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Smallville
Sulking Like Children in the Moonlight

“Happiness is just a by-product of life.”

That’s what Lex had said, but it wasn’t quite what he meant.

What Lex had meant was that happiness was something for other people, something meant for other people. Happiness was something meant for people who toiled in blue-collar jobs so they could send their children to private colleges in hopes of a better life. What Lex had meant was that happiness was meant for people who found themselves celebrating their child’s second birthday after years of barrenness and dashed hopes.

Lex had meant that happiness wasn’t intended for someone like him.

Nowhere in those eight words did Lex recall mentioning anything about sex and its correlation to his contentment, or lack there of.

He wasn’t sure where the part about being pushed up against the wall and being molested – albeit willingly – by Clark had slipped out. It might have been part of a subliminal program, like in The Manchurian Candidate, but for some reason he doubted it. For starters, Lex didn't recall setting up the program to begin with. Too many years of lust could have put him slightly off his mark, which was just as unlikely as Clark Kent kissing him, but at least one the two was currently taking place, so who was Lex to judge?

He wasn’t sure what Clark had heard, but it obviously wasn’t what Lex had meant.

Lex wasn’t going to argue, not with Clark pressed against him knee to shoulder, lips parted in an oddly silent protest, or whatever Lex was calling 'kissing' these days. Regardless, Clark was saying a lot without the use of his voice box. His tongue was thick in Lex’s mouth, seeking out crevices and wiping away years of doubts and dissention. Clark’s hands were firm on Lex’s hips, thumbs rubbing circles through soft cotton in hopes of expelling the dirt of twenty-four years. There wasn’t much Lex could say in the face of such aggressive dissention. There wasn’t much that he wanted to say. Instead he let his tongue spell out his defense. His hands fisted in Clark’s hair, pulling and stroking at the same time. Arguing at the same time that his body was open for discussion.

When Clark pulled away, Lex’s brain searched for more arguments to make, more insistent claims to lay in the road of opposition. They were all smashed as Clark’s mouth migrated along Lex’s jaw line, tongue laving at smooth skin until Clark gently took Lex’s earlobe between his teeth and pulled. All of Lex’s powers of persuasion melted away as Clark sucked at the soft spot behind his right ear.

“Everyone deserves to be happy, Lex,” Clark murmured as his hands moved from Lex’s hips, up his chest, to the first button of Lex's Oxford shirt.

A noble, but flawed theory, that Lex would argue at a later date. A date when his hands weren't relocating to Clark’s neck, jockeying for position in the hopes of another kiss. Arguments were pointless. So were girlfriends and fiancees and society belles. There was no point in crying over spilt milk or sulking over women he hadn’t loved in the first place.

Lex eagerly accepted kiss after kiss as Clark’s mouth worked to avenge every wrong that had ever escaped Lex’s lips. Clark’s hands were surprisingly deft as they made short work of unbuttoning Lex’s shirt and pulling it out of his trousers. Lex saw no reason to halt the proceedings or to even attempt to participate. It was obvious that Clark was a man on a mission, and Lex knew all about missions. Lex knew all about seeking only to be disappointed when the sought after prize failed to live up to expectations.

He didn’t want that with Clark. He didn’t want Clark to leave, and if he let Clark have what he wanted maybe he would come back on his own. His brain sought to intervene, years of training urging him to take what he wanted consequence be damned. He stomped hard on that idea, and bit down on Clark’s tongue at the same time earning him a loud moan.

When Clark pulled away again his lips were swollen and his hair thoroughly mussed. He tilted his head down and began to suck on Lex’s neck, his mouth doing criminal things to Lex’s Adam Apple and then to his clavicle. Lex left his hands on Clark’s neck, not guiding as much as enjoying the ride.

He groaned as Clark moved down his exposed chest leaving a trail of wet sloppy kisses before taking Lex’s left nipple between his lips and abusing it unmercilessly. It was conduct unbecoming for Lex to moan, he didn’t care. It was twice as wrong for him to pant as Clark gently tugged at his nipple with impossibly white teeth, again, Lex didn’t care.

When Clark dropped to his knees and began unfastening Lex’s belt, Lex’s mouth opened of its own accord. “Why are you doing this?” he heard himself inquire, feeling strangely disassociated from the proceedings taking place. His hands busied themselves stroking skin that Lex had admired from afar for as long as he cared not to recall.

“Because I want you to be happy.” Clark looked up beneath long eyelashes, the honesty causing large boulders to roll around in Lex’s stomach. He felt as though an avalanche were taking place inside him. Clark unbuttoned his pants and slid them down legs that felt wobbly to Lex. “With me.”

“Clark, if you’re happy then --” The platitude was never finished, and Lex bit down hard on own tongue when Clark leaned forward and nuzzled the cotton of his simple boxers.

“You make me happy, Lex,” he said, mouthing Lex’s cock through rapidly dampening material.

The idea alone was enough for Lex. He didn’t have to come now. Clark, apparently, had different ideas, and Lex tasted bright copper when Clark’s hand wedged its way inside his boxers. His cock jumped to attention in a way that it never did for Lex or for his other lovers. He gave up trying to process rational thought at the sight of his cock in Clark’s hand. It was just too much. “Clark, I…” Lex’s words trailed off when Clark’s tongue flitted out and lapped against the head of his cock. It was as though his cerebral cortex had shut down all major activity and was only letting through one word at a time . Clark. Wet. Suck.

He banged his head against the wall in sheer monosyllabic agony.

He felt rather than saw Clark release his cock, and immediately the ability to talk was restored. Phrases like ‘don’t stop now,’ and ‘I’ll give you anything, just suck me’ rushed to escape his lips, but somehow never made out. Instead Lex watched in fascination as Clark’s hands slid up to the waist of his boxers and hooked around, brushing tantalizingly against his hipbones. When Clark pulled his boxers down it was all Lex could do not to shout ‘Hallelujah.’

The word immediately came out two seconds later when Clark’s mouth found its way back to Lex’s aching erection. Large hands pushed Lex’s legs apart, despite the hindrance of clothing, and it took an amazing amount of control for Lex not to thrust in with wild abandon. He had come so far, he couldn’t fuck it up now. Instead he concentrated on not blinking. Instead Lex concentrated on the red lips sliding up and down his shaft and the look of sheer enjoyment on a face he had always though of angelic and pure and straight. Despite the non-blinking, Lex felt his eyes roll in his head when one hand cupped his balls and a long, finger slid in Clark’s mouth alongside his cock. Lex had always known Clark had a talented mouth, but this was a brand new revelation.

Slurp.

Suck.

More.

Lex moaned as a wet finger explored the area behind his balls and when it finally found the little home it sought, he felt a tremor begin in the same place that the boulders had been rumbling.

His orgasm crashed through him, and the control he had reined in disappeared leaving Clark’s name echoing in a previously soundproof penthouse. Lex sighed and stroked Clark’s hair as he rested his cheek against Lex’s hip. Eventually he slid down the wall, bonelessly landing in a heap at Clark’s feet.

“Happy?” Clark said as though the answer itself weren’t evident for everyone, or just one person to see.

Leaning forward, Lex tasted himself on Clark’s lips and pulled back slowly satisfaction evident before all his teachings began to clamor for attention. “Ecstatic.”

-finis-

Dedicated to

thamiris who reminded me what it was like to devote yourself to a character, and to

rosenho who enables me freely. That’s love.

Title, completely irrelevent to the story, taken from the Gomez song ‘Blue Moon Rising,' which was on loop throughout the hashing of this piece.

Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Ms. Dynamite 'It Takes More'