title: a bed in a room in a house
author: jessica
mail: thegirlinglasses@illuminatedtext.com
date: december 16, 2002
notes: for erica's birthday.
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His picture was in the paper five hours after he was born. Lionel was rather disappointed, actually; they put him on page two. Alexander Joseph, born to Lionel Luthor and wife Lillian. Lex has felt someone watching him ever since.
He ignores the reporters, and leans into Clark's gaze, and he's always careful about what he does around his son. Because sometimes he forgets the reporters are there, and leans in too far.
It's morning, unnaturally bright through curtains that shouldn't be open. The bed is too small. It's lumpy; there's one right underneath, digging into his hip. The blankets are scratchy and thin. His front is cold.
But there is someone pressed against his back, wrapped around him as if willing Lex to be warm.
Lex is awake now and now he remembers. This is the Kent farmhouse; they're staying for only a weekend because school starts on Monday. This is Clark's room; the loft in the barn is serving as extra storage this week. This is Clark's bed; the same one he slept in from the time they thought he was three to the summer he was eighteen. This is Clark, behind Lex, holding him carefully, and licking his way to Lex's ear.
"No, wait, stop." Lex tries to pull away, but Clark's anticipated that and has a good hold on him. He bites down hard on the lobe of Lex's ear and it makes him yelp.
"I don't like those words," Clark says, breath on Lex's skin that warms him more than the blanket ever could.
Lex isn't fighting now. He can feel Clark's hard cock at his back, moving his hips with the pants of breath in Lex's ear. Then Clark's hand is in, under his pyjamas and he pumps Lex's cock all at the same time. Clark is wonderfully organised. Lex could never manage this kind of coordination this early in the morning without his assistant. Lex makes a sound, a giggle and a groan, as he imagines the conversation when he asks him to plan something like this. Clark's hand gets faster, he's starting to lose control and before Lex gets a chance to get his assistant out of his fantasy, they're both coming.
Lex is warm now. The lumpy mattress doesn't seem that bad anymore, but Clark pulls Lex on top of him anyway, like he knew this would be more comfortable.
"Why did you want me to stop?" asks Clark, after a moment.
"I don't know. I just had this feeling. Like someone was watching."
Lex presses his face into Clark's neck and sucks at the skin, the sweat. Lex likes that - that Clark gets flushed and sweaty, and he still blushes too, even if he'll never show a bruise.
"Well, don't worry," Clark tells him, running a hand over Lex's own flushed skin. "They're at the market."
There's a silence between the two of them as the realisation sets in. This is the Kent farmhouse and today, it's empty. Clark is hard again and Lex is getting there too. He pushes himself up, then down the bed, to rest between the legs Clark has spread for him.
"It's this bed," Clark says, lifting his hips, searching for contact, while Lex just waits. "This bed always makes you horny."
Lex is quiet, licking his lips and still waiting. He takes Clark into his mouth without another word. It's just a soft, slow sucking. It gets Clark moving. There isn't much doesn't get Clark moving. But it's the slow that's been getting Clark hardest lately.
Sex has patterns. Lex was never with anyone long enough to realise this. When you're only together for a night, an hour, you try to fit a bit of everything in.
Clark likes sex that matches his mood. He likes Lex on top when Superman has bad nights. Lex likes blowjobs in his office. By now Lex knows that he won't get anything for the week before Nicky's stays with Lois. Clark likes to save it all for the weekend. Those weekends remind Lex of when Clark was in college, when they could lock themselves in the penthouse with Chinese food and homemade porn.
They've been distracted this last month and Lex can't remember the last time they had sex. He's trying to go slow. He's drawing circles on Clark's hips with careful fingers, but all Clark's attention is on the mouth on his cock and Lex can feel him about to come. This is why they came to Smallville.
Clark likes to be on top when they have sex in the loft; and Nicky is easily occupied by the farm. Instead, they're in Clark's childhood bed, in the room next to their son with Jonathan and Martha just down the hall. It's just a guestroom now, Clark's things long moved out. But the bed is the same.
Lex has never slept with Clark in this bed. They've only ever fucked and that was only on the nights Clark's parents were gone. The house is empty again. Clark on his back and Lex feels ten years younger. Clark is making those noises that he used to be able to get with just a kiss. Lex is just getting lost in the groans when Clark goes quiet, stiff. Lex swallows him down, rides the orgasm with his hands on Clark's hips.
Lex pushes himself up from the bed, moving away from the warmth but Clark has his eyes closed, presses his head back into the pillow, and doesn't notice a thing. Lex finds lube in the bottom of their suitcase and strips the rest of his clothes off. He settles back between Clark's legs, presses a warm kiss on his still trembling stomach.
"I think this bed makes you horny too," he laughs. Clark gets a hold of his head and pulls Lex up for a kiss. "Your parents down the hall. Touching yourself under the sheets after dark. Thinking about me, Clark?"
He gets two slicked fingers inside Clark as they kiss. Clark rocks his hips down, trying to get Lex deeper. Lex doesn't make him wait. Wraps Clark's long legs around him, nudges the tight opening with the wet head of his cock.
Clark breathes his name, drawing out the single syllable with every inch Lex pushes in. The slow in and the even slower out, Lex fucks like they have all day. The market goes to three, but Nicky won't last the whole day and they're usually home by lunch. Stolen time isn't new.
Lex has him breathing in heavy pants after a few thrusts. A few more and Clark is squeezing his legs around Lex, keeping a control on his strength, but letting Lex feel the energy coursing through him. Lex gets a hold of Clark's legs, slamming harder into him. Clark takes his own straining cock with a frantic rhythm and, finally, they fall.
It will be a while before either of them move. Clark will hold him to his chest, breathing slow and using soft hands to calm Lex down. He has that feeling again; someone is watching them. But it's not through the door.
It's in the room. It's the Lex and Clark that are always here, waiting for them to come home again.