Summary: They really should've discussed this beforehand…
A/N: Set somewhere late Season 1/early Season 2.
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Clark groaned and arched his back; Lex gripped a pair of long, tanned legs firmly, holding them apart so that his own body fit in between perfectly. A low moan rumbled up from Clark’s chest and Lex knew that anymore teasing would push him over the precipice of pleasure and into territory that was just plain annoying. And painful.
“Lex, please…”
Music to his ears.
“Yeah, Clark. Yeah.”
“I want to-- I want you to-- Do it. Do it, Lex.”
Oh, fuck, Clark. Yes.
Lex was so close. Poised, ready, hovering over Clark’s opening.
“You want me to fuck you, Clark?”
“God, Lex! Yes!”
Lex smirked, ignoring the bead of sweat that trickled down the bridge of his nose and fell onto Clark’s chest. He moved forward as if in slow motion. He’d waited so long -- so fucking long -- for this moment, and he was going to fucking enjoy it, damn it!
Clark rocked his hips impatiently and Lex chuckled softly. Deeply.
This had been well worth the wait.
Remembrance hit Lex like a jolt of electricity and he drew back suddenly to reach across to the bedside cabinet.
“Come on, Lex! It’s not funny anymo--” Clark stopped when he saw that this wasn’t part of the tease.
Lex opened the top drawer and strained to make out what he was looking for, his sight hindered by the faint light of the rapidly setting sun. He reached inside and drew out the packet of condoms that he’d had for months. It was, embarrassingly, unopened.
“What are you doing?” Clark asked as Lex ripped the packet open with his mouth.
“I’d hope,” Lex spit out a piece of cardboard across the room, “that you’d have some kind of idea by now. Did the kissing and blowjobs not clarify things?”
“Ha-ha.” Clark was not amused. “Hilarious, Lex. You should do stand-up.” Lex smirked, his teeth glinting in the dim greyness of the room, and Clark sighed. “I meant, what’s up with the…you know, the condoms?”
Lex stared at him for a long, long moment.
“Clark…you are fifteen, aren’t you?”
“Yes…” Clark answered, sounding wary.
“Huh. I thought that school would’ve started teaching you Sex Ed by now.” Lex was still smirking.
“They have-- Lex! I know what condoms are, I-- I just don’t see why we have to--”
“It’s called safe sex, Clark.” Lex sighed, and his smirk smoothed into something less harsh. “I haven’t always practiced it, but we are using protection.”
Clark’s brow was still furrowed. Lex didn’t see what the cause of the confusion was. Or why the mood in the room had just completely shattered.
“But…I thought…you get regular tests…for that kind of thing, don’t you?” Clark blushed as he said it.
Lex frowned, wondering how Clark knew that, until he cast his memory back a few months to the time of Victoria. Clark had been blushing then, too, as he asked Lex if he was sure it was a good idea to sleep with such a shameless slut. Okay, so Clark hadn’t put it like that, but Lex had heard what was left unspoken clearly enough.
“You’re…you know…clean, right?” Clark asked, tilting his head like a puzzled puppy.
“Well, Clark, I’m pretty sure I’m fine. But I haven’t had the results from my latest test back yet. So, there are no certainties.”
Lex saw him stiffen -- in entirely the wrong way -- and fixed his eyes on Clark’s nose, because he was not going to let Clark get him with that look. That thing he did with his eyes, making them go all wide and hurt and-- Goddamn, he wasn’t going to get Lex with that! Again.
“You mean you’ve-- but-- when? You haven’t been with any girl in ages. I know. I would’ve seen her. You would’ve told me.”
“Clark, what do you think I do in my weekends in Metropolis?”
“Oh my god! I thought you went there on business!”
And could he be any more The Jilted Lover?
“Clark, I do. But how do you think I entertain myself when I’m not in meetings?”
He looked devastated. Betrayed. Heartbroken?
Lex felt terrible.
Way to be sensitive to his feelings, asshole!
After all, it must be hard for Clark to hear about Lex’s previous “relationships”. …Of course…Lex himself had had to deal with a lot more Lana-pining in the course of their friendship. And it wasn’t as if he had betrayed Clark, really. He hadn’t told him of the things that happened on his visits to Metropolis, but then, he had no obligation to. It wasn’t his style to fuck and tell.
In fact, why would he have told Clark? They weren’t boyfriends. Hell, they hadn’t been much more than awkward friends until an hour or so ago! What…what right did Clark have to--
“You have no right, Clark!”
“What?”
“You have no right to make me feel guilty about this. You have no right to feel jealous. Let’s not forget that, until tonight, it was you running away from every one of my advances.”
It was Clark’s turn to step up to the pedestal of guilt.
“I was scared of what I wanted,” he admitted, looking down at the crumpled bedspread, “But I’m not scared now. I’ve…I’ve come to terms with it.”
“You’ve come to terms with it? That’s great, Clark. Just what every guy wants to hear in bed.”
Clark clutched his fingers around the smooth, silky material beneath him and looked up into Lex’s cold eyes.
“Damn. Lex. Can we just…can we just rewind a little here?” He chuckled nervously. “Like, go back a few minutes to where you had your fingers…”
“Up your ass?” The faint smirk returned.
Clark nodded, his face flushed in embarrassment once again, but he was smiling.
So, Lex obliged.
Two fingers slid into the tight heat with hardly any protest.
“Yes, you seemed to like that.” Lex twisted them gently, the feeling of that hot pressure shooting straight up his arm and down to his dick.
Clark sighed, as if the absence of those fingers in the past few minutes of bickering had truly affected him. “I do, Lex.” He wiggled against them, forcing them in deeper.
After a pleasant while of re-preparation, Lex reached out for the condoms again.
“Lex!” Angry.
“Am I missing something?” Lex asked, highly annoyed now. “Is there a reason for this severe aversion to condoms you seem to have, Clark? Hm?”
“I just…they’re so…unromantic.”
Lex dropped the packet to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“Clark, I am not going to back down on this issue. I am not compromising your safety just because of some ridiculous notion you have about condoms lessening the experience.”
“Why is it so ridiculous to want nothing between us?” Clark challenged, hurt once again, but apparently prepared to fight his case. “God, Lex! In all the fantasies you’ve ever had about me, was there a condom anywhere in them?”
“You think I’ve had fantasies about you? How terribly modest, Clark.”
The one with the bet and you bent over the pool table. The one where we’re in your barn with your parents just outside. The one with us at a restaurant in Metropolis, making you come in your pants with just my foot beneath the table. No, Clark. None of them involved condoms.
Oh, Jesus. The Look.
That infuriating, knowing look.
Lex tipped his head slightly in acceptance of that one, tiny defeat.
“You think I want this piece of latex between us?” Lex reached out to trace Clark’s cheeks with his thumb and smiled when Clark leant into the gentle touch. “It’s just for now. As soon as I get my results back, we can discuss other options.”
Clark jerked his head back. Lex barely managed to prevent himself from rolling his eyes. Apparently his “subtle”, deliberate wording wasn’t as imperceptible as he’d intended.
“Discuss? Yeah, but you’ll still end up saying the wrong thing.”
“That I don’t want to harm you? You’d think anyone else would be grateful.”
“But I’m not just anyone else!”
“Ah, there’s some more of that modesty shining through there, Clark.” Because sarcasm was easier to convey than wholehearted agreement, in this situation.
The faint glow in Clark’s cheeks exploded, flaring out across his face.
“Oh…you know what I mean!” he mumbled, flustered and embarrassed.
Lex did.
He had wanted Clark for a very long time. Many months longer than he had ever thought on anyone else. Lex wasn’t sure exactly what it was about this boy that had bewitched him so, but mused that it was probably a mixture of Clark’s purity, loyalty and, of course, beauty. Not to mention that this was the first time that Lex had ever found himself wanting something -- anything -- that was beyond his reach. It called to the competitive streak in Lex.
And finally, finally, Clark had accepted that this…something…between them, and realised that it had to be addressed.
He’d dropped around the mansion wanting to talk. A little over two hours, a long conversation, a couple of confessions, and here they were. In bed. Horny. On the brink of consummating the something they had both accepted was there. …And now Clark was deciding to be difficult.
Lex scoffed to himself.
Teenagers.
Oh, shit. Teenager.
Clark was just a kid, for Christ’s sake…
“Come on.” Lex knew he was speaking a little too harshly, but the moment he had been dreaming about for months was turning sour and this disappointment was not sitting well with him. “Either we do this with protection or not at all.”
There was a short, exasperated howl from Clark before he turned a burning glare onto Lex.
“Fine.” He huffed, sulking.
Lex soothed him with kisses, until Clark melted into his arms and began to moan and mutter, not even noticing when Lex applied the condom to his own dick, whilst squeezing Clark’s gently.
In no time at all, Clark was arching against those two talented fingers once again.
“Oh! Lex, please! More!”
“More?” Lex drew his fingers out and inspected the width of three fingers together.
Too much.
He reached across to the bedside cabinet again to retrieve a small tube. However, before he could apply the contents, Clark had snatched it out of his hands and hurled it across the room.
“Clark!”
“No, Lex.” Clark said firmly, taking Lex’s hand and trying to push his fingers back inside himself. “None of that. Just fuck me.”
“Clark, we can’t do this without lubrication. Any more than two fingers-- it’ll be too much.”
“No, it won’t. It won’t. Please.”
Lex’s nerves were fraying at the edges. Shit. Clark couldn’t do this to him! Did he know how hard it was to maintain this control with him begging him to lose it? When he absolutely could not afford to lose it. Clark was young and didn’t understand the mechanics of lovema-- of sex.
“Clark, three fingers. It’s too much. I can’t use three fingers without some sort of--”
“I don’t want your fingers!” Clark, who still had Lex’s hand in his own, threw it down and was practically seething with frustration. “I want you to fuck me!”
“Well, then you’d better stop throwing that little temper tantrum and go and pick the lube up off the floor.” Lex tried to sound stern, but it was hard to treat the guy he wanted to fuck into the mattress like a little child. It put bad images in Lex’s head, images that made his arousal lose its fire and that was not good.
Clark frowned. He didn’t appreciate being treated like a little kid.
“This isn’t fair! We’re doing everything your way!”
“What?”
“You wanted the lights off, so we’re doing this in the dark. You want to use one of those horrible things, we’re using one. Now, you want to use that, and-- it’s just not fair.”
“You wanted the lights on?”
“Yeah.”
“But…why?”
“So I can see you.”
Oh.
Clark smiled and reached out to fondle Lex back into full arousal.
“Why is this such a big deal to you, Clark?” Lex asked, truly perplexed.
“Because,” Clark shrugged self-consciously, lying stretched out on his back, legs parted wide, hard dick stretching up against his belly, somehow managing to look innocent and smouldering at the same time, “I want to feel it.”
The shiver started in Lex’s cock and spread out through his body.
“Jesus, Clark. You want it to hurt?”
Clark shook his head, now stroking Lex’s erection almost absently, as he stared off into a corner of the room.
“Not hurt. You wouldn’t hurt me, Lex.”
“Believe me, it would hurt. It--”
But Clark didn’t seem to be listening to this reasoning. He now had firm hold of Lex’s cock and was drawing it closer and closer…
“Clark…” Lex breathed weakly, wishing he were stronger.
And then he was poised at Clark’s opening once again, head of his erection pressing against that tight ring of muscle.
Oh God. So tight. I can’t…I can’t let myself do this.
“Clark--”
“Shh, Lex. It’s okay.”
“But, I--”
“Lex, you can’t hurt me.” There was something in Clark’s voice that made Lex meet his eyes. “You understand? You can’t hurt me.”
Clark was telling him something. Something more than what was just there on the surface.
“I-- I understand, Clark.”
He didn’t. Not yet. But he trusted. Trusted Clark.
Clark, the young boy whose eyes were wide and bright as a rabbit’s, who licked his lips and broke out in a grin when he caught Lex following the movement with his eyes. Lex trusted.