Clex Update: Gravity, Chapter 5

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Clex update! :-) In honour of phoenixnz's birthday, I've taken a quick break from my Crisis streak to update her birthday fic, Gravity.  I've never written anything so fast.  Seriously; I've had a total of 2 hours sleep out of the last 24, but it's been worth it.  :-)

This one's for you, Leanne.  And I hereby promise to get this finished before your next birthday rolls around!!! :-D Enjoy. Rated NC-17 to the Nth degree, so no minors behind the cut, please. Mansmut Ahoy! :-P  

Gloriously awesome banner by ctbn60.  Thanks a million, Carol! :-) 

Title:              Gravity

Author:          BabyDee Pairing:          Clex

Rating:           NC-17.  Graphic slash.  Extremely so. 

Warnings:     Very, very, very explicit mansmut.  I repeat, VERY. You’ve been warned.

Timeline:      Season 9 (Saviour and beyond)

Disclaimer:   All characters belong to the CW & DC comics. 

Summary:     Clark’s clandestine relationship with Lex is keeping him grounded – and not in a good way.

Feedback:      …is lurvely! J

 

 

Read previous chapter here.

Read story from the beginning here.

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

But you're neither friend nor foe

Though I can't seem to let you go…

 - ‘Gravity’, by Sara Bareilles

  

 

He couldn’t believe he’d actually said the words out loud, but now that he had, Clark could think of nothing else but Lex inside him, making love to him…

 

…fucking him. 

 

And he’d thought that was what Lex wanted, too, judging from the blunt pressure of the other man’s cock against his backside.  But to his utter bewilderment and rage, Lex pulled away from him.

 

“Damn it, Lex, I said I wanted this!” he yelled in frustration. 

 

Lex had the audacity to smile.  “And I want it too, Clark, I do,” he replied, zipping up his pants.  “But not here.” 

 

Clark stared at him as he lifted him to his feet.  “Where, then?” he asked.

 

“The Mansion,” he whispered.  “Take us to the Mansion.  I want you in my bed, between my sheets.” 

 

Clark heaved a sigh of relief.  In one swift move, he swept up their belongings  and leapt into the air with Lex in a huge leap, heading towards Smallville.

 

***

 

A second later, they landed on the roof of the grand Luthor Mansion.

 

“So this is how you always bypassed by security,” Lex mused with a wry grin.

 

Clark rolled his eyes.  “Come on, Lex.  Every Tom, Dick and Harry bypassed your security - with considerable ease, I might add.” 

 

Lex chuckled, his silvery eyes twinkling with warmth for the first time in a long time.   The ineptitude of his security team had been a long-running joke with Clark and his friends for years.  Lex’s minions were, as Chloe had once snarkily put it, clearly recruited from the Acme Rent-a-Cop Agency, and they all either betrayed him, turned evil, or were as much use to him as the statues getting crapped on in Kansas State Park.  

 

Lex cocked his head towards the door of the roof garden.  “Let’s go downstairs, Clark,” he whispered.  

 

Clark smiled and took his hand, and together they walked down the stairs and through the halls until they got to the Master Bedroom. 

 

Lex’s bedroom, Clark thought with a thrill as Lex turned on the lights, setting the dimmer to low.  Thankfully when Tess had been in residence here, she’d used one of the many guest rooms, leaving Lex’s personal space untouched.  Deep down she must have always known he’d return to claim what was his.

 

As Lex went to draw the curtains, Clark stared at the swaths of rich purple silk covering the bed, and stifled a grin. 

 

“Something funny?” Lex asked, raising a brow as he unbuttoned his shirt. 

 

Clark pointed to the bed. “Purple silk sheets,” he replied.  “Only you would sleep on purple silk sheets.”

 

“What, you have a problem with purple?” he asked with a grin.  “I have some black ones that may be more to your liking, given your current wardrobe choices.” 

 

“Ouch,” Clark replied, looking wounded.  “Though I suppose I did ask for that one.”    

 

Lex finished unbuttoning his shirt, keeping his gaze firmly on Clark the whole time.  He shrugged out of it and shucked his shoes and socks off, then unbuckled his pants and stepped out of them and his boxers.  Then he straightened and stood before Clark, completely naked.

 

Clark’s mouth watered as he stared at Lex in all his naked glory.  His skin was completely hairless and smooth-skinned, like a gorgeous Greek marble statue come to life.  His gaze dropped to Lex’s bobbing erection, long and thick and pulsing with life, and his own body tightened painfully in response. 

 

“You’re beautiful, Lex,” he said hoarsely. 

 

Lex smiled.  “Thank you, Clark,” he replied quietly.  “No-one’s ever said that to me before.” 

 

Clark often forgot about Lex’s hairlessness being the effect of his exposure to kryptonite radiation.  It had never really occurred to him that Lex might be conscious of it to the point of insecurity. 

 

Lex’s lustful gaze ran over him.  “Now take your clothes off,” he said in a low voice.  “I want to see you again; I’ve been thinking of you ever since that day in the Fortress.” 

 

Clark swallowed and pulled his black t-shirt off with shaky fingers, then quickly divested himself of the rest of his clothing until he was as naked as Lex.  Lex walked slowly over to him and laced his fingers with Clarks, then leaned forward and brushed his lips over his in soft kisses.

 

“You’re beautiful too,” he whispered against his mouth.  “I wanted to do this the moment I met you.” 

 

Clark moaned and thrust his tongue into Lex’s mouth, swirling it around the warm moistness.  Lex wrapped his arms around him and sucked eagerly on Clark’s tongue, deepening the kiss.  Clark’s knees wobbled and he allowed Lex to push him down onto the bed and follow him down, covering Clark’s body with his. 

 

They kissed ardently, hands feverishly caressing each other all over.  Lex shifted slightly and pushed Clark over onto his stomach, then settled over him again.

 

“This is how I’ve always wanted you, Clark,” he whispered, leaving kisses down the length of Clark’s spine.  “I’ve thought about doing this to you for years.” 

 

A thrum of sexual excitement buzzed through Clark as Lex’s tongue stroked the length of his crack, his hands squeezing the tight flesh of his buttocks.

 

“Why didn’t you ever…say anything?” Clark managed to get out between gasps. 

 

Lex’s questing tongue stroked deeper between the cheeks and Clark gasped as the intensely intimate caress sent shockwaves through his entire body. 

 

“You were too young,” he murmured, biting the soft cheek and then licking the smooth skin.  “And your parents would have had me arrested.” 

 

Lex’s tongue dipped deep and boldly stroked the entrance to Clark’s body, making Clark’s brain sizzle in an instant.

 

“Holy fuck!” he hissed.

 

Lex chuckled against his ass.  “That’s why they would have had me arrested.”

 

Clark gasped Lex’s name repeatedly as his hands squeezed his ass and his licks became bolder and wetter.   Lex’s tongue pressed hard against him and Clark whimpered and begged for release from the sweet torment.

 

“We’ll get there,” Lex murmured.  He gave Clark’s ass one last squeeze before reaching between his legs to caress his balls.  Strange animal noises escaped Clark’s throat and his cock was so hard it hurt with every beat of his heart.

 

“Lex, fuck me…please,” he begged.  “Now.” 

 

He didn’t keep him waiting.  Lex reached under the pillow and pulled out a tube of lube and a condom, and Clark waited in anticipation as Lex sheathed himself and settled over him. 

 

“Just relax,” Lex whispered, stroking his entrance and pushing his moistened fingers into Clark’s body.  “And Clark…promise me you won’t hold back.” 

 

“I won’t hold back,” he gasped as Lex gently stretched him.

 

“Good.  Rise up on your hands and knees for me.”   

 

Clark got up on his hands and knees as asked, and Lex knelt between his legs and pressed up against him intimately just as he had on the rooftop.  Lex’s slick cock nudged forward, pushing slowly past the tight ring of muscle and sliding deep into Clark’s body. 

 

Clark groaned in pleasure as Lex filled him, every cell in his body infused with the strongest pleasure he’d ever felt.  Lex withdrew and thrust and the pleasure built, spreading through him in waves.

 

“Lex,” he groaned in utter ecstasy.  “Aah…”

 

“God, Clark,” he muttered hoarsely, and grasped his hips and began to make love to him in earnest. 

 

It was the greatest pleasure he had ever experienced.  Lex’s hard shaft pounded into him over and over, driving him crazy with pure lust.  He leaned over Clark and gently licked his ear while one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock and squeezed him hard. 

 

“Shit,” Clark groaned.  “Lex…Lex…” 

 

“Say my name again,” Lex growled, thrusting harder and faster. 

 

“Lex!” Clark yelled as his own hips bucked back against Lex’s in counterthrust.  Lex growled in satisfaction and clung to him, making love to him steadily. 

 

Clark closed his eyes and surrendered to the carnal bliss.  There was no denying his feeling for Lex anymore, no ignoring the pull that had existed between them from the moment they’d met.  They had formed a close connection which had gotten severed, almost irreparably.  But the tide had turned, and now they were connected as intimately as two people could possibly be.

 

Clark savoured the repeated thud of Lex’s thrusts, stretching out the intense pleasure for as long as he possibly could, until he could hold back the blissful flow no longer. 

 

His cock jerked violently in Lex’s palm and his entire body shuddered with ecstasy as his orgasm hit him with the force of a freight train.  Clark literally exploded with pleasure; a wild, pulsing orgasm that sent raw sexual energy surging through every pore.  Lex’s hand pumped him as ribbons of his come spurted all over the purple silk sheets, soaking into the soft fabric in white lines. 

 

Lex was still pounding into his ass with fierce thrusts in ever-increasing speed.  Suddenly he thrust deep and groaned loudly; a long, drawn-out sound that sounded like it had been pulled from the deepest part of his soul.  His body shook at the force of the orgasm tearing through his body and he clutched Clark intently as the pleasure pulsed through him. 

 

Eventually Lex’s knees gave way and he collapsed on the bed beside Clark, breathing heavily.  His eyes were closed tight as he drew in deep lungfuls of air to steady his breathing.  Clark hesitated for a second, and then extended his arm to stroke Lex’s sweaty back. 

 

Lex’s eyes flickered open and Clark was surprised to see vulnerability in their grey depths.  Vulnerability, tenderness and…something else, something he didn’t dare name.  He swallowed and continued to stroke the length of Lex’s back, finding enjoyment in bringing comfort to the man who had shown him so much pleasure and helped him understand a deeply hidden part of himself. 

 

Lex’s eyes drifted shut again and Clark could feel the tension easing in those muscles.  He shifted closer to Lex and pulled him up against himself, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and his leg over Lex’s hip.  Then he reached down and pulled the purple sheet over them both. 

 

Lex made a contended sound and snuggled close to him, much to Clark’s amazement.  Within minutes Lex’s breathing slowed and he fell into a deep sleep, his smooth head tucked into the crook of Clark’s neck.

 

Clark blinked and smiled.  Given the energetic way Lex had made love to him, it was no surprise that he’d fallen asleep straight afterward.  The real surprise, however, was the discovery that Big Bad Lex was a cuddler.  Who would have thought it?

 

Absently Clark brushed his lips on Lex’s smooth forehead and then grinned at the tender caress.  Apparently he was just as much of a cuddler as Lex was.

 

Gradually he came down from his orgasmic high but as his orgasm ebbed, so did his confidence as his rational brain came back online.  Lex was still his enemy, someone that had done terrible things to so many people.  He was finding it hard to remember that, and remember exactly why he had branded Lex as evil. 

 

Clark gave a weary sigh.  This was exactly what he’d been afraid of, why he’d run from Lex after that first encounter in the Fortress.  Because deep down, no matter what Lex had done, Clark had always loved him, probably always would.  And he had worried that Lex would find that chink in his armour and milk it for everything it was worth.  So Clark had suddenly started blaming Lex for every bad thing under the sun, using that to gradually pull away from him. 

 

A small corner of his mind still wondered if Lex was using sex to manipulate him.  Lex, like his father Lionel, was well-versed in the Luthorian art of spotting and exploiting the weaknesses of the opposition.  What if, after all this, he found out he was just another one of Lex’s conquests? 

 

The thought made him feel slightly ill and a little bit angry.  He pulled Lex closer to him and stroked his smooth shoulder, feeling the tiredness creep into his limbs. 

 

Slowly Clark let his eyelids drift shut, shutting out the world around him.  He’d enjoy this night with the man he loved.  Tomorrow, things would go back to how they were.  But he knew it was only a matter of time before Lex came looking for him again – or he himself went skulking out on Luthorcorp rooftops, waiting for Lex to make an appearance. 

 

Idly he kissed Lex’s forehead again, smiling as Lex made another one of those contented purrs.  “’Love you, Clark,” he murmured in his sleep. 

 

Clark stilled and his hand froze in mid-stroke.  His heart, however, beat with such ferocity he feared it might burst right out of his chest. 

 

Lex loved him.  He’d probably never uttered those words to anyone.  Lex never showed weakness of any kind, emotional or physical. 

 

However, he couldn’t lie to his subconscious.  And Lex’s subconscious had spoken the words loud and clear.

 

Love you, Clark.

 

Clark stroked Lex’s smooth cheek with one finger and kissed him on the forehead one last time.  “I love you too, Lex.” 

 

And he finally allowed himself to fall asleep in his lover’s arms.

 

***

 

Chapter 6…