title: on top
author: jessica
mail: thegirlinglasses@illuminatedtext.com
date: march 24, 2003
notes: erica: the only details I can give you is a. making out and b. amorous initiating clark.
erica: Otherwise, I am blank porn prompt wise.
jess: so, i could set it on a spaceship and you'd be happy?
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Clark was on top. That didn't always mean anything. Sometimes it only meant that Lex had already been on the couch when Clark got there. With his tie pulled away from his neck, the Sunday paper, and a glass of scotch, Lex looked like he was waiting for a board meeting, not Clark. No wonder people looked at them funny when they found out Clark and Lex were together. Lex in tailored shirts, and Clark in ripped jeans, their clothes never matched. Clark wanted to rip them off, so people could see how well they matched underneath.
He threw off his jacket and kicked off his shoes, before stepping in front of Lex. Looking up from his paper, Lex smiled immediately.
"What can I do for you, Clark?" he asked casually.
"You could have sex with me."
Laughing, Lex put his paper aside, and leaned toward Clark to set his glass on the table behind him. He pressed his nose to the bulge under Clark's jeans, then moved back against the couch.
"Sure."
Clark hadn't actually been waiting for an answer, and Lex knew that, but it wasn't until he heard Lex speak that he realised how long he had been standing there. He stepped forward and knelt in Lex's lap, unbuttoning his shirt slower than he thought possible. Clark had run all the way to the mansion, but that wasn't why he was breathing heavily. It didn't explain why he was nervous either.
"Clark." Lex's voice cut through the fog. "Forget the shirt."
Clark nodded, but then he was stuck. Lex's hands stroked his thighs through the jeans, waiting, while Clark tried to work out his next move.
"Where did all those plans go, Clark? The ones I saw in your eyes just now?"
Maybe Lex wanted a blowjob. Maybe he wanted Clark to fuck him. Clark was staring at Lex, studying his eyes, his mouth, even the way his eyebrows moved, trying to figure out what Lex wanted, then Clark decided to figure out what he wanted instead.
When Lex leaned in for a kiss, Clark beat him there. He pressed Lex into the couch with his lips, body following close behind. Pushing up onto his knees, Clark rubbed his cock on Lex's chest. He fit perfectly into the groove of the bone there.
They kept kissing, Clark dipping down to catch Lex's lips and pulling away in a tease. He did it again and again, matching the movements of his hips. Each kiss lasted only a second. Before Lex could catch Clark's lips and tongue, they were gone.
It didn't take much for Lex to tear his hands away from Clark's ass and dig through his hair. Yanking on the thick curls, Lex held him in place, and thrust his tongue deep into Clark's mouth on his. Then Clark stiffened, eyes closed and mouth fallen open and he came. He breathed a sigh and sank back into Lex's lap.
"Now I can just kiss you."
Clark melted against Lex. Wrapping his long arms around his neck, Clark kissed Lex's shoulder, jaw, and chin, before taking his mouth and *really* kissing him this time. Their kisses were always good, the ones that said goodbye and the ones that said sex. Clark found all the soft spots in Lex's mouth, and tongued them, sparking a surge of tingling electricity.
Lex groaned deep in his throat, and moved their bodies together, like their lips. Clark could feel Lex hard under the layers of clothing. But there was no rush. It was lazy, like the comedown from Clark's rush of speed that brought him there. He drew lines on Lex's neck, then wiped them away with his tongue. Hands sneaking up and under Clark's t-shirt, Lex drew his own patterns on Clark's skin.
Clark pressed his face into Lex's neck, moaned vibrations against Lex's skin. "You want to come?" Clark asked, a whisper under the pounding of their hearts.
"No." Lex bit his way up to Clark's ear, tracing the ridges with the tip of his tongue.
Clark laughed and pulled his head up with a wide grin for Lex. "Liar."
He pushed Clark away and pulled off his shirt. Played with Clark's nipples and watched goosebumps raise on the flushed skin. "Well, not just yet," Lex said, and rubbed the tiny bumps under his tongue, working his way over to take Clark's nipple in his teeth.
Clark pulled away with strained gasp. Sitting back on his heels, he dragged Lex up by his tie and kissed him. All the urgency and speed surging back. It happened fast like that. Clark was on top, but with Lex, he wasn't always in control.