Disclaimers: If they were mine, I'd put some nice carpeting in the
loft.

Spoilers: Not a one.

Summary: Clark's got it all worked out. Really.

Ratings Note: NC-17.

Author's Note: Jenn said I should be writing. Jenn said there
should be porn, porn, a lot of porn, Clark talking dirty, porn,
leather, Porsche musings and porn. I aim to please. More x-title
fun! Okay, so I wrote this and then just stole the title. Still...
when it works, it works.

Acknowledgments: To my beautiful We, from whom all doggerel
flows. To Jenn and Liv for audiencing. To Miz E for being cool
beyond all measure. To the Spike for the best line in here.

Feedback is good for you, for me, and the whole silly world. Just
trust me. leytelj@gmail.com

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"I want to suck you," Clark says in his lowest, huskiest voice.

Or tries to. It comes out a little broken, a little desperate. More
than a little, if he's being honest about it. Tries again.

"I want... God, I want to suck you so *bad*, Lex. Feel you...
feel you..." Loses the thread and bites his lip. This isn't how he
wants it to go. It has to be... better than this. Sound better.
Something.

Clark takes a deep breath, braces himself on one hand on the
couch. His other hand traces the space where Lex would be --
*will* be -- if he can just... get up the nerve. Laughs a little and
he can feel himself sweating. Already hard. Fuck. Try again.

"Lex... can I -- no. Lex. Let me suck you. Please. Do you want
me to beg?"

His free hand ghosts over the empty space where he wants Lex's
face to be, but he can't put an expression to it. Would he be as
turned on as Clark is? Mouth open, face flushed?

Or would he just smile? Lay back and wait...

"Please, Lex. I want it so bad. I think... I think I need it."

Need what, Clark? And he can almost -- *almost* -- hear him
saying it. Because he would. Lex would tease. Lex would... oh,
he'd make Clark say it all. Spell it out.

"I need you in me. In my mouth. In my. My ass." Blushes hard but
doesn't stop. Hips rocking forward now, against nothing but the
teasingly heavy air. Storm coming. "Oh God. Would you do it,
Lex? Would you fuck me?"

More blankness. He wants to believe Lex would just... *grab* him
and... do, God, *everything* at that point, but... he doesn't
know.

Lex is experienced. Lex has probably done everything there is to
do at least twice, with people who knew what they were doing
(Victoria. Bitch.), even when it came to something like begging.
Or... or. He doesn't know. More. Have more ready. Has to be able
to *say* this.

If there's anything he's learned in the past few months, it's that
kisses don't lead anywhere. Not without help.

"I... I dream about you," he says, wondering if he should duck his
eyes when he says that. If he needs to, and what it means if he
doesn't. Shakes it off and stares down into the Lex-space
desperately and... there.

What do you dream, Lex would say. Slow. Lazy. Maybe a little
fascinated.

"It's just the two of us, and most of the time I'm just watching...
us. On the bed. Or the floor. It's... God, it's frustrating..." Hopeful
look. He can do that.

I can imagine...

"Can you? Do you know what it's like? Close enough to touch, to...
to *touch* and I have no body and you're... God, you're touching
me." Wait for it. Wait.

You'll have to be more specific than that, Clark, the Lex-space
whispers, and Clark smiles, presses a ghost palm against his crotch.
Just a cushion of air between his hand and his needy cock, and
Clark... gestures. Urges it back between. There, Clark?

"Y-yeah. You... you have your fingers inside me..." Gasps at the
solid little sound of sweat falling from his brow to the couch. Oh,
Christ. He can't *wait* for this to be over, for Lex to be here, for
the... practice to be over. Good enough. Has to be good enough,
and then he can touch himself. "You get me all stretched out.
Open." And he'd do it, then, wouldn't he? At least *one* finger...
"Yeah... yeah, like that. *Lex* --"

"Clark? Are you okay up there?"

Clark decides he deserves about fifty thousand points for not
falling off the couch, but his cock is throbbing, he's pitched the
world's dirtiest pup tent in his jeans, and God knows *what* he
looks like and. Oh, shit. Someone *down* there.

Right. Not just the disembodied voice of his doom. Clark does his
best to try to figure out *whose* voice it was. Male. "Uh...
yeah... Dad?"

Low chuckle. "Not quite..."

Oh. Fuck. Lex! He's not ready! Or... he is, but... *fuck*. Footfall on
the ladder.

"Clark? Are you sure you're okay? You sound a little... out of
it..."

Clark untucks his flannel and tries to get it to stretch a little lower.
Rips it at the seam. *FUCK*. "Um. Uh. I..." And really, the
*intelligent* thing to say would be something about homework, or
having a cold, or... fuck. Dead relative? Clark chokes on a laugh
and Lex is on his way *up* here.

Lex could be on the couch in *minutes*. Less than that. Oh God.
Brain. His brain is... nowhere important.

And Lex is there. Leaning against the wall, looking amused as he
flicks a glance over the entire loft. Something like being in military
school, Clark thinks. He feels... *inspected*.

*Book*. He should be holding a *book*. Too late now. Edges back
into the shadows a little bit. "Um. Hi." Winces internally.

"Clark..." Slow, casual look around, as if he hadn't already catalogued
everything there was to see. "What's up?"

Don't laugh. Do *not* laugh. "Oh. Um. Nothing much." And oh
Christ, it's the *leather* jacket. The one that practically screams
'I'm expensive, but I might let you touch me anyway.' The one Clark
wants to be tighter. Or... off. "I... how are you?"

Twist of something vaguely smile-like. "*I'm* fine, but... Clark.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't this friendship thing supposed to
involve talking about things if something's wrong?"

"Uh... hunh?"

"Does the word 'tharn' mean anything to you? You're looking at me
like I'm about to give you a pop quiz in theoretical physics." And Lex
is walking closer.

Closer. It's a good word. A very good word. Lex is saying things, or
he was, but none of that is nearly as important as the proximity thing.
Clark swallows hard, takes a deep breath. Leather. Jesus.

And he'd think that spending a large amount of his life around cows
would get him *used* to the smell of leather, but... no. Not on Lex.
Touching Lex.

Or... not directly.

But also yes directly. The back of his neck. A little bit of his throat.

"... *wrong*?"

Snaps back to attention and Lex is looking... *worried*. And that's a
thought Clark can hold on to for only as long it takes for the tip of
Lex's pink, pink tongue to peek out and sweep over his upper lip and
Clark groans helplessly.

And that's it, game over. Clark has just enough time to wonder if
'dick too hard, no brain' is a viable excuse before Lex is *touching*
him. One hand on his shoulder, the other plucking at the split side-
seam of his Clark's flannel and oh God *under*. Just a t-shirt
separating Lex's hand from Clark's skin and he shudders *hard*.

"Jesus, Clark, what is it? What happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, I... um." He's reasonably sure this is going to be *really* funny.
Any minute now. Really. Just as soon as he figures out how to
connect this moment with Lex *actually touching him* to all of those
helpful scenarios he's been planning.

Lex's brow knits. "You... you really have to help me out here. Tell me
what it is, what I can do." And Lex's voice is so soft. Sincere in a way
he'd pay to get his father to hear. Only. "Tell me what you need."

Only maybe not that part, because. Heh. Segues are *nice*. "I need
to suck your cock *right now*." And he'd be really proud of getting
that out if he, well, actually *had*. Everything after 'I' was pretty
much fervent air.

And Lex moves closer. "Clark?"

"Oh *God*." His knees are too weak to keep him upright and Clark
doesn't bother to try. Hits the floor with an oddly satisfying thump
and oh. Yes. Much better.

"Jesus, Clark!"

Looks up into Lex's eyes, catching shock, confusion, worry, and just
the quickest flash of something a little darker. Better. Clark smiles.
"I need to suck your cock." And, okay, so that comes out a little
closer to amiable conversation than to dirty porn, but the look on
Lex's face...

"*What*?"

Clark notes that his hands don't tremble at all at Lex's belt. "I said;
I need to suck your cock. Now. Right now. Let me?"

"Oh God... are you... what happened?"

"I was poisoned, Lex. Semen is the *only* antidote."

"*WHAT*!?"

Clark smiles as sweetly as he can, undoing Lex's belt with slow,
careful touches. Looks up. "Not really."

Lex chokes on a laugh and grabs Clark's hands. "Listen. You.
*Clark*. We can't --"

Clark rips the belt from the loops and shakes Lex's hands off as
gently as he can. "Do you want me to beg? I've been practicing."

"Practicing?"

Clark pushes his face against the fine wool of Lex's pants. Breathes
in sex and the good, *male* smell that's made him wish Lex didn't
have so many personal space issues for a *long* time. "I..." Where
was he? Oh. "Yeah." Breathes deep and it just makes it easier.
Better. Looks up again. "Please, Lex. Let me suck you. I need you
in my mouth. I need you hard on my tongue --"

Lex goes rigid, head thrown back and God, so fucking sexy. He
should say that, too.

"You're so sexy, Lex. Please. I want to suck you so bad..."

Lex's hands snap closed into fists and it drives a spike of fear deeper
than anything else. Nothing that could make his brain function in any
rational way, but it's... God. The realization. The *truth* of this. That
everything he's saying is nothing but real, and that he might do
anything to get it.

"Lex... Lex, *please*." Look at me, he can't bring himself to say, and
funny how there's a difference between real begging and begging
for *real* -- and Lex takes a shuddery breath of his own. Looks
down.

Eyes nothing but black surrounded by a razor thin sliver of grey-blue
and Clark hears himself groan.

"Please."

Lex's hand in his hair and something about the drag of it... just
connected to his whole body. Weighing Clark's eyelids down, making
him try to crouch lower and push against the hand at the same time.
Making his cock *ache*. Mouth open and panting for it.

"Lex, *let* me. I've been... oh I've been picturing it. Dreaming.
Fantasizing." Can't drag his eyes away from the bulge in Lex's pants.
Licks his lips and Lex tugs his hair in an almost convulsive movement.
Clark tries to move in closer, but Lex holds him still.

"What do you dream?"

It makes his heart thud painfully and Clark hears himself make a noise
like a whine high in his throat. "Oh God. Oh *fuck* --"

Lex's breath hisses, and he's nothing like lazy, nothing like relaxed.
Wants this. Wants Clark, and also wants to *know*.

Clark can't even *focus*. Everything is scent. Feeling. Sound of his
blood rushing through his veins and oh God, oh God...

"Tell me."

"I-I'm watching. I'm watching *us*. You're... we're on your bed, but
I can't feel you, I can only. See."

Lex's free hand on his mouth, something between a caress and a
push. Clark opens his mouth for Lex's fingers and earns a slow,
salty stroke to his tongue. Not enough time to suck. "What do you
see, Clark?" Lex's voice so low. So *rough*. Used.

"You..." And words are getting lost again. Not as important as...
God. Wants to just *show* Lex. Already on his knees. Not so far
from the floor... no. That was the whole *point* of... well, not the
whole point. Has to focus. "You. You pushed my thighs apart..."

"Oh, Clark..."

"I was ah. I was moving into it. Trying to make you go faster. And
then you put your fingers inside me --"

"*Fuck*." Another tug on Clark's hair.

"Yeah... I watch you fuck me, Lex, and you do it so *hard* --"

"Clark..." More a breath than a word, and Lex is undoing his fly
one-handed, opening himself, God, *opening* and his cock is right
*there*. Hard and leaking. Wet and slick at the tip and Clark can't
tear his eyes away.

Pulls against Lex's hold on him.

"You want me to fuck your mouth?"

"*Yes*."

"I... oh *Christ*." And Lex takes his cock by the root and guides it
into Clark's mouth.

Whining again, breathing fast and harsh through his nose and oh.
Heavy weight of it on his lip, his tongue, and Clark covers his teeth
carefully. Can't *believe* this, can't think, can't do anything but.
Take it.

Looks up at Lex and he wants to know what's on his face, because
whatever it is makes Lex's knees buckle. Clark catches him, holds
him up, and yes. God. Lex's free hand on his shoulder and he's still
pushing his cock *in*.

Long. Thick. So good. God, drooling. Clark swallows, messy and wet
and Lex's fist is right *there*. Clark licks at it, urging, urging, and
Lex lets go.

"Oh, Clark. That's it. Swallow me. Swallow my cock..." Breathless
command.

Moans thickly around Lex's cock and there's nothing to do but obey.
Lift shaking hands to Lex's slim hips and there's a flashing moment
of *too much*. Too good, too much input, the subtle curves of bone
and muscle under his palms, rich fabric, and Clark swallows Lex
down.

Pushes his face against the blindingly smooth and hairless mound and
it's so good he wants to *cry*.

Yell. Beg. Something.

Lex still has one hand in his hair, but it's softer now. Caressing. Lex
half-hunched over and starting to pump, so slowly. Being careful with
him, and the thought makes Clark moan again and Lex is shaking
with it.

Clark wants to look a question into Lex's eyes, wants to know that
this is good, good to Lex. For Lex.

Needs this.

Sucks as hard as he dares, swallowing and swallowing and he can
feel spit ribboning down his chin to patter on his shirt and Lex
gasps aloud. One short, sharp *thrust* and Clark is leaking pre-come,
Jesus, practically *jetting* it. His shorts are damp, clinging to his
skin, chafing. So sensitive.

Not pain, but something just as maddening.

Reaches down to free himself and Lex is pumping steadily now,
longer strokes, still slow but they steal Clark's thoughts, every small
ambition. There's nothing but this. One strong hand cupping his
shoulder, the other stroking and rubbing his head like Clark's the
best pet in the world and. Lex's cock. Solid and real and better than
every fantasy.

Hot with blood and *opening* him.

Lex's voice, breaking on sentence fragments and gasps.

"You're... so good, Clark. Your mouth..."

Clark groans, aloud, hoping for more. Needs to *hear* this.

"Tight. Ah -- suck it. Use... use your tongue... yeah. Like that.
Just like --"

Clark licks a stripe over the head of Lex's cock when he pulls out
again, getting a little tangled on himself with the next thrust. Grunts
and Lex is right there, stroking his cheek.

"Easy... God, easy..."

And he doesn't *want* easy.

Sucks a little harder and strokes Lex's hip, squeezes and *pulls*.

"Fuck, *Clark*, is this... I don't want to hurt you..."

And he'd never thought of confessing his secrets as a way to get
better sex before, but... Swallows back laughter and Lex is shaking
again, trying to hold on. Trying to keep *control*. For the best
possible reasons, but it makes Clark want to growl.

Pulls back against the hand on his head, until just the tip of Lex's
cock is between his lips.

"Oh. Jesus... Jesus *fuck* --"

Pulls off with a wet pop he knows will make him blush sometime
when there's time for it. When Lex isn't looking so *stunned*.

"What... do you need to stop?"

Wants to laugh at the panic in Lex's eyes, because it's... sweet. Lex
trying to take care of him. Clark licks his lips and flicks a glance
back to Lex's cock. Dark with blood and slick with spit and pre-come.
"No. I need you to fuck my mouth."

"*Christ* --"

"*Please*, Lex --"

And Lex has both hands on his head, thumbs pressing at the hinges
of Clark's jaw and oh God *open*. Lex drives in hard and Clark has
just enough time to swallow before Lex is pulling out and then. In.
"You think you know what I'm going to do to you..."

In.

"You... fuck, yeah, suck it. Suck me. You have no *idea*." Little hip
twist and Clark moans.

In.

"Fuck you so hard..."

In. Faster, harder. In.

"You feel so good, you're perfect, God, you're fucking perfect --"

Lips something like raw, or maybe this is numb, and Clark fumbles
at his fly, thrusting at the barest touch of his own hands and Lex is
staring down at him almost *angrily*. Fucking him.

"You're hard for me."

*Yes*...

"You like this. You like me fucking your... God, your pretty *mouth*."
Lex squeezes his eyes shut, obviously trying to control his hips, but
the rhythm's gone ragged. Harsh and real.

Clark's hands are shaking, whole body shaking with it. Sex so pure
and raw it made everything he fantasized about stupid, useless. Even
though he was getting it. Presses his tongue up hard against the
underside of Lex's cock and holds it still, feels the rub and chafe of it
and aches at the sight of Lex biting his lip.

More when he stops. "Oh God, *Clark* --"

Thrust and *wet*. Hot and wet and slick-salty and Lex is coming down
his throat, in his mouth when Clark momentarily forgets how to
swallow and he's holding Clark's head so *still*.

"Ah -- ah God --"

Gasping breathy screams and Clark is choking, coughing, sucking
again before he can remember how to swallow, wants to milk Lex
for this, take everything, everything, and comes close to hating
himself for every drop that spills down his chin.

Instinct finally kicks in and Clark swallows and swallows, whimpering
helplessly when Lex pushes him off. Falls back on his heels and
moves much too fast to catch Lex before he hits the hard floor.

But Lex is... God, *gone*. Heavy-lidded eyes and it sounds like he
can barely remember how to breathe. Loose-limbed, pliant in Clark's
arms and Clark is too hard to wait.

Lays Lex down gently, stripping off his flannel and t-shirt as carefully
as he can. Lifts Lex's head and places the bundled fabric beneath and
just.

Touches.

Runs his hands over sleek leather and feels like something *animal*.
Has to bury his face against it, breathe it in and nuzzle and fuck, he's
humping Lex's *leg* and even feeling like a complete jackass is barely
enough to make him stop.

Pulls back, bracing himself on one arm. Searches Lex's face and
finds... a smile. That smile. The one he's been wanting so fucking
*badly*. Lazy and satisfied and sure. Open.

"Clark..." Lex lifts one arm and lets it thump back to the floor. "Clark,
I think you broke me."

Can't hold in a grin and eases closer. That mouth...

And then Lex pushes a knee up, God, just hard *enough* and Clark
chokes on a groan.

"Lex --"

"Mm. Yeah. Come here --" Lex is up, hauling Clark closer, squeezing
and petting too randomly, too lightly.

"God. God, Lex, I need to come..."

"Shh... I know. Yeah. Straddle my chest..."

Hand on Clark's cock through the jeans and Clark collapses, catching
himself on his elbows and Lex. Oh, Lex is opening his jeans. Those
hands on him, so strong, so clever --

"Oh, you're so hard..." Amusement and wonder in Lex's voice. "Won't
take much, will it?" Sharp squeeze and Clark pumps his hips
helplessly.

"Please..."

"Shh. You don't have to beg, I've got you."

And... heat.

Wet tight oh fuck oh God in Lex's *mouth*. Hadn't gotten that far,
not in the best fantasies. God, this was supposed to be what he
gives to Lex but... "*Lex* --"

Rumbling moan and Clark clenches his fists, bites his lips and
just... shakes.

So hot, so *much*. Lex sucking him and his tongue and his mouth,
oh his mouth -- "Oh *God*!"

Knows he's being loud and he can't do anything about, thinks he'll
start screaming before too long and Lex's hands are pushing his
jeans down, his shorts down. Holding his ass and. Pulling.

Urging.

Hears something like a strangled curse come out of his mouth and
he can't resist this, falling into Lex's mouth, falling (so wet) and
begging and there's a finger sliding between his cheeks and Clark
thinks he might be *sobbing*.

One finger circling his hole and he can't hold back, pushes in deep,
so deep, and Lex just... oh God, opens like liquid, like taking Clark's
cock is something easy enough for instinct, something both desired
and *right*.

Thrusts in and Lex thrusts in and Clark bites his fist to keep from
screaming. So good, so incredibly good and Lex... oh Lex *has* him.
Can't give this up for anything, can't breathe, can't think. Nothing
left but his body. (You think you know what I'm going to do to
you...)

Hits him like a two-by-four to the spine, like a vast, silent explosion
just behind his thighs and a much cruder one to his balls and Clark
just... pumps. Emptying himself down Lex's welcoming throat and
biting his fist hard enough to draw blood.

Lex pulls his finger out slowly, crooking it once and making Clark
jerk. Clark doesn't so much move away as fall vaguely to the side.
On Lex's arm.

"Ow."

"Nglurgh."

Lex chuckles softly. "I'll take that as an apology and compliment on
my fellatio skills."

"You... do that." Clark is still trying to remember how to see.

Another laugh and Lex shifts beside him. Warm, heavy hand on his
chest and Clark wants to hold it there.

Just as soon as he can move.

Slow, gentling stroke. "So before I came up you were... what?
Jerking off?"

"About to. I was. Um. Practicing."

"Practicing..." It sounds more like a purr than a word.

Clark grins at the ceiling. His eyes don't want to open. He supposes
this is why he's having trouble with the focusing thing. "Yeah. My
seduction techniques."

Lex... coughs. "I... see."

"I had a whole routine going."

"Back away in terror, groan, fall to your knees, then start begging?"

Clark grins a little wider. "It worked, didn't it? Seriously, the. Um.
Seduction... didn't quite go off as planned."

Callused finger tracing his mouth. Easiest thing in the world to dart
his tongue out to catch it. Lex presses hard for a moment before
moving back to stroking Clark's chest. "No?"

"Mm. No. There was supposed to be more dirty talk."

"More... Hmm. Did your seduction plan include the judicious
application of CPR?"

Clark tries to focus again, gives up. "No, why?"

"Just checking. What else?"

"Well, there were options. Like, the couch option... involved us
making it to the couch."

"Clearly an integral part of the plan." There's a smile in Lex's
voice.

"And there was the Porsche option."

"What did *that* involve?"

"Figuring out the best way to maximize the space inside the Porsche,
mostly. There was a lot of... wriggling."

"Wriggling."

"And lots of it."

Lex chuckles again, settles half on top of Clark. More than enough
incentive to get his arms moving. Lex is still almost entirely
dressed, cool silk and cooler leather pressed to Clark's skin, making
him shiver.

It feels... good.

"So when were you planning to spring your masterful seduction on
me, hmm?"

"Um. Pretty much as soon as I worked up the nerve to buy lube."

Shocked laugh. "Jesus, Clark. I *do* have lube at the castle,
you know."

Can't hold in a pleased little grin at that, but... "Well, you know,
that was what all the. Um. Practicing. Was for." Opens his eyes and
Lex is right there, head-tilted and expression nothing but pleased.
Stunning, in every way. Clark swallows hard, and Lex strokes his
cheek.

"Yes?"

"I wanted you to know that I was sure. Ready."

"And you didn't think the dirty talk and kneeling would convince
me?"

"Well, you know how I feel about half-measures, Lex."

"Right, right. None of that for *you*." And Lex is laughing, high and
open, through a crooked little smile that he eventually buries against
Clark's chest. There may be just the *slightest* bit of hysteria,
but...

Clark thinks he can work with that.

End.