|Not Even An Eighth
Author: queenmorgan23 PM
Clark has RedK and decides to do Lex and Lana a 'favor'. Total PWPRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Clark K. & Lex L. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,650 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 06-14-07 - Published: 03-06-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3428559
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Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Smallville, and the DC characters in this story are NOT mine. I am just borrowing them. :-)
NOT EVEN AN EIGHTH
"What do you want, Clark?" Lex Luthor hissed, shooting an enraged look at his former best friend.
Clark smirked, the red K coursing through his body, and stepped close into Lex's body. Stopped, his mouth a mere breath away from Lex's. Sighed softly, letting his eyelids blink once. Twice.
"Clark?" Lex's voice was shaky, uncertain.
"You know what, Lex? I'm going to do you a favor."
Lex looked up from that lush, blush-red mouth into sparkling Oceanic green eyes. "Is that so?" He whispered, forcing himself to lean back an inch. "And just what, exactly, do you think you can do for me, Clark?"
The smile on that mouth had to be illegal. "I'm going to give you the best fuck you've ever had."
Impressing himself, Lex did NOT fall down on his wool-clad ass. Words, however, seemed to be lacking, and he merely gaped for several moments before he found his shuddering voice.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Not yet." Clark teased, and nodded his head towards Lana, who was watching them, a curious, worried frown marring her face. "Lex...I'm going to give you a gift." Keeping both sets of eyes on him, he slowly edged his fingers under the bottom of his shirt. Pulled the back free from his waist, and lifted it, rubbing the backs of his fingers against his stomach. Pressed hard enough to leave momentary lines, pale and stark against the gold in his skin. So, so slowly, he raised the shirt over his head and let go, keeping his gaze on Lex's wide, shocked eyes as he felt the shirt fall, sliding down his body to puddle onto the floor.
Lex couldn't look away, not even when he felt Lana step forward next to him, staring, mouth agape. Had his life depended on it, he could not have stopped his eyes from devouring that sculpted, luscious flesh. Felt his tongue dart out to lick his impossibly dry mouth, and heard a moan float out of his lips as Clark's arms relaxed slightly, hands grasping in silky, black hair as he arched his neck.
Clark straightened abruptly, and grinned at Lex's stunned stare. Leaned in close, closer and brushed dewy lips against Lex's. Licked, and chuckled, satin soft.
"With this on your mind, and on hers, it'll be incredible." Clark huffed out a breath, vanilla and cinnamon and apples. Leaned back. "Of course, even so...you two together...your very BEST fuck doesn't add up to an eighth of what our tamest fuck would be."
Unable to fight down the arousal ruining his very expensive pants, he pressed forward against Clark's taught body, "So arrogant." Attempted, desperately, to fight back, to take some power back. And watched, entranced, as Clark's smile widened.
Clark placed his hands tight on Lex's hips. Yanked him up slightly, and slid him down, rubbing his cock against his leg. "Yes. Very. Doesn't make it any less true."
Lex found himself abruptly pushed back, and leaned, trembling violently, against a chair, watching as Clark sauntered off, throwing a final smirk over his shoulder before he walked out. Found himself snarling in annoyance as Lana attempted to kiss his shoulder.
"Lex, why don't we go back to the cast-"
Ignoring her voice, as it faded away into the background, Lex shook her off, stepping towards the door that Clark Kent had just gone through. Reached out a hand to push open the door, he felt his arm grasped, and was yanked out, onto the street.
Lex whirled around, meeting mischievous green eyes, and cocked an eyebrow. "Not even an eighth, Clark?"
Clark chuckled, and pushed Lex back against the glass door, and both men ignored the raised voices, full of curiosity and shock. "Guess you'll have to find out the hard way."
Lex stopped fighting. "I guess so." He wrenched his arms up, ripping his hands into that mass of deep, night black curls and yanked that pleased, cocky mouth onto his own, biting down hard on Clark's pouting lip. "Lucky me."
Clark pulled back, feeling his lip slide between sharp teeth, and laughed, "You have no idea just how lucky."
Thrust, slide, and a jerking grind. "So show me, big talker."
Clark yanked him hard against his body, and smirked over Lex's shoulder at the look of utter disbelief, and lust, on Lana Lang's simpering face. Shrugged, a snarky smile firmly in place.
And with a backlash of startling wind, the doorway was empty, save a pair of messy, dripping wool pants that fluttered down to the ground.