Deep Throat

by Te


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Deep Throat
by Te
April 2002

Disclaimers: If they were mine, I'd put some nice carpeting in the loft.

Spoilers: Not a one.

Summary: Clark's got it all worked out. Really.

Ratings Note: NC-17.

Author's Note: Jenn said I should be writing. Jenn said there should be porn, porn, a lot of porn, Clark talking dirty, porn, leather, Porsche musings and porn. I aim to please. More x-title fun! Okay, so I wrote this and then just stole the title. Still... when it works, it works.

Acknowledgments: To my beautiful We, from whom all doggerel flows. To Jenn and Liv for audiencing. To Miz E for being cool beyond all measure. To the Spike for the best line in here.

Feedback is good for you, for me, and the whole silly world. Just trust me. thete1@earthlink.net

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"I want to suck you," Clark says in his lowest, huskiest voice.

Or tries to. It comes out a little broken, a little desperate. More than a little, if he's being honest about it. Tries again.

"I want... God, I want to suck you so bad, Lex. Feel you... feel you..." Loses the thread and bites his lip. This isn't how he wants it to go. It has to be... better than this. Sound better. Something.

Clark takes a deep breath, braces himself on one hand on the couch. His other hand traces the space where Lex would be -- will be -- if he can just... get up the nerve. Laughs a little and he can feel himself sweating. Already hard. Fuck. Try again.

"Lex... can I -- no. Lex. Let me suck you. Please. Do you want me to beg?"

His free hand ghosts over the empty space where he wants Lex's face to be, but he can't put an expression to it. Would he be as turned on as Clark is? Mouth open, face flushed?

Or would he just smile? Lay back and wait...

"Please, Lex. I want it so bad. I think... I think I need it."

Need what, Clark? And he can almost -- almost -- hear him saying it. Because he would. Lex would tease. Lex would... oh, he'd make Clark say it all. Spell it out.

"I need you in me. In my mouth. In my. My ass." Blushes hard but doesn't stop. Hips rocking forward now, against nothing but the teasingly heavy air. Storm coming. "Oh God. Would you do it, Lex? Would you fuck me?"

More blankness. He wants to believe Lex would just... grab him and... do, God, everything at that point, but... he doesn't know.

Lex is experienced. Lex has probably done everything there is to do at least twice, with people who knew what they were doing (Victoria. Bitch.), even when it came to something like begging. Or... or. He doesn't know. More. Have more ready. Has to be able to say this.

If there's anything he's learned in the past few months, it's that kisses don't lead anywhere. Not without help.

"I... I dream about you," he says, wondering if he should duck his eyes when he says that. If he needs to, and what it means if he doesn't. Shakes it off and stares down into the Lex-space desperately and... there.

What do you dream, Lex would say. Slow. Lazy. Maybe a little fascinated.

"It's just the two of us, and most of the time I'm just watching... us. On the bed. Or the floor. It's... God, it's frustrating..." Hopeful look. He can do that.

I can imagine...

"Can you? Do you know what it's like? Close enough to touch, to... to touch and I have no body and you're... God, you're touching me." Wait for it. Wait.

You'll have to be more specific than that, Clark, the Lex-space whispers, and Clark smiles, presses a ghost palm against his crotch. Just a cushion of air between his hand and his needy cock, and Clark... gestures. Urges it back between. There, Clark?

"Y-yeah. You... you have your fingers inside me..." Gasps at the solid little sound of sweat falling from his brow to the couch. Oh, Christ. He can't wait for this to be over, for Lex to be here, for the... practice to be over. Good enough. Has to be good enough, and then he can touch himself. "You get me all stretched out. Open." And he'd do it, then, wouldn't he? At least one finger... "Yeah... yeah, like that. Lex --"

"Clark? Are you okay up there?"

Clark decides he deserves about fifty thousand points for not falling off the couch, but his cock is throbbing, he's pitched the world's dirtiest pup tent in his jeans, and God knows what he looks like and. Oh, shit. Someone down there.

Right. Not just the disembodied voice of his doom. Clark does his best to try to figure out whose voice it was. Male. "Uh... yeah... Dad?"

Low chuckle. "Not quite..."

Oh. Fuck. Lex! He's not ready! Or... he is, but... fuck. Footfall on the ladder.

"Clark? Are you sure you're okay? You sound a little... out of it..."

Clark untucks his flannel and tries to get it to stretch a little lower. Rips it at the seam. FUCK. "Um. Uh. I..." And really, the intelligent thing to say would be something about homework, or having a cold, or... fuck. Dead relative? Clark chokes on a laugh and Lex is on his way up here.

Lex could be on the couch in minutes. Less than that. Oh God. Brain. His brain is... nowhere important.

And Lex is there. Leaning against the wall, looking amused as he flicks a glance over the entire loft. Something like being in military school, Clark thinks. He feels... inspected.

Book. He should be holding a book. Too late now. Edges back into the shadows a little bit. "Um. Hi." Winces internally.

"Clark..." Slow, casual look around, as if he hadn't already catalogued everything there was to see. "What's up?"

Don't laugh. Do not laugh. "Oh. Um. Nothing much." And oh Christ, it's the leather jacket. The one that practically screams 'I'm expensive, but I might let you touch me anyway.' The one Clark wants to be tighter. Or... off. "I... how are you?"

Twist of something vaguely smile-like. "*I'm* fine, but... Clark. Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't this friendship thing supposed to involve talking about things if something's wrong?"

"Uh... hunh?"

"Does the word 'tharn' mean anything to you? You're looking at me like I'm about to give you a pop quiz in theoretical physics." And Lex is walking closer.

Closer. It's a good word. A very good word. Lex is saying things, or he was, but none of that is nearly as important as the proximity thing. Clark swallows hard, takes a deep breath. Leather. Jesus.

And he'd think that spending a large amount of his life around cows would get him used to the smell of leather, but... no. Not on Lex. Touching Lex.

Or... not directly.

But also yes directly. The back of his neck. A little bit of his throat.

"... wrong?"

Snaps back to attention and Lex is looking... worried. And that's a thought Clark can hold on to for only as long it takes for the tip of Lex's pink, pink tongue to peek out and sweep over his upper lip and Clark groans helplessly.

And that's it, game over. Clark has just enough time to wonder if 'dick too hard, no brain' is a viable excuse before Lex is touching him. One hand on his shoulder, the other plucking at the split sideseam of his Clark's flannel and oh God under. Just a t-shirt separating Lex's hand from Clark's skin and he shudders hard.

"Jesus, Clark, what is it? What happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, I... um." He's reasonably sure this is going to be really funny. Any minute now. Really. Just as soon as he figures out how to connect this moment with Lex actually touching him to all of those helpful scenarios he's been planning.

Lex's brow knits. "You... you really have to help me out here. Tell me what it is, what I can do." And Lex's voice is so soft. Sincere in a way he'd pay to get his father to hear. Only. "Tell me what you need."

Only maybe not that part, because. Heh. Segues are nice. "I need to suck your cock right now." And he'd be really proud of getting that out if he, well, actually had. Everything after 'I' was pretty much fervent air.

And Lex moves closer. "Clark?"

"Oh God." His knees are too weak to keep him upright and Clark doesn't bother to try. Hits the floor with an oddly satisfying thump and oh. Yes. Much better.

"Jesus, Clark!"

Looks up into Lex's eyes, catching shock, confusion, worry, and just the quickest flash of something a little darker. Better. Clark smiles. "I need to suck your cock." And, okay, so that comes out a little closer to amiable conversation than to dirty porn, but the look on Lex's face...

"What?"

Clark notes that his hands don't tremble at all at Lex's belt. "I said; I need to suck your cock. Now. Right now. Let me?"

"Oh God... are you... what happened?"

"I was poisoned, Lex. Semen is the only antidote."

"WHAT!?"

Clark smiles as sweetly as he can, undoing Lex's belt with slow, careful touches. Looks up. "Not really."

Lex chokes on a laugh and grabs Clark's hands. "Listen. You. Clark. We can't --"

Clark rips the belt from the loops and shakes Lex's hands off as gently as he can. "Do you want me to beg? I've been practicing."

"Practicing?"

Clark pushes his face against the fine wool of Lex's pants. Breathes in sex and the good, male smell that's made him wish Lex didn't have so many personal space issues for a long time. "I..." Where was he? Oh. "Yeah." Breathes deep and it just makes it easier. Better. Looks up again. "Please, Lex. Let me suck you. I need you in my mouth. I need you hard on my tongue --"

Lex goes rigid, head thrown back and God, so fucking sexy. He should say that, too.

"You're so sexy, Lex. Please. I want to suck you so bad..."

Lex's hands snap closed into fists and it drives a spike of fear deeper than anything else. Nothing that could make his brain function in any rational way, but it's... God. The realization. The truth of this. That everything he's saying is nothing but real, and that he might do anything to get it.

"Lex... Lex, please." Look at me, he can't bring himself to say, and funny how there's a difference between real begging and begging for real -- and Lex takes a shuddery breath of his own. Looks down.

Eyes nothing but black surrounded by a razor thin sliver of grey-blue and Clark hears himself groan.

"Please."

Lex's hand in his hair and something about the drag of it... just connected to his whole body. Weighing Clark's eyelids down, making him try to crouch lower and push against the hand at the same time. Making his cock ache. Mouth open and panting for it.

"Lex, let me. I've been... oh I've been picturing it. Dreaming. Fantasizing." Can't drag his eyes away from the bulge in Lex's pants. Licks his lips and Lex tugs his hair in an almost convulsive movement. Clark tries to move in closer, but Lex holds him still.

"What do you dream?"

It makes his heart thud painfully and Clark hears himself make a noise like a whine high in his throat. "Oh God. Oh fuck --"

Lex's breath hisses, and he's nothing like lazy, nothing like relaxed. Wants this. Wants Clark, and also wants to know.

Clark can't even focus. Everything is scent. Feeling. Sound of his blood rushing through his veins and oh God, oh God...

"Tell me."

"I-I'm watching. I'm watching us. You're... we're on your bed, but I can't feel you, I can only. See."

Lex's free hand on his mouth, something between a caress and a push. Clark opens his mouth for Lex's fingers and earns a slow, salty stroke to his tongue. Not enough time to suck. "What do you see, Clark?" Lex's voice so low. So rough. Used.

"You..." And words are getting lost again. Not as important as... God. Wants to just show Lex. Already on his knees. Not so far from the floor... no. That was the whole point of... well, not the whole point. Has to focus. "You. You pushed my thighs apart..."

"Oh, Clark..."

"I was ah. I was moving into it. Trying to make you go faster. And then you put your fingers inside me --"

"Fuck." Another tug on Clark's hair.

"Yeah... I watch you fuck me, Lex, and you do it so hard --"

"Clark..." More a breath than a word, and Lex is undoing his fly one-handed, opening himself, God, opening and his cock is right there. Hard and leaking. Wet and slick at the tip and Clark can't tear his eyes away.

Pulls against Lex's hold on him.

"You want me to fuck your mouth?"

"Yes."

"I... oh Christ." And Lex takes his cock by the root and guides it into Clark's mouth.

Whining again, breathing fast and harsh through his nose and oh. Heavy weight of it on his lip, his tongue, and Clark covers his teeth carefully. Can't believe this, can't think, can't do anything but. Take it.

Looks up at Lex and he wants to know what's on his face, because whatever it is makes Lex's knees buckle. Clark catches him, holds him up, and yes. God. Lex's free hand on his shoulder and he's still pushing his cock in.

Long. Thick. So good. God, drooling. Clark swallows, messy and wet and Lex's fist is right there. Clark licks at it, urging, urging, and Lex lets go.

"Oh, Clark. That's it. Swallow me. Swallow my cock..." Breathless command.

Moans thickly around Lex's cock and there's nothing to do but obey. Lift shaking hands to Lex's slim hips and there's a flashing moment of too much. Too good, too much input, the subtle curves of bone and muscle under his palms, rich fabric, and Clark swallows Lex down.

Pushes his face against the blindingly smooth and hairless mound and it's so good he wants to cry.

Yell. Beg. Something.

Lex still has one hand in his hair, but it's softer now. Caressing. Lex half-hunched over and starting to pump, so slowly. Being careful with him, and the thought makes Clark moan again and Lex is shaking with it.

Clark wants to look a question into Lex's eyes, wants to know that this is good, good to Lex. For Lex.

Needs this.

Sucks as hard as he dares, swallowing and swallowing and he can feel spit ribboning down his chin to patter on his shirt and Lex gasps aloud. One short, sharp thrust and Clark is leaking pre-come, Jesus, practically jetting it. His shorts are damp, clinging to his skin, chafing. So sensitive.

Not pain, but something just as maddening.

Reaches down to free himself and Lex is pumping steadily now, longer strokes, still slow but they steal Clark's thoughts, every small ambition. There's nothing but this. One strong hand cupping his shoulder, the other stroking and rubbing his head like Clark's the best pet in the world and. Lex's cock. Solid and real and better than every fantasy.

Hot with blood and opening him.

Lex's voice, breaking on sentence fragments and gasps.

"You're... so good, Clark. Your mouth..."

Clark groans, aloud, hoping for more. Needs to hear this.

"Tight. Ah -- suck it. Use... use your tongue... yeah. Like that. Just like --"

Clark licks a stripe over the head of Lex's cock when he pulls out again, getting a little tangled on himself with the next thrust. Grunts and Lex is right there, stroking his cheek.

"Easy... God, easy..."

And he doesn't want easy.

Sucks a little harder and strokes Lex's hip, squeezes and pulls.

"Fuck, Clark, is this... I don't want to hurt you..."

And he'd never thought of confessing his secrets as a way to get better sex before, but... Swallows back laughter and Lex is shaking again, trying to hold on. Trying to keep control. For the best possible reasons, but it makes Clark want to growl.

Pulls back against the hand on his head, until just the tip of Lex's cock is between his lips.

"Oh. Jesus... Jesus fuck --"

Pulls off with a wet pop he knows will make him blush sometime when there's time for it. When Lex isn't looking so stunned.

"What... do you need to stop?"

Wants to laugh at the panic in Lex's eyes, because it's... sweet. Lex trying to take care of him. Clark licks his lips and flicks a glance back to Lex's cock. Dark with blood and slick with spit and pre-come. "No. I need you to fuck my mouth."

"Christ --"

"Please, Lex --"

And Lex has both hands on his head, thumbs pressing at the hinges of Clark's jaw and oh God open. Lex drives in hard and Clark has just enough time to swallow before Lex is pulling out and then. In. "You think you know what I'm going to do to you..."

In.

"You... fuck, yeah, suck it. Suck me. You have no idea." Little hip twist and Clark moans.

In.

"Fuck you so hard..."

In. Faster, harder. In.

"You feel so good, you're perfect, God, you're fucking perfect --"

Lips something like raw, or maybe this is numb, and Clark fumbles at his fly, thrusting at the barest touch of his own hands and Lex is staring down at him almost angrily. Fucking him.

"You're hard for me."

Yes...

"You like this. You like me fucking your... God, your pretty mouth." Lex squeezes his eyes shut, obviously trying to control his hips, but the rhythm's gone ragged. Harsh and real.

Clark's hands are shaking, whole body shaking with it. Sex so pure and raw it made everything he fantasized about stupid, useless. Even though he was getting it. Presses his tongue up hard against the underside of Lex's cock and holds it still, feels the rub and chafe of it and aches at the sight of Lex biting his lip.

More when he stops. "Oh God, Clark --"

Thrust and wet. Hot and wet and slick-salty and Lex is coming down his throat, in his mouth when Clark momentarily forgets how to swallow and he's holding Clark's head so still.

"Ah -- ah God --"

Gasping breathy screams and Clark is choking, coughing, sucking again before he can remember how to swallow, wants to milk Lex for this, take everything, everything, and comes close to hating himself for every drop that spills down his chin.

Instinct finally kicks in and Clark swallows and swallows, whimpering helplessly when Lex pushes him off. Falls back on his heels and moves much too fast to catch Lex before he hits the hard floor.

But Lex is... God, gone. Heavy-lidded eyes and it sounds like he can barely remember how to breathe. Loose-limbed, pliant in Clark's arms and Clark is too hard to wait.

Lays Lex down gently, stripping off his flannel and t-shirt as carefully as he can. Lifts Lex's head and places the bundled fabric beneath and just.

Touches.

Runs his hands over sleek leather and feels like something animal. Has to bury his face against it, breathe it in and nuzzle and fuck, he's humping Lex's leg and even feeling like a complete jackass is barely enough to make him stop.

Pulls back, bracing himself on one arm. Searches Lex's face and finds... a smile. That smile. The one he's been wanting so fucking badly. Lazy and satisfied and sure. Open.

"Clark..." Lex lifts one arm and lets it thump back to the floor. "Clark, I think you broke me."

Can't hold in a grin and eases closer. That mouth...

And then Lex pushes a knee up, God, just hard enough and Clark chokes on a groan.

"Lex --"

"Mm. Yeah. Come here --" Lex is up, hauling Clark closer, squeezing and petting too randomly, too lightly.

"God. God, Lex, I need to come..."

"Shh... I know. Yeah. Straddle my chest..."

Hand on Clark's cock through the jeans and Clark collapses, catching himself on his elbows and Lex. Oh, Lex is opening his jeans. Those hands on him, so strong, so clever --

"Oh, you're so hard..." Amusement and wonder in Lex's voice. "Won't take much, will it?" Sharp squeeze and Clark pumps his hips helplessly.

"Please..."

"Shh. You don't have to beg, I've got you."

And... heat.

Wet tight oh fuck oh God in Lex's mouth. Hadn't gotten that far, not in the best fantasies. God, this was supposed to be what he gives to Lex but... "Lex --"

Rumbling moan and Clark clenches his fists, bites his lips and just... shakes.

So hot, so much. Lex sucking him and his tongue and his mouth, oh his mouth -- "Oh God!"

Knows he's being loud and he can't do anything about, thinks he'll start screaming before too long and Lex's hands are pushing his jeans down, his shorts down. Holding his ass and. Pulling.

Urging.

Hears something like a strangled curse come out of his mouth and he can't resist this, falling into Lex's mouth, falling (so wet) and begging and there's a finger sliding between his cheeks and Clark thinks he might be sobbing.

One finger circling his hole and he can't hold back, pushes in deep, so deep, and Lex just... oh God, opens like liquid, like taking Clark's cock is something easy enough for instinct, something both desired and right.

Thrusts in and Lex thrusts in and Clark bites his fist to keep from screaming. So good, so incredibly good and Lex... oh Lex has him. Can't give this up for anything, can't breathe, can't think. Nothing left but his body. (You think you know what I'm going to do to you...)

Hits him like a two-by-four to the spine, like a vast, silent explosion just behind his thighs and a much cruder one to his balls and Clark just... pumps. Emptying himself down Lex's welcoming throat and biting his fist hard enough to draw blood.

Lex pulls his finger out slowly, crooking it once and making Clark jerk. Clark doesn't so much move away as fall vaguely to the side. On Lex's arm.

"Ow."

"Nglurgh."

Lex chuckles softly. "I'll take that as an apology and compliment on my fellatio skills."

"You... do that." Clark is still trying to remember how to see.

Another laugh and Lex shifts beside him. Warm, heavy hand on his chest and Clark wants to hold it there.

Just as soon as he can move.

Slow, gentling stroke. "So before I came up you were... what? Jerking off?"

"About to. I was. Um. Practicing."

"Practicing..." It sounds more like a purr than a word.

Clark grins at the ceiling. His eyes don't want to open. He supposes this is why he's having trouble with the focusing thing. "Yeah. My seduction techniques."

Lex... coughs. "I... see."

"I had a whole routine going."

"Back away in terror, groan, fall to your knees, then start begging?"

Clark grins a little wider. "It worked, didn't it? Seriously, the. Um. Seduction... didn't quite go off as planned."

Callused finger tracing his mouth. Easiest thing in the world to dart his tongue out to catch it. Lex presses hard for a moment before moving back to stroking Clark's chest. "No?"

"Mm. No. There was supposed to be more dirty talk."

"More... Hmm. Did your seduction plan include the judicious application of CPR?"

Clark tries to focus again, gives up. "No, why?"

"Just checking. What else?"

"Well, there were options. Like, the couch option... involved us making it to the couch."

"Clearly an integral part of the plan." There's a smile in Lex's voice.

"And there was the Porsche option."

"What did that involve?"

"Figuring out the best way to maximize the space inside the Porsche, mostly. There was a lot of... wriggling."

"Wriggling."

"And lots of it."

Lex chuckles again, settles half on top of Clark. More than enough incentive to get his arms moving. Lex is still almost entirely dressed, cool silk and cooler leather pressed to Clark's skin, making him shiver.

It feels... good.

"So when were you planning to spring your masterful seduction on me, hmm?"

"Um. Pretty much as soon as I worked up the nerve to buy lube."

Shocked laugh. "Jesus, Clark. I do have lube at the castle, you know."

Can't hold in a pleased little grin at that, but... "Well, you know, that was what all the. Um. Practicing. Was for." Opens his eyes and Lex is right there, head-tilted and expression nothing but pleased. Stunning, in every way. Clark swallows hard, and Lex strokes his cheek.

"Yes?"

"I wanted you to know that I was sure. Ready."

"And you didn't think the dirty talk and kneeling would convince me?"

"Well, you know how I feel about half-measures, Lex."

"Right, right. None of that for you." And Lex is laughing, high and open, through a crooked little smile that he eventually buries against Clark's chest. There may be just the slightest bit of hysteria, but...

Clark thinks he can work with that.

End.



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