Fandom: Smallville

Characters:Lex/Whitney

Rating: NC-17

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Spoilers:None to speak of...

Plot Summary: If green kryptonite causes freakish displays of strength and bouts of madness, and red kyrptonite causes Clark to lose his inhibitions, then what does Blue Kryptonite do?...  

It had been a long time since Lex had seen such a beautiful specimen. At least not since that day on the riverbank. Why hadn't he noticed this before? Why had he been so blind?

And those epithets he called him. "The Quarterback." "The Rival." "Clark's Enemy." Like he were a thing and not a living, breathing example of the best of humanity. The way the sun glinted off that white-blond hair and asserted itself in that cerulean gaze. The way the mouth formed around the delicate words, "I love you," even though they were spoken to Lana, the goddess of his heart...

Now he was poised in Lex's office, gazing into the fire. He wore black leather instead of his Crows jersey, and faded jeans. His hands, which were clasped into fists, were white with cold. He turned to Lex as he strolled in.

Their eyes locked, blue on blue, sizing each other. Lex began, "What brings you out in such inclement weather?" Inwardly, he cursed his formal tone.

Whitney, his nose pinched and red with cold, smiled slightly. "I need to ask you a favor."

Experienced as he was, Lex's heart stopped. "Mmhm," was all he could manage.

"Lex, I know you and Lana are partners, as well as good friends," Whitney began, his voice tinged with a barely audible tremor. He turned to face Lex, swallowing his pride. "I lost my scholarship this week. I was wondering if..." His voice trailed off, and he looked lost. The sea-green eyes began to water.

Lex's heart ached. Whitney reminded him of Evan, his prep-school best friend and first male lover. The resemblance was uncanny. Suddenly, Lex felt 17, and newly in love again. He had thought-flashes of pale bodies sprawled together, limbs entwined, sweat glistening over every inch of skin as they fucked. He remembered the taste of that young mouth, the eager tongue exploring inside his own. Struggling to maintain composure, Lex glanced down at Whitney's left hand, and saw a familiar blue stone gleaming on his index finger. The same one Lex now wore on his own left hand.

Lex approached him, clasping one hand on the boy's shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't say no," Lex whispered, eyes shining.

Whitney wiped his tears with the back of his sleeve, laughing raggedly. "You don't even know what I'm going to ask," he told Lex. A pitiful smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"I know," Lex answered, pouring himself some brandy. "You want me to arrange a wedding for you and Lana, here at the mansion. My people are quite adept at that."

Whitney gave a feeble laugh and bowed his head. "No, that's not it, although..." He raised his eyes to Lex's. "Listen, I want to apologize for that time I almost got you killed. I bet you can hardly stand the sight of me..."

Lex felt his heart skip again. Buy this boy a clue.

"You're right about that," Lex intoned, eyes sparkling.

Whitney, naive as ever, shook his head. A shock of blond hair fell into his eyes. "I'm sorry, Lex," he said, beginning to back out of the room.

Lex wondered if Whitney were still untouched. A virgin in the purest sense. But there was something sensual about the boy, that spoke of secret pleasures already fulfilled. Lex pictured the inviolate mouth swollen by kisses, a patchwork of bite marks trailing from jaw to collarbone. He shivered impercebtibly.

"Don't go on my account," Lex purred, letting his hand wander to the quarterback's bicep. "I'll get us some coffee, and we can talk." He gestured to the expensive Corbusier leather couch.

"Sure, Lex," Whitney said, following Lex to the sofa. His leather jacket creaked against the creamy upholstery as he relaxed his body, sinking into the cushions. Lex's gaze followed the convex curve of his torso, abs rippling under thin blue cotton.

Lex called the kitchen for coffee, then took his place next to Whitney. The fire glowed against the boy's pallor, imitating a faint blush. Lex felt the saliva pool on the back of his tongue.

Then he saw it. Whitney's ring glowed, first a midnight blue, then a brighter cobalt. It was pulsing with light, growing brighter by the minute. At the same time, his own ring glowed with similar intensity. He had found the ring in the Koatchi caves, half-concealed in a crevice under the Zegat-Neman drawing. Now it was flashing its blue light in time with Whitney's ring. The two looked down at their hands, then back at each other. Whitney shook his head like he had been punched.

Just as suddenly, it stopped. The rings reverted to their less brilliant, opaque sapphire. Lex gave a weak laugh. "Where did you find that?" he asked, nodding at Whitney's ring.

"Down in the caves one day, with Clark."

Lex's eyes narrowed. Since when had they become fast allies? And since when had the reclusive Mr. Kent decided to research Indian lore with the whitest Caucasian in Smallville?

Whitney smiled shyly. "I know you own those caves, Lex. I didn't mean to trespass. I had lost Lana's meteor rock pendant, and her birthday was coming up. Clark told me about these blue gemstones in the caves, so we went down to look at them. I was hoping to find one for Lana, and have it set into a ring. As a replacement. Pretty lame, now that I think of it."

"It certainly is a unique gift idea," Lex grinned, slowly sipping the brandy. "You won't find *that* at Cartier's."

Whitney just stared, bewildered. He's probably never ventured further than Metropolis, Lex thought, studying Whitney with a bemused expression. Still, it was endearing. He could show him so much, in so little time. It would keep Lex entertained for months.

The coffee arrived, and Lex handed Whitney a cup. The boy sipped at it gingerly. "Where did you get that ring, Lex? It looks similar to mine." he asked.

Lex smiled warmly. "I was in those caves too, a while ago. I was looking for an artifact I can't mention. In a crevice of the walls, I found this ring. It almost beckoned to me to take it, to put it on. So I brought it here. I've had a team of scientists study it, and they said the metal is not of an earthly substance, but was obviously forged by a skilled metallurgist."

"What do you think it means?"

"I don't know. But from the way yours was glowing, in time with the ring on my hand, I would say they are some sort of compass, or signalling device." Lex looked pensive a moment. "What did Clark say when you found the blue meteor rock?"

Whitney started slightly, as though panicked. "Um, Clark called them Blue Kryptonite, whatever that means."

Lex's eyes grew huge, and he nearly dropped his brandy. One more piece of the puzzle?

"I see," he murmured, fighting to feign disinterest. "What else did he say?"

"I couldn't get anything out of him after that," Whitney said ruefully. "It was like he had just spilled a national security secret."

Lex's heart raced.

"One thing I do remember," Whitney whispered, biting his lip. "The next thing I knew, Clark and I woke up together on the cave floor, naked and lying next to each other. You can imagine how fast we both got dressed." Whitney tried to smile, but looked mortified.

The image of the two boys, dark against golden-white, made Lex harder than he had been in months. He was forced to cover his lap with a napkin, over which he strategically placed a cup and saucer.

"Lex, you okay?" Whitney asked, getting to his feet.

"I'm...fine." The hell he was. "You don't remember anything before that?"

Whitney shook his head. "All I remember is my conversation with Clark about the Kryptonite, then...that." Whitney failed to mention that he thought about making love with men, and especially with Clark, all the time now. Except when he took off the ring. Which he did not often do, because he liked this new experience of being bisexual. It freed him in so many ways. He could feel masterful with Lana, then vulnerable and intimate with other men. Like he felt now, with Lex, as they sat close on the couch together.

Whitney leaned over and kissed Lex. Lex nearly slid off the couch. Lex usually got what he wanted, but this was incredible. Quicker than thought, Whitney whisked the coffee cup and napkin from Lex's lap, and began stroking Lex's cock through the silken fabric. Lex was panting, gasping for breath, dizzy with the fearlessness of it.

Then Whitney's tongue was in his mouth. Lex moaned into the kiss, hips rising to increase the friction. In a frenzy, Whitney unclasped Lex's belt and unbuttoned the wool trousers. He reached one hand under Lex's briefs and began fisting his cock. His tongue continued to rape Lex's mouth, exploring, as he stroked him off.

Lex clasped the boy's face in his hands, willing him to meet his eyes. He tore his mouth away from Whitney's. "What are you doing?" Lex groaned, barely able to form words.

"Making you come," Whitney replied, stroking harder. Lex, stunned to silence, leaned his head against the cool leather, fighting for breath. Lex wondered when he would awaken, spent and shuddering.

Whitney brushed small kisses along Lex's throat, then left red brand-marks with his teeth, making Lex writhe with pleasure. "Stop, or I'll fuck you," Lex growled.

"Then, do it." Whitney challenged.

Lex shook his head. "I can't. It's illegal. Besides, you'd get hurt."

"Trust me, I wouldn't," Whitney said, removing his hands and leaning against the cushions. "I've been fucking our team's center for a week, and I think I broke him."

Lex gave a desperate laugh. He gaped in awe at the boy's huge cock, straining at the seams of his faded Levi's.

Lex wondered if Lana had ever been its willing recipient. Lucky girl.

Whitney unzipped his jeans with maniacal slowness. Lex wanted to strip him, to feast on that slender body. He wanted, more than he'd ever wanted anything, more than he'd wanted Clark, or Helen, or even Desiree, to worship the hairless chest, to suckle the pink nipples, then follow the thin trail of blond on those supple abs to that glorious cock.

"What happened to you?" Lex panted as Whitney shed his jeans, and then his shirt. He watched, stunned, as Whitney kicked off his Nikes and unpeeled his socks. "I thought you were in love with Lana, and liked women."

Whitney just stared at him from under thick lashes, grinning wickedly. "Lana who?" he whispered, crawling up Lex's body. His stiff cock burned into Lex's thigh.

Lex flipped him over, so that the boy was underneath him. He shed his own clothes quickly, enjoying the sweat pooling between their entwined legs. His tongue fucked Whitney's mouth as their cocks slid together, making them both gasp in frustration.

When Lex was close, he stopped. He sat up, and Whitney took in the sight of Lex's torso, alabaster-beautiful, the lean waist, the lightly-sculpted pecs and stomach. Lex's neck, long and graceful, rose from powerful shoulders, well-muscled arms ending in slender wrists and squared, dexterous fingers. Whitney let his eyes travel up the slim neck to the subtle jaw, to the scar on Lex's chin, to the sensual, x-rated mouth. Somehow, hair would have spoiled everything.

Lex stood and crossed to his desk, taking a condom and a small tube of Wet from a side drawer. Returning to the sweat-soaked couch, Lex straddled him and uncapped the top, dribbling cold lube over the boy's fingers. He unrolled the condom over his cock with trembling hands. "Prepare yourself," Lex grunted, watching him.

Whitney obeyed, pink tongue darting over his lips with the effort. "I want that fucker inside me, now, Lex," he demanded. "I want you to ram it in me until I split in two. I don't want you to hold anything back."

Lex had to will himself not to explode at the sight, touch, smell of the beautiful boy. "You want it hard? I'll give you hard," and Lex spread the boy's thighs over his shoulders, revealing the taut ass to his hungry view. "You look tight," Lex panted, unable to control himself. He pitched forward, impaling Whitney on his aching cock. The boy gasped, lunging up to meet the thrust.

"Oh, Lex, that's it. That's, oh..." Whitney's cock pointed rigidly in the air, rubbing against Lex's smooth belly. Lex leaned down to kiss him as they fucked. Whitney offered his mouth, his ass, his lustful devotion as Lex rocked into him, tonguing him, drawing him closer to orgasm. Lex took the boy's cock in his hand, fondling him so languidly it made him weak. Eyes squeezed shut, Lex circled his hips, teasing his cock through the boy's tight passage. Lex could feel himself hit the pleasure spot over and over, until Whitney gave a low cry.

"I'm not going to last," Lex shuddered, leveling a pleading look at the boy.

Whitney gave Lex a debauched smirk. He loved Lex's fingers milking him, coaxing him closer. "I don't care," he hissed. "Fuck me. Tear me apart. Make me shoot all over you."

Lex didn't know who this new sex fiend was, but he really liked him. "With pleasure," he growled, slamming into him.

To be continued...