Intoxicated

Title: Intoxicated
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, sex, language, roughish, PWP
Spoilers: 4x11
Pairings: Clark/Jason
Summary: Driven by red Kryptonite, Clark’s inhibitions are a thing of the past. An attraction he’d tried to ignore refuses to be hidden any longer.
Setting: 4x11
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.


“Clark. What are you doing here?” The tone isn’t as friendly as Clark could have hoped for, but there’s still a measure of affection in there somewhere. That same smile Jason would give Clark as he watched him play is there just beneath the surface, Clark is sure of it.

He pushes his way into Jason’s modest apartment, oozing a confidence the old Clark Kent could never have imagined pulling off. He’s almost sure he can feel Jason’s gaze on his back as he enters the kitchen, pretending to look around.

“Clark?”

“Nice place.” Clark lies, not trying too hard to disguise it.

Undisturbed, Jason remains focused on his burning question. “I asked why you’re here. Did Lana send you?”

Clark spins around, scoffing at the accusation. “Please. Lana and I barely talk these days. I’m here for my benefit. And maybe yours if you play your cards right.”

Thrown by Clark’s attitude, Jason doesn’t let his confusion show as he regards his old quarterback. “Care to enlighten me?” He asks, casually. “You’re acting kinda weird. Even for you, Clark.”

Smirking, Clark moves closer to the unsuspecting college boy, a feral look to his eyes as he closes in on his prey. “I’m seeing things a little more…clearly. And I’ve decided it’s time to take what I want.”

Nervous but determined to keep it hidden, Jason maintains his mask of indifference. “And that would be?” He asks, a slight annoyance creeping into his voice, as he grows tired of Clark’s riddles.

“You.” Clark states, now terrifyingly close. The spark between them could start fires; it seems to ignite so intensely.

That same intoxicating need to close the gap and surrender to the inevitable comes over Jason, practically forcing him to give in. “You should go.” Jason finds himself saying. His head continues to control his mouth, yet every other muscle in his body refuses to listen.

“I don’t think you want me to go.” Clark sighs, leaning in until the space between them is barely visible. The moment Jason closes his eyes; Clark closes the gap and draws the older boy into a kiss.

“Stop. Clark…we can’t do this…” Jason tries to pull back but Clark’s overeager mouth refuses to be denied. “I can’t do this to Lana…”

“You broke up.” Clark reassures him, continuing his onslaught and feeling Jason sinking into submission. He continues to steal kisses, pulling away when Jason surrenders completely. “She’s never going to find out, I promise.” The words are soft, designed to lull you into a false sense of security.

Jason can sense the danger behind those words, he isn’t easily fooled. “Is this some kind of game you’re playing, Kent?”

“With you? Maybe.” Clark smirks, casting a quick glance at the door to the living room. In one swift movement, Jason has been ushered inside and half-thrown down onto the couch. “Having fun yet?”

Looking up at the muscular teenage boy, far too strong for his age and undeniably handsome, Jason’s will power diminishes as each second passes. He can’t admit how much he wants this, but then it seems as if Clark already knows. And as the other boy straddles his hips, towering over the stunned blond as he pulls his shirt off, Jason realises things aren’t right. “What’s gotten into you?” He asks, fazed and perhaps even a little bit turned on at how easy Clark has manoeuvred him into this position. “If this is another one of those creepy Smallville things, you need to snap out of it now, before you do something we both regret.”

“Lana hasn’t been giving it up, has she?” Clark remarks, obviously enjoying his newfound power over the college boy. “You’re so desperate for it I can smell it on you.”

Jason glares up at the younger boy indignantly. “This isn’t you, Clark.”

“Oh, it is me.” Clark smirks, leaning down to kiss Jason’s exposed neck playfully before biting his earlobe. “I’m just finally admitting what I want. You should try it some time.”

“I want Lana.” Jason struggles to get out, his nerves beginning to show. “I love her…”

“You might love her but something tells me it’s not Lana you want.” Clark points out, sliding his leg between Jason’s and brushing up against his growing erection.

Busted, Jason can’t make excuses to get out of this one. Instead, he opts for the moral high ground, desperately clinging to his will power. “You need to go, now.”

“Say it like you mean it.” Clark dares him, his eyes wide with amusement.

“Clark…” Jason begins, stopped instantly as the dark haired boy leans down and presses his lips against Jason’s, waiting for him to give in. It doesn’t take much persuading and before Jason can stop himself, his lips part and the kiss grows wildly out of control. No longer able to fight, Jason reaches up and cups Clark’s face, allowing the teenage boy to overpower him until his body screams out for oxygen.

The moment the kiss breaks, Clark roughly pulls Jason’s t-shirt over his head and runs his hands firmly up the blond’s chest, forcing Jason onto his back. “Have you ever done this before?”

Jason doesn’t answer, his heart beating that little bit too fast at the thought of what he’s getting himself into.

“Me either. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Clark assures him, not even sure whether he can keep that promise while he feels so out of control. The desire hidden so deeply under all that angst and fear is now burning brighter than anything Clark has ever experienced. There is no fear…just need.

Jason’s pants are pulled free and quickly discarded, leaving the blond naked and more than a little vulnerable to Clark’s gaze. “Do you even know what you’re doing?” Jason asks him, wondering how much of Clark’s confidence can be backed up with any kind of sexual experience.

“I came prepared.” Clark grins, reaching into the pocket of his jeans and retrieving a small tube of lubrication and a condom.

“What? You just woke up this morning and decided you needed to buy lube and a rubber to fuck your ex-coach with?” Jason asks, unbelievingly. “Or have you been planning this for a while? Just waiting for Lana and I to break up?”

Sliding the condom over his erection, Clark rolls his eyes at Jason’s questions. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. Today just so happens to be the day I stop ignoring what I want. I recommend you do the same.” He grins suggestively at the confused man, running his lube-covered hand down the shaft of his cock in preparation. “Tell me if it hurts.” He warns as he reaches down and pulls Jason’s legs apart, sliding a lubed finger inside the other boy’s ass without warning.

Despite the initial shock and small amount of pain, Jason can’t deny how good it feels as Clark fucks him with a slowly increasing number of fingers. His ass is slowly stretched out ready for Clark’s cock and Jason can’t help but reach down to start running his hand up and down his hardened length, eager for a release he hadn’t expected to need so badly. The soft sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips make Clark smile, his arousal hitting new levels as he watches Jason jerking off beneath him. It isn’t long before Clark grows impatient and removes his fingers, moving his body in closer until the head of his cock is pushing at Jason’s entrance.

“Do it!” Jason demands, needing to get the feeling of being filled back.

Clark doesn’t need telling twice as he sinks deep into the older man, feeling the tight heat surrounding his cock until he’s sure he’s in heaven.

“Shit, Clark…” Jason gasps, his fists balling up to help relieve the pain as Clark begins to pull out.

“Too much?” Clark eases up a little, needing Jason to enjoy this as much as he is.

“Just keep going.” Jason orders, forcing himself through the pain out of sheer desperation for more pleasure. “I didn’t say go easy on me!”

Clark grins, thrusting back inside with enough force to push the smaller man a few inches across the couch. “Like that?”

“Fuck, yeah…” Jason moans, his hand quickly closing around his cock again. “More!”

“You’re forgetting, you’re not my coach anymore.” Clark teases, sliding his cock deeper into the other man’s ass. “So what’s with all the orders?”

Grunting at the pleasurable pain tearing through every inch of his body, Jason smirks back at Clark. “Maybe I just like bossing you around.”

Increasing the force behind his thrusts, Clark watches in amusement as Jason comes undone beneath him. “Would that turn you on? You want to tell me what to do? Order me around? Bend me over your desk and fuck me until I beg for more?”

Continuing to jerk himself off, Jason increases the speed as he gets dangerously close to the edge. “Jesus, Clark, where’d you learn to talk like that?” He groans, feeling every inch of Clark inside him, nudging his prostate until he can barely control himself.

“That’s what you thought about, all those times I came to talk to you in your office, isn’t it?” Clark demands, raking his nails down Jason’s chest hard enough to leave red marks.

Gritting his teeth, Jason refuses to answer that.

“It’s what I thought about.” Clark smirks, leaning down to kiss Jason’s shoulder gently before biting him once again.

“Fuck!” Jason hisses, gripping the side of the couch.

“It’s all I’ve thought about since you first showed up.” Clark admits, moaning as Jason clamps around his cock reflexively. “You feel so fucking good, you know that?”

“Fuck me harder, I’m so close…” Jason breathes out, desperately. “Fuck, harder!”

Grinning, Clark obliges and begins to drive into the human with barely restrained movements that force out cries from both men. “Lana’s not making you come, is she? I am. Look at me.” Their eyes lock as Clark reaches down and takes over from Jason’s hand, running his fist up and down Jason’s erection with fast and hard strokes that finally push Jason over the edge.

“Clark!” Jason cries out, coming in the other boy’s hand as Clark continues to pound into him. It seems as if every time Clark moves, Jason’s prostate sends tremor of ecstasy through his body, lighting up every nerve in his body until he’s practically high from the sensation. He can barely feel it when Clark comes, slowing down until his erection begins to subside.

While Jason’s heart is still beating incredibly fast, Clark looks almost unaffected by their activities. No sweat and not out of breath, but wearing the same look of satisfaction Jason is feeling. He leans down and kisses Jason one last time before climbing off and grabbing his clothes.

“Didn’t peg you as the type that fucks and runs.” Jason remarks, dryly. He can’t believe how easily he’s given into something that he swore he wouldn’t and yet to Clark, it’s as if it’s no big deal. Not the way Jason had expected things to go at all. “Then again, didn’t exactly expect any of this.”

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought you did.” Clark smiles, coyly. “But don’t worry, we’ll be doing this again.”

“Oh, we will?” Jason sits up, still dumbfounded by Clark’s bizarre behaviour. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” He frowns as his eyes catch on the strange necklace Clark is wearing; the small red stones shine as if light were reflecting off them. They’re beautiful, but hardly Clark’s style. “Whatever it is that’s done this to you, I hope you don’t go blaming me when you’re back to normal.”

Shrugging, Clark opens the door and looks back at the dishevelled blond. “Maybe next time you can act out that little fantasy of yours.”

Jason looks away and shakes his head in bemusement. “Just keeps getting weirder and weirder…” He mutters to himself as Clark shuts the door behind him. Running his hand over his face, he wonders if Clark had meant the promise of a next time, already picturing all the things he wants to do to that beautiful and impossibly strong body. Lana is the last thing on his mind as he decides to collect his things together, ready to return to Smallville.


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End (I'm working on a chapter 2, but can't promise anything)