Unbound

Clark explores Lex's patterns.

Spoilers for: Bound

Graciously betaed by SilverCat. Thank you my dear! Any mistakes are mine alone.

Disclaimer: Alas, the boys are not mine. And, as many times as I wish upon a star, they apparently never will be.

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Clark ducked furtively into the Torch office and closed the door quietly. Anyone who saw him might wonder why he was sneaking into school this late. He was wondering himself. It was after hours and Chloe was already suspicious of him. She had given him some odd looks when he had insisted that Lex couldn't have been whoring around. Clark shook his head. The evidence on the video from the elevator had been quite damning. What Clark had not been prepared for was how arousing it had been.

Lex. With a tall dark haired woman wrapped around him. Pushing him up against the wall of the elevator. Sucking at the tender skin of his neck.

Clark slammed his fist down on the desk and heard a loud crack. "Shit," he snarled.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He was here for one reason, to look at the video tape again. To figure out once and for all what it was about this tape, and Lex, that turned him on. And, to remind himself that Lex was not his, no matter how much he wished he was.

Pulling a chair up to Chloe's computer, Clark found the video file and watched it again, this time slowing it down to savor each expression as it flitted across Lex's face.

First, the seductive smile that made the woman shimmy across the small enclosed space and press herself against him. Then, that mobile mouth as it edged along her ear. Then the slide along her jaw and onto her mouth, where it teased and flirted with her top lip for a moment before that pink tongue plunged in to capture what was probably a wordless moan.

Clark grew hard as he watched Lex nibble on her chin and then at her neck. He watched helplessly as Lex's head tilted back to allow the bitch access to that tender skin. Lex would bruise easily, Clark thought. It would be so easy to mark him....

Pausing the tape at a place with a particularly arousing Lex face, Clark sighed deeply. This was ridiculous! Lex was smart. He would figure it out eventually, and when he did he might even laugh. Clark didn't think he could take it if Lex laughed. Not with the way Clark had been thinking about him lately.

So why had Lex gone out and picked up this bimbo? And this was not the first time, obviously. Lionel had said that Lex "had a pattern". A pattern? What about Lex's old pattern? His habit of swinging by the Talon to look for Clark and take him back to the castle for marathon movie watching sessions?

Clark glanced back at the computer screen with Lex's face frozen in pleasure. What he wouldn't give to see that expression on Lex's face in person. Put there because of some move Clark had made.

Restarting the video, Clark watched as Lex turned and pushed the woman's body into the wall and proceeded to devour her mouth. His hands were everywhere, and when she arched her breasts deeper into Lex's palms, Clark swore.

He leaned forward as Lex lifted his mouth from hers and ushered her out of the elevator. Lex looked eager, impatient, his hand on the small of her back, directing her. And the bitch had a smug look her face.

Clark started the video over from the beginning and put it on continuous loop, this time watching from start to finish without stopping it. He could feel his cock leaking all over his briefs. Apparently his body didn't care who Lex was with. As long as Clark could watch, it would turn him on. His fingers drifted to his crotch and he pressed the heel of his hand to his leaking dick, hard, so he wouldn't come. Not yet. He wouldn't come until he had seen every nuance on Lex's face.

He groaned, the sound echoing a bit in the empty room.

"Clark?" The deep voice made Clark almost fall out of his chair. He paused the tape and spun around, watching in horror as Lex stood at the door, his hand clasping the knob.

"Lex? What... what are you doing here?"

And damn, that didn't sound too friendly, Clark.

Lex's mouth twisted, and he looked away for a moment. Then, as if gathering up his courage, he looked straight into Clark's eyes.

"Your mother said you might be here," he said softly, stepping into the room and closing the door. "I stopped out at the farm to see you. To... apologize again, but you weren't there."

Clark's breath caught in his throat. Lex looked unsure, almost timid. Like he wasn't sure of his reception. Clark started to stand up and then rethought that move. Now was not a good time.

Lex's eyes slid to the computer screen and Clark saw the moment that he realized what Clark had been doing.

"Clark? What are you watching?" he asked, stepping forward looking intently at the screen. "Is that... me?" Winter grey eyes looked at him. "Why are you watching that, Clark?"

"I... It's from when Chloe and I were trying to get proof that you were innocent, Lex," he started. He was interrupted by Lex's bark of laughter.

"Innocent?" His voice was full of self mockery. "You said it correctly before, Clark. I was horrible for doing that to all those women. I probably deserved everything that happened."

Clark nodded. Yes, he'd agree with that. Maybe if he kept agreeing it would throw Lex off the true trail. But of course that didn't work.

"But the case is over, Clark," Lex continued, walking closer to the table, to Clark. "So why are you sitting here in the dark watching that tape?"

Clark blushed. Maybe if he admitted to half the truth Lex would drop it? "It's pretty hot, Lex," he said. "I... I thought I might pick up some pointers."

Lex blanched. "Oh shit, Clark," he said. "You don't need those kinds of pointers. You can get any girl you want just by being yourself." He shook his head. "Maybe not Lana, but would you really want her now?"

Shaking his head, Clark could honestly say that Lana was the furthest thing from his mind right now. He couldn't even imagine being with her before, when she had seemed the epitome of all things sweet that he'd wanted to protect. Now his thoughts were filled with the man standing next to his chair. How would Lex's skin feel to the touch? What would his lips taste like without river water?

Lex had been looking down at the paused scene, a strange expression on his face. "Clark, why stop here?" He asked, genuinely puzzled. "Why even pause at all?"

And Clark's mind went completely blank. He looked helplessly up at his friend, his bald, sexy and completely gorgeous friend, and couldn't say a word.

As Lex leaned over to get a closer look at the screen, his shoulder brushed by Clark's. The younger man couldn't help but close his eyes and sigh. He turned his head towards Lex and inhaled deeply. Lex froze.

"Are you... are you smelling me, Clark?"

Clark's eyes flew open to gaze directly into changeable blue. The answer to all his questions seemed to be there. What had he been so afraid of?

"Yes," he said, smiling at Lex's sudden indrawn breath.

"Why?" Lex whispered, his eyes flicking between Clark's eyes and his mouth.

"'Cause you always smell so good," Clark whispered, his lips a hairsbreadth from Lex's.

"Oh."

Someone moved, Clark would never be sure who, but then they were kissing and Lex's tongue was in his mouth and Clark was shaking and moaning and it was all he could do to not crush Lex to him. Lex tasted so good. Lex tasted like home.

And then somehow they were standing and Clark was rubbing himself all over Lex, and Lex was moaning into his mouth and Lex was as hard as he was. Maybe even harder.

"Stop, Clark. Clark!" And why was Lex trying to stop? This was what Clark had been wanting for years, finally in his grasp, and Lex wanted him to stop?

He stepped back and pushed a shaking hand through his hair. Maybe he had misinterpreted Lex's reaction? Maybe Lex wasn't interested in him? But no, Lex didn't seem mad, he seemed... surprised.

"Clark," Lex continued more normally, "What are you doing?"

Clark rolled his eyes. "What does it look like I'm doing?" he said. "I want us to be more than friends, Lex." At the look on Lex's face, he stepped back into his personal space. "Why do you think I was so upset? I'm... I'm jealous of all those women."

Lex stilled for a moment and then his hand reached out to tangle fingers in his hair. "Jealous? Of those women? Oh, Clark, don't be."

Looking down at the ground, Clark sighed. "How can I not be, Lex?" he said softly. "They get to have sex with you and I don't."

Lex pulled Clark closer to him and pressed his lips to his in a soft kiss. "I didn't think you wanted me, Clark," he confessed.

"You want me to prove how much I want you, Lex?"

Sliding his body down Lex's, Clark found himself on his knees, nuzzling the bulge in Lex's pants. He made quick work of the fastenings and when Lex's smooth engorged cock sprang free, he grinned and licked the glistening head.

Hands settled in his hair and Lex's hips pumped forward involuntarily. Clark took a bit more in his mouth and sucked experimentally. The internet had described the act, but now how it would feel. Or taste. He held Lex up as the older man's knees buckled and Lex let out a loud moan.

Bitter and salty and so good. Clark tasted Lex on his tongue, the smell of Lex filled his senses as he gently nibbled and sucked on his cock, slowly swallowing him. Then, suddenly Clark's throat opened and Lex was down it and he looked up directly into Lex eyes.

The sight of Clark's mouth stretched around his thick cock was the last straw. "God, yes! Suck it, suck me, Clark," he whispered. A tentative push of his hips made Clark swallow around him and then Lex was roughly pushing past those lips and the sight of him sliding in and out of Clark's mouth was unbearable.

"Fuck! So good to fuck your mouth..." Lex was babbling and he felt electric shocks pulsing from deep inside him. Clark was pulling at his hips and urging him on and then he couldn't last any longer and he came with endless spasms, shooting down Clark's throat.

Eagerly swallowing the hot salty fluid, Clark kept sucking at Lex's softening flesh until there were whimpers coming from above him. Letting the limp cock fall out of his mouth, Clark stood slowly and, reaching for Lex's mouth, shared the flavor of his come with him.

Lex had slipped a hand in between them and at the first stroke of his talented fingers over the bulge in his pants, Clark moaned loudly. He was hard and aching and his underwear was wet with precome.

"So gorgeous," Lex whispered into his mouth, as his fingers slipped under Clark's red shirt to touch warm skin, to trace patterns over the muscles that rippled as he touched them. "Wanted to do this for so long..."

Strong agile fingers encased his cock and Clark groaned as Lex jacked him roughly. "Oh God, Lex," he whispered, his head falling into the curve of the older man's neck.

"You like that?" Lex whispered silkily, and Clark shook in his arms. Lex's voice whipped through him and his skillful hands knew just what to do. Lex kept talking, saying hot, dirty things, and soon Clark was exploding between the both of them, sucking on Lex's neck as he came endlessly.

They finally pulled apart, and Lex held Clark's gaze as he slowly licked Clark's ejaculate from his fingers. "So good, Clark," he rasped. "Do you know how long I've wanted to taste you? To have you come in my arms?"

Clark pulled back further at those words to look at the man in his arms. "Then why all the women, Lex?" he asked.

Shaking his head, Lex licked his lips. "I... Didn't you notice that I had a pattern, Clark?"

Clark snorted. "Yeah. According to your father, you go after women that remind you of your mother."

Lex stared, and then smiled. "Clark, since when does my father know that much about me?" Pulling Clark closer, he whispered, "My mother had very red hair. All the women, and men, I pursue now are tall and gorgeous with dark hair."

"Men?" Clark started when Lex said that he had been with men as well.

Nodding, Lex elaborated. "I prefer men actually."

"So, you like to pick up people who are tall and dark haired?"

"And who have soft red lips that remind me of the person who saved me," Lex whispered.

Suddenly speechless, Clark simply stared into Lex's eyes for a long moment. Was Lex saying...?

"You, Clark. It's always been you," Lex said. "I figured I could never have you so I tried to substitute. I... I'm sorry."

Hugging Lex even closer, Clark turned his head and kissed the sensitive spot over his left temple. "It's ok. I'm yours, Lex. I've always been yours."

"Let's get out of here then, Clark," Lex said. "I am not done with you yet."

Shivering at the promise in Lex voice, Clark nodded and the two men tucked themselves back into their clothes and left, hand in hand.

Behind them, the computer screen showed Lex, his face locked in a rictus of pleasure.

~Fin