Truth

Author Notes: This story currently needs a beginning more so then the one it currently possesses. It is also UNEDITED so please ignore the grammatical errors right now, I have to edit over 177 pages of stories that I've written in the past couple of months so I'm a little behind to say the least. If anyone wishes to edit them for me please be my guest lmao! However you can NOT change the story, just fix my bullshit little period/comma mistakes.

Title: Truth
Pairing: Clark/Lex with role reversal.
Word Count: 12,284
Status: UNEDITED, Needs beginning. Finished otherwise.

-snuzzles in.-

-kisses the farmboys forehead- ;D Mah giddy clark~

-cuddles the charismatic billionaire- I'm glad you got rest, even if it is two hours more than normal. It does a body good.~

Lex laughs a bit and shakes his head. "Well when your a busy man like I Clark any amount of sleep is welcomed."

Clark nods a bit and turns to face the other. "At least you're getting some real time off though. No calling in, no getting busy, you're all packed. And your reliving the 90s!" He blinks a few times after finishing his sentence and leans in to place a quick kiss upon the other.

The older male can't help but chuckle a little as he is kissed. "I guess with all that out of the way its just a quiet afternoon with the television hmmm." He leans in towards the other keeping about an inch of space between the two.

Clark coos softly at the other and nestles himself affectionately alongside the other, then perks up a bit. "You know, Lex. I don't believe I have -ever- seen you watch T.V." He blinks in bewilderment at the thought of what sort of shows the other could possibly like.

Lex laughs a bit. "I dont often watch the TV thats why, theres usually nothing good on because I like the classics, black and whites, Alfred Hitchcock, and B movies, cause no one will give them a chance." He leans back in the couch stroking the other's curled locks affectionately. "Though, dont tell anyone, but I like to sneak in a couple of cartoons every now and then..."

Clark noddèd intently as the other spoke, smiling at him gingerly before softly stroking Lex's soft pillared cheek. "I like the old movies too. My favorite would have to be the Twilight Zone. I enjoy Rod Searling's monologues. One day I aspire to write like him, you know." A hint of excitement came over him at the mention of cartoons and he stared in awe. "You?! Cartoons. Whooaa...".

The elder of the pair laughed and placed a finger to his mouth. "Shsssh, you cant tell anyone though, I'd hate to think what they would think of me." He said with a laugh though to be honest he didn't rightly care, he listened intently as the other mentioned twilight zone and laughed even more. "Oh man, that really brings me back, though I don’t actually think I've ever watched one, only listened the radio.” He said with a nod and then his face took a bit of a serious route. “I have faith Clark, that you will be anything you put your heart towards.” He said petting the boys head a few times before leaning in towards the other and placing a delicate peck on the boys upper lip.

Considering Clark’s grasp on the matters of law and parental concern, his mind never drifted on the difference in age between the two, but he had liked his quality time with Lex and getting closer to the other was perhaps one of his favorite portions of their friendship. He smirked playfully as Lex asked for a sense of confidentiality in his likeness toward cartoons. Leaning in with a gleeful wrinkle to his nose, his lips turned at the corners even wider as though he were on the verge of laughter. “Your secret’s safe with me Lex.” Secrets. Was that all that kept the two from really being entirely what they could be..? “The radio? Whoa. I’ll be Rod sounded pretty amazing there considering he probably had to narrate the whole thing!” His eyes grew wider before he felt the others lips connect to his. Clark was quick on the draw and he complied with a returning kiss, mouthing sweetly at Lex’s bottom lip, a submissive stance in their growing relationship. He pulled back some and held a mischievous look about him, “So tell me, huh, what cartoons do you actually watch?”

The other male let one corner of his mouth morph into a smile. “Well he sounded pretty cool when I was younger, I listened to him in boarding school.” He stated with a nod, as the other mentioned his secret was safe he let out a bit of a mock sigh. “Thank goodness, I knew I could trust you with my secret Clark.” If only Lex knew the secrets that the boy already kept, his love for cartoons would pale in comparison, but he could only imagine what was lurking behind the boy that was Clark Kent. As the other returned his affections Lex melted into the kiss. Barely able to hear the boy as he purposed another question, reluctantly he pulled his lips from the other and began to think and then smiles a bit. “I think I’m actually pretty fond of Pinky and the Brain.” He said teasingly in response to the others question. “Though I happen to be a fan of most oldies but goodies.”

Clark was as giddy as a literal schoolboy, practically swooning over the other in his affections. Lex was so entirely charming, so articulate and when the other smiled Clark felt his entire body tremor with delight. He loved the way the Luthor looked, sounded, and even sauntered about in his sheer arrogance. When their kiss broke he could feel the Luthor pout somewhat and that riled the boy even more. He didn’t hold much control over whatever it was that they shared—in fact Lex dominated the relationship and where it was headed. Clark simply followed, a teenager blinded by the infatuation of a friend and modestly he confessed Lex’s power. But in no way did he want to leech the other for said power, but to be attached to that arm whilst the Luthor held his spells of greatness was an immaculate and rather indiscernible feeling for the boy. The playfulness of Lex came in rare spurts and Clark oftentimes enjoyed them for their rare appearance in their little secretive get-togethers. Certainly he had to shift behind his parents backs, slip in after school and once he snuck from his room at night when Lex had a particularly hard time with the plant and had been so stressed that he nearly drank himself in to oblivion. Clark was more a supporter then than anything else. Nevertheless, here they were, another grand encounter and there was no place he’d rather be. “Pinky and the Brain huh?” he said with a grin. “Narf.” He leaned in, and the closer he got he repeated said, “Narf” until their lips closed in together, albeit one more little “Narf” escaped in the midst of the kiss.

Lex loved the effect he had over the younger male, and the effect the younger male had over him. It was like the world melted away every time he was with him and in the world that Lex Luthor lived in, and grew up in, that sort of thing was very welcomed. His world was a cold and desolate place it seemed until that faithful day the Kent boy had pulled him from the river and he had first met the young man that would change his life forever and save him from himself and he wasn’t going to let the boy get away from him now, through thick and thin and heaven and hell, Clark Kent was Lex Luthor’s. And he loved it. He smiled broadly as he was suckered back into the world of the living by the other males imitations and he couldn’t help but smile at him as the distance between the pair became less and less and finally with one last “narf” had his lips upon the other. He slid his hand around the younger males waist and pulled him closer using his other hand to steady the boys head as he pushed into him lapping at the boys lower lip asking with an unhindered need to taste the other on his lips. How Lex loved these moments and not just because of the sex (though that was indeed grand) but for the closeness that the pair shared, the willingness to give into one another completely in passionate bliss spanning no boundaries, Lex was an untrusting sort, it stemmed from his upbringing but when the pair shared these moments, Lex felt as though he finally had someone he could share his world with, and that excited him more then anything.

There was an abyss locked away in the secrets of their discreet encounters. One so delicately placed on a pedestal of admiration and endearment, that had the two been discovered in one of their lavishing affairs, Lex would likely reap some serious consequences upon himself while Clark would be left to pine away in a forever depression that would last perhaps his entire life span. Strangely enough, Clark felt that his life span would indeed be surprisingly long, but then again it was hearsay in his uncharted lineage. Clark was pleased that Lex was enjoying the boy’s playfulness. It wasn’t often enough Clark was able to be with Lex like this. The kiss was absolute bliss, a chance to feel the Luthor’s control steadily overcome him was a feeling Clark longed for each and everyday. In school he oftentimes found himself drifting in and out of his education as his thoughts continually meander the foundation of his relationship with Lex. It wasn’t purely based on ardor nor was it on their differences either, but it was a friendship which had been oftentimes misread. Friendships were commonly known to be had between two people that held no physical interaction or feelings beyond that of what friends should feel. Instead they were friends entangled in the throngs of passion and the wondrous feelings that enveloped one another when they held, touched, or kissed. Speaking of which, Clark fell entranced with the Luthor’s movements, his body willingly following Lex’s movements and he etched closer to the man all the while sharing a deepening kiss. A soft, nearly inaudible sound came from the farmer’s son and his need to be kept by the other. Reaching behind him, in fact, the younger male tugged a velvet throw from the back of the luscious loveseat. He tugged it around the two, and continued attending to Lex’s lips, his own arms coming into the mix to wrap about the older man’s neck a sugary hum resonating from the boy as he tilted his head some for better access to the man’s tongue in order to tangle it with his own.

Lex closed his eyes and melted into the kiss of the other male, losing himself as he oh so often did when it came to Clark Kent. He thought briefly upon that first meeting oh so long ago, back then he had no concept no idea that this was how things could turn out between the pair as the other shifted about beside him the two seemed to be losing themselves in thought today, and that was okay. To be honest there was nothing Lex would rather be doing then lying on the large loveseat with the other male wrapped up together in sweet embrace the television all but forgotten and the fire crackling happily. This was what heaven must of felt like, and Lex loved it. Lex shifted a bit bringing himself down to rest on the arm rest of the loveseat lying against the plethora of pillows that sat there as if waiting for him. He pulled the other male atop him making sure never to part their lips as his tongue explored the moist mouth of the other, he tasted delicious, like home cooking and Lex was sure it was the dinner his mother so lovingly cooked for him, it only urged on the older male as he felt his unhindered lust bubble inside him threatening to overspill, Lex was a devious creature, even he could not hide it but at the same time there was something about Clark that made him worse. He shifted his leg a bit to wrap around the others meshing their bodies together as though they were two pieces in a puzzle to form a whole and as he did that the groaned a little feeling a tightness in his silky dress pants, for something that hung loosely of him they didn’t have a lot of give in certain areas that was for sure. But he ignored it the noises of the other male urging him on in their sweet embrace.

The shifting of their bodies continued as Lex did what anyone of his status would do and that was to manage the situation as he would have it, not any other and Clark was exactly objecting either. In fact the boy utterly loved it when the Luthor took the reigns of his actions, following every motion he is intended for and surrendering his every essence in the process. It was a wonderful feeling, to be had by Lex Luthor. Clark recalled their first night actually. It had been an accident of sorts, and Clark barely knew what he was doing at that time, but with Lex’s guidance he had been molded into what the Luthor could only possibly want him to be. Clark savored that and was the ever eager student. Their kissing fashioned other feelings in the two as it so often did. The taste of dinner did linger in Clark’s mouth, tantalized just barely by his choice of beverage for the meal as well, but the taste of Lex… Gods, Clark’s body let loose another tremor as he fell into a complete trance of the other’s masterful performance. The kiss was like nothing he’d ever experienced, but then again, every time they shared their lips, their breath, their tongues, and their bodies, Clark was in a euphoria of elation. He felt the man’s leg loop about his own, the silk and denim connection making an awkward sound signifying their awkward affair. A churning in his lower abdomen sent tingles thought his entire body as Clark felt a growth of his own. He pulled away to announce as such with bated breath and strangled moan. He wanted Lex. It never failed. He -wanted- Lex. “Lex,” he whispered barely able to do as much. “Tell me.. Tell me what you think of me? I mean,” he paused hoping he wasn’t about to obliterate the mood. “What do I mean to you?” It wasn’t a question of trust, but one could misread it as such considering a certain Luthor’s reputation.

It was interesting how two people completely different could fit together on a love seat so perfectly. Truth be told the boys came from two entirely different worlds and as the other pressed against him feeling the roughness of his jeans, and his old home country cooking lingering on those oh so plump lips Lex was ever reminded of the rift that separated the pair, but when they were like this it was like none of that mattered, they were just two boys brought together with an insatiable need to be with one another. He moved his hand from the back of the others neck to slid down to rest on the others hips, following where his other hand already was. He closed his eyes leaning against the other unable to quell his firey self, it took the other pulling away for him to finally regain a bit of his composure letting out a bit of a shuddering breath as he settled himself, he was half pissed that Clark had stopped their actions but at the same time he wasn’t it was a good question, one that deserved a true answer. He thought for a moment swallowing hard still able to taste Clark on his lips. “You’re my world Clark.” He said simply at first, there was more but Lex needed to find the right words. Words meant a lot, it was the difference between one thing and another, and a poor choice in them could lead him down a path he wasn’t willing to go down. “You are my savoir, my saving grace, without you Clark Kent, I would be but another victim in self destruction.” He said moving one of his hands that was resting on the younger males hips to brush away at some of the curls that had made their way to Clarks face. His words were complete cheese and Lex found himself blushing a bit as he said them, which never happened, but Clark did things to the older male that no one else could, and he was not ashamed of that, at first he had tried to hide the love he felt for the other but now that he had it he was never letting it go. “I love you Clark…” he said simply leaning in to kiss those lips again, this kiss tender and caring.

The heat in Lex was an inferno of emotions growing to unquenchable degrees and Clark could feel it literally emanating from the other man in waves. His eyes appeared to be pleading with Lex, a downright pitiful stare that lingered and lingered until the Luthor submitted to responding. It was as if Clark was a dog holding a leash in his maw and waiting with a patient desperation for his master to oblige him with a stroll outside. Upon Lex’s sifting precariously through his words, Clark’s ears practically pricked, heeding the other when he finally spoke. The flannel clad youth found his fingers idly dallying with the silky collar of Lex’s shirt as he maintained his hold about the man’s neck. There was a slight wringing as well as the fabric twisted in nervous fistfuls while he waited for to complete his endearment. A glimmer formed in the glassy depths of his cerulean gaze, a single pearl of saline trickled down the length of his cheek and came into contact with the stroking fingers of his friend. He had to tell Lex. He couldn’t hide it anymore and the keeping of secrets was killing him. I love you, Clark, he had said. That was all it took before the boy lurched forward and buried himself into Lex’s chest and let it all unleash, repeating with a piteous recurrence of the words, “Lex, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He heaved gulps of air, desperately trying to regain some sort of faction of composure, but it failed him. He failed Lex and at this point, he didn’t deserve the other. He had half a mind to up and leave the man in a flurry of speed, but he wanted to keep his hold on the man and in one soft pathetic haul, Clark replied, “..I love you too. I do, Lex. I love you..”

As the farmboy looked at Lex with those bleeding blue hues he just about melted. God the other was too cute for words, though he would never admit it aloud, after all Lex was supposed to be tough, but when those eyes looked up at him he turned into a sappy goosh of emotions. He blinked a few times as his tender finger came in contact with a tear, oh jeez he had made the other cry, his mind rushed at first, what had he done wrong. Lex wasn't used to crying, let alone dealing with someone who was crying. As a Luthor crying was a sign of weakness, if he had ever cried around his father or really anyone in his family for that matter, he would be reprimanded. It was one of the things he admired about the other, and the others family. Emotions were not something that needed ot be hidden away, they needed to be expressed, and Lex felt that was one of the reasons he was so fucked up mentally, though he told no one of his suspicions about himself. It wasn’t something he wanted to share with the world, or anyone other then himself for that matter. He moved his other hand to caress the back of Clark's head lovingly not sure of what to say, for the first time in a long time it was Lex's turn to be nervous, his voice wasn't shaky but it sure as hell was unsure. "Clark, its okay, you don't need to be sorry..." He said keeping his one hand on the other head while the other began to rub at Clark's back soothingly, he had no idea what had just worked the other into such a frenzy but he tried to soothe the other none the less and as the other repeated his words back to him Lex smiled broadly. "God, I'm glad you do..." he said simply, unsure of what else to say to him this moment was perfect enough as it stood.

He hadn’t meant to unleash like that, a puddle of mush that was in the arms of one so strong. Clark very well knew was to be expected of a Luthor. Getting to know Lex was one of the many wonders he was able to have experience and here he was spilling himself all over the other in a way that wasn’t the tainted bliss they had share on their previous encounters. Clark’s face dug further into the other as if wanting to completely meld with Lex in a union of one being, but he was careful not to hurt the other. Clark knew what he was capable of in an emotional tantrum and he didn’t want to let Lex be another one of those sturdy bed frames that he’d go through like candy in one of his depressive fits. Instead he listened to the soft soothing and rightly nervous tenor of Lex Luthor as it was enough to send him into further sobbing hysterics, but rather than letting himself go wayward into a tear infested realm of no return, Clark sucked it up, sniffled a bit and pulled back. Those dancing fingers in his hair gave him just enough courage to look the other in his beautiful slated eyes. “I do. I have every reason to be sorry, Lex… I’ve been..” He swallowed hard and knew very well where this was taking him, how his family would respond and should there be any consequences to this, there would be absolutely no turning back. He both knew and didn’t know all at once what this would do to him. He kept staring, his broken sentence lingering in the air as he watched the other’s likely inquisitive face. “I’ve been lying to you since we met.” He got it out there now. That was the first step and gods, it was nearly a weight applied and taken from him all at once. He had to continue. He could only guess what Lex must be thinking at this point.

The older of the pair stayed still, allowed the other to do whatever he wanted for now. To be honest Lex wasn’t even sure what to do with the boy in this condition other then to let him work it out of him. He stayed stiff but caring his hands working about the other gently in a motion that surprised Lex, he didn’t even know he had that amount of caring in him. But that was no matter for now he stayed perfectly still. Moving only to place a delicate kiss on the youngest Kent’s forehead. In a way he was glad the other was showing him this side, it showed the he trusted Lex in a sense and Lex, being the ever untrusting sort he was, viewed that as a window to the soul of said male. To trust in someone enough to show you all your sides, that was truly something indeed however when he leaned up and began to babble something about lies Lex couldn’t help but cock his head a bit. It wouldn’t of been the first time he was lied to, oh no in fact it was sort of a family tradition to be lied to, but Lex didn’t like it either way. Lex was conflicted in his feelings currently and he needed to know more. He needed to know more, and he came about a bit more forcefully the he would of liked, but nothing stood between a Luthor and information, nothing. “What do you mean Clark?” he asked shifting a bit to look up at the other narrowing his eyes in a curious sort of stance. He kept his hands on the other, never once losing there tender grasp. It couldn’t of been that big a deal, Lex assumed, after all what sort of lie could Clark Kent really hold that would cause him to act this way, to cause him to look at Lex as though he had done terrible wrongs. Lex was intrigued more then anything right now. Of course the young Kent boy, and really the whole Kent family had been the topic of Lex’s fascination since they had first met.

The desperation became overwhelming and at this point Clark could not retract anything now. He had to become an open book to Lex. He felt as though he deserved punishment, something severe in a sense that he’d let Lex decide upon when the younger came clean with his confession. He noted the slight shiver in Lex’s voice. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t condemnation. It was curiosity seasoned with a hint of dread. Lex Luthor had come from a long line of liars, not that he himself was one, but his encounters with men and women who were less than sincere had been endless and in a round about way Clark was added to the list of individuals who has burned the young Luthor for all he was worth. Clark felt this despair building in the pit of his stomach and he swallowed again watching Lex’s grim expression. He was a walking bit of irony as he affectionately kept his fingers grazing through the boy’s hair yet his eyes spoke worlds of his wonderment in a demanding rule of their exchange. “That day..” he huffed a moment, attempting to reclaim his hold on his emotions as they began slipping away from him yet again, “..That day at the bridge—your car, it hit me.” His eyes took on an entirely too serious depiction, “Head on.” He let that settle in the Luthor’s mind a bit so Lex could mull over his response before he continued. “I fell in because of it, but I told you I jumped in after you. Your car was so totaled that there was no way anyone could get you out in time so I had to.. See, I..” His hands became a member of the storytelling as they fumbled with his words. “I kinda tore it open in order to get you out.. Lex, I’m not exactly..” This part had to have been the hardest. In light of everything he had just said, this would prove Clark’s ability to share everything with the one he cared most for, but fear of denial and rejection was ever present. “..human..”

Lex was still somewhat confused by this sudden display of emotions sprawled before him. Never in his life had he been so opened up to, the thought made him nervous. Unsure of what to do with himself. A lot of things were happening in a short time period that Lex wasn’t one hundred percent sure he was prepared for. But he took them as the came, watching the other intently with his grey-green hues. Completely entranced in the other males words, his whole body hanging on the words of the other. As he spoke once again Lex felt himself frown as the other brought up the day they met. Lex had always known something wasn’t right about that day, in fact it haunted most of his thoughts, and every time he tried to weasel the truth out from the other male he was instantaneously shut down as the other played off that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Lex wasn’t stupid by any way shape or form, he had known something other then the events he had been told had happened, and to have them in front of him right now, it was an interestingly empty feeling. Clark had lied all those times to Lex. Lex felt anger wash up inside him, even though he had known Clark wasn’t always honest with him, to find out that he had lied directly to his face, his friends face, dare he say it, the one he “loved” face. Lex shifted a bit, needing space, everything he did was conflicted he stood pacing for a moment in front of the love seat, his first words of response were. “So I’m not crazy…” he mouthed silently before turning towards Clark, snapping a bit more then he had liked to. “Why!?” He said angrily “Why did you lie to me Clark, like I was stupid!?” He was angry, but he was mostly upset, he wanted the other to trust him, he loved the other male, more then he ever knew but the fact that Clark had hidden something from him something that big. Lex didn’t know how to feel about it.

Clark felt the Luthor disembark from their embrace and for a moment he wanted to collect the man in his arms again and hold him there, beg him to not leave and just stay and try to understand why Clark did what he did. But he shouldn’t have expected that from Lex. Lex was a man in constant need of information, explanation… Lex Luthor deserved the truth. Clark sat completely upright, his denim jeans rubbing the surface of the leather couch harshly before his boot clad feet struck the floor. He remained there, however, his body leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees while he forced his eyes downward. He couldn’t look at the other, he didn’t have any right to. He was at fault. Not once did Clark think to himself about his family’s response to all of this, but that hadn’t mattered anymore. All that mattered was Lex. He opened his mouth to reply to the Luthor’s silent mouthing as if he could discern the breathless words of the other, but one thing at a time here, Clark. Closing his eyes, Clark grimaced as the tone in Lex’s voice reached unpleasant heights, his rage and confusion was a becoming evident. He went to reply again, but Lex continued, Clark’s eyes squinting further. “I’m sorry,” he uttered numbly. He was no longer shedding tears of trepidation, but a general sadness consumed the boy as he heeded the youngest Luthor in his pacing tirade. “I had to,” was the first thing that came to him. “I wasn’t allowed to say anything. I couldn’t. Nobody would understand—get freaked out—I’m freaked out, Lex!”

The older male shook his head at the younger. “What did you think I as going to do Clark, Lock you away? Send you off for experimentations! I’m not some sort of villain Clark, I love you!” He spat out the words a lot harsher then he meant to but he couldn’t control himself very well, atleast not when he was angry. He paced a few more times, a common habit he did when was nervous, scared, anything but his common state of collectiveness. He turned towards the other again a frown still painted on his face as he watched the others usual charming face turn to that of utter despair. Lex could only imaged what he looked like right now in his state of fury. He didn’t want to treat the other like this. Not Clark of all people, but the Luthor had a temper, that he could not deny. But he shouldn’t have it on Clark of all people, in a round about sense Clark and his family were only trying to do what was right, what was best for their family. Lex couldn’t be mad about that, that was wrong, he let out a sigh and seem to collapse in on himself, sitting on the coffee table directly in front of Clark. For a moment Lex stayed where he was simply looking at the other, then it was his turn to be sorry, for exploding on the other male. “Listen Clark, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of yelled, but you should of told me, I’m not stupid Clark, I’ve always known something wasn’t right about that day but you deliberately lied to me Clark, I thought you trusted me Clark. The only person I feel like I can truly call a friend, and he wont even tell me hes ‘Not human.’” The words seemed odd to say, if Clark wasn’t human then what was he the curious nature of Lex peaked inside him but he refused to let it show itself. It was bad enough that they were having his moment, Lex shook his head. “Clark, I feel like I should be pissed at you, and in a sense I am but at the same time, my feelings don’t change for you, and I don’t think they ever will. But I’ve shared a lot with you, about me that I’ve never shared with anyone. If we’re going to be something, be together, we cant keep things from one another…”

The blue gaze that would one day be the saving pearls of grace for millions of lives looked completely downcast, a foreshadowing of many years of regret, despair yet to come for a fledgling hero. He hadn’t ever really thought himself to be a hero, much less an eventual legend, because Clark Kent was in the now and Lex Luthor was irate, absolutely livid with the younger man Clark couldn’t blame him. A heavy hearted sigh resounded and the younger mans shoulders slumped some. His face continued to sag a bit, lips being chewed slightly in nervous contempt for his actions. Why would I lie to Lex if he loves me? Why would it be a bad thing to have told him? He attempt to justify himself for telling the Luthor his deepest rooted secret. He was still on a verge of learning everything himself. When Lex sat himself before the other, Clark kept himself in check, the floor becoming the subject of interest rather than the sealing of his eye lids. He wanted to see Lex, but he’d settle for seeing him out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t deserve to look the other straight up. The lecture proceeded and Clark kept his tongue silenced. He would let Lex have his say in all this, let the man’s words slide into the boy’s brains as an expression of concern, love, and confusion. He broke his punishment however when Lex mentioned them being together. A fluttering in his chest made him breathless and he stared lovingly at the other with a mouth that seemed to move yet nothing came out. Clark was indefinitely speechless, that is up until he came across a decision, “Lex, I’ll tell you everything you want to know! You just have to ask and I’ll tell you. I promise I won’t lie to you anymore, I promise. I won’t!” His voice was pathetic, trilling with a nearly frantic whimper as though he were about to cry yet again. They were sincere words, albeit fast and desperate. “I want to be with you, Lex. Forever. I won’t lie..”

Lex heaved a heavy sigh and grabbed the others chin, turning him to look at the other. God he hated that more then anything, Lex didn’t want to be the bad guy, he had never wanted that, though his father did. This was just a bump in their relationship, but as the other promised to be honest with the other, and became somewhat excited, Lex couldn’t help but smile at the other. He was still mad, but there was no sense in being that mad, after all the other had come honest with him, albeit a little late, but he had been honest now and that was really all Lex could of asked for. He leaned in towards the other and placed a gentle kiss on the others lips, half to show him that he harbored no ill feelings towards the other, and the other reason to calm the suddenly excitable male down. “That’s all I ask from you Clark, we start with a clean pallet now.” He said bluntly, as far as he was concerned this was a new chapter in their relationship, a new way to start. He suddenly felt very lonely sitting there on the coffee table. He needed to be with the other, and he did just that, edging over towards the other once more. Placing himself in what seemed to be his rightful place beside the other, pulling the blanket back over the pair. His mind flooded with questions at the invitation to ask them, but he kept them quiet for now. There would be plenty of times for a Q and A later, right now he didn’t care that Clark wasn’t really human, that didn’t matter much to Lex really he had always been infatuated with “other worldly” things, things that weren’t quite right, but right now the only thing that matter was “Clark Kent” his unofficial, or rather slightly more official lover, friend, and companion. “I’d stay with you forever Clark, regardless of who, or what you are.” He stated as he leaned in to place another gentle kiss on the male.

The quick clutch on Clark’s chin made him jump a bit. It wasn’t as if Lex could hurt him per say, but the sudden movement wasn’t detected by any speed zone and thusly he responded as such. But when a pair of lips quickly followed in suit, Clark nearly melted away into nothingness and leapt into Lex’s kiss with a fervor that was clingy and anxious. Tears forced themselves outward again, breaching the walls of closed eyes and pouring down the tanned cheeks of the farmboy who yearned for the others loving touch. When Lex pulled away and made his claim on their relationship and where it stands, a light of hope rekindled in Clark’s chest and a smile brandished for the first time since their conversation took a turn for the worst. “Lex.. Oh gods, I promise, I’ll be honest with you from here on out. You mean so much to me…” And there it was. Their clean pallet. His first confession of truth which had actually been evident since they’d began, but Clark wanted to make sure he reminded the other just what he meant to him. When Lex shifted next to him, Clark kicked off his shoes in one swift motion so he wouldn’t be so hard pressed to place his feet on the sofa again. He delighted in the opportunity to cuddle into the other again. He knew Lex wasn’t satisfied with the lack of understanding, but to have him give Clark another chance to prove himself, he was eternally grateful and promised both himself and the other that he wouldn’t foul it up ever again. The blanket supported their binding in a metaphorical sense, bringing the two together as one in a unity of of trust and the connecting of bodies in an unspoken matrimony. He dug into the chance to be against Lex, his body mashing against the other in a fit of desperation to get his love and likeness all at once. The Luthors words only encouraged the boy’s actions and couldn’t help but to laugh through he tears, “What am I? I don’t even know what I am. Maybe we can find that out together…” And the next moment would be remembered forever as the boy pummeled Lex’s face with sweet, soft kisses in a flurry of affection and need.

Instead of move in an opposite direction Lex felt that their relationship had just grown, he smiled as the other promised his truths, in a sense Lex knew that, but he wanted to hear the other say it none the less. As the pair settled back into the large plush loveseat Lex heaved yet another sigh, this one however was on in exasperation it was in comfort as he wrapped his arms around the farmboy once more. Oh gods how he loved Clark, Lex thought briefly as they embraced once more that had Clark been anyone else, Lex would of seen to it that they left his presence immediately, but there was something different about Clark, as if in Lex’s eyes he could do no wrong. As their brief awkward moment passed Lex also though about how they had something going for the pair of them. They could both be honest with one another, completely honest, bare their souls and yet that passion never left them. That need and longing for one another they both felt and couldn’t dampen. That had never happened to Lex before either and as the other began to place feverish kisses all about Lex’s face, Lex responded with his own bout of chasing, following the boys mouth with his on until finally they two found one another. He placed his hands on the others head once more keeping him situated where he was and began to kiss the other harder, more passionate then he had ever before as though he was just going to devour the other male as his tongue and lips played with the others mouth. After a moment he broke away for air and to speak finally able to gather some words to say towards the other. “I’ll help you, any way I can Clark, I’ll always be there for you Clark Kent. You’re mine.” The last bit sounded a bit more possive then he had truly meant for it to be, but after this heart spilling adventure the pair had just shared Lex wasn’t ever going to give up his prize. Clark Kent was his, and he wasn’t going to let anyone steal him away. It pained him a bit in a sense, that he couldn’t tell the world, but he settled for the love he knew they felt for one another.

Lex’s reply to all of this was more than Clark could hope for as denim and silk became one again. The two, as would appear to be by any onlookers, tussled on the loveseat in their toil of fondness and endearment with kisses and grappling touches. It was an ardor of passion that they now shared more so than they’d likely ever shared before. Clark could recall the one encounter in one of Lex’s many cars…It was the Ferrari in fact, and Lex had just returned from Metropolis from some get-together with his father and the executives of Luthorcorp. Lex had been in irritable mood upon his return and Clark met him half way into Smallville, parked his truck alongside the road and waited by the stop sign that lead into an intersection of fields in all four directions. The sleek car stopped and jokingly Lex rolled his window down, peering at Clark with a mischievous smirk, “Need a lift, honey?” Clark had practically giggled then, but he remembered how much effort it took to make the Luthor happy that evening, but he definitely recalled that drive shaft as well. Oh gods… That was a special night, indeed. However, he never liked seeing Lex in his down-and-out moods and this was no exception. He let the man guide and direct him to his heart’s content, being pulled into yet another wondrous kiss. Clark wriggled a bit and the position was settled. It was as they started with the boy on top of Lex while the other rested his head into the mass of pillows. They were picking up where they had left off. “I am yours Lex,” he repeated the others words in his own format. He wanted to make sure Lex knew that Clark was in both mind, body, and soul belonging to the Luthor son. “And I want to be with you indefinitely.. Please, Lex..” he acquired that pleading look about him again, “Make me..make me yours. I want to know our love is real. I want to feel you..”

Lex loved these moments of embrace when they lost one another in pure bliss, these moments they shared so often in secret, yet they had become more frequent in these last few months as their friendship had morphed into something more. Lately all Lex could think about was Clark, both in an emotional and a sexual way. It had provided great entertainment for those long business meetings he had to oh so often go to. Though it was a double edged sword in a way when he was directed upon to speak and he had missed the whole conversation. Now that they had willingly given each other to one another, with a clean slate no secrets no whispers just lovers. God this was brilliant, he shifted the other around feeling his trousers becoming tight once more, he was surprised that it hadn’t all but dissipated and was sure had it been anyone other then Clark Kent he would of lost all of the moments before, but it was almost like the conversation hadn’t happened, but it had, and Lex couldn’t be happier for it. He felt closer to Clark in a spiritual sense and as the other broke their kiss just as Lex had lead the other to where they were he half felt like growling in frustration but he had enough angry outbursts for tonight instead he listened as the other spoke and a smile curled upon his lips. Clark was his, wanted to be his, and Lex found himself getting even more aroused from the words alone. As the other spoke about real love he leaned in towards the other spoke and placed a nibble on the boys lower lips before responding. He would do anything for the farmboy, anything at all. “Whatever you want Clark, I love you so fucking much.” He said his heart racing at what Clark had in mind, he wanted the boy, he wanted to make him his own, more then anything.

Lex had a tendency to be so strong in his mindset and words. It never bothered Clark when Lex swore and in some instances, which he couldn’t verily understand, he got a rise of it when Lex unleashed his sexual exclamations. It intensified the experiences and to know the other was so practiced in what he did also made for a rousing good romp as well. The thought of having any sort of relations in this very spot made the boy shiver in delight. The idea was invigorating and he could hardly hold himself in his jeans as he felt the tingly jolt of lust pierce him like an arrow sent straight from Eros, the little winged bastard. He writhed agonizingly against his clothes and scraped his hips harshly against the other in what made a sound of fabric meshing together and an elicited groan from a certain needy farmboy. The nibble on his lips was the topper to his desire and he lunged at Lex’s mouth as though the very source was provide him the essence of life alone. The kiss was deep, intent, fire meets fire and prevailing a love so deep and professed that no separation could come between the two. His thoughts were no longer on the affects it would have on anyone, his family or even Lex himself. He shared the truth with the one he loved most and that was all that mattered. He clambered for the others attention, yearned for it and before long he was tearing at his jeans with a teenage impatience that practically revealed the boy throwing himself at the other. Oftentimes it was scenes like these that got people into so much trouble, but Clark was a wanton little boy who needed what he needed right then and there. And Lex was definitely what he needed. Puffs of air, timid, struggling squeaks, and wriggling hips fought against the terrible constraints his clothes held on him. His impatience and adolescent lust always got the best of him. Lex was supreme in these sort of situations, talking Clark down from his frustrations before ravaging the boy for all he was worth. Gods, he loved every aspect of the Luthor.

Watching the other male in such an sexual uproar was delightful to Lex, Lex never remembered being like Clark, it was almost as though he was born with the sexual knowledge he had today. Course he had been doing this sort of thing for a while, and his “first” was so far gone it was hard to remember. But to watch the boy in all his endeavors was exciting to Lex, more exciting was the sure power that he had over the other and Lex was a man that loved power, it was in his genes. As Clark pressed into Lex, Lex tossed his head back bucking into the other. After there emotional endeavor Lex felt different in a way, he moved his hands to help Clark pry at his clothing, he needed the other more then he had ever needed him before as they shared in a heated kiss, mawing at one another like it was their first kiss and last kiss wrapped into one, both tongues fighting for dominance in one-another’s mouths, gods the other was delicious and Lex just wanted to taste all of him. He clawed at the others back, though he didn’t know it yet he left no mark on the other, which in a way was a good thing. He managed to help the other remove his jeans tossing them aside with little effort, lex feeling the growing tension growing in his own pants to the point where it was annoying and slightly painful, but he wanted the other naked first, that was just how Lex ran, though their conversation had changed his thinking slightly, he buried his hands into the farmboys plaid boxer shorts fiddling for a moment until he found what he want, the others erection, he stroked it tenderly for a moment mapping the soft flesh with his hands. “Clark…” he breathed heavily breaking their feverish kiss. “I want you to fuck me tonight…” He said, it wasn’t really a question so much as it was a demand, Lex was always on top, it was in his nature, he liked being in charge, but tonight, something about him wanted the other to show him how much he truly loved Lex, and Lex was curious as to what the other could do, based on what he had learned from Lex and sexual endeavors as whole.

Clark’s body nearly gave way to bliss then and there as Lex’s assistance came into play, his trained hands verses Clark’s untrained scrimmage with this pants. The Luthor aided him in shucking his pants and plaid boxers happened to have been the prize beneath, but then Lex just kept going. Gawking at the sheer wonder, Clark nearly creamed himself then and there as the other’s hands went toward his nether regions. “Nn, Lex!” He shook a bit as a small trickle of delight pelted Lex’s stroking digits. He was still fresh to the concepts of sex and probably would maintain his near ‘maidenhood’ with the notion of forever still, but some part of him assumed Lex would probably enjoy that. Shooting upright, Clark worked the buttons of his flannel over shirt and managed to wrench it free without damaging it this time and same as much for the cotton shirt beneath. He was there with Lex, glorified by his build and plaid boxers. It was a contradiction and Clark had been slightly childish in some aspects as it was, but he was ready to share this adult moment ever still. When Lex issued his demand, the boy drew back some and blinked wonderingly. He’d never done that sort of thing before, in fact, he’d never even considered it. He was used to being Lex’s obedient bedfellow, but the reversal somewhat caught his intrigue. He wanted to make Lex happy so thusly he would oblige the other to the best of his abilities, but embarrassingly enough Clark had no experience in that field. In fact he’d never even slept with anyone before Lex. Lex had been his first, and all interest in the Lang girl had completely been vanquished… He nodded with an air of uncertainty as he slowly etched his sylphlike form out of the boxers leaving him tastefully dredged in the blanket that covered them so. Next he worked the other, pulling each button from Lex’s dress shirt tenderly before he threw it open, though he never entirely removed it. The belt was next, and though he was fumbling a bit, he managed to pull it free from the loops. Like a little boy opening a present on Christmas morning Clark kept at it, gingerly attending now to the slacks which were slid below Lex’s hips and eventually off from his feet. They were from two different worlds, this much was obvious. The Luthor’s taste in boxers were no match for Clark’s, but they were soon nonexistent as well and this was where it all began. Two bodies into one. And so ensues the nervousness of one untrained Clark Kent.

Lex knew he was asking a lot from the younger male, but a part of Lex was delightfully turned on by this role reversal. It had always been a bit of a fantasy for Lex, one he didn’t actually think he was going to get. But as the other tore off his shirt with a newly acquired grace for not ripping it clean off. As he did so Lex couldn’t help but lap a bit as his fingers watching the farmboy with a devious stare. Lex thought a bit on the fact that he might have been a pedophile had the legal age of consent in Kansas not been 16, which was good for Lex, legal wise, but not necessarily concept wise, when the other was finally exposed in all his glory Lex licked his lips, of gods, to think that in just a few minutes that pristine teenage body would be fucking him for all he was worth, it was near enough to send Lex over the edge. But he held his ground as he leaned back into his spot allowing the other to undress him, helping him along by shifting and moving as each bit of clothing was worked on he noticed how the other seemed a bit more awkward Lex couldn’t help but smile, he shifted a bit leaning up towards the other, chewing at the farm boys ear lobe playfully. “Don’t worry Clark, I’ll guide you.” His voice was soft and needy, he didn’t really care what the boy did so long as he did it soon. To be honest Lex had never been fucked by anyone either, however with his sexual education he knew what needed to be done, and how to get it done. As the younger of the pair began to work at the Luthor’s pants and boxers he arched and wiggled wanting nothing more then to be exposed to the other as the clothing was slowly removed Lex found himself panting a bit more his breathing unable to control itself.

Lex bode Clark along with reassurance and the boy was becoming more enthusiastic with the concept of having his best friend—lover. The twiddling tongue of Lex Luthor about Clark’s fingers sent another wracking shiver through the boy’s body. He couldn’t control the aching growth in between his legs much longer. He needed contact and he needed it now! “Sh-show me, Lex.. I need you, now..!” His entire face was flushed a crimson hue and his blue gaze kept drifting ravenously over the body that was below him. Their unclothed bodies were heated so immeasurably that Clark felt he was about to burn from the inside out. He leaned in and felt a sweet gnawing at his ear lobe. This brought about a playful chuckle from the boy who returned the sincerity with a quick nip to his neck. He kept himself there for a bit, lapping at the crevices of Lex’s collar bone and throat. He’d likely leave a little evidence of him being there what with the voracious suckling he was partaking in. Slowly he drew kisses up the Luthor’s jaw line until he reached a pair of hungry lips. A kiss took flight and so did the youngest Kent’s heart, soul, and mind. He was elsewhere, heaven perhaps and there with the greatest person in all the world. Finding out about himself couldn’t come with a better individual. His body found itself positioning, prying the other’s legs apart to come in between them, resting their lengths together. This caused the boy to growl in anticipation. He would wait for Lex’s instruction before he went any further.

Clark’s words buzzed about in Lex’s ears as the other shouted his need for the older male. God he was new so fresh, so needed, and in all honesty Lex wanted Clark to need him, he smiled as the other beckoned for direction, for a moment Lex though about denying the other male any. To let him figure it out all on his own, but Lex wasn’t that cruel. Lex was a lot of things, but not cruel. As the other played about his neck he arched it, giving the younger male more access to it, wanting the other to devour him in any way shape or form, a small part of Lex, the professional business side wanted to say to the other to keep his biting and nipping below the collar line, however he was in such a state of bliss that the non-business side of Lex Luthor said “Fuck it.” Let them stare at his hicky’s in fa he’d flaunt them. As the other moved about spreading his hips and placing himself inbetween them Lex couldn’t help but buck his hips in response as they crossed swords, feeling the skin against skin was nearly orgasmic as he felt himself spasm a tad, leaking onto himself a bit with a groan, this was all too much for the youngest Luthor and he couldn’t handle his own need to tease the other, slowly he shifted a bit panting as he did so he leaned up towards the other, grabbing the young males hand and wrapping his mouth around the hot digits, slowly he worked around them as though they were a different part of the males anatomy, finally he removed his lips giving the tallest digit a flick with his tongue. “Prepare me.” He said forcefully his voice a low growl, to be honest Lex didn’t even want to be prepared, he wanted to be fucked roughly, but Lex had to work, it wasn’t an option not to, and the last thing he needed was to be wracked with pain as he sat through another business call or meeting, it was bad enough lately he had been completely distracted. He arched himself a bit widening his legs to allow the other access to himself and he moved to wrap his arms around the others neck, demanding attention from the younger male as his hands danced about the others neck clawing with a feral need.

Clark did well to get away with what he was doing as of now. He had no control of his mouth, no ability to stop himself at this point, but it was a new kind of rush. He continued to reign over the Luthor’s neck and some over his chest, but it had to end, things had to continue and this wasn’t enough to pacify either male. Finally his distress was heard and Lex took to the boy’s hand, his fingers being bathed in all the grandeur that was Lex Luthor. A soft purring could be heard from Clark as the male coaxed another miniature spurt of creamy delight from the boy, his body trembling with the need and want for an unhindered finish. These teasing bouts they were partaking in were all very well, but this was about to drive the boy over the edge and he didn’t know what was over said edge much less what to expect. He kept very little cool in that Lex’s tongue was so tantalizing to observe. With on final seductive lap his fingers were released and just in time too. With the command in suit, Clark nodded eagerly, the ever loving student following his master’s lead. He reached down with an unpracticed shuffle, grazing his digits over the others sac teasingly before he met with Lex’s entry. Briefly he watched the man’s expressions to make certain he was doing the right thing before he continued. Inserting precariously the finger that would press open the tight warmth of his friend Clark’s body went through another tussle of emotions. “Oh God, Lex—you’re so tight and warm!” He hadn’t really expected himself to really announce as much, but just to have the other clasped about him in such a simple fashion was really quite surprisingly enjoyable.

Lex loved being the others commander, he never really thought he was all that into S&M, he had had enough of being tied up by random people really as it happened atleast once a month it seemed like. He shook the thoughts from his head as he realized he needed to be focused at the task at hand as the others mouth danced about his body, keeping him in the reality of what they were doing. He could sense the need that rippled through the others body, and Lex watched at the effect his finger licking had on the other male, it was delicious in a sense but if they didn’t hurry up now, he was going to spend the boy before he was ready, and that wasn’t going to happen, not if Lex could help it. As the male slid his slick fingers down towards Lex’s neither regions and across the males nads Lex let out a moan of pleasure, oh gods, for someone who didn’t know what they were doing Clark was driving Lex to new maddening heights and as he slid his first finger into Lex’s entrance he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head and a shiver coursed through his spine as the other announced how he was he smiled a bit shivering with anticipation. “You want it, don’t you?” He asked hungrily leaning up towards the other and nibbling at the younger males lower lip with an untapped desire. He gyrated his hips a bit, moving against the others fingers speeding the process along a bit, he needed the other fully inside him, and he needed it quickly.

Clark felt tormented by the other in an emotional stance, teased and antagonized by Lex’s sheer gross of knowledge on everything he did to the boy. Clark was powerful, yes, but Lex held a power that consumed Clark and was able to dominate the Kryptonian in all his untapped nobility. Clark was destined to rule the planet, but he could barely rule himself so that pretty much ‘ruled’ out that notion and Jor-El has yet to even mention the conquest to the boy. Clark’s fingers wriggled about with one in particular dancing in and out of the other man’s body. To Lex’s tease Clark let loose a feral sound that that couldn’t be at all deciphered as anything sensible or coherent, but eventually the boy made sense, albeit breathless sense, “..Yes, now!” He prodded the individual, snapped at the other’s lip vengefully but thankfully not with the power he was intended for. Sucking said lip Clark’s growing need set a blaze a new feeling. A powerful sensation that warped his mind from the way he normally stood in situations like these. Lex was granting him the throne and Clark was about to take the ascension. “I don’t think I can keep doing this Lex..!” He wrought the imposing digit free from its nest and hefted the others legs a bit, situating knowingly between them before he pressed the head of his manhood at the Luthors entry. He wanted to wait for confirmation, he wanted to be patient, but his teenage lust got the better of him and had Lex been a lady bedfellow, he would have been considered less than a gentleman for such forceful behavior. Pressing completely into the male Clark exploded with a rapacious groan that emitted loudly in every crevice of the Luthor’s den.

Lex felt himself getting somewhat high off the power he had over the young farmboy, so it became a good thing that he was knocked back into reality by the bite at his lip, but at the same time he let out a bit of a feral growl pressing into the other. “God damn it!” He said not in anger nor in frustration. But just because, he should have been pissed at the action, but instead he was even more aroused then before, he felt his cock twitch as the others prodding fingers left their post and was replaced by Clark’s hot length. He grabbed at the others broad shoulders and bucked his hips up towards the other as the other situated himself about. Urging him on his fists clenching and unclenching against the boys muscular shoulders. “Then fuck me!” Lex mouthed breathlessly, he was somewhat surprised at his own reaction, he had no idea how badly he wanted this, but his body and mind knew subconsciously as they put this whole thing in perspective and as the other slid into him rather roughly Lex arched his back in approval, letting out a bit of a harsh moan like scream he wasn’t used to this at all but the ecstasy that was coursing though his veins numbed the pain. He was going to feel it in the morning, but right now that didn’t matter, nothing matter but Clark Kent as his body took a moment to adjust Lex leaned up towards the other, nibbling at his neck this turn around, urging the other on silently in a need and want that had no bounds. “Oh god’s Clark, take me.”

Clark was actually somewhat grateful in all his lack of control that Lex wasn’t angry that he had taken the man so harshly. It was all he could do from breaking the other with the strength of his passionate turmoil. Once he was inside the feeling was overwhelming and he nearly spent himself in that very instant—one being so fresh and young in the throngs of sexual endeavors was always so quick to spend. Surprisingly he maintained himself, but he had to cease movement and collect some bearing before he could continue. He withdrew at the vocalizations of the other beneath him and slid back in. A shivering hiss came from the boy as he re-entered the other. It was absolutely indescribable and perhaps one of the best feelings of power he had ever endured. “Lex, I’m so close already,” he whimpered, his voice choking back the lack of oxygen he was receiving. He hesitated once more, heaving a few deep breaths before he repeated the process until he was able to control some hint of his body’s want to explode within the other. He shifted some, pushing Lex’s legs further upright and the results would be amazing allowing the boy to insert with less obstruction and more depth. This became pattern for Clark, in and out, further and further into a loving oblivion, and the pace would quicken, strengthen and his love for Lex be unveiled for him to see. “I..gods..I love you..!”

The older male tossed his head back against the pillows, his hips bucking in response to the boys thrusting. Oh gods, Lex could never imagine that he could love anything so much as he loved this, of course it wasn’t about to become a regular thing, oh no Lex wouldn’t let that happen not yet, but this moment, this pure blissful moment. He clawed at the others back in desperation as Clark shifted his s to get a better position on the situation, so he had learned something during all those encounters with Lex. Lex felt horrible for corrupting the poor farm boy, but at the same time he got a bit of a jolly out of it as well. As the other began to find a rhythm he liked and felt comfortable with. Lex leaned in towards the other placing a forceful kiss on the others lips, tasting every inch of the other male he could. His lip still stung as he kissed, but he pushed that to the back of his mind, because right now he was too enthralled with the other male for it to matter much. “If you’re so close, then go all the way.” He stated his voice was deep and husky, and was trailed with another buck of his thin hips against the others with a chaser of a throaty moan and as the other continued with his new pattern Lex moaned against the other, needing more, wanting more. “I love you, so fucking much Clark.” He said leaning into the others broad shoulders as if melting into the others embrace. He loved Clark, more then words could even begin to describe, and right now Lex couldn’t find the right words even if he tried.

Clark’s hands were now firmly planted on Lex’s hips as he used the man’s body as leverage for his rocking thrusts. For long minutes he continued this rhythmic endeavor, pushing into the man beneath him in a constant mind boggling state of teenage lust. Sheets of white shielded any logistical thought from penetrating Clark’s senses, as he ravaged Lex in a first time fit of covetousness. The boy relished in this, pumping into the other as if he had become a mere tool for Clark’s pleasurable venture. He nearly forgot for the briefest of moments that he was where he was, he was who he was, and what he was doing had been something based on the concepts of their love. It was a vast swarming hoard of power that he’d never felt before and had dreadfully reveled in, in ways that were probably a bit too overwhelming for him. He’d probably regret being so severe with the other later, but as it was, he couldn’t fathom the idea of stopping. When Lex spoke, however, he broke from his fitful trance and snapped back to some version of reality to look the other over for a brief moment before he succumbed to his senses yet again. “I need you!” he snarled hungrily. “I need to show you.. show you hat I love you! Lex I’m going to come!” In that statement Clark’s body began to tense, Lex’ fingers digging into his flesh felt amazing and added to the affect of his writhing preparation. His movement intensified and before he knew it, Clark was releasing his every essence into the man he so dearly loved.. Noises, akin to those that he made when he was on the receiving end, emitted from the boy in the end Clark was indeed quite the compliant sort.

Lex arched his back even more trying desperately to keep himself from boiling over the edge as the other ravished him. Oh yeah Lex was going to regret all this, in his bodily sense, mentally he would never regret this moment in fact it would always reign heavily in his mind as one of the best experiences he ever had. His breath became more and more harsh as the other seemed to speed up his rhythm in teenage lust, Clark was full of untapped control and Lex loved that about him. He was so willing, so lustful, so needy that Lex just wanted to take advantage of him any chance he could. Their relationship was not purely based on sex, oh no, the events prior to this showed that in a whole new light, but at the same time it was one of the benefits that both enjoyed taking part of that was for sure. Lex was thrown back into their acts from his thoughts for what seemed like the millionth time that night, it was hard to believe he could think so much about themselves when he was being ravished like this. The other’s words rang in his ears as he panted his mouths moving but unable to form words as the other pounded into Lex. As the other announced his peak it wasn’t long before he followed through with it. Lex clung to the others shoulders keeping himself grounded as he felt the other loose himself inside his ever willing body. That was enough to send shivers coursing through his body and as the other tensed he too felt his body spasm in sweet release. His hips bucking wildly against the others as his seed shot from his body in wave after wave of pleasure, coating both Clarks and his own chest with himself. He panted heavily feeling slightly dizzy as he leaned his head into Clark’s shoulder trying to steady his breath, finally he was able to form words, which was a step up. “Oh, I think you showed me…” Lex said, a devious smile curling onto his lips as he leaned over to place a soft kiss on the others cheek.