Yes

by Caroline

http://linabean4.tripod.com

NOTES: This story features the reappearance of your friend and mine, Clark the slut. I mean, I know he's a sweet boy and only fifteen. But I'm sweet too, and when I was fifteen, I...well. Never mind.

FEEDBACK: You know you want to. Well, maybe you don't. But I want you to <smiling shyly and batting eyelashes>

Yes
by Caroline
fannishbean@gmail.com

Clark moved a stray piece of cardboard to rest on the ground in front of him before he got down on his knees. He pressed his face into the crotch of the man who had pushed down on his shoulder and was now cupping the back of his neck. He inhaled deeply.

He rubbed his cheek against the hard, cloth-covered bulge. After a moment, he undid the man's fly. Tom. The guy was calling himself Tom. He pulled Tom's jeans and underwear down his thighs and smiled at the cock that seemed to strain towards his mouth.

He leaned in and slowly licked the underside of it, from the base to the tip, then gently moved his wet lips against the head.

"Fucking tease..." Tom said, fisting Clark's hair in his hand.

Clark glanced up at him, rolled his eyes, and took the length of it into his throat.

"Oh Christ," Tom said. "Yeah..."

Clark slowly bobbed his head, moving his mouth up and down Tom's dick, lapping against it with his tongue.

Tom thrust further into his mouth. "Fucker," he gasped.

Clark pulled off and looked up at him. "Don't talk."

The guy blinked. "Who the fuck are you?"

Clark gritted his teeth, blew out an annoyed breath, then lowered his head to take in Tom's cock again, not stopping until his nose was resting against Tom's belly.

Tom worked his hips back and forth. "Take it...bitch..."

Clark let the guy's dick slip out of his mouth again and said, "Don't talk."

The guy pulled on Clark's hair a little. "You faggot...don't fucking tell me what to do."

Clark rolled his eyes. "Right," he said. "I'm the faggot. You're not gay; you just sneak away from your wife and come and do boys in the parking lot of a gay bar."

Tom rubbed his thumb against the thin, white band of skin on his left ring finger. "You're the one with the dick in your mouth."

"Yeah," Clark said. "I'm a cocksucker. I like sucking cock. So shut up and let me do it, all right?"

Tom shrugged. "All right."

Lex stepped out of the side entrance and inhaled deeply. "That's about what I expected," he muttered to himself.

He smiled to himself as he noticed a guy sucking someone off by the dumpster. As he was about to turn his head, he looked again, harder. That guy on his knees...

The guy getting sucked must have felt his gaze, because he looked up and stared at Lex challengingly.

Lex shook his head and shrugged, looking away.

Tom looked back down at Clark.

Clark moaned a little around the cock in his mouth, breathing hard through his nose.

Tom shoved deep into Clark's throat a final time, then shuddered. Clark slowly dragged his lips up and off.

Tom cupped the back of Clark's head and shook it a little. "Swallow," he said.

Clark got up, his throat working. "I always swallow," he said disdainfully.

Standing up, Clark was taller than the guy. Broader, too.

Tom seemed to lose some of his punch. He quickly did up his pants. He took out his wallet and handed Clark a couple of bills.

Clark looked down at them. "I didn't ask for your money."

"I know," Tom said. "Just, you know...take it."

He hurried away.

Clark shrugged and slipped the money into his back pocket. He let out a long breath, then jerked himself a couple of times through his jeans, hard. He bit his lip, and his hand stilled.

He rubbed his fingers over his mouth.

Lex smoothed his hand over his scalp and stepped closer.

"Hi, Clark," he said quietly.

Clark spun around. "Jesus!" he said. His eyes were wide. "Lex. Jesus."

"What're you doing out here?" Lex asked.

Clark shrugged. "They won't let me inside without an ID."

Lex nodded.

"You do this often?" he asked.

"Um, not really," Clark said. "I guess. I first came here a couple months ago, during summer break."

There was a short pause. "Your parents know you're not asleep in bed?" Lex asked.

"I told them I was going camping," Clark said.

"'Camp,'" Lex said. "I have to admire your choice of words."

"They're not going to find out or anything," Clark said. "It's not like I know anyone who comes here."

Lex nodded.

Clark stammered, "Well, I mean..."

"Yeah," Lex said.

Clark nudged the piece of cardboard with the toe of his shoe. "So what do you think of the ol' Cornhole?"

Lex laughed. "Is that the local nickname for this place?" he asked. "That's...charming."

"You're not worried about people knowing that you come here and everything?" Clark asked.

Lex shook his head. "Nah. I'm allowed to be eccentric."

"That must be nice," Clark said.

"I'm afforded certain luxuries," Lex nodded.

"So I guess this isn't anything like what you must be used to in Metropolis," Clark said.

Lex shrugged. "Yeah. The ambiance isn't exactly my style. The music in particular..."

"Oh, they have both kinds here," Clark said. "Country and western."

Lex smiled. "That's a good line."

Clark nodded. "Good movie."

"Lots of car crashes," Lex said.

Clark looked down at his feet.

"Clark, you ever think it might be dangerous to be out here, with no one knowing where you are, at the mercy of strange men, who might want you to do things you don't want to do?"

Clark looked up. "I can take care of myself."

"Really," Lex said. He quickly moved behind Clark, bending him over, holding him close with his arm against Clark's throat. "What would you do?" Lex whispered in his ear.

Clark twisted and shoved Lex against the dumpster, one hand at his throat and the other cupping his balls threateningly. "I'd be okay."

Lex looked down at Clark's hand, then back into Clark's eyes.

Clark tightened his grip on Lex's throat briefly, then let go.

Lex coughed softly.

The mulish expression left Clark's face. "Oh, God, are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Lex said, his voice a little raspy. "I asked for it."

"No, but I mean--" He moved closer to try to look at Lex's throat. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Lex said.

Clark ran his hand through his hair. "Jesus, I could've crushed your windpipe or something--"

"Clark," Lex said. He took Clark's hand in his. "You didn't hurt me."

Clark nodded slowly. "Okay."

"Let me drive you home," Lex said.

Clark pulled away, his face closing off. "No."

"We'll go to my home," Lex said.

"Oh," Clark said. "All right."

Lex flipped on some lights and locked the door behind them.

Clark looked around. "You don't have any--" he started. "I mean, is there anyone else here?"

Lex smiled. "You mean the servants?"

"Um," Clark said. "Yeah."

"I do need help with the house," Lex said. "They live in a separate building, though. I like having the place to myself."

"So you've got the choice, and you choose solitude," Clark said.

Lex shrugged. "It's what I'm used to." He smiled faintly.

"Oh," Clark said.

"C'mon upstairs," Lex said.

Lex walked over to the lamp on the nightstand and turned it on. It let off a soft glow.

Clark stood awkwardly by the bed. He rubbed his fingertips against the duvet. "Is this filled with down?" he asked.

Lex looked over his shoulder at him. "Yes." He turned around. "It's funny; I used to be allergic to it as a kid, but I've grown into it."

Clark nodded. "Nice."

"You want to get cleaned up?" Lex asked.

"Oh, um, yeah," Clark said. "Yes."

"There's a bathroom right there," Lex said, pointing to a door. "There should be towels in the closet."

"Okay," Clark said.

"I'll get you something to change into," Lex said.

Clark nodded. He started to take off his shirt, and Lex left.

Lex came back in. "Clark?" he called.

The bathroom door was open partway. Lex knocked on it, then entered.

Clark was soaking in the sunken tub. He lifted his head and looked at Lex. "I don't take baths very often," he said. "I usually shower."

Lex nodded. "Me too. But it can be hard to resist tubs like that, don't you think?"

Clark closed his eyes and rubbed a washcloth over his chest.

Lex came to sit beside him. "I don't think any of my pajamas would fit you. So this is the best I could do." He gestured to the black silk boxers and the thick cotton robe he'd laid beside him.

Clark opened his eyes and looked. He nodded.

Lex sat there quietly.

After a moment, Clark said, "You didn't seem that surprised to see me there."

Lex nodded. "I generally don't let people surprise me. It puts me at a disadvantage."

"I guess so," Clark said. "...I was surprised to see you there."

"I guess there's a lot you don't know about me," Lex said.

"Yeah," Clark said.

"What don't I know about you?" Lex asked.

Clark shrugged and shook his head. "There's not that much to me."

Lex tilted his head. "I'm not so sure."

"You want to get my back?" Clark asked.

"Sure," Lex said.

Lex pushed up his sleeves and Clark leaned forward. Lex took the washcloth from him and began to slowly stroke the back of Clark's shoulders. He squeezed the washcloth, letting the hot water trickle down Clark's back.

Clark sighed. "That feels good," he murmured.

Lex slowly, firmly stroked lower. Clark lowered his head, exposing the back of his neck. Lex massaged it with his free hand.

"Mm," Clark said quietly.

Lex continued to sweep up and down Clark's back, slowly, holding himself steady with one hand on Clark's shoulder.

"Lex..." Clark said.

Lex made shorter strokes with the cloth, then let his hand come to a stop. "There you go," he said. He laid the washcloth down.

Clark leaned back again and looked up at Lex. He could see the underside of Lex's chin from this angle.

"You're going to have a bruise," Clark said, touching Lex's throat.

"It's okay," Lex said. He gently brushed his hand over Clark's hair. "I'll let you get dressed."

"Okay," Clark said.

He stood up, and Lex handed him a towel. Lex smiled at him and left, closing the door most of the way.

Clark dried off carefully, then regarded the clothes Lex had brought him. He put on the boxers, leaving the robe where it was.

Clark slowly walked back into the bedroom. Lex turned to regard him.

"These feel nice," Clark said, gesturing to the boxers.

"Yeah, I like them," Lex said.

Clark raised his eyebrows. "So they're yours, not some set of...guest boxers?"

Lex smiled. "Yeah. They're clean, though."

Clark nodded.

"Hey, Clark," Lex said, moving closer. He squeezed Clark's upper arm. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

Clark's brow furrowed.

"Good night," Lex said softly.

He left.

Clark remained where he was standing, then went to sit on the edge of the bed. He looked down at the floor.

Clark stood up. He took off Lex's boxers and started to put his clothes on. He looked distastefully at his own shorts and decided to leave them there. He could do without.

He poked his head out of the bedroom door. There was a light coming from a room down the hall. He edged out of the room and walked along the side of the hall, near the wall, in case the floorboards creaked.

He paused outside of the room with the light on. He could hear the tapping of a computer keyboard. He started to ease his way past.

"Clark?" he heard.

He turned and looked into the study. Lex was standing behind his desk.

"Yeah," he said.

"You need anything?"

Clark shrugged. "I just--I don't want to bother you. You're working, and--"

"It's okay," Lex said, walking from behind the desk toward him.

Clark glanced at the staircase. "I should go," he said.

Lex shook his head and touched Clark's cheek. "I'm sorry, Clark. I didn't mean to leave you alone. I just thought you wanted some rest."

"Oh. No. No, that's fine," Clark said. "It's just that I should--"

"Come on," Lex said, putting his arm around Clark's shoulder, leading him back to the bedroom.

"Make yourself comfortable," Lex said.

Clark took off his jeans and shirt again, folding them and putting them on a chair. He stood naked in front of Lex, glancing at his face before he looked away. He got into the bed and slid under the covers.

Lex sat beside him, on the edge of the bed, looking down at him.

"You're still figuring out a lot of things about yourself, Clark," Lex said.

"Isn't everybody?" Clark asked.

Lex smiled. "Maybe." He waited a moment. "What's going on with Lana?"

Clark sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "She's going out with the star football player."

"I know," Lex said. "But how do your feelings for her fit in with...the rest of this?"

Clark shook his head. "I don't know. I think I might love her--am I old enough to really be in love with somebody?"

"I don't know," Lex said.

"Well, it's..." Clark started. "It seems to be a really...chivalric thing. I want to impress her; I want her to admire me. But at the same time...I don't want to take her off her pedestal. With whatever other shit I'm doing, being a freak, blowing guys next to a dumpster, whatever..." He shrugged. "I can look up to her. I don't think I want to bring her down to my level. You know?"

Lex nodded. "I do," he said. "It's kind of the same way I feel about you, Clark."

Clark blinked. "Me?" He laughed humorlessly. "Like I'm some pure ideal you'd corrupt?"

"Yes," Lex said.

Clark shook his head. His eyes seemed to darken. "So you want to think of me as someone you don't dare get close to; I should stay away for my own good; you want me to be some...untouchable or something?"

Lex gently smoothed his thumb over Clark's brow.

"Don't say yes," Clark whispered.

He reached for Lex, drew him down. He kissed him slowly, deliberately.

He pulled away slightly. "Don't say yes," he said.

Lex didn't.

The end