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The little beads of sweat running down Lex's face were driving Clark crazy. He wanted to lick them. Mostly to see what would happen if he did. Lex was still staying with them at the farm. He'd been there for a couple of days, and kept offering to help and Clark's dad never turned down help. Clark thought his dad was having way too much fun assigning Lex all the crappy jobs he didn't want to do himself, but instead of saying anything, Clark watched Lex throw everything he had into every single chore. In the barn, the hay was flying. Lex's gray shirt clung to him in interesting places, providing Clark with a hint of the strength that lie beneath. Lex's hands were wrapped around the handle of the pitchfork and Clark watched the muscles of his forearms move. The sleeves of Lex's shirt were pushed up around his elbows, and Clark knew he was staring, but couldn't turn away. After giving Lex his instructions, Jonathan headed into town with Martha. They both had various lists of things to do and Clark knew they wouldn't be back for hours. His father could spend the entire afternoon in the hardware section of Sears; it was like his Mecca. "I swear I know what I'm doing, Clark. You don't have to watch me," Lex called over his shoulder. He hadn't even looked! How had he known Clark was there? Clark cleared his throat and felt himself blush. "Sorry. I was just…" "I know your dad asked you to keep an eye on me. But I am pretty sure I can handle moving this hay around." Clark shook his head. "He didn't ask me to watch you." Lex raised his head and stood still. His eyes met Clark's and he gave him one of those all over looks that made Clark shiver. Clark blushed harder when he realized how completely obvious his erection was. Lex set the pitchfork down and crossed the barn floor to where Clark stood. Smiling, he asked in a low voice, "So you're doing the watching of your own accord." It was more of a statement than a question. He could barely nod. Clark let out his breath in a hiss when Lex's hand found his stomach. "You know," Lex said as his fingers trailed down, scraping a fingernail across the slight patch of skin where Clark's t-shirt had ridden up. "I bet these chores could wait a little bit." Clark nodded again. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth and he couldn't think of any words he wanted to say. And when Lex reached up and yanked his head down for a kiss, Clark could only moan. Soft, wet lips on his own, tongue thrust between his teeth and Clark pulled Lex to him. He needed more. Needed to feel as much of Lex's body as he could. And when the body in question arched against him, Clark knew there was no way he was going to be able to keep standing with that much pleasure coursing through him. He dragged his mouth away reluctantly and around panting breaths, he managed to somehow beg, "Lex…Please…Can't stand." At that moment, Lex was busy sucking a mark into Clark's neck, making him even harder, something he didn't believe was possible. Clark took a step back and found himself pinned against the wall. Oh, that was better. Grinning, Lex seemed to agree. He dropped to his knees and proceeded to open the fastenings of Clark's pants and yank them down. Lex didn't move for a second. Instead, he just stared. When he did move, it was just to snake out his tongue to wet his lips. His head felt heavy, he couldn't hold it up anymore. He faintly felt it bang against the wall behind him, but he couldn't be bothered to care. Not when Lex was sucking him. He'd imagined. He'd dreamed, but it had never even come close. It only took a few seconds before Clark was whimpering. He didn't get the words out in time to warn Lex before he was coming in his mouth. Lex didn't seem to mind. Clark felt the groan rather than heard it. Strange vibrations ran through his cock, making him shake. When he finally managed to open his eyes, Lex was sitting back on his haunches, smiling and licking his lips again. Clark felt his cock twitch entirely too soon at the sight. Standing, Lex pressed himself against Clark and kissed him again. Just fucking amazing, and Clark had to do something for Lex. Had to… "I want to fuck you," Lex whispered. His breath was hot on Clark's ear, and Clark nodded before the thought had time to process. Lex stripped his shirt off as he crossed the barn. He toed off one shoe, hopping and then the other. Pants followed, and Clark grinned as the trail of clothes led to a bunch of apple crates near the barn door. Clark's jeans were still twisted around his ankles, and somehow he managed to get them off without taking off his tennis shoes. He didn't have a lot of time to think about it because Lex crooked his finger at him and Clark immediately went to him. He didn't remember taking off his shirt, but that was gone too. Skin on skin and Lex's mouth on his again. Clark was hard again, and this had been his best idea ever. Thank God for Lucas and Lionel and whomever else had paved the way for Lex to be here now. Lex pulled away, and motioned with his hand. "Turn around." Clark did and leaned over and held onto one of the apple crates. A slight fear rippled through him, but it wasn't enough to make him stop or wait. He wanted Lex inside him, and he really didn't think it could hurt. Something slick and blunt pushed against his entrance and it wasn't pain that he felt; it was fucking wonderful. Lex's fingers. And something else, easing the push, but Clark didn't know where Lex had found lube, and soon forgot to even care. Lex kept whispering things to him about how good Clark felt and how long Lex had been waiting. "You're going to love this, Clark. You're going to feel so good." Clark whimpered. He couldn't help it, fuck it, he didn't even care. More pressure inside him and Lex was using more fingers. The thumb of the hand inside him pressed against the skin behind his balls and then Lex brushed against something inside him. It felt like an electrical charge shot through him and he cried out. He hadn't even been sure he had a prostate. The sounds of begging reached his ears and he realized it was his own voice. He didn't care. He wanted more. More of Lex, more inside him and more of that charge. He never wanted to stop. "Ready? Clark?" He moaned, "Yes." The word barely recognizable even to himself.. Lex's hands were on his hips and he felt the head of Lex's cock pushing against him. Moaning, he tried to push backwards, tried to get Lex to just fuck him already. "Please, Lex." "Yes. Fuck." Lex groaned as he pushed inside, slowly, slowly sheathing himself fully in Clark. He was still for far too long. Clark whimpered and reached with one hand to pull on Lex's hip. "Fuck me," he demanded. "Clark," Lex moaned and started to thrust. The electric feeling shot up Clark's spine, and pooled in his belly. Lex slid in and out of him, grunting and breathing heavily as he did. So many sensations at one time, and Clark didn't know what to feel first. He bent low over the crates on his elbows, arching his back further, changing the angle and Lex brushed over that spot with every thrust. Lex's hand found its way to Clark's cock. Gasping, Clark couldn't believe how good it felt. "Lex," Clark chanted, the only word that he could think of. Harder and harder, every thrust inside of him was accompanied by a twist of Lex's hand. Clark was so close; he knew there was no way he could hold back. Too good, too fucking good for him to even want to. Clark finally came on one of Lex's thrusts inside. His thumb managed to swipe across the head of Clark's cock and that had pushed him over. All of his muscles clenched and he could hear Lex shouting behind him. His name from Lex's lips was too much. He trembled as he felt Lex come. Several minutes or hours later -- Clark didn't know -- he felt a breeze brush past him, ruffling his hair and he realized where they were. He tried to move, but Lex was draped across his back, still inside of him. "Lex," he whispered. "I know. We have to move." Clark nodded. "Yeah. We should shower. And then I have to help you with the hay so it's done." Lex shifted, his softening cock slipping out as he stood. "Mmmm… yeah. I forgot all about the chores." Grinning, Clark nodded. "Some chores are more fun than others." He started gathering their clothes as Lex trailed after him. "How much time do we have before your parents get home?" Clark shrugged. "Probably a couple more hours." "Good. Because showering with you might just make us messier." "With me?" "Oh, yeah." Lex grinned at him. "I need someone to wash my back." Clark figured he could live with that. |
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