Come
Again
Written by: Arian
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me; I'm just borrowing them for a little while. I do not profit from their use and make no claim on their ownership.
Author's Note: Written for the 60 Minute Fic Challenge; the trigger was water.
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Clark wanted Lex. He had wanted him for years, and if the looks he received from his friend were anything to judge by, Lex wanted him as well. Clark had moved to Metropolis for university three years ago, and within a month Lex had relocated his base of operations back to the city as well.
At the time, Lex had tried to convince himself that it was nothing more than a smart move. Whenever he would let himself admit to it, his friendship with Clark was largely what had kept him in Smallville. With Clark in Metropolis, Lex did what had made sense for him to do business-wise years ago; he'd made the move as well.
They danced around it for three years. Neither really dating anyone else, neither owning up to what they were feeling, neither spending much of their free time with anyone but each other. Clark was ready to stop dancing.
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Lex pushed open the door to Clark's apartment. He could hear water running and rolled his eyes before glancing at his watch.
"Clark?" he called. "I thought I told you we had to leave right at seven!"
In the shower, Clark grinned and didn't answer. Instead he grabbed the shampoo and started massaging it into his hair. Focusing through the walls, he could see Lex making his way across the small living room and down the hall towards the bathroom door.
"Clark, come on, we need to get going. Try to keep the marathon shower down to a hundred yard dash."
Chuckling, Clark answered this time. "Lex, is that you?" He watched as Lex rolled his eyes for the second time in less than a minute.
"Of course it's me. It's five to seven and we have to leave in five minutes, who else would it be?"
"I can't hear a word you're saying!" he called over the rushing water, washing the shampoo from his hair. "Give me a minute, I'm almost done."
"If I give you a minute, I'll have to give you another to get dry, two more to get dressed, and god knows how many more for you to get your hair to do that flippy thing it does."
Clark was grinning and shaking with silent laughter by the end of his friend's tirade. "Lex, just come in, I can't hear a word you're saying," he lied. He watched through the door as Lex reached to grasp the doorknob before shaking his head and taking a step back.
"Hurry up; I'll be waiting in the living room."
"What?" He had moved on to the conditioner and was pouring some into his palm when he saw Lex sigh and finally open the bathroom door.
"I said, hurry up. We have to leave in..." his voice trailed off as his eyes traveled across Clark's wet, naked body. He'd forgotten about the glass door of Clark's shower. "Two minutes," he finally choked out. He watched as Clark worked the conditioner into his hair, the muscle of his arms and back flexing as he moved. When Clark turned to face him, Lex swore his heart actually stopped beating for a moment.
"How badly do you actually want to go to this thing?"
Forcing his eyes upwards, Lex just blinked in response.
"Lex? Did you hear me?"
"I'm sorry, Clark, I didn't catch that over the water."
"I asked how much you want to go to this thing?"
"Less and less with every passing second," Lex whispered under his breath. Clark grinned. Speaking loud enough for Clark to hear, he continued. "Why, did something come up?" Up, why did I have to think about things being up, he thought, trying to ignore the spreading warmth in his groin at the sight of a wet, naked, and oh, now soapy Clark.
"Hey, Lex?" His friend dragged his eyes to Clark's face. "I could use some help reaching my back."
"What?"
He slid the shower door back and leaned his head out. "I said I could use some help reaching my back. You up for it?" His grin widened as Lex flushed and the bulge in his pants grew at his friend's choice of words.
"Clark, I-" he scrubbed a hand across his mouth.
"Just get in here."
At the quiet words, Lex brought his eyes to Clark's once again. "You're sure?"
"Been sure for a long time, Lex. You're smart, but there are some days where you're pretty slow on the uptake."
Lex laughed as he took off his jacket and laid it on the tiny counter. With hands shaking uncharacteristically, he unbuttoned his shirt, toed off his shoes and socks and reached for his belt buckle. He paid close attention to Clark as he moved, watching his friend's pupils dilate at the sight of Lex slowly revealing his body to him. The belt landed with a small thud at his feet and he reached for the clasp on his trousers. He paused with his shirt hanging open off his shoulders and zipper open to frame black, tented boxers.
"Lex," it was a strangled whisper. "Hurry up."
It was Lex's turn to grin as he shed the rest of his clothes, following Clark's eyes as pale, hairless flesh was reveled. Nude, he stepped forward and placed a hand on Clark's chest.
"You know, you'll need to move over if you expect me to fit into this shoebox you call a shower," Clark stepped back into the spray as Lex squeezed in and closed the door behind him. His shower was definitely not made for two.
"Hi."
"Hi."
Clark grinned before pushing Lex back against the tiles and attacking his mouth. Muscled bodies pressed together, lips and tongues dueled for dominance, erections rubbed against hips and soft gasps of pleasure filled the air.
Lex's hand moved from its exploration of Clark's abs to stroke his cock with the tips of his fingers. Clark bit back a moan as his hips arched into the touch. Stretching his hand to grasp both of them, Lex began to leisurely jack their cocks together.
Clark's head fell backwards, the water cascading down his face and neck, dripping from his hair. Lex leaned in to suck the droplets off the muscles of his shoulder. Clark moved a hand down to cover Lex's, picking up the motion and rhythm.
"How long, Clark?"
"Years."
"Fuck," Lex moved their hands away and grasped Clark by the shoulders, spinning him in the confines of the shower, shifting so that Clark was pressed face first against the tile. "I'm going to fuck you now, Clark."
Hands ran down Clark sides and teeth nipped at his water-slicked back. The finger brushing gently at the cleft of his ass made Clark shudder and press back towards Lex's body, silently begging for more. Lex obliged, his finger tracing ever-tightening circles until he slipped his finger into the grasping heat of Clark's ass. Clark's forehead slammed forward against the tile and his hands came up to press against the wall as Lex moved his finger in and out before adding another and scissoring him open.
"Now, please!"
Clark's demanding growl was enough to spur Lex into action. Lining himself up to the other man's body, he leaned close and whispered into Clark's ear. "Tell me if it hurts too much."
"You can't hurt me, Lex. Please," Clark pushed backwards until the head of Lex's cock breached his body, sliding past the first ring of muscle. With a grunt of surprise, Lex jerked his hips forward until half his cock was sheathed in the tight passage.
"Jesus, Clark," he gasped. "Give a guy some warning next time!"
Clark laughed and eased his body further down onto Lex. "Just move, Lex."
The pace started slow, languid; an exploration of each other's body as the water pelted down onto them. Neither noticed the water begin to cool as Clark began to thrust back harder, keening softly and cursing under his breath as Lex's hand found his cock and started jerking quickly. Their bodies moved to match the speed of his hand and it wasn't until Lex shuddered to a halt as his cock convulsed in climax that he realized the steady moaning noise he had attributed to Clark was actually coming from his own throat.
"Lex, please!" Clark's voice broke him from his stupor. He pulled out of the younger man and spun him around, dropping to his knees under the now frigid spray and taking Clark's cock into his mouth. Clark arched forward and dropped one hand to rest lightly on the top of Lex's head as sucking, wet heat surrounded him. It wasn't long before Clark's seed was spilling down his lover's throat.
Lex rose, pressing his mouth to Clark's full lips and stroking a hand down his neck and across his shoulder. "Come on, it's freezing in here," he said softly, pulling back.
"Mmm, yeah. Let's go warm up in the bedroom," he arched an eyebrow suggestively.
Lex laughed and kissed him once more. "So, Clark, exactly how long were you planning this?"
"Long enough," he grinned.
"You said I couldn't hurt you…"
"You can't."
Lex fixed him with a patented 'I’m Lex Luthor and if you lie to me, I'll know' gaze, topped off with his usual arched eyebrow and a smirk firmly on his lips.
"Come on," Clark tugged him forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lover's mouth. "I'll explain everything."
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