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Clark has an oral fixation. Lex has been observing him lately, well… more than lately. But the thing is, he has an oral fixation.
He first noticed when Clark came over to the manor just to hang out. They are sitting side by side on the couch, Lex reading “The Art of War” while Clark tries to study for his college applications, a deep crease in between his brows. Lex found him particularly amusing when he was trying to study, and he usually never said anything just trying to enjoy the free show. Clark was too stubborn to ask him for help anyway.
He put the tip of his pencil on his lips then, looking more and more focused. Then he starts to bite on the pink eraser. Lex lowers down his book and just stares, waiting for him to notice. But the longer he waits, the worse it gets; he's chewing on that thing like a rabid dog.
“Clark.”
The name works like magic, and Clark looks at him with his big eyes, pencil hanging from his lips.
“Yeah?”
“You're going to ruin your teeth like that, and the noise is annoying me. Stop it.”
Clark gives him a little bashful smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your life-changing reading.” He rolls his eyes and drops the pencil on the couch, going back to his papers.
Lex goes back to reading his book. “It is life-changing. You could learn a thing or two from it.”
The grunt Clark gives in reply is enough to steal a little smile from him.
-
The next time it happens, he's giving Clark a ride to school, the college stalls are visiting; he's just passing by the road in front of his house right when Clark is leaving, backpack hanging from his shoulder.
Now he has his eyes closed on Lex's passenger seat, playing with the string of his red hoodie.
“'M tired." He murmurs and puts the string in his mouth, chewing on it and making the fabric wet. His cheeks flushed from the cold weather.
Lex takes him in for a second before turning his attention back on the road. “Tired from what, exactly? College? You didn't even get in, yet.”
“Nah, dad made me work on the farm all weekend, and I was going to the movies with Chloe and Lana and had to cancel on them. Tired of just filling up applications and working.” He sounds defeated, which is so unlike him. There's something else bothering him, but Lex won't press it. At least not now.
“Don’t sound so spoiled. I’m sure if you talk to your father, he’s going to understand.”
Clark shrugs, string still in his mouth. “Maybe.”
Lex grabs the string from his mouth and pulls it out.
“Hey!” Clark looks at him in protest, hands up in annoyance.
“You look like a baby who’s teething.”
“Maybe I am.” Clark stares at him, defiant.
“What? Teething?”
Clark groans and hits the back of his head against the headrest. “Nevermind.”
Lex doesn't take the bait and keeps on driving.
-
Lex walks inside the barn loft, taking off his sunglasses. Loud music pumping from Clark’s CD player.
“You’re not going to believe what…” but the scene in front of him stops him in his tracks. Clark is lying down on the carpet, a bunch of his CDs around him and a comic book in front of him. But he is on his stomach, legs kicking above him, only wearing short red shorts and a tight white t-shirt. His hand on his chin and a lollipop in his mouth. The golden afternoon sun making a halo around him, glowing. Fuck.
“Hmmm?” He takes it out of his mouth with a loud pop. His lips, red and shining from spit, big eyes looking at Lex. “What happened?” But Lex, for the first time maybe ever, is at a loss for words.
“What… what are you doing?” He closes his eyes, taking a deep exasperated breath, he feels like he's itching all over. Clark looks puzzled and feigns confusion.
“Listening to music? Reading my comic books? C’mere.” He pats the floor next to him and starts sucking on the lollipop again. This is borderline obscene; there’s no way he isn’t doing this on purpose at this point. He wants to go there now? Fine. Lex is so game. There's no time like the present.
He gingerly walks toward him and sits down right in front of him, legs crossed with his tailored pants stretching at the knees.
“Clark." He takes a beat before continuing. "What are you doing?”
Clark looks up at him through his lashes, slowly taking the lollipop off to give it a lick and then popping it back in his mouth. “I don’t know, Lex. What am I doing?”
“Did you know I was coming here?”
Clark grabs his flip phone and opens it, showing him the screen.
“From: L.L. <3
Coming over in five.”
The little heart next to his initials makes Lex dizzy. Clark closes the screen one handed and goes back to sucking his candy, chin propped on his hand, still looking up at Lex and not saying anything. Lex has never been more turned on in his life; there’s no way Clark didn’t notice it.
“Are you… Clark, are you trying to seduce me?”
Clark takes the lollipop off again. He looks like a goddamn Caravaggio painting like this.
“I don’t know, Lex. Is it working?”
Lex thinks fuck it and grabs the lollipop from his hand, throwing it across the room.
“Hey! You didn’t need to do that!” But Lex already has his fingertips on his lips. Nothing even happened, and he can already feel his underwear getting wet with pre-cum.
Clark stops talking.
"Open," Lex instructs.
And Clark does. He sucks both of Lex’s fingers into his mouth, his digits on his warm tongue. He moans around them, and Lex feels the vibration coursing all through him. “Jesus Christ.”
He bobs his head up and down, holding onto Lex’s wrist with his hand. Lex is transfixed and absolutely terrified he’s going to come from just this. From Clark, sweet innocent Clark, sucking on his fingers while locking eyes with him. He'd never recover from the embarrassment.
“Stop.” He immediately stops, his cheeks hollowing around them one last time before releasing them.
“Did you like it?” His cheeks are so red, all of his fake bravado suddenly disappearing.
“I can’t get enough of you.” Lex leans down and kisses him, desperate to taste him. He can taste the artificial strawberry flavor, a hint of mint toothpaste, and underneath it all something clean, something that’s simply just Clark.
And Clark always eager to learn tries to give it as good as he gets, angling awkwardly from his position on the floor and too much tongue from lack of experience. But Lex holds his beautiful face in his hands, easing him into it. Clark breaks the kiss to move positions, sitting on Lex’s lap instead, long legs tightening around his waist, big arms around his neck, pulling Lex much closer.
Lex puts his hands on his strong thighs, threatening to ruin his tiny red shorts. In this position, he wants to touch him everywhere. His hands go up underneath his shirt then, wanting to feel his skin, his warm back, his tight muscles and how they flex underneath his fingers.
Clark is rocking into him; Lex can feel he’s rock hard against his stomach, starting to stain his silk shirt already. Damn, he really liked this shirt. Lex rocks up, his covered cock against Clark’s ass, simulating what he really wants to do.
Clark groans, a deep guttural sound coming from his throat. They stop kissing and touch foreheads, maintaining a steady rhythm, warm breaths mingling together.
"Lex, gonna… oh my God. Lex. Lex.” Clark closes his eyes then, hands touching him everywhere, overwhelmed.
“No. Look at me. Look at me, baby. Need to see you.” He holds the back of Clark’s head, his grip tightening on his dark hair. Clark opens his eyes, pupils blown, making them look dark. Lex cannot believe he’s going to come in his pants like a teenager, but there’s no way in hell he’s going to stop now.
Clark comes first, hiding his face in Lex’s shoulder and biting into it hard. And Lex comes right after, moaning softly and burying his face in Clark’s hair, breathing him in.
They stay in that position for a while, limbs intertwined, hearts slowing down and lungs starting to breathe normally again. Lex is holding Clark’s hand against his heart.
Clark slowly disentangles himself from him and collapses on the floor, a look of amazement on his face, eyes up at the ceiling. “Woah. Lex. Woah.” Clark offers him his hand, and Lex grabs it, fingers intertwining.
“We absolutely need to do that again. Fewer clothes, though."
Lex laughs; Clark never ceases to surprise him. He’s sure he’s going to be the death of him someday, in one way or another. Lex indulges him, as he always does.
“I’m sure we can figure something out.”
They stay just there, giddy with music blasting and holding hands. Talking about their usual nonsense. The lollipop forgotten and melting red through the floorboards.