My Future

Dear Lex,

Hey! How are things going? You would not believe how boring it is here in Gotham. Exciting city, my butt. More like depression central. Yup. That's it exactly. They ought to rename the city. Oh wait. Gotham. Kind of sounds like gothic, huh? Which can be dark. Okay, never mind. Well, I guess I'll stop boring you to death. I miss you.

Yours, Clark

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Greeting and salutations, Clark.

I'm sorry to hear that your stay in Gotham is so disappointing. I had thought you'd find something to keep your interest. Ah well; you only have a month left in your journey into the caustic world of intrigue that is journalism. I'm quite sure you can manage to survive for that limited span of time. Clark, just so you are aware, you could never bore me. I appreciate your letters, and wait with anticipation for each and every word. You are missed, as well.

Sincerely, Lex

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Dear Lex,

Greeting and salutations?! Good grief, Lex. Could you get any more formal? (:-P) Oh, well. It's just cool to hear from you. I look forward to getting your letters, too. It's nice to know you haven't forgotten about me.
The Journalism Internship is going all right. It's just...I'm working under someone in the Gossip Column (basically), and if I hear one more thing about Bruce-flipping-Wayne, I'm going to claw my eyes out! Good grief! Who cares what girl he's going out with? Ugh. I'd rather be doing human interest. Actually, truth be told, I'd rather be doing ANYTHING instead of 'society'. Even classifieds.
Okay, well, I'll write you more later. I need to try and get some sleep. I haven't been sleeping very well lately. I'm been kind of...I don't know. Never mind. Are you okay? You would tell me if you weren't, right?
Okay, I'm getting off.

Yours, Clark

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Dear Clark,

It was good to hear from you. Why aren't you sleeping well? Is something wrong? If you're worried about me, don't be. I'm absolutely fine; I promise.
I'm sorry to hear about your dissatisfaction with the work you're doing. I certainly can understand your lack of interest in the love life of Bruce Wayne. It wasn't very thought-provoking back in school, either. (You can go ahead and insert a laugh there).
Clark, you wrote that you were glad I had not forgotten you. That should be the farthest thing from your mind. I couldn't forget you. It's an impossibility.
You know, I think I'll get off, myself.

Sincerely, Lex

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Dear Lex,

Your letter really made me feel a lot better. I don't feel as lonely when I hear from you. You're the only one I know that has the power to lift my spirits like that. Lex, it's a lot easier to talk about things this way. And...my father would probably kill me for this, but there's something I really need to talk to you about.
I feel like it's time I shared the things with you that you KNOW I've been keeping from you. You know? I know you do. Because, I hate lying to you. HATE it. It just makes me feel lousy. And, I know that it makes you think that I don't trust you...or maybe like I don't really care. That is NOT the way I want for us to be. Okay? So, tell me if this address is cool, and if it is...I'll get you another letter ASAP.
And, Lex...what EXACTLY did you mean when you said you were going to 'get off'? Cause...I don't think...
Anyway...my brain is obviously working overtime here. I'll talk to you soon.

Yours, Clark

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Dear Clark,

You are NOT to write ANYTHING down. Do you understand? Just wait until we see each other again, and you can tell me. Or, if you have to write it down...just...God. Just, write it down and keep it on yourself. You can give it to me, face to face. You can not trust that your words will not wind up in unsavory hands. Promise me you understand this, and that you won't do anything absurd.
Just so you're aware, Clark. It means everything to me that you WANT to tell me. So much more than you can imagine. I feel new doors opening for us. I can't wait to turn the handle, together.
And, explaining my previous parting comment is subject to face to face discussion, as well.

Miss you, Lex

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Dear Lex,

I think it's kind of cheesy that you're so paranoid, but it's really kind of cute, too. I'm looking forward to our 'face to face' discussion. I just hope that wherever we decide to meet...it's not too FAR OUT THERE. You know? Because, I don't think that we should meet anywhere that feels too OTHERWORLDLY.
Okay, I hope you understand what I'm feeling (aying-say). And, if you do...sorry. You're probably kind of ticked. You know. About the 'you know' and about me being a bit impatient. I really am finding it HARD to wait to discuss the 'other thing', too.
Hmm. I bet you're really ticked right now, huh? That, or something else? Maybe? C'mon, Lex. I've only been waiting, basically, for 4 years now.
You're totally gonna kill me, aren't you?

Yours, Clark

P.S. - Turn the handle? (Hmm...by 'handle', you mean...) Wow. Lex, that's so sweet and geeky. You rock.

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Clark,

Yes. I am TOTALLY going to kill you. You didn't pay attention to a single word I wrote, did you? I had to burn that letter. Do you realize that? I barely had time to read it, and appreciate the contents, before I had to destroy it.
You are a bad- Never mind, Clark. I understand (sort of) why you couldn't wait. (Because you're an impatient, slightly self-absorbed...)
Clark, as to the other...YOU have been waiting? I could just strangle you sometimes. I suppose it wouldn't hurt me too much to admit that it's rather 'hard' for me to discuss this particular topic, as well. For me, it's been that way since I opened my eyes on a muddy riverbank and saw my future staring back at me.
I'm not particularly effective with this sort of thing, Clark, and I really don't want to fail this time. Not, if what I think is happening, actually is.

Missing you still, Lex

P.S. - You WILL burn this letter the moment you are done reading it. --L

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Dear Lex,

Wow. Your future? I feel like I must be reading things into this, because there's no way it could really be real. Like...it's one of those 'too good to be true' things. You know?
I don't want this to fail either, Lex. I want this to be an always kind of thing.
You know, I can't believe you burned my letter. I mean, I appreciate it...'cause I know you were just protecting me, but still. Do you really think I'm self-absorbed, Lex? I guess I am, maybe. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be.
Hey, Lex...just HOW 'hard' is it for you to talk about things? Because, for me...it's nearly unbearable. I can't walk, breathe...I definitely can't run.
Only two weeks to go, Lex.

Yours, Clark

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Dear Clark,

You are incorrigible. I like that about you.
I'm sorry I had to burn your letter. I truly was not happy to have to do that. Your safety, however, is of utmost importance to me...above all else. Surely, by now, you know that. You mean a great deal to me, Clark. Your trusting me...it's the most precious gift. I hope you know, and believe, that.
You realize, Clark, that your letters are getting a bit...risqué. I'm not saying that I take an issue with that; I just find it very intriguing. What exactly has been going on in Gotham, Clark? Something you're not telling me?
By the way, of course you're a little bit self-absorbed, Clark. Don't take that the wrong way, though. Every one is, there are just varying levels. I didn't say that to give you a complex.
...My father just called, so I need to get off of here and go swing the metaphorical axe. I hope I hear from you soon...particularly about the difficulty you seem to be having with running.

Plotting the demise of many, Lex

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Dear Demise-Plotter,

Cute. Very cute. You should really stop giving in to the urge to place yourself in the 'big, bad Luthor' role. That's NOT who you are, Lex. You have so much MORE inside of you (or so I'm hoping to discover. How's THAT for 'risqué'?!).
And, of course I realize that I mean a lot to you. I'm just hoping we're on the same page. Because, if we're NOT, and I've been misinterpreting things, it's going to sound really weird when I tell you that I always wanted to see if the scar on your lip is the same texture as the rest of your mouth. I bet it's a little silkier. Smoother. I have to rely on guesswork, since I don't exactly have a heaping helping of experience with scars.
You're not going to yell at me for writing that, are you?
Probably. Oh well.
Lex, you're my best friend, and I don't want to lose that. Like, ever! I think, though, that we could definitely make this 'thing' we have work. You know? I hope you do.
You said you wanted to know more about my 'problems' (running, etc.). The truth is...it's kind of difficult to walk or run with three legs. I REALLY hope there's no need to expand on that further, because, quite frankly...I'm already bright red.
Good grief.
Okay, well, there's only 2 days to go, Lex. Whoo hoo!
Hey, could I ask you a question? No...that's NOT the question, smarty. My question is: What is the first thing you want to do when you see me?

Yours, Clark

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Dear Clark,

I am too old to be making messes in public places. I can accept responsibility for some of the blame, however. I should have known better than to attempt reading your letter at the 'Sharper Image'.
You are quite the seducer, Clark Kent. You'll have to find out exactly what you think about the texture of my scar when you get back. As for what I want to do when I first see you...it's completely inappropriate for me to put into words, and completely illegal in most of this country. However, let me just mention, I've had a fascination of my own...with that plush mouth of yours. I have imagined that it's exceedingly soft and giving. I'd really like to find out. I wonder if it's as sweet as I remember. I think, sometimes, that it's impossible. Nothing could possibly be that amazing. But, I think that with you, the impossible BECOMES the possible. You floor me, Clark.
I can't wait to see you tomorrow.

Waiting, Lex

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Lex watched at Clark approached him, his head ducked shyly down against a large shoulder. The tall, perfectly proportioned body was clothed casually in well-worn denim and soft blue cotton that looked like it has seen many a washing.

He was stunning.

"Hi, Lex." Clark's voice was shaking, his dark head still turned towards the floor, and Lex couldn't hold back a soft chuckle.

"Clark," Lex said softly, "look at me."

Lex felt his face stretch into a full smile as brilliant green eyes lifted to his, sparkling with emotion. He saw hope there, and smoothed a hand across a broad shoulder. Felt the heat of the skin beneath the cotton, and slid his fingers down further, until he was tracing muscles towards a shaking hand. Lacing his fingers with Clark's, he brought the hand up to his mouth and brushed a tender kiss across the knuckles.

"I'm glad you're home, Clark." Lex whispered, nibbling sharp teeth along the downy soft skin. He licked a stripe across Clark's wrist, feeling the thudding pulse under his tongue. Lifting his head, he sent a friendly smirk into a pleased, open face. "I really enjoyed your letters. They were...enlightening."

Clark felt a shiver run through him at the husky tone coming from a beautifully scarred mouth. "I liked yours, too, Lex. A lot."

He stepped forward as Lex did, feeling sensation run down his spine and across his arms and thighs as Lex's chest brushed against his, pulling at the faded fabric of his t-shirt.

"I don't want to ask if you're sure, Clark."

"You don't need to, Lex. I am. I wouldn't tell you my personal version of 'How Naman Came To Kansas' if I weren't totally sure."

Lex chuckled, low and sultry, the sound rising deep from his throat and pushing heated air against Clark's jaw. Mouth followed breath as Lex leaned in, opening and sucking a trail towards Clark's panting, trembling mouth. Lex slid in, tongue sliding against tongue, and rising up to work against the roof of his mouth. Moved around, tasting every hollow and crevice, searching for everything that had once been hidden. No withholding was allowed, and he sucked Clark's tongue into his mouth, biting down on the tip before he released him to gasp for a breath.

Relief, like a crashing wave, flooded through his chest. Clark trusted him. Eyelids he hadn't known were closed, opened, and Lex raised his hands to caress baby-soft cheeks.

"Clark, every letter you signed 'yours'." His hand went searching, to quest beneath wear-worn fabric for silky flesh. Nails scratched lightly over muscles, digging in when they twitched beneath his journeying fingertips. "I want that. I want you. I want you to belong to me." He moaned as Clark's eyes squeezed shut, forehead tilting down to rest against his as he released a tortured groan. "Clark. I want to belong to you. I want-"

"Lex. God, Lex, I know. I KNOW. I want that, too. So much. You don't even know..." Clark pulled back, reaching down to pull at the hem of his shirt. Lifted it carelessly over his head, and let it drop to the ground. He pushed jeans over slender, golden hips without unbuttoning them, and kicked them off of bare feet, grinning bashfully the whole time. "I want us to belong to each other."

His fingers were shaking. Actually shaking, as he went slowly down each button, sliding it free from the tailored hole in his bruise-colored shirt. As he neared the last few buttons, he tugged upwards, yanking the pants from his waist, just as Clark reached out with nervous hands to work the clasp on his waist. Lex's eyes looked at every inch of Clark he could see, and loved it all. Sweet, gorgeous, stunning Clark Kent.

Clark Kent. The amazingly kind, generous young man he'd fallen in love with. The best man he'd ever known. He knew there would never be anyone else like Clark.

Free of the confines of his clothes, Lex moved against Clark, sighing with pleasure as his cock surged against Clark's.

His breath screamed out as he felt the ground quiver beneath his feet as Clark dropped to his knees in front of him. Large, soft, lush lips mouthing across his hips, stopping at his navel to delve in with a shockingly warm tongue.

He felt the hitched breaths that were coming uncontrolled from his mouth turn into garbled, loud noise that he could not stop as Clark turned his attention to his very sensitive, very hard cock. Clark moved his mouth over the head, circling his tongue around the ridge, and down into the slit. One of his big, wonderful hands was on a hip, gripping gently, the other moving the grip firmly around the base of his dick. A slow pump, and Clark moved his head back to lap at the sticky drops that wept from the tip.

"Clark, lay back."

"Lex, I want to-"

"Clark, trust me." He looked down into Clark's happy face, and felt something like joy rip through his heart. He saw wet, dark lips mouth 'I do' silently, and pushed against solid shoulders until Clark was laid on his back.

Moving down, he teased a hand, feather-soft, against Clark's side, and urged him with a nod to roll onto his side.

On his knees, he moved towards Clark's feet, and stretched his legs out and down, rubbing his knees against a solid chest. He felt hands caressing his thighs, and hips, moving around to push and squeeze carefully, but not too carefully. Lex knew there would be barely-there bruises later that night, and he relished the knowledge.

He raised a foot, brushing soft kisses across the bridge, and over a tender ankle. His fingers massaged the Achilles heel, and he gasped in pleasure as he felt strong arms pull him down slightly, lining his heavy, leaking cock up with Clark's ready, scorching mouth.

Forcing his eyes to stay open, he pushed Clark's bent legs down, and lay his head against a crooked arm as he moved his face closer to Clark's darkened length. He lapped his tongue against the steady line of fluid leaking from a thick head. Moved up, and across that sensitive, flushed slit, and opened his mouth wide to suck Clark into him. He swallowed, reflexively, against the sudden shocking burst of amazing ecstasy that snapped down his spine and tightened his balls, close and heavy, against him.

He felt slightly timid fingers slide against the sensitized sac, and moaned around the large, solid cock in his mouth. Felt the burst of flavor on his tongue, and breathed harshly out of his nose. Saw his puffing breaths scaring little goose bumps out across opened thighs.

Lex felt, as much as heard, Clark's desperate scream, as he pumped once, twice, and flooded thick and creamy into his grateful mouth. He swallowed, over and over, until he felt almost unbearably strong suction pull him down a tight, hot throat, and he lay his head back on his arm, mouth open and raw as he screamed his release. He felt a drop of Clark's come slide across his lips, and lapped it up, watching as Clark swallowed, eyes shut in something like bliss. Watched, as Clark lapped at him, cleaning him gently, and then laid back to lift heavy lids to meet his gaze.

"I really missed you, Lex."

Lex curled his legs and twisted around until he lay on his back, head turned towards Clark's face. "I missed you, too, Clark."

Leaning forward, he brushed his nose against a baby-soft cheek, nuzzling the damp skin...loving the feeling of silken strands of hair brushing against his face. Lex smiled.

"We're going to be so good together, Clark. We're going to make everything together. It's going to work."

"We already are. We do. It will."

"I love you, you know."

Clark's bright, easy smile filled him with something he knew could only be happiness, and he breathed, simple and pleased.

Clark brushed lips against his mouth, the tip of his tongue darting out to brush against the tiny scar there. He smiled. "Lex, I love you, too."

They leaned in, together, kissing deep and close, and their hands found one another, fingers twining together and locking.

Lex looked, in wonder and knowing, at shining green eyes, and smiled. Smiled, pure and open. He squeezed the hand in his tightly, and nodded his head. "My future."

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Okay, wow. This was good to write. I needed a happy fic right now. lol. I hope everyone likes it, and I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed for me, already. You all are awesome! :-) Please, let me know what you think of this one. Thanks!
~Morgan