Watching and Listening

"Oh God, don't stop. Please-" The tall, dark-haired man was gasping for breath. Words were stuttering out, jerky and nearly incoherent.

The other man was smiling, genuine and raw. "Not stopping, Clark." Stroked a shaking hand down a long expanse of smooth, pristine skin. "C'mon, boy scout, open those eyes."

Shock in those eyes. Long, sooty lashes fluttering open, and those eyes were so open. Lust pouring out of them. They looked a dark gray on the camera, but the man watching from the room across town knew they varied from a bright, mossy green to a dark bluesy-green, the color of the ocean on the Pacific side.

Huge, hypnotizing eyes. Perfection in those eyes. Breathless moan on those pillow soft lips. Whispery keening noises were breaking from that throat in sharp pants of air.

He could almost taste it. Sweet and soft and unearthly. Unique. Mouth-wateringly delicious.

The man wringing those distinct noises from young Clark Kent was grinning in triumph, gliding his tongue up the skin of his neck...nipping and tugging with straight, shiny teeth.

Tasting that skin. Skin, the watchful man thought with a blinding rage, which should rightfully be tasted ONLY by him.

Not taking his eyes off of the screen, he snapped, "Play it."

And Clark Kent's shaky voice came over the speakers, loud and clear.

~"God, okay. I'm not even sure if this is on." *click* "Stupid thing. Okay. Um, hi! I'm Clark. Okay, this is stupid." *click* "Okay. Uh, this is really weird, but Chloe said that I need to talk things out, get things off my chest, and I guess I do. I guess I've got to actually say it out loud. And, I'm pretty sure this is the only way I ever will...other than talking to the cows."~

Sitting in a deep, leather chair, watching as Clark's body arched up against his blonde, smiling companion, he settled in, fingers curling against the arms of the chair.

~*sigh* "I didn't think this would be so hard to say. I mean, it's just me, here, and I'm still tripping over myself. I opened my eyes the other day, and I realized that everything was different. And, the same."~

All the training his father had slammed into him over the years, and he found himself trembling as he watched, listened. Clark's agile body was trembling now, jerking with the thrusts of the hand that was rammed down the front of his ancient jeans.

~"I've lost so much in such a short time. My dad, Lex, Lana, and now my heart. GOD!" *huff* "Could I sound like any more of a GEEK! Geez."~

A bittersweet smile could not be stopped from slipping across the scarred lips, twitching at Clark's exasperated tone. Which was, of course, in complete opposition of the sight on the screen. Clark's head was thrown back, silky hair spread against a wall. He was biting his lower lip, hard. A tiny drop of blood welled up, dripping down his chin, only to be lapped up by an eager tongue. Big hands were raised above the body laid across him, clenching and unclenching as though afraid to touch.

~"I'm in love. With my friend...well, I don't know if I can say friend. Not really. I don't know. I'll always think of him as my friend, but...things have changed between us so much."~

Shooting up in his chair, the man had to blink away the shock that had blurred his vision. What the hell?

~"We're nothing alike. Or, at least, that's what everyone is always telling me. But, there's something about him that feel more familiar than anything else on this planet. Something that feels like home." *sigh* "I can't help but think, sometimes, that maybe I was brought here just for him. Just to be with him, some way."~

The screen was full of movement, harsh in the intensity of the moment. Clark's bed partner was shoving those frayed jeans past slender hips, exposing a full, firm, swollen cock. That full, pouty mouth fell open in a silent scream as he was swallowed down an all-too ready mouth.

Breathing became difficult for the voyeur, sitting alone in the room. Clark's voice surrounding him. He was unable to look away.

~"He seems so far away from me, now. We're so far from each other. And...I miss the way he used to look at me. Sometimes, I think maybe he's still looking at me that way, and he just won't let me see. I don't know. It's probably just wishful thinking. But. I realized in the weirdest way. And, Ollie says he doesn't care. I know it bothers him, but he gave me my first-" *a shaky laugh* "my first blow job...like ever, the other day...and when I...when I was at the end. When I came...I called out HIS name. And I can't seem to not do that. Whether I'm alone, or not, I always call out HIS name. And, I don't know what to do anymore."~

He watched Clark get so close, and he was trembling right along side him. The blonde man on the screen was inconsequential at this point, and he watched, holding his breath, as the long, muscled body tensed. Flushed, and eyes squeezed shut tight. Lips flew open wide, screaming, "LEX!"

~"I can't stop loving him. I don't even want to. But, how am I supposed to go the rest of my life...loving someone who wishes I'd never even been a part of his life?"~

The voice was shaking, tight and harsh. There was a slow, shuddering breath before the voice continued.

~"I don't want to be alone. And, even when I'm with someone else...I'm still alone. I think, well, I think that no matter who I meet...what happens in my future, I'm always going to be alone, as long as I'm not with him. Because...I'm his. My love is his." *chuckle* "Boy, I'm pathetic, aren't I? Not that you can answer...cause you're a machine. Okay, well, that's enough of that, I guess. Wow. I guess maybe I do feel a little better. Huh." *click*~

Lex Luthor stood up in the now silent room, watching the falsely grinning man sit up, licking his lips. Watched as he turned away, a mask snapping into place over the hurt that had blanched his cheeks.

"Ollie, I'm sorry-"

Oliver Queen turned towards Clark, mask firm now, "Clark, I knew the score getting into this. And, I don't expect anything from you. Honestly, I'm just grateful for what I can get."

Oliver and Lex both watched, though from different vantages, as a guilty flush stole over Clark's stunning face.

"Maybe one day," Oliver started, "things will be different." He stopped at the anguished look on his lover's face.

"I'm his."

Lex watched as Oliver drew his shoulders back, nodded, and walked towards the door. He stopped at the entryway, turning his head to look over his shoulder. "Until he comes to collect, I'll be back. I'm not willing to give up that easy."

Dark hair shimmered as Clark's head fell forward. "Yeah. Well, if we're waiting on him to come collect, I suppose I'll be here for as long as you want me."

Lex didn't see the grateful smile on Oliver's face. He was too busy running for his car. The next video would be different. Very different.

He was going to collect what was his.

****I'm planning on adding more to this, including a nice, sexy chapter on the 'reunion'. Please, let me know what you think. I really hope you like this.
~Morgan