Slumber
By: Arian
Disclaimer:
I don't own them, I don't profit from them, I just like to play with them.
Author's Note: Written for vegas_nolan, who made a general
plea for new fic!
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Lex had never been so tired before in his entire life. He felt as though someone had bound hundred-pound weights to his limbs. His heart seemed to beat sluggishly in his chest, and he couldn't really keep his eyes open anymore, even though he wanted to stay awake and watch.
The full moon bounced off the snow outside his window and lit the room with a pale glow that reminded him of a spring day winding down to dusk. It was enough to illuminate the sleeping figure stretched out next to him.
Lex watched the steady rise and fall of the broad, muscular chest, sighed softly when a pink tongue darted out to sweep across kiss-swollen lips. Clark lay on his back with one arm folded under his head, and the other, the one Lex was resting his own head on, flung out straight.
Tonight had been a night of firsts. The first "I love you" whispered shyly, as if Clark had thought Lex would reject him. It was the first brush of naked flesh against naked flesh that left their clothes lying in tangled heaps on the floor. Most importantly, it was the first time Lex had ever let himself be taken.
He'd always been the one to fuck, never the one to be fucked. It was different with Clark. Lex let his walls tumble down for Clark. He had taken and been taken, but he had not fucked or been fucked. It was something more than that.
It had been love.
Clark sighed in his sleep and rolled to his side, pulling Lex impossibly close with one large arm. Lex wrapped his body around Clark's, reveling in the feel of hard muscles and soft skin pressed so tightly against him. He smiled against Clark's chest, pressed a chaste kiss against his shoulder, and finally gave in to the sleep that was trying to claim him.
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