Day Five: Never Enough

~*~

Warm skin, writhing on top of him -- Lex strained up to feel more of it against him. Clark’s long fingers wrapped around Lex’s wrists and held him down, held him in position. Only harsh breaths surrounded them on wrinkled sheets. Words didn’t seem to matter as Clark’s tongue painted a long trail down Lex’s neck, across his collar bone, ending in a sharp bite on his shoulder.

Lex moaned, unable to hold it back any longer. His body trembled as Clark thrust against his stomach.

“Lex,” Clark panted, his eyes closed, head tossed back in unrestrained ecstasy. “Fuck me.”

~*~

Names exchanged, but mostly forgotten. Her name didn’t matter, her long dark hair now spread across his pillows, Lex thought that it was probably something short, like Andy, or Anne.

It didn’t matter.

She knew his name. She changed it until it sounded wrong to his own ears, until he had to cover her mouth with his hand as he thrust into her sharply, deeply. Her eyes shone with pleasure and something Lex couldn’t identify. Her body moved against his, sensuously, rhythmically, almost like she was trained for this.

Maybe she was.

Lex hadn’t bothered to ask.

It didn’t matter.

~*~

All that golden skin spread out before him just *shimmying* as Clark panted heavily. Lex slid his finger across the cuff restraining him, a small playing across his lips.

All his.

Clark’s eyes fluttered open and Lex watched his face.

“Lex,” he said breathlessly. “Please…”

It was tempting to remind Clark who was in charge, who was calling the shots. But Lex shrugged when he thought about it. It didn’t really matter when Clark was only asking for exactly what Lex wanted to give him anyway.

Clark was still watching when Lex lowered his head, taking Clark’s cock in his mouth.

~*~

Sure, it was illegal. But right then, laws were the *last* thing on his mind.

The short curly hair felt different under his fingertips than Lex was used to, and the mouth around his cock was wetter than he could remember having recently.

He forced his eyes open and stared down at the face that was giving him the best blowjob he’d gotten in weeks and groaned softly when fingers pushed up his thigh.

So eager, so *ready* to just offer this, like it wasn’t some kind of power trip for Lucas, like Lex didn’t know exactly what it was.

~*~

Lex sometimes wondered if Clark really thought that his secrets were safe. Not that he would exploit them, but Lex wasn’t stupid.

Fingerprints. In his metal headboard. In the exact spot that Clark’s hands had been the night before.

Lex smirked, running his fingers over the indents in the metal, remembering the begging words that had flowed from Clark’s lips.

The way his name had rolled off his lips like it wasn’t the first time he’d come with his tongue forming those sounds sent a shudder through Lex.

He pulled his cellphone from his pocket and dialed the familiar numbers.

~*~

Lex closed his eyes and leaned back on his bed. It was almost too cold in the room to have the covers off, but he kicked them down anyway. He trailed his fingers down his stomach, building up the anticipation in himself.

He always loved this part.

With one hand, he rolled a nipple between his fingers, groaning softly. His cock was already hard, curved up against his belly and he brushed his fingers down it, shivering.

Finally, he couldn’t stand it any more and wrapped his fingers around his own cock, squeezing slightly and then he started to stroke.

~*~

It wasn’t until a couple of weeks after the talk in Clark’s loft that Clark showed up. Lex was a little wary when Clark was all earnestly bitten lip – that usually meant Clark wanted something.

“So, Lex. I can’t seem to stop thinking about this… And it’s driving me nuts.”

Lex raised an eyebrow and swirled the drink in his glass.

“You. All those women…”

Lex sighed and shook his head. He thought he’d covered that.

“No…” Clark said, his eyes shining, “Show me.”

Lex opened his mouth to question that and was shocked into silence when Clark kissed him.

~*~

It wasn’t that Lex thought Lana was good for Clark, or that he didn’t want Clark himself. He figured that the real problem was that he didn’t want Whitney touching anyone else.

Lex tended to be possessive about things he considered his.

He licked a trail up Whitney’s thigh, never quite touching anything that Whitney really wanted him to.

The little moan and the begging words that escaped Whitney’s bitten lips made Lex shiver and want to do those things that were asked for.

Instead, he went back to claiming what was his, one patch of skin at a time.

~*~

His fingers were sticky with lube, but that’s exactly what was needed. He tried not to notice how badly they were shaking when he pushed them into Clark’s hole. Lex also ignored the shudder that ran through him at the heat that almost possessed him.

Lex twisted his finger, thrusting it deeper until Clark was arching himself into it, his body begging for more. Lex added another, and finally a third, panting so hard that he was almost afraid he was going to pass out before he made it inside that beautiful body.

Kneeling between Clark’s thighs, Lex pushed inside.

~*~

He hadn’t asked for this. He hadn’t set Clark down and suggested that they needed more exciting things in their sex life.

Clark had come up with this one all on his own.

Lex wasn’t complaining though. Not when Clark’s tongue was pushing inside him, making him fly apart.

It made him feel dirty but it was so hot that he could barely stand it. Clark’s finger slid in next to the tongue and then one hand wrapped around Lex’s cock and Lex was just gone.

He opened his eyes, still shaking, still panting.

“Fuck me, Clark.”

Clark nodded, grinning.