Lex has never had to be careful with Clark before, but something's changed now. He knows when Clark lies and there's no deception in the gasps and flinches when his grip strays too close to the bandages around the boy's chest. A part of Lex still hadn't been certain, despite the report from the doctor at the hospital, but now he has no doubts.
No matter that Lex knows Clark survived a sixty mile an hour collision with a Porsche, right now his ribs are undoubtedly bruised and aching and somehow that makes everything more real. Driven by an odd mixture of desire and curiosity, Lex presses Clark back against his sheets and skims gentle fingers over skin marred by scratches and scrapes.
Soon, Clark is gasping for an entirely different reason as Lex follows the same path taken by his hands, this time with his lips and tongue. Then he slides lower, closing his mouth over Clark's cock and sucking firmly. When Clark responds, trying to buck up off the bed, Lex holds him down, hands grasping Clark's hips to keep him still.
It's easier to do than Lex remembers, but he doesn't question it as Clark moans his name on a stuttered breath and comes. When Lex has swallowed everything he sits back on his heels, finally releasing Clark.
Sharp blue eyes meet startled green as they both see the reddened marks on Clark's skin where Lex's hands have been; imprints that show no sign of fading.
Lex opens his mouth to ask about this new development, but closes it with an audible snap. Whatever the truth of this change, he's not sure he wants to hear it. Nor is he willing to listen to a new set of lies falling from Clark's pretty lips. The simple facts of the matter are that he's alive and Clark is lying in his bed, naked and willing. It's time to close the book on anything more.
With that decided, Lex leans down and begins a new exploration. Finally, he can leave a trace of his ownership on Clark's body and that's an opportunity Lex doesn't want to waste. He won't hurt Clark; Lex knows how to be careful.
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Re: Leech
Date: 2005-07-24 07:08 pm (UTC)No matter that Lex knows Clark survived a sixty mile an hour collision with a Porsche, right now his ribs are undoubtedly bruised and aching and somehow that makes everything more real. Driven by an odd mixture of desire and curiosity, Lex presses Clark back against his sheets and skims gentle fingers over skin marred by scratches and scrapes.
Soon, Clark is gasping for an entirely different reason as Lex follows the same path taken by his hands, this time with his lips and tongue. Then he slides lower, closing his mouth over Clark's cock and sucking firmly. When Clark responds, trying to buck up off the bed, Lex holds him down, hands grasping Clark's hips to keep him still.
It's easier to do than Lex remembers, but he doesn't question it as Clark moans his name on a stuttered breath and comes. When Lex has swallowed everything he sits back on his heels, finally releasing Clark.
Sharp blue eyes meet startled green as they both see the reddened marks on Clark's skin where Lex's hands have been; imprints that show no sign of fading.
Lex opens his mouth to ask about this new development, but closes it with an audible snap. Whatever the truth of this change, he's not sure he wants to hear it. Nor is he willing to listen to a new set of lies falling from Clark's pretty lips. The simple facts of the matter are that he's alive and Clark is lying in his bed, naked and willing. It's time to close the book on anything more.
With that decided, Lex leans down and begins a new exploration. Finally, he can leave a trace of his ownership on Clark's body and that's an opportunity Lex doesn't want to waste. He won't hurt Clark; Lex knows how to be careful.