Love Notes

There was a little lavender post-it note taped to the door. Smiling, he lifted his hand to pull it away from the wood. The soft sucking sound of the sticky paper lifting away from the door filled the silence. He read the paper quickly:

*Welcome home.*

He opened the door and stepped inside. His coat slid down off of his shoulders and he moved to toss it over the back of a chair, only to see another little square paper attached to the head-rest.

*Tsk-tsk. You should hang that up.*

Rolling his eyes, he walked over to the closet, the coat in his arms. He pulled open the door, and reached for a hanger. A tiny square fluttered to the ground. Leaning over, he pressed a finger to the tacky strip on the back of the paper and lifted it up to his face.

*While you're putting away the coat...might as well lose that pesky tie.*

A smirk crossed his face as he pressed the notes he'd collected against the open door. He hung up his coat and reached up to tug at the knot of his tie. Moving around, he closed the closet door behind him and went towards the kitchen. The note on the refrigerator came off with a quick tug.

*Grab yourself a glass of wine.*

He couldn't stop the chuckle from bursting out as he opened the refrigerator to see a bottle of his favorite wine with a sticky note attached to it.

*Glass is in the cabinet.*

Opening the cabinet, he felt a small wave of disappointment when he was not met with a little note, but closed the door with a shrug and poured himself a glass of wine. Upon lifting the glass and turning to walk away with it, he felt a slight tug on the glass and noticed the tiny thread tied around the stem. Grinning, he tugged gently on the thread and watched a pale lavender post-it flutter down towards him from the ceiling.

*Pour me a glass, too.*

Laughing outright now, he reopened the cabinet and pulled out a second glass. He looked at the stem carefully, and seeing that it was threadless, he filled it quickly and grasped it in his hand. He moved out of the kitchen, a glass in each hand, the small square paper fluttering behind him at the end of the thread still tied to the first glass.

He stepped towards the bedroom, and smiled at the note attached to the door.

*Come on in. I'm waiting for you.*

He pushed open the door with his hip, and allowed his eyes a moment to adjust to the change in lighting.

The room was washed in candlelight. Dozens of flickering lights were placed lovingly around the room, and the smell of sandalwood and vanilla filled the air. He toed off his shoes carefully, and stepped towards the bed, the bottom of his socks absorbing the soft dampness of the white flower petals sprinkled across the floor.

A body, long and beautifully muscled, was laid across the bed on a wrinkled black sheet. A tiny lavender note was lying across the defined stomach.

*Use me.*

"What's been going through your mind today?" He teased. He watched with pleasure as sleepy blue-gray eyes fluttered open.

A wry smile crept across scarred lips as Lex Luthor stretched out across the bed. Clark Kent's eyes lowered from the beautiful face to watch the play of muscles as Lex moved.

"You."

The word was thick and rough in a quiet voice. Clark nodded and handed Lex the glass of wine with the note tied to the stem. Chuckling, Lex wound a finger in the transparent thread and lifted the glass to his lips for a sip of the honey-colored liquid.

Clark watched a sly tongue slip out to follow a stray drop across the edge of the glass. He took a drink from his own glass and set it down on the end table next to the bed. Lifting his hands to his loosened tie, he pulled it up and over his head and dropped it down across Lex's thighs. Pale, clever fingers reached down to grip the silk tie, and pulled it up.

Clark's fingers worked slowly at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one at a time from top to bottom. Once the shirt was open, he pulled at his sleeves, sliding the fabric down his arms and letting it fall to the floor. Steady fingers moved to his waist, and flipped open the button. Long, elegant fingers joined his own to tug down the zipper.

His palms moved across his hips, and he bunched the fabric in his hands, pulling it down over his legs.

He stepped out of the pants, using his toes to tug down the socks over his ankles. Lex's warm fingers were moving inside of his boxers, pulling him out.

"There we are." Clark chuckled at the husky approval in Lex's voice.

"You missed me."

Lex nodded and licked his lips. "I really did." He moved onto his knees, easing his body closer, and stopped with his mouth hovering over the erection in his hand. "I'm going to eat you."

Clark hissed out a breath as wet lips brushed a soft kiss across the head of his cock. "I'm not going to fight you."

A dark laugh thrummed through the room. "That's good, Clark. You would lose." Lex's mouth stretched over him, sucking lightly as a tongue moved through the leaking slit.

Air caught in his chest as Clark gasped. He looked down into gleaming eyes and shook his head with a smile. "You look good like this."

Lex hummed, his lips tightening around Clark as he pulled him farther into his mouth.

"Do you like how I taste?"

Lex's tongue moved up the shaft of Clark's cock as Lex pulled back. He released the shining flesh with a wet smack, and licked his lips. "You taste like sweat and skin and come. You're perfect, Clark." His mouth curved up in a dirty smile as he tilted his head to the side. A hand curved around the length twitching in front of his face, and held it up. Lex moved in, laying wet kisses down to the dark sac. He sucked the skin into his mouth, releasing it when a hand curled around the back of his neck. "How do you want me?"

Clark closed his eyes as a shiver ran across his shoulders. "Lie down on your stomach and spread your legs."

Lex moved like water, sliding down against the bed and rolling over. His thighs slid open and Clark moved his hands across the pale skin. His fingers crossed over the legs completely, and he squeezed gently, watching the skin turn pink as he rubbed. He maneuvered his body, easing in behind Lex to lay his head on the small of his back. He kissed the skin softly, rubbing his lips over the smoothness there. He moved down, nipping at the swell of Lex's ass.

His teeth sank into the meat of a firm cheek, leaving a dark mark before he kissed away the pain, tonguing the spot and leaving it wet. "I love your ass."

Breathless laughter met his ears. "It's all yours."

Clark nodded, brushing his nose against pale skin. "I know." His tongue ran along the dark crack of Lex's ass, pushing inside to tease the delicate skin.

"Clark." The word was nearly silent, a mere wisp of air from a tight throat.

Large, tanned hands moved up to the tops of Lex's legs. Thick thumbs rubbed circles in the crease where legs met ass. Lex pushed back against the hands, shoving himself against Clark's face, and he choked as a strong tongue slipped inside of him, twisting as Lex fell back against the bed.

"I want you to...please."

Clark made long, sweeping strokes against Lex's hole, dipping just barely inside with each pass. One hand relinquished it's hold on Lex's leg to move up. Leaning away for a moment, Clark sucked a long finger into his mouth, wetting it noisily, before moving it to the contracting hole in front of him. He inserted a finger slowly, just the tip and twisted it. Rubbing carefully, he moved in and licked around his finger, laving the edges in tiny laps.

"Uhhhmm....god...please. Clark, fuck, please." Lex was moving against the bed, writhing as though he was swimming.

Pushing in further, Clark wiggled his finger and stroked the satin-smooth flesh inside of Lex's body. His thumb stroked the moistened skin beneath Lex's balls, pressing carefully in pulsing nudges.

He blew warm air over the dampened hole, watching it twitch in response, and laughed softly as Lex whimpered into the mattress.

"Are you laughing?" Lex asked, the words muffled and weak.

Clark lifted his face, and leaned against a trembling thigh. He watched Lex turn his face to the side to look down the length of his body at him. He grinned brightly and nodded.

Lex smirked and rolled his eyes. "Of course you are." Rolling his hips, he jarred Clark's position. "Fuck me now."

Moving up over the prone body beneath him, Clark reached over to the table and grabbed a nearly empty tube of lubricant and his glass of wine. He took a drink of the wine and sighed, mixing the flavors of Lex and the wine in his mouth. Happy with the result, he poured the wine across Lex's back, all the way down his spine, grinning at the shocked gasp from the man beneath him.

Leaning down, he lapped at the cold liquid, feeling it quickly warm against Lex's skin.

"You asshole," Lex rasped out, glaring at him with dilated eyes.

Clark merely nodded again, and dropped the glass down onto the bed, letting the rest of the wine soak into the covers. Opening the tube, he coated his fingers with the clear gel and rubbed them together to heat the substance.

He moved down to Lex's still-wet ass and pressed two fingers inside, moving them up to the first knuckle, and twisting.

Lex gasped and pressed back against him. His face was a picture of pleasure and pain, flushed and fixed in a tense grimace. "More."

Clark moved his fingers apart, spreading Lex, and pushing in further. He moved slowly, now, opening Lex up for him.

"C'mon, Clark. I want to feel it rough."

Spreading his body over Lex's, he pressed his chest into the warmed liquid and rubbed. "I don't want to hurt you." He twisted again, pressing his fingers in further and up.

Lex jerked, and coughed on a broken breath. "I'm gushing, Clark. Fuck me."

Keeping his fingers inside the tight ass, he ran a sweaty hand across Lex's hip and raised him up onto his knees. Lex pushed back against him, and he squeezed. "Stay."

Lex's eyes flared, and he nodded jerkily. "Hurry."

Clark raised himself directly behind Lex and squeezed more lubricant onto his palm. He threw away the empty tube and slathered the liquid over his cock, stroking himself out towards Lex's ass. He moved his fingers away, planting the sticky fingers on Lex's spine. Positioning himself, he pressed, whining when he slid down the crack towards Lex's hanging sac.

"Clark."

"I know." Clark held himself in his hand, keeping himself lined up with Lex's hole. He pushed in again, slowly, forcing himself to stay straight as Lex's body fought him.

The head of his cock slipped in, and Clark's hands jerked hard into pale skin. He held himself back, sucking in a deep breath.

"I can take it. I want it. Clark, please." Lex sounded soft, and quiet. He was very nearly whispering, and Clark opened eyes he hadn't realized were shut to see white knuckled fingers gripping handfuls of torn black fabric.

He leaned in, feeling Lex push against him, and slid in almost halfway. "God, Lex. You're so damned tight."

"You're so fucking big."

They laughed, the sound slightly crazed and relieved as Clark pumped his hips, moving in more and more in tiny increments until, at last, he was flush against Lex's ass. "So good, Lex."

Clark heard Lex's body, wet around him, as he pulled out and pushed back inside. His hands slid across sticky patches of milk-white skin, rubbing and stroking as he moved in and out. Lex's body was holding him tight, pulling him in, and stroking hard as he moved out. He sped up, moving harder as he heard Lex's breaths increase in speed.

He watched Lex's arm move and heard the dripping wet noises of Lex jerking his own cock. Moving around past Lex's waist, he covered Lex's hand with his own and moved with him. Clark heard Lex grunt hard and felt warmth spurt through Lex's fingers. Lifting his dripping fingers to his mouth, he sucked the taste from his skin and he shoved his body into Lex's.

"Clark, fuck. Come. I want you to come in me." Lex's voice sounded tired, aching, and he shifted angles, pumping harder.

"Maybe," he gasped out, "I want to fuck you all night. Maybe I'll make you come over and over."

Lex whimpered, and raised himself onto his elbows, thrusting his body back hard and clamping his ass down around Clark. "Come, Clark. I want it."

He felt the burn start and tried to fight it. He failed, and moaned as he felt the electric rush curl up inside of him and roar out of his cock in hot, thick gushes.

His body lost his strength, and he eased himself down to the side, pulling Lex with him, and he carefully eased out, feeling the wetness slide over his thigh, dripping from his spent cock.

"Lex...you gonna tell me what the set-up was for? I know I didn't forget our anniversary."

He groaned as Lex rolled over to meet his eyes, a pale amber brow arching high on a bare forehead.

Clark winced. "I didn't forget anything, did I? Lex?"

The next morning, he woke alone, a smile on his face...a small, square lavender post-it on his chest.

*Happy Monday. Pick up more post-its and lube.*