into a hungry kiss, Clark’s arms around his waist pressing him close. Acknowledging on the back of his mind that Moonpools and Caterpillars were playing ‘Colossal Youth’, he threaded his hands through Clark’s hair, deepening the kiss, sucking on Clark’s tongue.
Clark licked every corner of Lex’s mouth, reveling in the taste of himself in his best friend’s mouth. Lex had promised nothing would come between their friendship, so being lovers would be a bonus to it, not a change to their relationship’s status. Their friendship would always come first. For both of them. WithWith a final lick to Lex’s upper lip, Clark said, “Let’s go to the penthouse.”
So to the penthouse they went.
End.
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Drinks’ ingredients:
Manhattan: Sweet Vermouth, Bourbon, Angostura bitters, Ice, Maraschino cherry, Orange peel
Purple VW: Blue Curacao, Grenadine
Naked Navel: Absolut Vodka, Peach schnapps
Purple Love: Blue Curacao, Whipped cream, Chambord raspberry liqueur, White rum, Vodka, Triple sec, Sprite, Grenadine, Ice, Chocolate
Purple Problem Solver: Vodka, Rum, Midori melon liqueur, Blue Curacao, Apple schnapps, Peach schnapps, Sweet and sour, Grenadine, Pineapple juice
Hot Dick: Bailey's irish cream, Grand Marnier, Espresso, Whipped cream
Source: The Webtender < http://www.webtender.com/ >
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Challenge: Clark, Lex at a rock concert. It's very crowded. One of the boys gets pressed up against the other very closely and hidden truths are revealed. Maybe even some nookie in public?? (kira-nerys)
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Author: MeLi
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: CLex – This is SLASH. Don't like, Don't read.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the boys, but I don't. I own nothing. No profit made.
Feedback: Yes, please. remmirath@fibertel.com.ar
Webpage: http://meli-clex.tripod.com/
Summary: It’s a date. Right?
Challenge: At the end of story (Read story first)
Beta: Witch Hazel. Thanks hon, you’re a gem! ((Any remaining mistakes are my own.))
AN: Part of the ClexFest at: http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/ClexFest
AN2: The ingredients for the drinks are at the bottom of the page.
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Colossal Youth
eLi eLi
October 2002
Clark was nervous. He was going out on a date. With Lex. Of course, they’d joked about it, but it was still a date. They hadn’t mentioned that word – date; not when Lex asked Clark out to the concert, not when Clark asked Lex what kind of clothes he should wear – he’d never been to a charity rock concert only open for Metropolis’ elite youth before, for obvious reasons, mainly because he didn’t exactly qualify as a part of Metropolis’ elite youth. And then there was the fact that they weren’t even spending the trip to Metropolis together. Not because they hadn’t planned to, but because Lionel’s late call on Friday evening ‘requesting’ his son’s presence in Metropolis by Saturday morning happened to ruin those plans. And now Clark would have to go all the way to Metropolis by himself. He’d be going in the limo, though, which made it a little better. But the limo lost most of its appeal with no Lex in it.
His mood improved a little when Chloe told him she’d be going to Metropolis that day as well, to visit a friend she’d said, and he’d offered her to ride with him. There was no use of her taking the bus when he’d be going in the at at the same timhloehloe knew about Clark’s crush on Lex – though she’d said Clark’s *lust* for Lex would be a more accurate way of putting it – and as soon as Clark made the offer she started babbling about how she’d help him ‘prepare for seduction’. Of course she knew Lex wanted Clark – she had a journalist’s observational skills – but Clark kept choosing to ignore it, so she decided she’d try to ease her friend’s nervousness a little. And it seemed to work; she’d helped him to pick some new clothes – tight black jeans that really accentuated his muscles and didn’t allow the use of underwear, a black mesh shirt that left little to the imagination, and a black sweater to cover it he’d lose after getting in the car, but that he’d wear as he left the house not to give his parents a heart attack – and when they were in the limo and she started saying how good he looked and how Lex would love it, Clark relaxed a little.
“So, will you be getting to one of the bases, or are you planning on hitting a home run?” Chloe asked half an hour after leaving Smallville. He could tell she’d been dying to ask him about it since he’d told her about the date.
“Chloe!” Clark said, blushing. “Don’t you think it’s– “
“You say it’s too personal a question, and I’ll smack you. Come on, Clark, I have no sex life (yet), let me live a little trough you. Besides, I find the thought of you and Lex together surprisingwellwell, *hot*.”
“Why, Chloe, I didn’t know this voyeuristic side of you. I knew you were snoopy, but not to this particular level,” Clark grinned as Chloe rolled her eyes. “Okay, if I tell you, will you drop the subject? I’m nervous enough withoulkinlking about it.”
“I promise. Now tell me! Or should I guess?” She smiled brightly at him.
“I’d like to hit a home run,” Clark said, blushing an even darker shade.
“What?!” Chloe yelled, her eyes round. She lowered her voice. “Really? I was teasing you, I didn’t think… Hey, that’s great! You have to make sure you tell Pete.”
“What? Why?” Clark looked suspiciously at her. He was planning on telling Pete eventually, but her sudden interest in his knowledge was… strange.
“Because I bet him you’d lose your virginity before he did, and I really want to win! He thought that with your crush on Lana it’d take you forever to–“
“I get it, Chloe,” Clark cut her off. “Thanks for your faith.”
“Hey, with the way you and Lex look at each other? After you got a clue, I had no risk of losing!”
“Have, not had. Nothing happened yet, remember?”
“Clark, believe me, there’s no way Lex’s gonna turn you down. All you have to do is ask him.”
“You make it sound so easy…”
“It *is* easy, Clark. If I wanted a guy and he looked at me the way Lex looks at you, I wouldn’t hesitate at all. There’s just no chance he’ll say no.”
“Thanks, Chloe. Even though I’m still uncertain, you saying this is reassuring.”
“Yeah, because I only said it a thousand times before,” Chloe snorted.
“Maybe it’s the proximity of the date…” Clark’s stomach flipped when he thought how soon he’d be seeing Lex. “Please, can we talk about something else?”
“Sure. You already told me what I wanted to know. I’ll ask for details tomorrow, though,” she said with a grin, and, for Clark’s benefit, changed the subject.
The trip passed fast enough, and Clark was glad that Chloe was there once she stopped making baseball comments. She actually helped him to keep his mind off what would be happening later that evening. But as the limo stopped at Lex’s penthouse, his nervousness returned ten times worse.
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Lex was mad at his father. Not that it was anything new, but he was really pissed off this time. He should be in the limo with Clark right now, not walking into his penthouse after a fhourhour-long meeting with no breaks. He sighed and tried to calm down. Clark would be arriving within the hour, and he wasn’t about to t hit him with his problems. Tonight should be fun.
Seeking relaxation, Lex took a long shower, and slowly dressed into his chosen outfit. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he liked what he saw. Tight leather pants hugged his lower half perfectly – no underwear, of course – and a black organza shirt encased his o. Ho. He’d thought about mesh, but he didn’t want to scare Clark off. The leather pants were enough of a show-off, and the transparency of the shirt was more than sufficient display.
Checking his watch, Lex went to the study to pour himself a drink. He had twenty minutes before Clark arrived, and he started to feel a little nervous. It was funny, this was the most innocent date of his life – God, he’d be lucky to just get to kiss Clark – and yet he was experiencing anxiety over it. He didn’t recall feeling like this before – not even when *he* was 15. It must be the whole caring for the other thing. He’d never cared for anyone before, not after his mother died and Pamela leHe hHe hadn’t expected to, either; but it was a pleasant surprise. If Clark hadn’t cared for him as well, he might have hated himself for it; but the fact was that Clark did, and not only did that reciprocity make him glad he cared, it also broadened the feeling to proportions he hadn’t known they could reach. Clark was the one thing in his life that made it worth living; the dearest and most important, his number one priority. Always. God, even in his own head he sounded like a lovesick teenager! And wasn’t he supposed to be the adult here? Well, apparently nobody was impervious to falling in love. Not even the Luthor part of him was strong enough against it. And for that, he was grateful.
He was so lost in thought, he didn’t hear Clark come in. He didn’t notice him until he was entering the study, gleefully greeting Lex, a huge grin lighting his face. He’d given Clark the card to open the elevator door to the penthouse and informed security he’d turn up, so that he could show himself in, in case he was still trapped in the damn meeting.
“Clark! I’m sorry, I lost track of time. You look amazing!” Lex said, taking in the sight. So mesh wouldn’t have been crossing the line too much, after all. “New outfit?” ‘Don’t drool, Lex, you learned to control that before you even talked,’ he scolded himself.
“Thanks, yeah… Lex, you look…” gorgeous, stunning, exquisite, sexy as hell, “wonderful.”
Clark’s eyes kept wandering between the leather pants and the transparent shirt. Lex smiled. A real smile. One of those saved just for Clark.
“Thank you. We should get going if we want to have dinner before the concert.”
“Okay,” Clark’s eyes managed to reach Lex’s, and the heat there made Lex want to screw the concert and get Clark to the bedroom. He had to remind himself this was Clark, and for him he was willing to take it slow. Besides, apart from what those eyes showed now, he had no evidence of Clark wanting him. They hadn’t called tonight a ‘date’, and for all Lex knew, Clark could be thinking of it as an evening out with a friend. He just wouldn’t do anything that could jeopardize their friendship.
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The restaurant was quite full. Of course, one of them being Lex Luthor, they didn’t have to wait for a table. They were just showed to the best one as soon as they stepped through the door.
It was a nice place, most of its clientele seemed around Lex’s age. Were dressed like him, too, and Clark felt a little awkward in his jeans, even if they were much tighter that the ones he usually wore. The mesh shirt, however alike to what the other’s were wearing it was, allowing him to feel less out of place, mostly served to make him feel on display, which did nothing to ease his uncomfortableness. Some of the people there *stared* at him, which made him feel even more distressed, and made Lex put a possessive hand on Clark’s forearm and glare at them. Clark liked the feeling of having Lex grabbing him like that; it warmed something inside him and made him hard all at once. But the latter was something of a problem, with the tightness of his jeans. He believed everyone would notice, as though there was a neon sign over his head reading ‘boy with a hard on here’. He was relieved when they reached their table and sat. The last thing he wanted was for Lex to perceive his condition and ruin their friendship. After all, he wasn’t completely sure Lex liked him *that* way. Never mind what Chloe said. She *could* be wrong.
“Are you wearing eyeliner?” Clark asked after ordering their drinks – a Manhattan for Lex and a coke for Clark. Lex tried, but he couldn’t get Clark to have a pre-dinner cocktail. And now Clark was glad about that decision; if he was staring at Lex like this while he was sober, he didn’t want to imagine what he’d do if he got alcohol in his system, not knowing what the effects would be, if any. Except trying not to imagine just led him to imagining, and were his pants shrinking?
“I am. I wondered whether you’d notice,” Lex said, happy that Clark was paying that much attention to him.
“I always pay attention to you.”
Oh well, so Lex’d said that out loud. He hadn’t expected to reach that place where his thoughts and words got mixed this fast. He’d hope much less clothing would be involved at that point. Oh, well.
He just smiled.
“It looks good,” Clark said, blushing just a little. And when would he be outgrowing that again?
“Thanks. I’m glad you like it. I thought maybe it’d be too much. I mean, with the clothes and everything. But then again, you *awearwearing mesh…”
“Your clothes are great,” Clark said not wanting to focus on the mesh not-covering his upper body. “You should dress this way more often,” and wasn’t that an idea, walking into the mansion and meeting Lex dressed like this…
Lex snorted. “I’m sure people at the plant would appreciate it. And the customers at the Talon wouldn’t be shocked at all.”
“Well, I meant around the castle, but the Talon sounds good too. As long as I’m there to keep people away from you.”
Was Clark... Oh, there’s the delayed blush. Clark hadn’t realized what he was about to say. So Lex wasn’t the only one experiencing a little trouble controlling what he said.
“I don’t think people would be shocked. Not enough to not appreciate the view, anyway.” And why was he still talking? Clark thought he’d learn to shut up after realizing the relationship between his brain and his mouth was non-existent. He was grateful the waitress chose this moment to take their order, maybe this way he’d finally verbalize his thoughts *after* they went through his mind. The problem was they hadn’t decided what to order yet. She left when Lex asked her for a few more minutes to do so.
“What are you in the mood for, Clark?” It was almost a purr.
Not unaware of the innuendo brought by that tone but choosing to overlook it, Clark looked at his menu. It seemed all they served was food that wouldn’t require the use of silverware. Kind of a fancy fast-food restaurant. And wasn’t that interesting, to watch Lex lick his fingers… ‘Okay, Clark, focus on what you want to eat. The *food*, Clark. Jesus.’ Great, so now he had to talk to himself to keep some semblance of control. After a short while, he decided to have a cheeseburger, and Lex went with a chicken club sandwich.
After the waitress returned and they placed their orders, Lex carried on with their previous conversation.
“You should dress like this more often, as well. This look becomes you,” Lex said, aware of how happy he’d be if Clark suddenly decided to ditch flannel in favor of this kind of clothes. “If you do, maybe I’ll wear this more often.”
“Nah, I’d rather have you like this just for me,” Clark said. The blush preceded the words this time, letting Lex know Clark was conscious of what he was going to say beforehand, proving that his hearing hadn’t of of a sudden gone defective. However, he still wasn’t sure if Clark meant it, or if he was just teasing. Clark was a natural tease. Had it been anyone else, he’d go for it, never mind not being sure how they felt. But this was Clark, and knowing there was a chance Clark was just playing along, flirting but not wanting anything else, Lex thought once again he would not to risk their relationship on an impulse for a moment of pleasure. Not unless Clark gave him a clear and niabniable sign that he was interested in him as well. Lex hated thensecnsecurities; he wasn’t used to them, he’d never felt this way before. He just *took* whatever he wanted. And why did he always have to overanalyze everything? At last he settled with allowing himself to flirt back.
“You can have me anytime you want,” Lex said in atry try voice, the oncoming a little heavier than he’d intended the coquetry to go, but a good response altogether, he decided.
“I will take you up on that,” Clark answered, and what ever happened to that decision of thinking before talking? Apparently, his mouth decided that consulting his brain once per conversation was enough. Oh, well, at least this way he could watch Lex’s reactions to what he would never say if his brain was the one in charge. And since his words made Lex smile, he was happy it wasn’t. He still felt about to spontaneously combust, though.
After their meals were brought, Lex worked to keep the flirting level to a PG-13 for the rest of the dinner. He was sure otherwise, Clark was likely to catch fire with the way he was blushing.
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It was early, but the club was already packed when they got there. Clark wasn’t sure why the *charity* concert was taking place in a club rather than a theater, but decided since it was more according with the bands’ style as well as the people there, that should be the reason. He couldn’t imagine groups like Babasonicos playing for a sitting audience, nor everyone in here calmly listening to the music; the public was bound to be wild.
It would be another half hour before the bands started to play, so they made their way to the bar to get something to drink. Clark surprised Lex by asking him for some sweet cocktail. And here he was, thinking he’d never get to see Clark ingest the tiniest amount of alcohol. He wasn’t about to complain, though, so he ordered a Purple VW for him, and a Naked Navel for himself. When the bartender gave them their drinks, Clark began to make some sarcastic comment on how strange it was for Lex to drink something violet-colored, but Lex cut him off with a smirk as he handed the glass with the purple liquid to him.
“I would have given you Purple Love, but I thought it’d be too much of an ingredient mix for your first cocktail.” Clark felt his body react before he understood it was another drink Lex was talking about. And it wasn’t like he’d said he’d give him a Hot Dick or anything – yes, Clark *did* know something about drinks, even if it was about a few. And he knew he was *really* lacking self-control. ‘Come on, re-focus on what Lex’s saying. That’s not so hard, Clark.’
“Same goes to a Purple Problem Solver…”
“Do you know every drink that includes the word ‘purple’ in its name?” k ask asked, his lips twisting into an amused smile.
“Just a few,” Lex said, and found himself echoing Clark’s smile. “Come on, we should move to the center if we want to see anything,” Lex indicated as he led Clark toward the middle of the crowd standing in front of the stage. The show would be starting anytime now. And Clark’s problem with his pant’s tightness wasn’t getting any better with Lex standing so close. The same was happening to Lex, who once again wished Clark would give him a sign already, whether one of liking him just as a friend, or of wanting something else. Of course, he’d prefer the latter, he so hoped for it, but he really needed to stop wondering, which he wouldn’t until he knew how Clark felt. And if all Clark wanted was friendship… well, at least he wouldn’t be torn up in doubt anymore. He really, really wished Clark wanted more, though.
“It’s interesting how style differs from person to person, here,” Clark said, taking in the bodies surrounding them, able to look now that he didn’t feel in the spotlight, wishing for the pressure in his groin to subdue some.
“You’ll notice the same in the bands, and not only in their language and origin. But it’s only in charity concerts like this you’ll find this much diversity. Otherwise, clubs don’t tend to mix styles, the public usually doesn’t appreciate such variety. They have delimited likes, and stick to them. Moonpools and Caterpillars wouldn’t usually share an audience with Touch and Go.”
Clark loved it when Lex explained things to him. He had a great passion when the subject appealed to him, and never left any detail out. And even when his interest wasn’t particularly piqued, he took the time to answer Clark’s curiosity. He seemed to like introducing Clark to new things.
Clark was about to ask what different kind of groups would be performing tonight, when the dim lights went off all the way and music started to play, and Lex turned around to face the stage. His back to Clark, he was standing right in front of him, and Clark couldn’t tear his eyes away from the smooth skin of Lex’s scalp. Babasonicos’ ‘Rubi’ could be heard over the noise of the crowd, and Clark noticed he hadn’t expected them to be the first to perform. It was still kind of weird for him to listen to songs in Spanish. And the video of the song, played in the screen on the left of the stage, never failed to make him blush. It had a guy masturbating; he started with the song, and came just before it finished. They only showed his face. He realized they had a new version of the video, playing on the other screen. Same concept, only girl instead of boy. He also realized he’d been right on suspecting the public would be wild; they were jumping and pushing – this was a slow song, for God’s Sake – and suddenly he found himself pressed tightly against Lex’s back from shoulders to knees. Which meant his erection was compelled against Lex ass. Which meant Clark started to panic.
When Lex felt Clark against his back, or more exactly, when he felt Clark’s hardness, he froze. For a nanosecond, he couldn’t move a muscle. This was it, the sign he’d been waiting for, and as he rapidly dismissed that part of his brain that tried to consider all possibilities of Clark being hard for anything other than him, he turned around faster than the time he’d been immobilized, and locked his lips to his best friend’s.
Clark’s panic fled. Not only had Lex no problems with the state of his manly anatomy, but he was kissing him. *Kissing* Clark. Clark made a quick note of never ever questioning Chloe again, and he melted into the kiss.
Clark was kissing him back, and Lex was in heaven. Clark’s tongue in his mouth, Clark’s hands all over his back, a small thrust of Clark’s hips against his that made their cocks rugethgether through two layers of clothing. Lex decided he wouldn’t wait any longer; he wanted Clark’s dick, and he wanted it right *now*. Breaking the kiss, he grabbed Clark’s hand and pulled him through the crowd toward a darker corner of the club. Falling to his knees, he nuzzled Clark’s crotch through his jeans, and quickly undid the fastening.
Clark couldn’t believe what was happening. Lex Luthor was on his knees in front of him, unzipping his jeans in a room full of people. The situation was hot as Hell. And knowing they could be seen if anyone decided to take their eyes away from the stage only made it all that more exciting. Then he was engulfed by wet heat, and his brain short-cut. All it registered was the sight of Lex in front of him and the pleasure that spiked through his body. He knew he wouldn’t last long, having been hard for what felt like forever.
Lex was happier than he ever remembered being. Everything he’d wanted for so long was coming about, and it couldn’t have been better. Well, maybe alone in the penthouse would be better, but they’d have time for that. Doing this in public was one of Lex’s greatest kinks. Doing this in public with *Clark*… It was beyond anything he could consider. Knowing Clark wouldn’t last much, he shifted to rapidly deep-throat him – which earned him a thrust of Clark’s hips – and started massaging Clark’s cock with his throat muscles.
As Lex swallowed around him, the arousal Clark felt throughout the evening reached its peak, and he came hard in Lex’s mouth. No way of controlling the rock of his hips as his orgasm washed over him. Lex kept swallowing, drinking all Clark had to offer.
When the tremors in Clark’s body subdued some, Lex gave Clark’s barely softening cock a last lick, tucked him into Clark’s pants and zipped them. He got to his feet to be pulled into a hungry kiss, Clark’s arms around his waist pressing him close. Acknowledging on the back of his mind that Moonpools and Caterpillars were playing ‘Colossal Youth’, he threaded his hands through Clark’s hair, deepening the kiss, sucking on Clark’s tongue.
Clark licked every corner of Lex’s mouth, reveling in the taste of himself in his best friend’s mouth. Lex had promised nothing would come between their friendship, so being lovers would be a bonus to it, not a change to their relationship’s status. Their friendship would always come first. For both of them. WithWith a final lick to Lex’s upper lip, Clark said, “Let’s go to the penthouse.”
So to the penthouse they went.
End.
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Drinks’ ingredients:
Manhattan: Sweet Vermouth, Bourbon, Angostura bitters, Ice, Maraschino cherry, Orange peel
Purple VW: Blue Curacao, Grenadine
Naked Navel: Absolut Vodka, Peach schnapps
Purple Love: Blue Curacao, Whipped cream, Chambord raspberry liqueur, White rum, Vodka, Triple sec, Sprite, Grenadine, Ice, Chocolate
Purple Problem Solver: Vodka, Rum, Midori melon liqueur, Blue Curacao, Apple schnapps, Peach schnapps, Sweet and sour, Grenadine, Pineapple juice
Hot Dick: Bailey's irish cream, Grand Marnier, Espresso, Whipped cream
Source: The Webtender < http://www.webtender.com/ >
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Challenge: Clark, Lex at a rock concert. It's very crowded. One of the boys gets pressed up against the other very closely and hidden truths are revealed. Maybe even some nookie in public?? (kira-nerys)
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