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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Smallville
  Relationship:
      Clark/Lex
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, PWP, Romance
  Series:
      Part 2 of Late_Night_Phone_Calls
  Collections:
      Smallville_Slash_Archive
  Stats:
      Published: 2004-02-25 Words: 2405
****** Fulfilling a Fantasy ******
by Tobyfan
Summary
     Lex has a fantasy. Clark wants to know what it is. Sequel to Late
     Night_Phone_Calls. Thanks for Janet and Chrissy for beta reading.
For Jenna on the occasion of her birthday.
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"Tell me."
"No."
"Come on, Lex. How bad can it be?"
"That is not the point, Clark," I said, switching my cellphone to the other
ear.
"What is the point?"
"It's a fantasy and it belongs to me."
"So what? I've heard your fantasies before, Lex."
"I don't want to share this one." It was true, but not for the reasons he might
suspect.
"Sure you do."
"I do?"
"You do."
"And why is that?"
He whispered, "Because then I can help make it come true."
The timbre of his voice made me shiver. I could feel my cock start to harden. I
cleared my throat trying to get control of myself. "What if I want to keep it a
fantasy?"
"Oh, but you don't."
How did he know? "I don't?"
"Nope. Because if you tell me what it is, I can probably make it better than
the fantasy."
A line of heat ran straight to my cock. "You're that confident?"
"I am," he said. I could hear the grin in his voice. Clark was unbelievably
sexy when he was sure of himself and I was tempted. I really did want to share
it with him, but I was nervous about how he might react. My latest fantasy was
born from the last time we'd made love, after I'd discovered the secret of his
origins. He had been uninhibited in using his strength to manhandle and control
me. It had been unbelievably erotic and I wanted more. The problem was that I
didn't want him to know just how much I loved giving up control for those few
moments when Clark was fucking me.
"How are you going to make it come true when you're not in the same room?"
Clark laughed. "You do remember how fast I can move, right?"
I shuddered. Did I ever. That had been part of the turn-on, too. "I do. But it
is a school night and your folks wouldn't be too happy if you suddenly
disappeared."
"They're sleeping."
"And you should be, too."
"I sleep better when I'm with you."
I swallowed, unable to speak for a moment. "Me, too, Clark."
He sighed quietly. "So, are you going to tell me your fantasy or not?"
"Not. Now, go to sleep. I don't want you to be tired next time I see you."
"Oh? Why not?"
"Because I have plans to ravish you and you'll need all the energy you can
get."
He laughed. A husky sound that made heat curl through my belly. "Goodnight,
Lex."
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"I think I'm addicted to your skin, Lex," Clark said two nights later as we lay
wrapped around each other in my bed. He was teasing me with little licks all
over my chest and nipples. He'd already come once, but he was hard again. I
could feel his erection pressed against my thigh as he draped himself halfway
across my body. "You're so sexy," he said, running his hands over my chest and
arms. Although I was sated, his caress left me feeling residual tingles.
"I'm glad you think so."
"So, are you going to tell me that fantasy? I'm up for it,'' he teased, humping
against my leg for emphasis.
"You're very persistent, Clark."
"Good thing, too, or we wouldn't be here right now." He grinned devilishly at
me.
"I guess I can't argue with that," I said, remembering how long I'd tried to
resist him. I slipped my fingers through his dark, curly hair, loving the silky
feel of it. "Are you staying tonight?"
"Well, I'm certainly not going home like this," he said and thrust against me
again. "I was thinking I'd like you to blow me." He paused, thinking. "On your
knees." There was a predatory glint in his eyes.
I slipped off the bed and knelt on the floor, waiting for him to move into
position. Aggressive Clark was indeed fun to have around.
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I woke up the next morning and Clark was gone. He must have slipped out
sometime during the night, because I remembered him lying next to me as I
drifted off. The clock read 7:30 am, which meant there wouldn't be time to
drive to Metropolis. I called for the helicopter and jumped in the shower.
The day was filled with back-to-back meetings and I never even got a chance to
call Clark.
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The chopper dropped me off at the Smallville plant's helipad at 6:30 pm, and my
driver was waiting to bring me back to the mansion. Most of the staff had gone
home and the whole place felt unbearably empty. I kept hoping Clark might drop
by unannounced, but he never did. I thought of calling him, but didn't want to
disturb him if he was catching up on homework.
I had a quick dinner alone and went over some figures on the computer. Then I
headed upstairs. I decided to do some reading and get to bed a little early. So
very different from my days in Metropolis.
When I opened the door to my darkened bedroom, I felt a rush of wind and barely
had time to wonder where the draft might be coming from when I was pinned
against the wall. My heart started beating like a triphammer and my mouth went
dry. I jerked against the intruder but his hold on me was unshakable. I opened
my mouth to demand what he wanted when the intruder kissed me, his tongue
slipping into my mouth. Clark.
I wrested my head sideways, gasping. "Clark, what the fuck are you doing?"
"I wanted to surprise you, Lex." I could imagine him grinning.
"Surprise me?! You scared the shit out of me!" I struggled against his hold,
but he would not yield. "Let me go," I demanded.
"Nope. Sorry."
"Why the fuck not?" He was really starting to piss me off and my heart was
still pounding hard in my chest.
He leaned in close then. I could feel his breath on my ear. "Because I'm about
to fulfill your fantasy."
"What? How did..." I started to ask, but he cut me off with a punishing kiss.
The next thing I knew, he was speeding my clothes off of me. Somehow he managed
to keep me pressed against the wall. When I felt his heated skin against mine,
all the anger drained out of me.
He'd let go of my arms, so I wrapped them around his neck and pulled him closer
for a wet, hungry kiss. His hands were at my waist and I could feel something
cold between his fingers and my skin. He moved his hands under my legs and
lifted me off my feet, bracing me on top of his superhuman arms. My legs
dangled over the crooks of his elbows. He really did know what I wanted. How
he'd ever found out about my fantasy, I couldn't figure out. Had he somehow
developed an ability to read minds?
Then the wetness I'd felt before was circling my exposed hole and I moaned into
his mouth and captured his tongue. Clark's fingers were slipping inside me,
readying me for his cock. I shuddered at the invasion, my body thrumming with
barely-contained restraint at the thought of what Clark was about to do. He was
in no hurry, though, as his fingers took their leisurely time exploring and
opening me. They rubbed against my prostate, causing me to buck against his
chest.
"Christ, Clark!"
He grinned at me as I rested my head against the wall. Clark was doing all the
work, but I could barely draw a normal breath. My hard cock was painting smears
of come across my belly as his finger moved in and out of me. Clark nibbled on
my neck as he stretched me and it was all I could to remember to breathe.
"Clark," I said, sounding a little breathless. Desire and heat were crashing
through me, making my thoughts disjointed and chaotic. Every touch, every
stroke sent a new spark of fire coursing through me and somehow the darkness of
the room made every movement bigger and more intense. I was in Clark's hands,
literally and figuratively. He held my heart and he allowed me the freedom to
be the person I was inside, to be more than Lionel Luthor's son, to be more
than a ruthless businessman. He was the one person with whom I could let myself
be vulnerable and that was the biggest turn-on of all. "More, Clark. Deeper.''
"Oh God, Lex. You're so fucking hot when you're out of control."
He took his fingers out, and I grieved for their absence. Then I felt him
lowering my body, sliding me against the wall and the tip of his cock was
pressing against me. Slowly, achingly, he breached me while holding me up on
those amazing arms of his. They didn't so much as quiver with exertion and that
never stopped amazing me. I mouthed my approval against his ear.
"Fuck, Lex, if you keep making those sounds, I'm gonna come before I even get
all the way inside."
I shuddered and he slid the rest of the way home. I held onto his neck, my legs
spread as wide as they would go, and waited for him to fuck me. "Now, Clark," I
whispered. The first slow outstroke made me gasp. Then he hooked his hands over
my thighs and drove back in hard, slamming my back against the wall, causing me
to groan. "Yes, yes, Clark. Like that. Again." He thrust into me over and over.
My inability even to see Clark's face made it feel like a dream. The solid feel
of the wood against my back was the only thing convincing me this was real.
I babbled as he fucked me. I wasn't coherent enough to make sense of what I was
saying, but I know Clark liked it because he kept telling me. I felt sweat
sliding down my chest, slicking the press and glide of our bodies. I let my
mind go and thought only of how Clark's cock felt deep inside of me, the feel
of the wall at my back, and the freedom he'd given me. There was no one else on
Earth with whom I could be completely myself. I'd never felt so liberated and I
thanked whatever Gods were out there that the universe had sent Clark to Earth;
to me. I not only loved Clark, I believed in him. He made me believe in myself.
He was the only religion I would ever need.
Clark found my mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside to the same rhythm his
cock drove into my body. His fingers brushed against the tip of my cock, which
was pressed up against his firm belly. With every thrust, there was a quick but
maddening pressure to my cock - enough to tease, but not enough to make me
come. And I wanted to come, believe me, but I also wanted this exquisite bliss
to last a little longer.
"Clark," I whispered when he broke the kiss. "Tell me. Tell me how it feels,
how much you want this."
"God, Lex," he said, leaning his forehead against my shoulder. He seemed to
need a moment to gather his thoughts, but he continued to move, bringing me
pleasure with each stroke. "It feels like your body is swallowing me whole," he
said, barely out of breath. "It feels like you own me, Lex."
I shuddered at his words, feeling the impact all through me. "I want you to
fuck me harder, Clark. I want you to nail me to this wall. I want you to make
me still feel this tomorrow."
He whimpered and clamped his arms tighter around my legs. He made an awkward
reach for my cock and wrapped his big hand around it. I let myself go lax in
his arms and gave myself up to him as he drove into me harder and harder with
each lunge. The sweat covering me lessened the impact of the wall meeting my
back, which I regretted. I wanted to feel every ache and bruise. I wanted to
memorize every moment.
With each thrust, Clark gave my cock a squeeze, unable to find the focus to
stroke me. It didn't matter. I was feeling this fuck in places I hadn't been
aware of before. Every plunge made the walls reverberate. "Yes, Clark, like
that," I moaned, resting my hands on his shoulders.
"Fuck, Lex. I'm gonna..." I could feel him shaking and then he was pulsing
inside me, pressing me hard against the wall. I couldn't breathe for several
seconds and then he pulled back a little, his hand finding a rhythm on my cock.
He was still hard and kept pushing into me, chanting at me, urging me to come.
"That's it, Lex. Come for me. I can feel it. Come on." And then I was
shuddering in his arms, my cock spraying the space between us with come.
He held me there, both of us panting and sweating, for what seemed like a very
long time. Then he carried me over to the bed, pulling out carefully and lying
down next to me. His hand stroked my sweaty skin and he kissed me.
"How did you know, Clark? I hope you're not going to tell me you've started
reading minds now."
He chuckled and I wished I could see his smile. "Actually, you told me."
"I did not!" I would have remembered that.
"Yes, you did," he said and kissed my forehead. "You talk in your sleep."
I was pretty stunned to hear that. "How did you know I was talking about a
fantasy, Clark? I could have been dreaming about something or someone else,'' I
said.
He snorted his disbelief. "Oh, I think `superhuman arms' and `fuck me against
the wall, Clark,' pretty much gave me all the clues I needed, Lex." I knew he
was grinning.
"Smug doesn't suit you," I complained.
"But you like it on me. Besides, aren't you glad I was nearby to hear you voice
your deepest fantasy?"
"Who says it's my deepest fantasy?"
"Oh, you mean there are other, deeper fantasies?" he asked, teasing me.
I didn't answer, which he took as a confession of truth. "In that case, I think
I should stay over again."
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