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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Smallville
  Relationship:
      Clark_Kent/Lex_Luthor
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, PWP
  Series:
      Part 2 of Save_Me
  Collections:
      Merry_Month_of_Masturbation_2009
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-04-13 Words: 2523
****** Save Me, Part Two ******
by twinsarein
Summary
     Lex heads back to the mansion after watching a private moment Clark
     had in the loft.
As soon as Lex’s car hits the turn off at the end of the dirt road he feels
he’s safely away from the Kent farm, so he opens up the engine and roars back
to the mansion as fast as he dares. He breaks every speed limit, but it’s late
enough that he doesn’t see one single car on the way back. He deliberately
keeps his mind as blank as possible.  Not something he’s normally very good at,
but he puts extra effort into it tonight. It still doesn’t work.
He can’t believe that he’d just watched Clark…no. Lex takes some deep breaths
to help clear his mind again.
…
…
Jesus, he’d just helped Clark to…NO!    God damn it, he’s stronger than
this. Lex starts to list all of the elements in the Periodic Table, in
alphabetical order, along with their atomic mass. By the time he gets to
Radium, he’s screeching up to his front door. He leaves the car for someone
else to take care of and races up to his study. Well…he tries to race anyway,
but the steel rod in his pants makes it difficult. He’s in definite need of a
scotch. Maybe three. He needs fortification and a lot of it.
A picture of Clark flashes in his head. Pants pushed down past his hips, shirt
riding up enough to reveal those rock-hard abs, cock leaking a drop of precome
and Clark looking at it in wonder, as if he’d never seen precome before.
Lex moans low as his cock twitches in his slacks, and he can feel his own
precome making a wet spot on his boxers. He tosses down his drink in one
swallow. The resultant burn helps him to gain control over himself. 
At least it does until the burn is gone. Then he flashes on another vision of
Clark rubbing that salty drop into the head of his cock, his back bowing off
the couch a little at the sensation. 
Lex forces himself to think about it analytically. He figures that must mean
that the head of Clark’s cock is much more sensitive than most to get such a
reaction from him. The arch of his back, the long moan all contribute to the
evidence that Clark is very sensitive to touch. Lex wonders if he’s that
sensitive every…
Lex feels another surge from his cock, making the wet spot grow. Apparently,
trying to get more clinical about the memories isn’t going to work either. Lex
collapses on to the couch and downs another tumbler of scotch.
Unfortunately, this one doesn’t have any more affect than the first. Actually,
this one makes things worse. Instead of fortifying him against the memories, it
lowers his resistance to them. They start coming faster and faster – thoughts
of Clark’s large hand wrapped around his cock, Clark moaning Lex’s name, Clark
following the suggestion Lex had given him to help him come, Clark’s face in
the throes of orgasm, Clark licking his own come off his hand…
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Lex throws his glass into the fireplace, but doesn’t even
hear it shatter. He’s much too intent on getting his pants undone and down
before he comes in them. He grabs himself by the base of his cock and squeezes
hard.
He hasn’t come in his pants since he was fifteen and he isn’t going to let it
happen now. Certainly not from just a few mental images of his underage best
friend. God! What images they were though. Clark had never been a child to him,
and never less so than earlier tonight. That was a man’s body, a man’s cock
(God, was it ever), and a man’s moans.
His thoughts make his hips rise into the grip he has on his cock. If the noise
he makes had come out of a lover’s mouth, Lex would have called it a whimper,
but Luthors don’t whimper.
He isn’t going to do this, damn it. He isn’t going to jerk off to thoughts of
his friend. He’s been trying so hard to change since coming to Smallville. This
would be wrong, so wrong. God, but it feels so right. Ruthlessly, Lex controls
his hips and doesn’t allow himself another thrust.
He can’t quite make himself let go of his cock, but his flings his other arm up
to cover his face. He huffs out a laugh at the irony of his position. This is
exactly how Clark had been laid out on his couch in the loft.
“Clark! God, Clark, why do you have to be so good, so innocent? If you’d been
bad or experienced, I could have seduced you without a qualm.”
“I don’t know. I guess I was waiting for someone. Someone that I wanted to do
bad things with…and to.”
Lex bolts upright as Clark’s voice precedes him into the room. Clark is
standing there, framed by the double doors, before he closes them behind
him. Lex hears the unmistakable sound of a lock snicking into place.
“Clark, what are you doing here?” Lex tries to surreptitiously tuck himself
back into his underwear and pull his pants up, but Clark is suddenly kneeling
by the couch with a hand on his arm stopping him.
“Don’t.”
Clark’s voice is hoarse, but it doesn’t waver and Lex wonders where this new,
confidant Clark came from, until he notices Clark’s free hand clenching at his
side, the swipe of a tongue over suddenly dry lips, and eyes that stay firmly
on his face. Lex’s world rights itself somewhat, after he notices those signs
of a Clark who isn’t as confidant as he’s trying to portray.
“Clark, I can’t do this in front of you. It’s wrong. You’re too young.”
“Why not? You watched me. You helped me.”
God! He had, and it had been…Clark had been…exquisite. “I shouldn’t have,
Clark. I’d come by to check on you, and it was a horrible invasion of your
privacy to stay and watch.” He brutally shoves the memories down that want to
surface. He knows he won’t be able to hide the affect they would have on him
from Clark. Not in his current vulnerable state anyway.
“Are you sorry?”
Damn him. “Clark, I…” He stutters to a halt because he’s not sorry, not at all,
and he’s having a hard time forming the lie with Clark kneeling by his half
naked body and staring at him with those beautiful green eyes filled with hope,
desire, and a little bit of fear.
He sees Clark swallow and moisten his lips again. “It should be an easy
question, Lex. I’m not sorry. I like the idea that you couldn’t look away. That
you liked what you saw enough to stay and watch. And then, when you helped
me! My nail just then felt soooo good, Lex. It’s just what I needed to push me
over the edge, and you did it, you gave me the push.”
It’s Lex’s turn to swallow. He can’t hide his body’s reaction now and he sees
Clark’s nostrils flare as precome wells out of the tip of his cock. Clark’s
eyes finally leave his face and glance down his body. He reaches out a hand,
but Lex grabs it, stops its journey toward his cock. It’s one of the hardest
things he’s ever done.
“No, Clark. I’m not going to cross the line that far. You’re under the age of
consent. No touching.”
Lex wishes he knew what his friend was thinking as he kneels by the couch so
comfortably. For once though, Clark’s face isn’t easily readable. It’s getting
harder and harder for Lex to keep his hips still. The urge to thrust is so
strong and just getting worse as Clark stares down at him, almost like his gaze
is a palpable touch on his body.
“You know, I didn’t realize that you’d helped me at first, not until I saw you
driving away anyway. Even then, it didn’t really sink in for a while…that you’d
helped me, I mean. I was cleaning the loft when it clicked. As soon as it did,
I was hard again.”
“Oh, fuck!” Lex's hips twitch at the idea that Clark had gotten hard again so
quickly.
“I had to sit back down on the couch and open my pants again. I started jerking
off for a second time and using your idea from the beginning. So much of that
liquid came out, Lex, just like it’s leaking out of you now. That had never
happened to me before, but I liked it. It made it so much easier from my hand
to move and for my thumb to slip over the head.”
That was it. Lex grabs his cock and starts thrusting into his hand. His whole
body shudders as he finally gives into the need that’s been hammering at him
since he’d finished climbing those stairs into Clark’s loft. “It’s called…oh,
God…its called precome, Clark. When you’re really aroused, it…oh
fuck…I…Clark! Jesus, Clark! Oh, God!”
Clark has ripped open Lex’s shirt, and he can’t be bothered to be coherent
anymore. His hips start snapping up harder, and he’s twisting his fist on the
upstroke so the sensitive underside of his cock gets the extra stimulation that
he likes. Lex makes sure that his palm covers the head of his cock at the
pinnacle of his thrust so it has a barrier to push against. He’s so close, and
it won’t take much to make him fall over the edge.
“You’re so sexy, so gorgeous, Lex. I want to touch you so bad. Let me…”
From somewhere, Lex manages to find the strength to shake his head, but that
doesn’t keep Clark from raising his hand and gliding it several inches above
Lex’s skin. In spite of the distance he maintains, Lex still feels a connection
between Clark’s hand and his body, like sparks are flying between them. Lex’s
nipples peak when he passes over them, straining upward for his touch. Just the
suggestion of that touch has Lex arching up and moaning. Lex can’t help but
wonder why he’s denying Clark…and himself…again?
“I want to watch you come, Lex. I want to see you cover your hand with it like
I did. I licked my hand clean, Lex. I’d never done that before either. I want
to taste you too, see how different your taste is from mine. Will you let me
lick your hand clean, Lex?”
It’s too much. Just the thought of Clark Kent’s luscious mouth anywhere on his
body sends Lex hurtling over the edge. Lex’s eyes roll up in his head and he
whites out.
When he comes to, it’s to the feeling of his hand being licked. Lex jerks in
surprise that Clark is actually doing it. If he hadn’t just come, he knows the
feel of Clark’s slick tongue sliding around his fingers and sucking them into
that wet heat would have him hard in an instant.
“Clark. Clark! You have to stop.”
“Don’t want to, Lex. You taste so good. Much better than me.”
“No. We can’t…I...can’t let you do this.” Lex exerts some force, and Clark
finally, reluctantly, lets go of his hand. Lex feels something twist inside of
him, but refuses to acknowledge it. And instead of basking in the afterglow for
the next half hour, which is what he really wants to do, he forces himself to
sit up and put his clothing to rights. Well…his underwear and pants anyway. His
shirt’s a lost cause.
Clark reaches out a finger, but stops just shy of touching his chest. “I know I
should apologize for ripping your shirt, Lex, but I’m not sorry. I wanted to
see more of you so much. You’re so gorgeous, Lex.”
Lex huffs out a laugh. It’s so typical of Clark to worry about something little
like that. Lex’s shirt is the last thing on his mind right now. He can’t keep a
warm glow from spreading through himself as the rest of what Clark said sinks
in though. “Don’t worry about my shirt, Clark. Really. It’s nothing.” Lex takes
a deep, fortifying breath. “You realize that…this…can’t happen again. Don’t
you?”
“What?! Lex, no! You don’t mean it, do you?”
Lex grits his teeth in the face of Clark’s distress. He’s always given Clark
everything he wants, but he can’t give in this time. He has to stay
strong. “Yes, I mean it, Clark. I was weak to let it happen at all, but I won’t
let it happen again.”
“But, Lex…”
“No, Clark. I won’t be the one responsible for corrupting you.”
“So who do you think should be the one to corrupt me then, Lex? Lana?  Chloe?
Maybe…Whitney?”
Lex tries to keep his face impassive. The thought of any of those people seeing
what he’d seen this evening, or doing what he wouldn’t allow himself to do, is
enough to make his blood boil. That isn’t…he can’t let… Lex sighs quietly in
defeat.  His father is right…he is weak. “Clark…” Lex has to stop to get his
voice under control. He’s practically growling in suppressed rage at Clark’s
suggestion, as well as in disappointment at his own lack of self-control. “You
won’t even be at the age of consent until you’re sixteen.”
Lex sees the understanding dawning in Clark’s face and curses himself for being
ten kinds of fool for letting himself be taken in by that pretty face, the
beautiful smile, the sweet personality, the… Lex forces himself to stop when he
realizes that he’s practically getting maudlin.
“So, when I’m sixteen…?”
“If you haven’t moved on by that point, Clark. Then yes, when you’re
sixteen. Just…no touching until then.” Lex knows that it’s more than likely
that Clark will develop an interest in someone else and move on soon. Teenagers
have very little staying power in Lex’s experience. He ought to know, he’d been
one of the worst culprits of moving on to greener pastures in his adolescence.
“Okay, Lex, no problem. We’ll still be friends, right? We can touch each other
as friends too, can’t we? You know, a hand on the arm, a pat on the back, that
kind of thing?”
If this had been a normal evening, Lex might have wondered about Clark’s quick
capitulation, but instead he’s too focused on everything he’s learned and
experienced in the last several hours. “We’ll always be friends, Clark. Never
worry about that. As to the other…we might want to cool it for a few weeks,
Clark. At least until the memory of this night fades some.”
“Sure, Lex. Whatever you say.”
Lex feels extremely lucky that Clark is being so reasonable about his
restrictions and time table. He knows the coming months will be hard on both of
them, because once you’ve had a taste of paradise it’s difficult to go back to
purgatory. However, Lex also knows that with everything that goes on in this
town, those months will seem to fly by.
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