Clex Fanfic: Wanted, Part 2/2
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...the concluding part of Wanted. Hope y'all like it, and my sincere thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Title: Wanted
Author:babydee1
Pairing: Clex
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M Sexual situations (Slash)
Timeline: Prequel to Whipped
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: A surprise sympathy visit from Lex opens Clark’s eyes to a world of possibilities he’d never given thought to. Prequel to Whipped
Feedback: …Always. :-)
Wanted
Read Part 1 here.
Part 2
Clark stilled and fell silent. The only sound in the room was the innocuous ticking of the wall-clock, a complete contrast to the sudden shift of energy in the air.
Lex inwardly cursed at his own impatience. Years of concealing his true affection for Clark Kent, only to blurt it out in a few careless seconds. He truly hadn’t come over here tonight with seduction on his mind… okay, maybe a part of him was hoping that Clark would open his eyes to the possibility, or at least the idea of a relationship with another man. In time, he’d hoped that it would lead to Clark realising that his relationship with him, Lex, could be so much more than what it had ever been.
Perhaps it wasn’t a complete surprise to Clark. Lex remembered clearly the looks Clark had given him when he was younger, how his nostrils would flare slightly if he caught sight of Lex without his shirt on, or how his eyes narrowed when Lex bent low over the pool table; oh yes, he’d noticed, all right. And while Lex hadn’t exactly flaunted his feelings for Clark, he had returned those smouldering looks enough to make it fairly obvious that he was interested in the young man, though of course making sure of course not to cross the line and do or say anything inappropriate, especially as Clark had been considerably young for adult relationships back then. But he was well of age now, a fact that had been at the back of Lex’s mind when he’d come to show Clark some support with this friendly visit.
But it looked like he had played his hand too soon, for Clark was slowly turning his face towards him and any second now the surprise that was holding Clark’s body rigid with shock would manifest in an expression of disgust and repulsion. Clark was going to shove him out of his bed, call him a fucking faggot, and tell him to get the hell out of his house and his life. The end. Nice one, Lex.
Lex swallowed hard and forced himself to meet Clark’s searching gaze. The surprise and shock was clear in those green eyes, and he waited for them to narrow with anger and distaste at his not so subtle proposition.
And waited.
And waited some more.
And even longer, but that look never materialised. Instead, those eyes widened as realisation dawned, and Clark stared at him, the shift turning from shock to wonder. Wonder perhaps to learn that Lex was attracted to him; or that he could actually admit to himself that there was something deep inside him that called to Lex that had long lain dormant and was now bubbling to the surface.
Finally he spoke. “What are you saying, Lex?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
“What do you think I’m saying, Clark?” he countered softly. His hand that had been on Clark’s shoulder shifted slightly so that his fingers brushed the curls at Clark’s nape, and Clark inhaled sharply at the gentle caress.
“I…I don’t know,” he replied breathlessly.
“I think you do,” Lex whispered, his voice low and seductive as his fingers crept upward into Clark’s hair. “You feel it, don’t you?”
Clark stared at him, but didn’t answer; not verbally, anyway. His body language, however, was speaking in volumes. His tacit acceptance of Lex’s hand that was gently sifting through his hair and kneading his scalp in a way that couldn’t be passed off as platonic; the fact that they were lying on a bed together and Clark hadn’t inched away or told him to back off, the way he relaxed his neck slightly to get the full benefit of the gentle caress… all clear signs that Clark knew exactly what was going on here.
“Whatever it is that you feel,” Lex went on quietly, “…just go with it. For once in your life, just… go with it.”
There. He’d put himself out there; his part was done. It was now up to Clark to take the next step, and that was the hardest step of all; the acknowledgement to one’s self that yes; they were attracted to someone who was of the same sex as them, and yes; they were ready to accept it and do something about it.
Clark’s chest began to rise and fall rather rapidly as his breathing became more laboured. A tiny frisson of triumph flared in Lex’s soul, because he knew what that meant. Clark was thinking about it; about them, together, and it was turning him on. Lex could bet that there was a huge, hard bulge rising in Clark’s pants right now, but he didn’t want to be the first to blink in this staring war. Look at his face, he urged himself mentally. Look into his eyes. His own groin was burning with need, but he ignored it in the face of the young man’s inner turmoil.
Clark’s lips opened ever slightly, as if he wanted to speak, and his gaze flickered to Lex’s lips. It was a swift movement, over almost as soon as it was done, but it was there. There were two, maybe three inches of space separating them, but the tension in the air, the magnetism and heat between them, was palpable…and undeniable.
Clark leaned forward ever so slowly, closing the gap between them millimetre by millimetre, until Lex could feel the breath from Clark’s mouth on his own lips. He inhaled, breathing in the same air that Clark exhaled, drawing on that invisible thread as Clark leaned ever closer; until finally those soft, warm lips made contact with his.
***
It was an electrical awakening, like being brought to life with a lightning bolt.
Sparks tingled on Lex’s mouth where Clark’s lips met his, and the enormity of the moment seemed to still time itself.
Clark was kissing him. Clark Kent was actually, actually kissing him.
Lex parted his lips and waited for more, but Clark seemed to have reached a point of indecision; too far into it to back out, but too scared to take things further. He needed a little help, and Lex was glad to give it to him… but only a little. This was still Clark’s journey of discovery, and he didn’t want the young man to feel at all like he had been cajoled or coerced into anything.
Lex closed his mouth slightly, gently trapping Clark’s lower lip between his, and applied just the barest hint of suction before pulling back. There was a light smack as they broke contact; Clark swallowed and blinked, staring open-mouthed at Lex. He leaned forward again, offering another light kiss, only this time he caught Lex’s upper lip and lightly ran his tongue under the seam. Lex gasped, parting his lips further and Clark slipped his tongue into his mouth, brushing it lightly against Lex’s tongue.
A groan escaped Lex before he could control it, but far from startling Clark, it appeared to energise him. His hand crept behind Lex’s neck, pulling him forward as his lips descended harder, his tongue pushing insistently into Lex’s mouth. And then they were kissing; proper, full-on kisses that escalated rapidly and fanned the embers of desire that had been simmering in both of them for years.
Clark’s wrapped his arms around Lex’s waist and pulled him close, spreading his fingers to stroke and caress him through the warm silk of his shirt before tugging insistently at the shirt fabric, finally pulling it free of the waistband of his trousers.
Lex lifted his head and came up for air. “Clark,” he whispered raggedly. He wanted to tell him that it was alright; he could take it slow, there was no rush; but somehow, all those words died in his throat when Clark groaned and pulled hard at the front of the shirt with both hands. Buttons popped free along the length of the garment as he sliced the shirt open, ripping it clean in half. Clark leaned forward and pressed his lips to Lex’s throat, exploring the vein pulsing in his neck with his tongue. He travelled down Lex’s chest, dropping soft kisses along the way as he went, making him shiver with delight.
Their hands were all over each other, exploring feverishly. Lex reached for Clark’s shirt and deftly unbuttoned it as Clark tried in vain to get Lex’s belt unbuckled; with a growl, Clark yanked hard at the fabric, and like the shirt before it, Lex’s trousers, belt and briefs were all ripped asunder in one precise move.
Clark’s voraciousness surprised and delighted Lex. For someone who had probably not given a gay relationship any serious thought up until a few moments ago, he was showing a keen interest in that Lex had to offer. A small part of Lex wondered how much of this raw, hungry desire was actually Clark’s latent feelings for him, and how much was his subconscious urging him to stick it to Lana by getting hot and heavy with her ex-husband; either way, it didn’t matter too much to Lex. He finally had Clark in his arms, circumstances be damned, and he wasn’t going to let him go any time soon.
Lex finally managed to free Clark of his shirt, and somehow Clark’s jeans found their way to the floor, and Lex leaned back to see what he had uncovered.
Sweet Jesus. Clark had the body of a Greek God; tanned, smooth, supple skin over hard, sculpted muscle; tight pectorals, firm thighs, and a washboard stomach leading to a dense thicket of hair from which sprang the proudest, thickest erection Lex had ever seen.
Lex’s mouth watered, hungry for the hard, heated flesh that throbbed in front of him. He swallowed and stared at that beautiful cock, utterly speechless. He wanted to bury his face between Clark’s legs and take all of that glorious length in his mouth, sucking hard until Clark gave him everything he had to give. He wanted to bathe Clark’s balls with his tongue and slide it down along the crease to the hidden crevice between his cheeks. He wanted to do all that and more… but he was mindful that control of this encounter remained with Clark. This was not a time for seduction, or words. This was a moment of magic, an hour created for passion that was meant to be exhilarated in, not debated.
So he held back and waited whilst Clark indulged in a fair amount of open-mouthed staring of his own. Lex watched with a hooded gaze as Clark’s eyes and hands simultaneously travelled down Lex’s pale torso, then held his breath as one travelling hand came to rest on his jutting cock. Clark hesitated briefly, then wrapped his hand around Lex’s member and squeezed.
Lex moaned loudly and his eyelids drifted shut as Clark began to stroke him, sliding his fist up and down his cock in smooth strokes. Lex drew in deep, steadying breaths his heart racing as Clark shifted into his lap and settled above him. Clark’s hand slowed and he stared down at Lex, his inexperience evident as he clearly wondered exactly where they would go from here. Lex smiled at Clark’s innocence; maybe a little helping hand to the next level wouldn’t hurt.
Lex slowly caressed Clark’s lower belly, then reached lower to the sheathed steel pointing stiffly upward from between his thighs. Clark groaned at his skilful touch, his voice rising as Lex pleasured him to almost breaking point.
Clark whimpered as Lex slowed his hand, but Lex wasn’t stopping; merely pausing. He angled Clark’s cock downwards and pressed it against his own heated flesh. Understanding flashed in Clark’s eyes and he began to thrust against Lex, sliding their cocks together until the moisture seeping from both of them made their movements heated and slick, and their breathing heavy with desire.
Clark arched his back and groaned as his pleasure increased. Lex took Clark’s hand and used it to encircle them both, doubling the sweet friction until they were both sweating and panting hard from the rapidly increasing pleasure. He tightened his hand around Clark’s, keeping both their members in his grasp, and guided Clark’s hand up and down, intensifying the sweet ache until both of them were pumping fiercely, hurtling towards fulfilment.
Lex reached up with his free hand and pulled Clark’s head down for a scorching kiss. Clark responded ardently, using his other hand to anchor Lex’s neck as he thrust his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply. Suddenly Clark’s hips stuttered and jerked and then and then a burst of warm liquid spurted between them as Clark came hard, his sticky release lubricating them further as their linked hands still stroked them both vigorously. Lex felt his own passion begin to spiral out of control and he broke free of the kiss just in time to see his own seed spill onto Clark’s belly in soft, pearlescent ribbons on their sweat-sheened skin. His orgasm surged through him, pulsing in strong waves through his entire body until he collapsed back on the bed with Clark on top of him, both of them utterly spent.
***
The air was filled with the harsh sound of their heavy breathing, which gradually began to slow. Lex opened his eyes to see Clark staring at him, some uncertainty beginning to creep into those green eyes now that his passion had been slaked. Lex smiled and gathered him to his chest, pressing soft kisses to his forehead in silent reassurance and comfort. He stroked Clark’s arms and shoulders gently, easing the tension out of those limbs until Clark finally relaxed in his arms.
No words were spoken. Words would lead to questions and self-reproach, and Lex didn’t want Clark thinking about anything right now other than how good they had felt in each other’s arms.
The stickiness between them began to cool, a potent reminder of their passionate encounter. Lex felt around the bed until he found his briefs, which he used to tenderly wipe Clark’s belly before attending to his own. Once they were both sufficiently dried off, Lex lay back and wrapped his arms around Clark once more, his fingers gently soothing Clark’s scalp through the thick chestnut waves.
Clark’s breathing began to slow, and within minutes he had fallen asleep, his breaths slow and steady. Lex smiled to himself and managed to reach the comforter at the foot of the bed and pull it over them.
There would be a conversation, eventually; Clark would no doubt ‘come to his senses,’ question his sexuality and proclaim their little encounter as nothing more than an emotional rebound, a one-off that would not be repeated. But Lex wasn’t going to let him shy away that easily. He had waited years for this moment; so had Clark, if he were going to be honest with himself. His reluctance to bed Lana was clearly indicative of where his real interests had lain, and had had nothing to do with a reluctance to cause her a sex-related injury; Clark had had no qualms about making love to him, after all, and Lex had been right to allow Clark make all the overt moves. Once the sun came up, Lex would take the reins and show him exactly how wonderful they could be together if Clark would only give their relationship a chance.
He was going to give him everything. And maybe, just maybe, there would be a happy ending for them at last. It was nothing less than they deserved, and it was by far long overdue.
Lex kissed Clark’s forehead once more, then settled down to sleep in the arms of the man of his dreams.
***
The End.
Read the sequel, Whipped.
...the concluding part of Wanted. Hope y'all like it, and my sincere thanks to
ctbn60 who made this amazing banner for me, as she did with the partner story to this piece. You totally ROCK, Carol! :-D Enjoy. Feedback is most welcome. :-)
Title: Wanted
Author:
babydee1Pairing: Clex
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M Sexual situations (Slash)
Timeline: Prequel to Whipped
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: A surprise sympathy visit from Lex opens Clark’s eyes to a world of possibilities he’d never given thought to. Prequel to Whipped
Feedback: …Always. :-)
Wanted
Read Part 1 here.
Part 2
Clark stilled and fell silent. The only sound in the room was the innocuous ticking of the wall-clock, a complete contrast to the sudden shift of energy in the air.
Lex inwardly cursed at his own impatience. Years of concealing his true affection for Clark Kent, only to blurt it out in a few careless seconds. He truly hadn’t come over here tonight with seduction on his mind… okay, maybe a part of him was hoping that Clark would open his eyes to the possibility, or at least the idea of a relationship with another man. In time, he’d hoped that it would lead to Clark realising that his relationship with him, Lex, could be so much more than what it had ever been.
Perhaps it wasn’t a complete surprise to Clark. Lex remembered clearly the looks Clark had given him when he was younger, how his nostrils would flare slightly if he caught sight of Lex without his shirt on, or how his eyes narrowed when Lex bent low over the pool table; oh yes, he’d noticed, all right. And while Lex hadn’t exactly flaunted his feelings for Clark, he had returned those smouldering looks enough to make it fairly obvious that he was interested in the young man, though of course making sure of course not to cross the line and do or say anything inappropriate, especially as Clark had been considerably young for adult relationships back then. But he was well of age now, a fact that had been at the back of Lex’s mind when he’d come to show Clark some support with this friendly visit.
But it looked like he had played his hand too soon, for Clark was slowly turning his face towards him and any second now the surprise that was holding Clark’s body rigid with shock would manifest in an expression of disgust and repulsion. Clark was going to shove him out of his bed, call him a fucking faggot, and tell him to get the hell out of his house and his life. The end. Nice one, Lex.
Lex swallowed hard and forced himself to meet Clark’s searching gaze. The surprise and shock was clear in those green eyes, and he waited for them to narrow with anger and distaste at his not so subtle proposition.
And waited.
And waited some more.
And even longer, but that look never materialised. Instead, those eyes widened as realisation dawned, and Clark stared at him, the shift turning from shock to wonder. Wonder perhaps to learn that Lex was attracted to him; or that he could actually admit to himself that there was something deep inside him that called to Lex that had long lain dormant and was now bubbling to the surface.
Finally he spoke. “What are you saying, Lex?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
“What do you think I’m saying, Clark?” he countered softly. His hand that had been on Clark’s shoulder shifted slightly so that his fingers brushed the curls at Clark’s nape, and Clark inhaled sharply at the gentle caress.
“I…I don’t know,” he replied breathlessly.
“I think you do,” Lex whispered, his voice low and seductive as his fingers crept upward into Clark’s hair. “You feel it, don’t you?”
Clark stared at him, but didn’t answer; not verbally, anyway. His body language, however, was speaking in volumes. His tacit acceptance of Lex’s hand that was gently sifting through his hair and kneading his scalp in a way that couldn’t be passed off as platonic; the fact that they were lying on a bed together and Clark hadn’t inched away or told him to back off, the way he relaxed his neck slightly to get the full benefit of the gentle caress… all clear signs that Clark knew exactly what was going on here.
“Whatever it is that you feel,” Lex went on quietly, “…just go with it. For once in your life, just… go with it.”
There. He’d put himself out there; his part was done. It was now up to Clark to take the next step, and that was the hardest step of all; the acknowledgement to one’s self that yes; they were attracted to someone who was of the same sex as them, and yes; they were ready to accept it and do something about it.
Clark’s chest began to rise and fall rather rapidly as his breathing became more laboured. A tiny frisson of triumph flared in Lex’s soul, because he knew what that meant. Clark was thinking about it; about them, together, and it was turning him on. Lex could bet that there was a huge, hard bulge rising in Clark’s pants right now, but he didn’t want to be the first to blink in this staring war. Look at his face, he urged himself mentally. Look into his eyes. His own groin was burning with need, but he ignored it in the face of the young man’s inner turmoil.
Clark’s lips opened ever slightly, as if he wanted to speak, and his gaze flickered to Lex’s lips. It was a swift movement, over almost as soon as it was done, but it was there. There were two, maybe three inches of space separating them, but the tension in the air, the magnetism and heat between them, was palpable…and undeniable.
Clark leaned forward ever so slowly, closing the gap between them millimetre by millimetre, until Lex could feel the breath from Clark’s mouth on his own lips. He inhaled, breathing in the same air that Clark exhaled, drawing on that invisible thread as Clark leaned ever closer; until finally those soft, warm lips made contact with his.
***
It was an electrical awakening, like being brought to life with a lightning bolt.
Sparks tingled on Lex’s mouth where Clark’s lips met his, and the enormity of the moment seemed to still time itself.
Clark was kissing him. Clark Kent was actually, actually kissing him.
Lex parted his lips and waited for more, but Clark seemed to have reached a point of indecision; too far into it to back out, but too scared to take things further. He needed a little help, and Lex was glad to give it to him… but only a little. This was still Clark’s journey of discovery, and he didn’t want the young man to feel at all like he had been cajoled or coerced into anything.
Lex closed his mouth slightly, gently trapping Clark’s lower lip between his, and applied just the barest hint of suction before pulling back. There was a light smack as they broke contact; Clark swallowed and blinked, staring open-mouthed at Lex. He leaned forward again, offering another light kiss, only this time he caught Lex’s upper lip and lightly ran his tongue under the seam. Lex gasped, parting his lips further and Clark slipped his tongue into his mouth, brushing it lightly against Lex’s tongue.
A groan escaped Lex before he could control it, but far from startling Clark, it appeared to energise him. His hand crept behind Lex’s neck, pulling him forward as his lips descended harder, his tongue pushing insistently into Lex’s mouth. And then they were kissing; proper, full-on kisses that escalated rapidly and fanned the embers of desire that had been simmering in both of them for years.
Clark’s wrapped his arms around Lex’s waist and pulled him close, spreading his fingers to stroke and caress him through the warm silk of his shirt before tugging insistently at the shirt fabric, finally pulling it free of the waistband of his trousers.
Lex lifted his head and came up for air. “Clark,” he whispered raggedly. He wanted to tell him that it was alright; he could take it slow, there was no rush; but somehow, all those words died in his throat when Clark groaned and pulled hard at the front of the shirt with both hands. Buttons popped free along the length of the garment as he sliced the shirt open, ripping it clean in half. Clark leaned forward and pressed his lips to Lex’s throat, exploring the vein pulsing in his neck with his tongue. He travelled down Lex’s chest, dropping soft kisses along the way as he went, making him shiver with delight.
Their hands were all over each other, exploring feverishly. Lex reached for Clark’s shirt and deftly unbuttoned it as Clark tried in vain to get Lex’s belt unbuckled; with a growl, Clark yanked hard at the fabric, and like the shirt before it, Lex’s trousers, belt and briefs were all ripped asunder in one precise move.
Clark’s voraciousness surprised and delighted Lex. For someone who had probably not given a gay relationship any serious thought up until a few moments ago, he was showing a keen interest in that Lex had to offer. A small part of Lex wondered how much of this raw, hungry desire was actually Clark’s latent feelings for him, and how much was his subconscious urging him to stick it to Lana by getting hot and heavy with her ex-husband; either way, it didn’t matter too much to Lex. He finally had Clark in his arms, circumstances be damned, and he wasn’t going to let him go any time soon.
Lex finally managed to free Clark of his shirt, and somehow Clark’s jeans found their way to the floor, and Lex leaned back to see what he had uncovered.
Sweet Jesus. Clark had the body of a Greek God; tanned, smooth, supple skin over hard, sculpted muscle; tight pectorals, firm thighs, and a washboard stomach leading to a dense thicket of hair from which sprang the proudest, thickest erection Lex had ever seen.
Lex’s mouth watered, hungry for the hard, heated flesh that throbbed in front of him. He swallowed and stared at that beautiful cock, utterly speechless. He wanted to bury his face between Clark’s legs and take all of that glorious length in his mouth, sucking hard until Clark gave him everything he had to give. He wanted to bathe Clark’s balls with his tongue and slide it down along the crease to the hidden crevice between his cheeks. He wanted to do all that and more… but he was mindful that control of this encounter remained with Clark. This was not a time for seduction, or words. This was a moment of magic, an hour created for passion that was meant to be exhilarated in, not debated.
So he held back and waited whilst Clark indulged in a fair amount of open-mouthed staring of his own. Lex watched with a hooded gaze as Clark’s eyes and hands simultaneously travelled down Lex’s pale torso, then held his breath as one travelling hand came to rest on his jutting cock. Clark hesitated briefly, then wrapped his hand around Lex’s member and squeezed.
Lex moaned loudly and his eyelids drifted shut as Clark began to stroke him, sliding his fist up and down his cock in smooth strokes. Lex drew in deep, steadying breaths his heart racing as Clark shifted into his lap and settled above him. Clark’s hand slowed and he stared down at Lex, his inexperience evident as he clearly wondered exactly where they would go from here. Lex smiled at Clark’s innocence; maybe a little helping hand to the next level wouldn’t hurt.
Lex slowly caressed Clark’s lower belly, then reached lower to the sheathed steel pointing stiffly upward from between his thighs. Clark groaned at his skilful touch, his voice rising as Lex pleasured him to almost breaking point.
Clark whimpered as Lex slowed his hand, but Lex wasn’t stopping; merely pausing. He angled Clark’s cock downwards and pressed it against his own heated flesh. Understanding flashed in Clark’s eyes and he began to thrust against Lex, sliding their cocks together until the moisture seeping from both of them made their movements heated and slick, and their breathing heavy with desire.
Clark arched his back and groaned as his pleasure increased. Lex took Clark’s hand and used it to encircle them both, doubling the sweet friction until they were both sweating and panting hard from the rapidly increasing pleasure. He tightened his hand around Clark’s, keeping both their members in his grasp, and guided Clark’s hand up and down, intensifying the sweet ache until both of them were pumping fiercely, hurtling towards fulfilment.
Lex reached up with his free hand and pulled Clark’s head down for a scorching kiss. Clark responded ardently, using his other hand to anchor Lex’s neck as he thrust his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply. Suddenly Clark’s hips stuttered and jerked and then and then a burst of warm liquid spurted between them as Clark came hard, his sticky release lubricating them further as their linked hands still stroked them both vigorously. Lex felt his own passion begin to spiral out of control and he broke free of the kiss just in time to see his own seed spill onto Clark’s belly in soft, pearlescent ribbons on their sweat-sheened skin. His orgasm surged through him, pulsing in strong waves through his entire body until he collapsed back on the bed with Clark on top of him, both of them utterly spent.
***
The air was filled with the harsh sound of their heavy breathing, which gradually began to slow. Lex opened his eyes to see Clark staring at him, some uncertainty beginning to creep into those green eyes now that his passion had been slaked. Lex smiled and gathered him to his chest, pressing soft kisses to his forehead in silent reassurance and comfort. He stroked Clark’s arms and shoulders gently, easing the tension out of those limbs until Clark finally relaxed in his arms.
No words were spoken. Words would lead to questions and self-reproach, and Lex didn’t want Clark thinking about anything right now other than how good they had felt in each other’s arms.
The stickiness between them began to cool, a potent reminder of their passionate encounter. Lex felt around the bed until he found his briefs, which he used to tenderly wipe Clark’s belly before attending to his own. Once they were both sufficiently dried off, Lex lay back and wrapped his arms around Clark once more, his fingers gently soothing Clark’s scalp through the thick chestnut waves.
Clark’s breathing began to slow, and within minutes he had fallen asleep, his breaths slow and steady. Lex smiled to himself and managed to reach the comforter at the foot of the bed and pull it over them.
There would be a conversation, eventually; Clark would no doubt ‘come to his senses,’ question his sexuality and proclaim their little encounter as nothing more than an emotional rebound, a one-off that would not be repeated. But Lex wasn’t going to let him shy away that easily. He had waited years for this moment; so had Clark, if he were going to be honest with himself. His reluctance to bed Lana was clearly indicative of where his real interests had lain, and had had nothing to do with a reluctance to cause her a sex-related injury; Clark had had no qualms about making love to him, after all, and Lex had been right to allow Clark make all the overt moves. Once the sun came up, Lex would take the reins and show him exactly how wonderful they could be together if Clark would only give their relationship a chance.
He was going to give him everything. And maybe, just maybe, there would be a happy ending for them at last. It was nothing less than they deserved, and it was by far long overdue.
Lex kissed Clark’s forehead once more, then settled down to sleep in the arms of the man of his dreams.
***
The End.
Read the sequel, Whipped.
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