
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/284114.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Smallville
  Relationship:
      Clark_Kent/Lex_Luthor
  Character:
      Clark_Kent, Lex_Luthor
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Object_Insertion
  Series:
      Part 3 of Locations
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-11-27 Words: 6034
****** Location: Cornfield ******
by Tallihensia
Summary
     Lex doesn't like cornfields. Clark decides to give him a reason to
     like them.
Notes
     Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams. ^^ This story was written for
     free entertainment purposes only and may not be reproduced for profit
     or altered without permission.
     Warnings: reference to horror films, object insertion, underage sex
     Spoilers: none
     Notes: Has nothing to do time- or universe-wise with the other
     Location stories. All Locations are independent of each other, only
     thing in common is porn in various places. Cross-posted to my
     Livejournal.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Location: Cornfield *****
"I really don't like cornfields," Lex confessed.
Clark brushed aside the broad cornleaf and moved past the next few plants.
"Really? Why?"
Lex laughed a little. "The first time I was ever," he pushed aside another
stalk that was flopping over from Clark's passage, "in a cornfield, I was
attacked by a flaming meteor and lost my hair."
"Um... oh..." Clark stopped walking and Lex nearly ran into his back. He gave
Clark a little push and Clark kept moving after a hesitant look at Lex.
"The next time," Lex looked at the corn all around them and sighed, "I found
you strung up like a sacrifice."
"Um, yeah..." Clark looked around guiltily again and got slapped in the face by
a cornstalk for his inattention to the path.
"So cornfields just aren't really my favorite thing in life."
"No," Clark said, glancing around and for the first time seeing the corn as an
outsider might see it. He'd grown up with it. It was the lifeblood of the town,
even now. Cornfields just were. "There's the corn mazes. Those are fun."
"Getting lost and having to call 911 to get out. Yeah. Lots of fun."
Clark winced. The 911 call really had happened to a couple of tourists with
their young kids. "If you go with me, we won't get lost," he offered.
"Like now." Lex looked all around them and sighed.
X-raying through the stalks, Clark found the road easily enough. They were
nearly to it, they weren't lost at all. "Oh come on, Lex. Relax a little. I've
grown up in cornfields – I know my way around them like I was one of the
children of the corn."
Lex stopped dead and Clark went on for another few steps before he turned
around to look at his friend.
There was a suspicious twitch of Lex's lips as he stared at Clark and then he
finally couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
"What?" Clark asked, baffled.
Lex bent over, holding his legs and kept laughing until he was wheezing.
"What?" Clark asked again, starting to get a little miffed.
"If," Lex gasped out, "you're trying to reassure me, that's not helping."
Just to mix things up, Clark replied to that with a, "Huh?"
"Children of the Corn," Lex sputtered, laughing some more. "Clark, have you
even seen the movie?"
"There's a movie?" Now that Lex mentioned it, Clark could vaguely recollect
hearing something...
Lex nodded, straightening up, his face red from the laughter and his eyes moist
with amusement. Clark reflected that it was a really good look on him, and he
took and involuntary step closer.
Not wary at all, Lex let his friend come closer and he smiled at him with
complete openness and a little bit of teasing. "It was based on a horror novel
by Stephan King."
"Um." Clark had no clue still as to the plot, but suddenly had a very good idea
of what it was about just based on the name and author alone.
"Let's just say," Lex said, his eyes still laughing, "that if you were really
one of the children of the corn, I wouldn't be getting out of here alive."
As far as reassurances went, that one had obviously sucked. On the other hand,
Lex was laughing now, and sparkling at Clark, happy in a way he hadn't been
since they'd been attacked by the tree mutant.
"We're both getting out of here," Clark said firmly, and held his hand out to
Lex.
Lex's grin slipped, just a little, and then he placed his hand in Clark's
without hesitation and a firm grip.
Clark's heart thumped as he held Lex's hand, feeling the smooth skin and
reveling in the strength of the fingers. Lex was well able to take care of
himself, even if Clark had to save him periodically. A contradiction, and yet
there it was. Clark wanted to feel more of Lex's hand, to feel more of Lex. But
there they were, holding hands. Just like girlfriend and boyfriend. Or
something.
Feeling a flush starting to rise in his face, Clark turned around hurriedly and
tugged on the grip he had with Lex's hand, pulling him along in his wake.
"How do you even know where to go?" Lex asked, his return hold on Clark's hand
unyielding.
"Um, landmarks." In despair, Clark glanced around at the wall of corn taller
than they were and above it to the open blue sky. Nothing else could be seen at
all.
"Riggght..." Lex drawled, his voice saying he didn't believe it at all. His
hand, though, still held Clark's.
Luckily, they were only a few feet away now, and before Clark had to answer,
they'd broken through to the road.
"See?" he said instead, "I brought you out, safe and sound."
Lex's gaze softened, his hand loosening only to draw in a little, the smallest
of caresses on Clark's hand. "Thank you," he said, his voice going a little
low.
This would be a wonderful time to kiss Lex. Clark wondered if he dared. He
wondered what Lex would do. He took a step forward.
A truck came around the bend, honking as it swerved by them.
Clark and Lex dropped hands and turned to wave instead at the truck. "Hey!
Help! We need a ride!"
A few hours later, they were both home in their respective homes, warm, safe,
and dry. And not together anymore.
Clark would rather have the cold and the damp and the mutants rampaging around.
Well, no, he wouldn't. But he wanted to be warm and dry with Lex, not without
him. That wasn't happening in his house, though, and not around his parents,
that was for sure. However... Clark started to plan.
... ... ...
It was a warm night when Clark implemented his plans. First he got permission
from his parents to stay out late star-watching. Then he went to go fetch Lex.
Lex was inside his castle, brooding over a glass of wine and surprised to see
Clark there that late.
It took awhile, but eventually Clark persuaded Lex to come with him, star-
watching.
Lex also objected to going in the old beat-up truck, saying they could leave it
there and take one of his cars, but Clark pointed out they were going on some
dirt back roads and did Lex really want one of his shiny cars on there. Lex
glanced at him with dubious thoughts at hearing 'dirt back roads' and almost
backed out, but he couldn't really. Clark had already known that he could get
Lex to do what he wanted, as long as he presented it correctly. Sometimes even
if he hadn't, but it increased the odds if he did.
When they got to the clearing in the middle of a cornfield, Lex's dislike of
the scheme made itself known more vocally.
Clark eventually calmed him down, pointing out the bright stars, the nice empty
field, the blankets he'd brought along for warmth, the pillows for comfort, and
even a picnic basket and a star map. Of course, though, he didn't actually say
what was in the picnic basket, leaving that for later.
Then they were down on the blanket, pillows propped behind their backs, looking
at the stars.
"Orion," Clark pointed out the most obvious of the constellations, aware of the
warm body so close to him, but he couldn't rush this, he knew.
"The great handsome huntsman, beloved of the goddesses, placed among the
stars," Lex responded. "There are many myths about him, and none know the
truth. His dog, Sirius, walks by his side." Lex pointed out Sirius, the bright
dog star.
They traded constellations and stars for awhile, neither one missing a beat.
Clark knew them because he had lived with them all his life and loved to watch
up into the sky. Lex knew them... well, because Lex knew everything. Yet he had
never seen them so clearly, and his initial reserve wore off to a relaxation of
wonder of seeing what he'd always studied.
Slowly, Clark inched his fingers over to Lex's until they were fingers apart.
At the side-length touch of Clark's gentle finger, Lex faltered in his latest
tale. Yet he didn't move his hand, and he determinedly picked up the story
again.
Emboldened, Clark rested his hand first alongside Lex's, touching all along the
length, and then, when Lex still didn't move away, he linked their hands
together.
Lex drew in a breath, and then let it out very quietly, his hand returning the
link, though he didn't look at Clark, staring determinedly up at the stars.
A few more stories, with their attention only partially on the stars. Clark
stroked Lex's hand as much as he could with their fingers entwined. Lex
responded but didn't make any moves of his own. The little hitches in his voice
as he talked made Clark eager for more.
At a point where there was a pause, a quiet moment when barely seen clouds
floated by the stars, making them flicker in and out of their vision, framed on
the edges by the shadowy tips of the cornstalks, a moment of peace in the
stillness, that's when Clark rolled to his side.
He saw Lex stiffen slightly, his gaze fixed resolutely upon the sky and not
flickering to Clark. Yet he didn't let go of Clark's hand.
With a smile, Clark leaned over and kissed Lex.
It was simple, a press of lips to lips, nothing really more than they were
doing with their hands clasped together, and yet it was a moment, a crossing, a
step over a line and a divide, a living testament to their feelings.
For Lex was returning the kiss, his lips pressing against Clark's and moving
underneath. Clark reveled in the feeling, knowing joy in his heart and
happiness in his soul.
After a long while, Clark lifted his head and looked down at Lex.
This time, Lex met his gaze, direct and brave, a slight fear showing behind the
grey eyes, the darkness of the night washing out the color but the stars
brightness showing the emotion.
"It's okay," Clark whispered, and leaned in for another kiss. This time, Lex's
arms went around Clark to hold him there.
It took some time for them to move beyond simple kisses, though their bodies
had come together during that time. Rolled sideways on the blanket, pressed
together along chest and hips, legs entwined while hands lightly explored.
Eventually, though, Clark was more than ready for more. He opened his mouth
with the next kiss, tongue teasing at Lex's sealed lips. Almost instantly, Lex
responded and opened for Clark. The kiss turned heated, messy, wet. The
exploring hands for the first time went beneath shirts, searching for hidden
flesh to touch.
Lex broke away, panting. "That's... Clark, that's enough for now."
"What?" Clark pursed Lex. "No, it's not." He kissed the side of Lex's mouth and
then across to his ear, then down his jawline. He held Lex steady in his large
hand, framing the pale skin on the bare skull.
Lex submitted, turning his head into Clark's and opening his mouth to encourage
another full kiss.
Clark obliged. Their tongues met, clashed with the need, then gentled while
still just as full of heat.
Their hands were more active, pushing shirts away and stroking along chests and
backs. Their legs did a little more with the between thing and their hips
started to grind together, an age-old rhythm starting to take place as desires,
and other things, grew.
Lex pulled away again, gasping. "Clark, that's enough."
"Hell no," Clark reached for Lex again, but this time Lex kept backing away.
Clark sat back, baffled. "What?"
"You're too young, too innocent." Lex wouldn't look at Clark, his focus on
straightening his clothes. "I shouldn't have let that happened."
Clark blinked. What sort of an excuse was that? Innocent? "I started it!"
"And I'm ending it," Lex replied. "Clark, we can't... ummph..."
His protests were drowned out as Clark kissed him again. Slowly, Lex let
himself be lowered back down to the blanket again. This time, he didn't protest
as Clark drew his lips away in order to slip Lex's grey sweater off over his
head. Lex even raised his arms to make it easier.
Clark undid the top four buttons of his flannel shirt, then drew both it and
the undershirt off together.
There was a soft moan from Lex, and Clark looked over to find Lex's attention
riveted on Clark's bare chest. Clark had to admit that Lex's chest was also
quite enticing. He ran a hand over the smooth skin and watched Lex writhe under
his touch. "You're not ticklish, are you?" he asked even as he lowered himself
down.
"No," Lex replied, "just sensitive." His voice went up in pitch and he arched
his back as on the last word Clark licked Lex's left nipple. "Oh..."
The wonder in Lex's voice made Clark sure this was a very good thing to
explore. Lex wasn't a virgin, Clark knew that from not only Lex's tales, but
also the time he'd walked in on Lex and Victoria. So the wonder must be there
for Clark especial.
Clark licked his chosen nipple and then sucked it, while his hands stroked up
and down Lex's body. Beneath him, Lex twisted and moaned, responsive to Clark's
every touch, his body starting to sweat, helping the glide of Clark's hands.
This was heady stuff, making Lex sound like this. Clark was drunk on his power
and his pleasure, knowing that he had it all.
With fingers suddenly made clumsy by haste, Clark popped the button to Lex's
pants.
Lex stilled, his eyes widening as they met Clark's firm gaze, but when he
opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out.
Clark smiled, knowing there wouldn't be any more protests, and he slid his way
down Lex's body until he reached the pants. A little more work with the zipper,
a hand behind Lex's back, helping him to raise up his hips so Clark could slip
the pants down, boxers too, and then Clark's hungry gaze fastened upon sheer
beauty.
Straining tall towards the sky, Lex's dick waved hello at Clark, swaying with
Lex's movements, reaching for Clark. He was massive, moreso even than Clark
thought he was, and curving just a bit towards the top. Lex was also completely
hairless down here as well, an unexpected yet welcome sight. Clark's mouth
watered, thinking about it.
With a moan of his own, Clark reverently touched Lex's dick lightly.
"Oh, fuck, Clark," Lex gasped out, his hips twisting, the motion knocking
Clark's light touch away.
There needed to be more. Clark grasped the length in his hand, getting a good
clasp with his palm tight against the hot flesh and his fingers curving around.
Lex made a slight mewling sound that both surprised and delighted Clark.
Clark tried to run his hand along the shaft, but found their skin sticking
together where he clasped, as if their flesh was one.
With his other hand, Clark fumbled towards the picnic basket. Not finding it,
Clark risked a glance aside and found it on the other side of the blanket, out
of his immediate reach.
Growling in frustration, Clark didn't want to give up his grip. Instead, he
brought himself further down and took the top of the dick in his mouth.
Lex cursed.
Clark had never sucked dick before, but he'd often wondered what it would be
like, most recently his fantasies focused on Lex. No more fantasizing, here was
time for actual practice. He loved it. He'd always wondered if when it came to
it if he'd really like it. Now, he found that the reality surpassed the
expectations. Clark loved dick. He really truly did.
He loved the feel of the mushroom head in his mouth, making a nice mouthful yet
with more still out of his lips to come. He explored with the sides of his
cheeks, his tongue, and his lips, trying to be careful of his teeth, yet
needing to know this shape and feel. It was real, not a plastic dildo to
explore on (he'd once snuck the one Chloe had under her bed out after a study
session, returning it later feeling guilty yet happy) nor a cucumber to
practice width on.
He loved the flesh, warm and smooth at the top, rougher down under.
He loved the little slit he knew was there and yet when he found it while
exploring was still surprised. He tongued it for awhile, enjoying the odd split
in texture and the way Lex yelped as he did it.
Clark wanted more. Reluctantly, he took his hand away from the firm grip he'd
had, so that he could go down further with his mouth. He backed off, having to
come completely off as he coughed suddenly. A real dick was not a cucumber.
Wiping his hand over his mouth, Clark spat into his hand and rubbed the length
again, the saliva helping to move along, though Clark still wanted to grip too
hard, to hold Lex and not let go. Letting go was kind-of a necessity, though.
Or rather, holding on less tightly, just enough to slide over the flesh and
hold Lex firmly. Owning him without scaring him, to extend the metaphor out.
Lex certainly wasn't objecting now, that Clark could hear.
He tried the mouth thing again, going down further this time and not hitting
his gag reflex. He couldn't take it all the way, though, and wondered how the
porn stars did it. Clark settled for just going up and down as far as he could
with his mouth, while accompanying the motion with his hand on the rest of the
length.
He was almost too absorbed to notice when Lex pulled at his hair, but then the
words penetrated.
"Clark, Clark, I'm going to---"
Clark pulled off on the instant, his hand seeking out and gripping right at
that spot that would keep Lex from coming. Oh, no, Lex wasn't coming just yet.
Wide-eyed, Lex gazed the length of his body at Clark, the astonishment in his
eyes meeting the anger in Clark's. Then Clark dropped his gaze, ashamed of the
anger. It wasn't like Lex knew of his plans or anything.
"I want you to fuck me," Clark said, lifting his eyes again, his voice low and
rough, his gaze direct, willing it to be so.
Lex gasped, his mouth hanging open as his hips jerked. Clark was sure that if
he hadn't held the grasp on Lex's dick, that he would have come right then and
there. Had Clark brought a cock ring? This might be a problem for his plans.
But no, Lex's dick was deflating slightly under his grasp. "No."
"What?" Clark asked in astonishment, letting go of Lex's dick and watching it
bounce around.
"I..." Lex turned his head away, then his body. "Clark, you're fifteen! You're
too young and I'm too old."
Clark sat up, raising an eyebrow. Twenty-two was not old. He ran his eye along
Lex's smooth body, noticing the toned muscles and long length. Really not too
old. "Oh, bull, Lex. What the fuck?"
Lex rolled over so his stomach was on the blanket, his words slightly muffled
by the groan he let out as he did so. "I can't, Clark. I'm trying to be good
for once here in my life! I've wanted to fuck you since you first pulled me out
of the river! Your buddy Ryan hates me because he could see it in my mind, when
I was picturing you face down over one of the Beanery tables and me sliding in.
As much as I want it, you're the one friend in my life that I have who likes me
as me, and by God, I'm going to do the right thing by you!"
Well. Clark pursed his lips. This was a wrinkle he hadn't foreseen. And it
wasn't that he wanted Lex to be a bad person... he just wanted Lex to fuck him,
and take him, and ram into him hard and strong with his hands on Clark's hips
and... Yeah.
Clark stood up and took his pants off, abandoning them and his shoes by the
side of the blanket.
The bare back of Lex's flesh quivered at the sounds, but Lex didn't move.
Roaming around the perimeter of their little clearing, Clark ran his hands
along the cornstalks, feeling them bend with his touch. He eyed the corn in
their husks, gaging size and ripeness. He could sense Lex watching him now,
however he didn't turn in his direction, intent upon his new plan.
Making his choice, Clark broke off one of the corn stalks, giving himself about
a foot of pliable length to work with, its width about a finger size at the tip
and widening further down. He made sure the tip wasn't too loose or flimsy yet
also that it didn't have any sharp points. Then he selected his corn. One
piece, two, three. All of varying sizes and ages, from the young slim ones
barely kerneled, to the almost ripe and ready for eating larger one.
He brought his choices back to the blanket where Lex quietly watched him with
hungry yet restrained eyes, sitting up now with his pants zipped. Though he
hadn't put his sweater back on yet.
"I meant what I said, Clark," Lex said, having to clear his throat to say it.
"You're too good, too innocent for the likes of me. I can't, I just can't...
you should be with Lana, discovering the joys of life together."
"If I wanted to be with Lana, I'd be with Lana," Clark replied calmly as he
shucked the husks of his chosen corn. He flipped open the basket that had
previously been too far away. "I like her well enough, but girls aren't my
thing. Thought I'd try, just to make sure, but Jessie... well, no, no girls for
me."
He pulled out the large pack of condoms, because why bring just one? Unrolling
one, he slipped it over the largest corn from the top down. "As for
innocence..." He laid the protected corn on the blanket and then reached for
the next and treated it the same. "I think you're living in a fairy tale if you
think any fifteen year old boy is really that innocent."
The second piece was laid beside the first and the last corn... well, the
condoms were a bit too big for it. Clark frowned and then rummaged in the
basket again, pulling out the three different types of lube and the clean-up
packets until he found the back-up condoms. He hadn't been totally sure about
Lex's size, after all, though he'd had had a pretty good idea. He unrolled the
smaller condoms and quickly put one on the last piece of corn and then also the
stalk he'd brought over.
Sputtering noises were coming from Lex's corner. "Clark, what are you doing?"
Oh hey – he had brought a cock ring after all. Though they may not need it now
– the delay seemed to have brought Lex down off the edge. Just in case, Clark
flipped it over to Lex. "Yours if you want it."
More sputtering.
Kneeling on the blanket, Clark chose his favorite of the three lubes and
squirted it onto the corn stalk. When playing around with himself, he'd found
he wasn't really all that flexible. Strong, yes. Bendable, not very. A little
extra reach was a good thing. After slicking the stalk and his hand nicely,
Clark held the stalk a hands-width down, his index finger extended out along
the length to the tip. Reaching behind himself, he gently pushed his finger and
the stalk into his ass. He wiggled his finger a bit, loosening the muscles and
edging the stalk further in.
There was a strangled sound from Lex's corner.
Clark ignored him, concentrating on getting a good insertion before he pulled
his finger out and left just the stalk inside. Then he lowered himself with one
arm down to the blanket so he was kneeling tripod, legs spread apart, one hand
on the ground, his other hand gripping the stalk as he started to thrust it in
and out, wiggling it around inside of him.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations of pure stimulation through his
body. The stalk wasn't too wide or firm, but it was enough to get him started.
"Oh yes," Clark sighed. In and out, side to side, rotating through his
fingertips until the movement was completely smooth and the stalk wasn't
enough.
Clark pulled out the stalk and reached for the smallest corn.
"What are you doing?" Lex asked again, his voice strangled and hoarse.
"Fucking myself, since you won't fuck me," Clark answered as he lubed up the
corn and then stuck it in. Oh yes, much better. The roughness of the emerging
kernels could be felt through the condom and the width was just the right next
step up from the stalk. He moaned as he worked the corn inside, careful not to
pull out too much since the corn was shorter than the stalk. By this time,
though, Clark was loose enough that when he did slip out, it was easy enough to
push it back in again.
"Oh God in Heaven and Zeus in Olympus," Lex swore.
What a combination of gods. Clark snickered as he turned his head to watch Lex
claw his way out of the pants he'd so recently put back on. His dick was again
engorged and standing proudly out, pointing towards Clark like it wanted to
play too. Clark wished he would.
Lex, though, grabbed his dick and started stroking himself. Then he hissed and
crept nearer to Clark to select one of the bottles of lube. "You planned this,"
he accused as he stroked himself again, this time smoother, hand gliding along
his length.
"I don't want you to be afraid of cornfields anymore," Clark said, pulling out
the smallest corn and reaching for the mid-sized one.
With a strangled gasp that was half a laugh, Lex held his dick tight and closed
his eyes. "I wasn't afraid of them, I just didn't like them."
"Well, now you can like them." Clark hissed as he pushed the middle one in,
backing off before forcing himself to relax. Perhaps he hadn't spent enough
time with the smaller one. But he really wanted this. Actually, he wanted Lex,
but watching Lex stroke himself while Clark did this was quite the thing in
itself. If Lex was fucking him, Clark wouldn't be able to watch. "You can
always put on the cock ring," Clark suggested, not wanting Lex to come too
soon.
Lex snorted, relaxing a bit and making his strokes with his left hand long and
steady. "That's mostly a myth. Works for some guys, they say, but really it's
just a sensation enhancer. Ejaculation time doesn't really change with or
without one." He grinned. "We will come when the come comes."
Clark winced. That really wasn't one of Lex's better ones. He preferred the
scientific discourse Lex spouted to that. He was loose enough now to get the
middle corn in and was distracted from such things as grammar as he felt it
sliding in, every kernel rubbing through his insides until Clark could rub up
against the bump. "Ah!"
Yes, there. Clark shoved the corn in again, and then again. This was the
problem with doing it yourself, though. All he wanted was to be able to feel,
to experience it, to have hands on his hips and somebody else driving
themselves in, and instead he had to pay enough attention to be pushing and
pulling. He would stop when the feeling would hit a high point, and then have
to concentrate to get himself to push in again. And not lose his grip on the
corn.
Why did women like to ride on top? It was more work that way, yet the porn vids
showed them loving it. Maybe that was just the porn, though, and the women
really didn't enjoy it so much. The guys sure would, just having to lay there
and not do anything for the pleasure.
"Clark," Lex gasped. "You look so... God, Clark. I could watch you forever. You
are so beautiful."
Clark's eyes lidded in pleasure as Lex paid homage. He would never again have
sex by himself if he couldn’t have it accompanied by Lex's smooth voice,
roughened with desire, saying his name with that little hitch in his voice.
"I'd rather you be fucking me."
"Hell and damnation." Lex's eyes darkened even more to nearly an impossible
black. Then he was taking the few necessary strides to Clark, disappearing out
of Clark's gaze as he went around behind him.
Clark felt a hand join him on the corn, wrapping around his fingers, shoving
the corn in with slightly more force than Clark had been using.
"Oh!" Clark gasped and let his hand loosen his grip, held there only by Lex's
hand. Push and pull and Clark could stop paying attention to what he was doing
and only to what he was feeling. Lex's body so close to his. Clark could smell
him in the breeze, sweat and musk and that cologne he liked to wear.
Not touching him yet, beyond the hand, but close to him, so close that Clark
could feel his presence, his body behind his.
There. A stroke along his back. Clark arched under it and wordlessly cried for
more. The hand drifted up to his hair and tangled in the strands, tightening
cruelly for a moment before relaxing and petting through and back out again.
Drifting over his neck, his shoulders, along his spine down to his ass.
"So fucking gorgeous..."
Lex let go of Clark's hand and Clark dropped it down to the ground to brace
himself better. He could feel the corn being pulled out and his whole body
shivered in anticipation for what was to come.
It didn't happen, and Clark turned his head.
Lex stood there, a hand on his dick, stroking it, looks of hunger and pleasure
and anticipation chasing each other across his face in waves until he noticed
Clark glancing back.
A step over and then Lex was kneeling down next to Clark, hand again tangled in
his hair, guiding Clark into a powerful desperate kiss. With this kiss, Clark
could feel how much Lex had been holding back before. This was a tidal wave of
lust and heat, pouring out into Clark through Lex, washing down his body. They
were both moaning, hands wrapping around their bodies, laying now on the
blanket pressed together and tangling in grips and pulls and sliding body to
body, lips to whatever skin part was free, hands and fingers wandering freely
while the lube on their dicks slicked through the sweat on their skin as they
twisted together.
No more words that were actual words as they reached for every part of the
other, found it, and then reached for more.
Clark was going to come soon and he really really wanted Lex to fuck him first.
"Damn it, Lex," he gasped. "What does it take to get you to fuck me?"
Lex's body shuddered in his and Lex's eyelids dipped over the black gaze.
"Yes," he replied, untangling himself from Clark with lingering strokes of
hands.
Clark rolled over to get back on his hands and knees, trying to force himself
to wait. His whole body was thrumming, sensitized, ready.
Fingers breaching him with lube, twisting inside, making sure Clark was still
loose and ready. Oh, Clark was ready, so ready. He'd been ready for this for a
very long time now.
A rip of condom package and the sound of lube. Clark didn't want there to be
any more delays. He just wanted... yes. That. Pushing inside of him. Larger
than the corn, warmer than the corn, alive and hot and penetrating through him
such that Clark had to hiss and remember to relax where he wanted to tighten to
feel instead. There was plenty of feeling as Lex pushed relentlessly in, his
hands stroking along Clark's back, reassuring words tumbling from his lips that
Clark paid no heed to. There was no need for reassurance when this is what
Clark wanted. He thought he'd been waiting for this his whole life.
"Lex."
With a shudder that Clark could feel through the condom and his body, Lex
stopped where he was. Then he took a grip with his hands, one on Clark's hip,
the other on his shoulder and he started to move.
There was definitely something to be said for experience on the other end.
Clark cried out, overwhelmed as he was hit squarely on the spot of pleasure
inside. His arms buckled and he dipped his head down, barely keeping his knees
up.
Lex shifted his grip to both hands on Clark's hips and slammed in again. And
again. A rhythm now, over and over, in and in and so much of it. Lex was
panting heavily, his hands sliding in the sweat on Clark's body and having to
readjust continually, but it didn't stop his thrusts.
Clark turned his head to one side so the side of his face was laying on the
blanket and he was gasping for air between his cries. He tangled his hands in
the blanket and heard fabric rip. He pushed his hips back, pleading for more
even as Lex continued to move. More. He needed more, he needed this not to end,
he wanted this again and again, everlasting.
With a final cry, Clark came, spurts shooting out from his cock onto the
blanket beneath him. Boneless, he started to fall, but was held up by the
strong grip on hands on his hip. With a whimper, Clark tried to hold himself
for Lex, yet his strength was completely gone.
Hands gently guided him down until Clark was laying on the blanket, rolling
over to stare at the bright stars and the outline of Lex over him. His right
leg was lifted up, placed over Lex's shoulder. Then Lex was back inside of him
again.
Clark whimpered again. He had come already and yet this still felt so good. Lex
inside of him, pushing through, being in him in a way nobody else ever had
been. Excepting a few farm products here and there. Nobody else, though, and
this was Lex. Lex that Clark had dreamed of, wanted, stalked and sought after.
His friend who understood him like no other, who tolerated the lies impatiently
yet let Clark keep coming back to him. Who let Clark rescue him and still kept
his head up high. His friend that he needed so much, who seemed to need him
just as much, if not more.
With a gasp, Lex stopped moving inside Clark. His mouth was slack, his eyes
closed, his face contorted in pleasure. He stayed like that for long moments
while Clark watched, fascinated. Then Lex very gently shook his body, his eyes
blinking open and his tongue swirling out to lick upon his lips. With a long
sigh, he pulled out from Clark's body, hissing as he did so; Clark also having
to bit his lips to keep a sound from escaping.
Lex put Clark's leg back down on the blanket, tossed the condom off to one
side, and then laid down atop Clark's body.
Wordlessly, Clark summoned the strength to enfold Lex within his grasp, holding
him close. He kissed Lex's cheek, his nose, the rim of his ear, waiting until
Lex's breathing was a bit more steady before moving to the lips.
Lex kissed him back, tender and sweet, completing the round of actions there
that night. "Cornfields are now my favorite place to be."
Clark grinned. "Maybe we can make water towers the next favorite?"
Lex laughed. "Only for you, Clark. Only for you."

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                                      END
End Notes
     Note: Ah, foods ruined forever by yaoi and slash. I do know about
     Boku no Sexual Harassment, but... they're in a corn field. What was I
     supposed to have them use, a turnip? At least there were condoms. ;p
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