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CHAPTER TWO: Eden

He felt Clark's pumping cease and he wrapped one arm around the farmboy's sodden back and the other hand dug itself in to the shaggy hair, the furry mess also damp, pressing sweetly to his smooth dome.

"Clark," he moaned into the boy's ear. The only response was panting and a jumble of incoherent mumbles.

Lex's anger, it was gone.

Nothing but time, and usually a lot of it, had ever cleared him of the angry violent intentions that his father instilled after mere minutes spent with the man.  He had expected to be in a funk for a least a week.

Instead he just felt... content. Content with the big naked body lying atop his.

Well, content and stunned. He had imagined sex with Clark, god yes, of course. Their body's merging, the groans, the urgent whispers and heavy breath, legs wrapped around a waist or a head, hot lips on hotter body parts, thrusting deep, deeper and deeper and deeper until one was completely inside the other and could live and breathe nothing else.

He'd fantasized about Clark pulling him out of business meetings to go down on him in the janitor's closet, imagined taking Clark to the IMAX Theatre, rented out to him and only him during one of the astronomy showings and fucking Clark with the stars and planets surrounding them completely. He pictured romantic weekends with long, torturous tantric sex and lazy afternoons.

Lex had wanted to make Clark beg, to make him plead and call out his name over and over in a frenzy. He wanted Clark's large and rough, capable hands to bring him the sweetest agony there was, leaving him to cry out, squirming underneath the Greek body, demented with lust.

He had wanted to be taken in every fashion: fucking hard and fast on his desk or up against a wall in an empty hallway; love-making serenely in his gardens, in his bed, in his pool; teasing each other in the mornings, at nights, in the middle of the day.

But he never once thought it would truly happen. For one thing there was the age and-

The age! Shit!

He pushed Clark away and felt his heart ripping in two as he did so. He sat up against the wall, pulling his knees to his chest.

"Fuck," he whispered. What had he just done?

Now he was more than a bald freak with an obsession over a young boy.
Now he was a goddamned pedophile.
Now he was a fucking creep. Just like good old dad.

Bet Lionel never had sex with underage children, though.

Lex whimpered.

Clark sat stunned for a second, clearly unsure about the sudden change in Lex's disposition, and Lex could certainly understand his confusion. One moment he was being held with the softest hands, hands that caressed his bare back lovingly and hands that ran through his hair.

Hair that Lex had tormented himself over for what felt like decades.

The next, he had been pushed roughly away, surely knocked from his after-sex sleepies, the hands and the lover suddenly backing away from even the simple pleasure of touch.

Lex had previously been thinking of how he never thought he would be lucky enough to experience that body, those lips, that tongue, the need that had filled him so fucking perfectly.

As he realized he never should have, he started to tremble. His body was so sweetly sore, pained and exhausted from the sex, the mind-blowing sex, moved across the floor, they had moved across the god damned floor.  Clark had rammed so hard, so powerfully and with such need that they had been sliding across carpet.  So he was hurting from the pure physical expressions but also hurting from the realization of just how bad he had fucked things up.

He made himself look up. The eyes were still looking bewildered, and the mouth was open, trying to find something, anything to say, but currently unable.

"You're just a kid. Shit, Clark, you're fifteen."

Even if Clark looked Lex's age, sometimes, most times even acted his age, more so than even Lex did, he was still just. a. kid.

Clark bit his bottom lip, frowning and moved over to Lex. As soon as he felt the hands, God, the hands, on his shoulders through his shirt, he pushed them away and tried to stand up, wincing at the pain and almost collapsing.

'Almost collapsing' because Clark caught him and pulled him close, embracing him, cradling him in his impossibly strong, sentinel arms.

"Lex?"

He tried not to but ended up snuggling into Clark's neck, into the embrace, still scared. What could he do to make this better?

"Lex."

Why'd he have to kiss Clark? He had just wanted to be angry and Clark cared too much to leave him alone. He had just wanted to be angry, just wanted Clark to leave.

Good Lord, though, he hadn't been expecting the kid to kiss back.

"Hello? Lex."

The kid. The fifteen year old.

Lex pulled away and looked into Clark's eyes, the clear Key West green staring back at him.

Oh, Clark.

"I would have never done this, I swear. I don't know what came over me. I mean you, you came over me, you always do, but-"

"Lex, don't worry."

"-I still, I shouldn't have ever even kissed you. Not that I regret it. I couldn't regret it. I-"

"Lex, I'm seventeen."

"-just wasn't thin-" Lex stopped and blinked. Twice. "What? But you're a freshman. How could..."

Clark sighed. "You know I was adopted, right?"

Lex nodded.

"Well, my parents found me in one of the cornfields."

"Right." Clark had told him all of this before, even though he had learned all about the Kent family prior to even that conversation.

Good contacts made a world of difference in the timing of your information.

"They said I didn't speak a word of English."

"No... English?"

Clark nodded and down at his hands. "I think I'm foreign."

Lex looked to Clark's hands as well. Foreign. He could believe it. Nothing as beautiful as Clark Kent could be claimed as a purely American production.

Lex sighed and relaxed muscles he hadn't even been aware that he had tensed. So Clark was seventeen. This not only made their romp okay, but made future romps possible. If that was what Kent wanted.

Lex thought he could take the chance that it was.

Relieved, he looked up to find that boy was frowning, still looking down at his hands, twisting them this way and that, and Lex realized that there was not only more to the story, but there was an incredible vulnerability flowing through his best friend. He'd never seen Clark so...

Easy to destroy.

Easy to...? The Lionel in him coming out, apparently. Through the wording only though, certainly not in the sentiments. He preferred the word 'fragile', one that he never would have expected to use in describing Clark, but one that fit, nonetheless.

So fragile.  He shouldn't be though, should he?

One wrong word, one wrong action could take away everything and Lex, who was normally no good at situations involving emotional insecurities, felt safe with his instinct, felt that he could go with his intuition for once. He quickly took off his socks and shoes, not even in the slightest chagrined that they weren't what he would usually have decided to wear during sex.

He carefully moved to sit in Clark's lap, wrapping his legs around Clark's waist and letting his heels fall to the floor, just pulling the boy close. After a moment Clark shoved his face into Lex's neck, nuzzling like a needy cat, then moving to continue a lighter nuzzle in the concave of Lex's ear. They stayed remotely still for minutes, not moving other than to breathe, and Clark's insistent little strokes.

Lex had never in his life felt so connected, so important, so integral to anything. Then Clark started licking the tender flesh underneath Lex's ear, sending an internal shiver through the core of him.

Lex clutched Clark's hair- Gods and Goddesses above, how he loved that hair- and pulled his head back, taking the parted lips with own, again biting the bottom lip- damn thing was becoming more than a slight infatuation with him- then licking the top one, finding it just as cushy and pliant as the bottom.  He forced his tongue between the bliss of Clark's lips, further and further in, growling softly, licking what he could, tasting it all, then he sucked the opposing tongue into his mouth and elicited a delicious whimper from Clark.

He felt coarse hands trailing under his shirt, lightly stroking the skin of his back, and he moved his single free hand to knead Clark's neck. It was so rigid and stiff, muscles coiled too tight to be anything but a constant annoyance, and Lex massaged harder. What the hell was the kid was so damn tense about?

"Oh... Lex." The whisper sent tingles through every limb, every limb, like little live wires running through him had just amped their electric charge.

Clark moved his hands to Lex's shirt and had trouble trying to undo the very first button. Lex was about to push the hands away- thinking they could be far more successful in a most erotic manner- and just rip the damn thing off when he watched Clark bend down towards his chest. A second later he felt wet warmth form a trail where the shirt had been unbuttoned.

Clark pushed Lex off of his lap and back against the wall, but Lex refused to unlock his legs from around Clark's waist. With each consecutive button undone, the warmth followed until Clark's tongue was delving into Lex's navel and Lex had his hands on the floor beside him, back pressed up against the wall, watching Clark with heavy eyes ablaze.

His mouth was so close, so close. Taunting him even.

Clark's hands worked up and over Lex's heaving chest, down his arms and to the inside of his upper thighs, next to the groin, where he kneaded roughly, causing Lex to jump involuntarily and stiffen.

"Clark," he groaned and saw the boy going down on him for the second time in less than half an hour.

For a moment he watched Clark feed off of him in the most intense lust he'd ever been privy to. That mouth was on him again, everything warm and right, and oh, god so sweetly agonizing.

Then he realized Clark had yet to receive the treatment himself. He couldn't be so selfish. He had wanted to bring to Clark powerful waves of ecstasy that would have the boy shaking and pleading. Now, here was his chance to at least try out his new lover. To see what he liked.

And what he would beg for.

"No, Clark. Stop." He unwrapped his legs and pushed a surprised Clark onto his back on the floor.

Taking himself out of that mouth was painful, but what he wanted to do to Clark would make it worthwhile.

Climbing on top of Clark, he grinned at the sharp intake of air he evoked by rubbing himself against the hardened cock below him.  He sat there on top of Clark for a moment, listening to the groaning and feeling the impatient and needy thrusts against his ass, the closed cheeks.

Lex looked into the boy's eyes and almost shot out at the look of utter, honest need, pure trust and appetite. He swallowed, taken aback by just what the younger boy was revealing. "Clark, swear to me that you're seventeen,"

Clark shut his eyes tightly, placing his hands on Lex's hips and thrust a little, not trying to enter Lex, just trying to please himself, to gratify his body's needs. Just a little.

"Lex, I... wouldn't lie to you... about that. I swear."

That was all he needed to hear. He didn't want to think about what Clark would lie to him about. Car crashes, torn roofs, adrenaline rushes... Whatever he said, Lex would believe.

For now.

Lex tried to remove himself from Clark's lap, but the hands gripped him like vises. "Please, Lex… Don't move… I can't-"

"Shh," he interrupted, bending over and whispering into the scrumptious-looking ear, "I want to taste you."

Clark threw back his head the words, eyes clamping shut and thrust hard, but Lex moved and the kid ended up against nothing but air.

Clark cried out in frustration and opened his eyes to glare at Lex, the hungry look in them making Lex harden painfully, and he bit down on Clark's ear.  As Clark whimpered loudly, Lex moved off of his lap, smiling at the meek protests from his wild and fervent farmboy.

Reaching the intended destination, he pried apart the boy's legs, making room for himself in between. Clark watched, green eyes on fire, as Lex, flushing at the fact that Clark was his audience as well as his prey, lowered his mouth to the erection. He licked the leaking head and saw that Clark was straining to hold his hips still. He grazed Clark's pouch with his tongue and teeth, then stroked him with his fingers, finding that Clark's breathing had become uninhibited and frantic.

Hmmm...

This wasn't going to work just as Lex had hoped. Clark was so close, too close and wanted to come. He needed to if the expression on his face and his respiration said anything at all.

Lex wanted his own erection to last longer, his own orgasm to be cataclysmic, and so he climbed back on top of Clark's lap, making sure to put a grand amount of pressure on a certain heated extremity.

The boy's eyes shut tightly at the contact, and Lex held himself over Clark with his arms, spreading his legs and deliberately lowering himself, impaling himself, on the cock below. He grimaced at the dull throb of pain, being fucked twice in one day and one right after the other was sure to do that to a person's body, but then smiled at the other sensations and the obvious whirlwind of pain/pleasure/torment that his lover was falling into.

Clark was filling him up, entering him and it felt so right, so apt that Lex had to fight not to siphon himself above his new lover's hard and rocking body. Instead, he braced himself, hands firming on the floor of his study and watched Clark's expressions as he held back, trying to let Lex set the pace.

Lex lowered himself to Clark's face and pressed his lips to the farmboy's damp forehead, then moving to Clark's ear again he licked the lobe.

"Take me, Clark. Take me again," he whispered heavily and heard the moan of reply.

Throaty. Dark. Needing release.

He briefly let his tongue dive into the ear. "I'm yours, Kent. Harder than this. Please."

Lex was sure it was the 'please' that did it. The hands were on his hips again and he braced himself on Clark's shoulders feeling the carnal rage as Clark started to hammer away, pumping him up and down, hitting the floor and Lex's ass, whimpering loudly, panting loudly.

"God, Clark!" The blind lust and painful need that had been so obvious with Clark were now being transferred to Lex, instant delivery.

Everything swirled around him. He was hot. On fire. Everywhere. His fucking toes where burning. Clark must have hit some guy G-spot thing because the rod in his ass was suddenly making him crazy. Forget holding onto the erection. He needed liberation, had to surrender to his body. Clark had too much power over him.

His hand started to move from the shoulder it was braced upon, as he wanted to please himself as close to Clark's own orgasm as possible, but the kid was pounding so hard, so deliciously hard, that if he moved his hand from Clark, his foundation, he'd fall forward.

He pushed himself up, gyrating harder in unison with the thrusts. He was literally riding Clark and, like a horse, he had to be careful for fear of being thrown.  He closed his eyes and lifted himself back, pushing against the rod so deep already, but still trying to bury Clark's erection within him, trying to help him reach orgasmic bliss.

Stars erupted suddenly in the black behind his eyelids, caused by an all encompassing pressure on his cock. He opened his eyes and found that Clark had grabbed him, and once he looked into the bright eyes watching him, Clark started to pump vigorously.

"Clark!" Lex called out loudly and began to push his ass ever harder, trying to remain synchronous with Clark's own plunges and the newer rhythm. He felt Clark's fingers milking him, and could feel the fire, the sweet closeness of it all. He could feel the focus of everybody part center around his erection, working simultaneously to get him off.

No one had ever gotten him so close to the edge by a simple touch.

Clark kept thrusting and forcing, his hand now expertly in sync with his hips, and after a minute Lex came so forcefully that he collapsed after. Still emptying onto Clark's torso, he tried to push himself back up, wanting to make Clark scream as he came, Lex astride, but he was just too weak.

After a few seconds Clark cried out deafeningly, and Lex flushed all over as he realized that the boy had called his name. He felt himself being filled for the second time that day, and shoved his face in Clark's neck as they both trembled sweetly in each others arms.
 
 

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