Chapter 5
Using her feet, Buffy lifted her hips off the bed just enough to allow Lex to slide her pants down. A moment later, she straightened her legs again so the heavy fabric slid off easily. Her underwear came off at the same time, and she blushed just a little over being naked beneath their half-dressed bodies. But she held still and let them look.
Hopefully admire but she wasn't holding her breath. Buffy knew she wasn't even in the same league where they were concerned. Too small, too thin, too damaged - even if most of that damage was on the inside rather than the outside, she knew it changed how she looked. Sometimes even she thought she looked old before her time. In essence, she was everything they weren't. It would be nice if they liked what they saw but she didn't expect it.
Even if Lex looked like he wanted to eat her alive.
Tiny and perfect, a precious jewel laid out along his favorite coverlet. Certainly not a sight he'd expected when he woke up this morning. Nor was Kent for that matter but Lex was at least used to seeing Clark. Not used to him here but definitely used to the subtle prickle of his presence, the electric hum under his skin that marked every moment he spent in Clark's company.
The rules of attraction were a source of endless fascination for Lex. He understood Clark's pull because Clark, for all his innocence, fit into Lex's definition of physical perfection. Tall, long elegant lines, dark thick hair with the texture even the best fabric could only imitate, eyes he could fucking swim in, a mouth he wanted quite simply to fuck.
After all, he'd spent the better part of the last three days of board-room meetings detailing just how well and how long he would fuck Clark's mouth if the opportunity ever arose. All in his head of course. No need to shock the senior members with telling them how much he wanted to bang his best friend. It might affect the price of LuthorCorp stock if they knew the heir apparent hit from both sides of the plate.
And a drop in their stock price would be something his father would notice, even with his new disability. A disability that, once Lex abandoned the guilt factor and went to the purely egocentric level, turned out to have a silver-lining.
With being blind, the old man never caught just how hard those endless meetings were for Lex... or more precisely, how hard he was during them. Thereby saving both of them and any innocent bystanders endless lectures involving the Greeks, much to Lex's relief. The very mention of the Greeks with Clark Kent on the brain came under the banner headline of bad idea as well as the accompaniment of several moments of mouth-watering and slack-jawed contemplation.
Lex shook his head, laughing silently at himself as he continued to study Buffy. Rationalization and self-absorption, the pabulum of the masses, apparently worked just as well for Luthors as it did for the rest of the world. Time to leave thoughts of Dad behind and concentrate on the now. And the now was as simple as warm skin under his hands and his lips and as complicated as any Gordian knot ever laid out for a doomed hero to untangle.
Where to start, where to start... Clark was his type - Buffy wasn't. She was attractive, there was no denying that and in certain circles she would be the epitome of beauty. But emotionally - not his usual style at all - at least where women were concerned. Not brash or calculating and with the little amount of exposure he'd had so far, much too honest for her own good.
Completely different from the women who populated his world.
And so little, a waist he could span with both hands. Shoulders that felt like they'd snap in two at the slightest pressure. Nice breasts though, no wonder Clark was drawn to them. High and full and just the right weight in his palm. Lean, almost too lean and memories of his anorexic model period weren't welcome here as he admired the rise of her hips and yes, God, those legs.
Perfect, perfect legs. They belonged on a dancer or a long distance runner or on what she was. A gymnast who could put the current U.S. Olympic hopefuls to shame. Just the thought of them wrapped around his waist or his neck was enough to convince Lex to discard his previous standards and accept that this was the woman he wanted in his bed... for as long as he could have her.
Still bent on admiring the whole package, Lex brushed his knuckles over the soft mat of blonde hair between those incredible legs. A natural blonde, how... charming. He slipped one finger in between the lips, seeking out heat. The finger coated instantly as did the next. Longing for a taste of her, Lex slid down the bed until his mouth was even with her navel. He kissed her there, tongue dipping in for a second and then back out.
Mmmmm.... bliss.
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Oh God. Clark's eyes widened as he watched Lex move. He was going to... yes, he was still sliding down and Buffy was rising to meet him. The tiny scar of Lex's upper lip caught Clark's attention again as Lex licked it, then licked her. Right between her legs, his tongue parting the crisp curls and finding something Lex really liked the taste of... if the way he closed his eyes and moaned was any indication at all.
Probably the dirtiest thing he'd ever seen. Pete's collection of porn, all those magazines that Pete'd sneaked out of his brother's room, had nothing on the real thing. And watching it only made him harder.
Buffy's little crooning pleasure-sounds began to fill the room as Lex's tongue moved over her. Darting touches, knowing touches. Like nothing she'd ever felt before. Oh God, was he good... very good. He touched her light enough to tease but with enough pressure to avoid tormenting her. She felt his tongue reach inside her, catching every drop and savoring it... savoring her.
A questioning sound from beside her caught Buffy's attention. Clark was up on one elbow, his mouth half-open as he watched Lex and then shot her a nervous glance. He looked stunned, possibly a little scared. Definitely in need of an explanation. Buffy met Clark's wide-eyed gaze and smiled. "What he's doing feels so good," she murmured, breathing heavier already.
Okay, good. He didn't think Lex was hurting her but it was always a good idea to check. Just in case she needed, you know, rescuing. He was good at rescuing. That was easy. This... well, Clark wasn't completely sure what this was but it sure wasn't easy.
Mainly because he wanted to be where Lex was right now.
He didn't want to stick his nose in like a jealous puppy but Clark really wanted to taste what Lex was tasting. Wanted to know what his friend... no, what his lover was tasting that was so wonderful it had him thrusting against the bed below them. Trying not to whine, Clark slid further down so he could get a closer look. Lex's eyes were still closed but they opened as soon as Clark eased into place next to him.
The two men exchanged a look and Lex lifted his head from its haven. He turned toward Clark, a question ready on the tip of his tongue. A question that never got asked because Clark was on him in a flash, licking his cheek and his chin and pressing kiss after clumsy kiss against his mouth and missing the mark with almost all of them. Never staying long anywhere in his effort to know that sweet taste, to make it part of himself.
**Eagerness, thy name is Clark Kent.** Breathing might become an issue but Lex was willing to deal with it as Clark finally found his mouth and settled in for a protracted game of oral hockey. A game Lex thoroughly enjoyed, much more than the name-sake sport. Here there was no puck, not nearly as much violence and only one goal - melting each other's brains.
Buffy watched Clark pounce on Lex, licking and kissing. It was both completely adorable and incredibly erotic. Two sexy, half-naked men kissing each other and sharing her taste, above her nude body. Quite the picture, and it sent sparks of lust through her just watching them. Good God, but they made an incredible picture...
Bronzed fingers curved around the base of Lex's head, holding him in place when he tried to move away. Clark followed him, being dragged into position over Buffy's body. After a moment or two, his grip relaxed and their mouths parted with an audible pop. They looked at each other, Clark with a hesitant smile on his face and Lex... well, the term self-satisfied smirk came to mind.
"No need to ask if you liked that," Lex murmured, watching as Clark's smile cranked up full-bore. It was a good thing he'd closed the curtains, otherwise people four counties away would have been blinded. And wouldn't that make an interesting head-line. "Why not try it for yourself?"
"I don't know how," came the breathless reply, his attention slipping from Lex to Buffy and then back again. Dark eyes, fully blown in the dim light and Lex had never seen Clark so unsure. Innocence at its finest and all his to corrupt. "This is all new to me..."
Even the quaver was something straight out of his hottest wet dream. Clark asking him for advice about how to go down on someone and no high school princess in sight. It didn't get any better than this. He was going to go to hell but the look on Clark's face and the bruised feel of his own mouth were worth an eternity of damnation. Now if he could just keep from sounding like a third-rate porno...
"You have to start somewhere. I can help." Gently, Lex moved out from between Buffy's legs. She made some sound of protest and Lex caressed her stomach and her flanks as he moved. Little strokes, tender touches to let her know she wasn't an object or a merely a tool for this lesson.
Far from it.
She was the reason why there was a lesson. "Take my place, Clark."
Carefully, Clark lowered himself into the space between Buffy's legs, his face flushed and breath coming faster by the minute. His eyes were fixed on the tender pink lips and the light dusting of gold surrounding them. When he felt Lex's hand on the back of his head, he didn't resist. He allowed himself to be led into whatever was going to happen next. "Just lick, Clark. Start at the bottom and move up to the top. Think of an ice cream cone... it's a summer's day and you're so hot and so thirsty and this is going to taste so good."
Buffy listened to Lex as he coached Clark. His voice was soft and low, and it sent gentle shivers across her body as he told Clark how to begin. She'd never realized just how sexy a voice could be, but after this she didn't think it would ever fail to excite her.
Lex's voice was so smooth; the closest she'd ever heard before had come from Angelus. Usually when he thought what he was saying would crush her. She knew she liked partners who spoke gently to her, like Riley had... but with Riley, it was more like she was responding to the emotions underlying the words.
With Lex, she heard little more than genuine desire and casual affection when he spoke to her. But the simple sound had her shivering as if his voice were a feather-light caress against her skin. Amazing. She wondered where he'd learned that sort of tone and quality... but she didn't feel like asking, really.
Clark closed his eyes, nuzzled Buffy's thigh and then followed Lex's careful instructions. He licked once, catching the musk and the heat and oh God she tasted like nothing else in the world. Buffy tasted right and he had to get more of it. A second lick convinced him and with his typical exuberance, Clark dove right in, burying his nose and his chin into her while he tried to follow every single drop.
At the first touch of Clark's tongue, Buffy tipped her head back and moaned as pleasure rushed through her body. He lacked subtlety, but he made up for it with pure enthusiasm. She did her best to hold still and let him explore, but her control broke when his tongue grazed by her clit. Even that tiniest bit of a touch there had her crying out softly and arching her hips up in silent plea to do that again.
Finding a balance between being an instructor and wanting to cause those noises himself was a difficult thing. But Lex was used to challenges, he'd cut his teeth on business deals that left lesser men broken. He could certainly handle this.
Time to be the coach now. He could be the player later.
"That's it, Clark. Can you find that spot again? It's a little bump right... there." Lex smiled as Buffy arched upward again, crying out both their names. "Good. Go easy on it. Not too much. Yeah, that's it. Kent, you're a natural."
Listening to Buffy's cries and Lex's quiet praise reminded Clark of his own condition. He ground himself against the bed, seeking out pressure... anything that would help the deep down ache building inside of him. She tasted so good and he wanted to keep licking but he also wanted to crawl up on top of her and just get inside. Selfish as hell but he was at third base and the home stretch was looking really good.
While he continued to lick at that little spot, Clark squirmed across the bed. The movement fascinated Lex, drawing and keeping his eyes on Kent's hips and the ass he really wanted to fuck today. The thought of watching Clark rub himself off to a quick come was entertaining but there were so many other things they could do with his dick. After a few more minutes of study and a particularly inspired wriggle, Lex reached under Clark and undid the button on his jeans.
Clark froze in place, lifted his head and waited breathlessly for what was going to happen next. Clothes coming off was a given but was Lex going to touch him some more? Great, another reason to be really nervous. He got the mechanics of how women and men fit together, he'd been raised on a farm after all and X-ray vision tended to kick in at the darnedest times.
Seeing his folks doing that almost scarred him for life.
But he didn't know how guys could have sex together. Blow-jobs, sure but wouldn't that get a little old? Where else could a dick go... Oh. Oh! Oh man, he was an idiot. Lex didn't want to do that, did he? Okay, he was not going to freak, he was not going to freak but if Lex put a hand on his ass he was going to levitate.
And it wasn't going to be due to his being an alien.
"Don't stop, Clark. I'm just going to help you get more comfortable." The zipper followed next and the bed dipped then rose as Lex got off of it. Clark felt Lex untying his boots and slipping them off. His socks went next and then strong hands tugged on his jeans, pulling them down. He should probably raise up to give Lex a hand but there was warm breath on his back and it was all he could do to keep from melting. God, maybe he did want Lex to... fuck him.
"Yes, Clark, please don't stop," Buffy pleaded softly. Her hands went to his head, fingers tangled into his hair, and she gently urged him to return to what he'd been doing. At the same time, though, she watched Lex undress Clark. She didn't think she could ever get tired of watching these two gorgeous men together. They complimented each other; tall and strong both of them, and their differences accented their similarities.
They made her feel truly tiny, but also very safe. And that very feeling of safety was something she'd never realized that she needed to feel, until now. Having felt its lack in the past, she now knew just how much she needed to feel it... and she knew she'd never take it for granted again.
The last time Buffy had felt this completely safe, outside of Heaven, had been longer ago than she really liked to think about. The end of summer, a year and some nine or ten months ago. With Riley, before the semester started again, before Dracula had shown up. So many of the strongest positive emotions were tied up in that timeframe...
And had been absent, or mostly, ever since.
Giving in to her plea, Clark dipped his head back down. It took a few tries to find that spot again but he knew he hit it when Buffy trembled. Wanting to touch as well as taste, he ran one hand up and down the inside of her thigh. The other hand he used to help lift up so Lex could get his jeans off, leaving him wearing nothing but his boxers. The cool air actually felt good on his legs and helped calm him down more. The pressure was off a little, enough so that he could relax and get back into what he was doing.
He could deal with being in just his boxers in front of Lex. It wasn't the first time he'd been this undressed in front of his friend but this time he could breathe and there was no chance of his passing out or dying. The room was a little chilly but it wasn't freezing cold so he could deal. He could even act cool about it.
At least he could until he felt a kiss laid in the small of his back. Being cool suddenly translated into panic and Clark jumped, almost rising all the way off the bed. The pressure behind him and to the side shifted abruptly and Clark turned his head to in time catch Lex moving away.
Rapidly.
The mask he was used to seeing on Lex's face snapped firmly into place and there was probably a smooth apology ready on his lips. Closed down and closed off, the Lex no-fly zone miles wide again, personal space no longer an option but something engraved in stone and that wasn't what Clark wanted.
Not here, not now.
Not ever.
What to do?
The answer to that was pretty clear.
Be honest, Kent.
For once in his life, Clark was going to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. And hopefully keep Lex from retreating any further. Whatever Lex was about to say, whatever carefully worded and probably eloquent apology got stopped short with a quiet and to-the-point, "Don't. It's okay, Lex. You startled me, that's all."
Lex... blinked. A movement that took an honest-to-God eternity from Clark's point of view. Of course, life-turning events did that. Either they happened so fast he couldn't breathe or so slow that he could actually count out the seconds as see when everything shifted.
Pale lids swept down and then back up and when Lex looked at him again, the mask dropped. Gone like it had never been there in the first place. And in its absence was a Lex Clark really wanted to know. A little vulnerable and a whole lot honest and just seeing that look on Lex's face made him hard again.
Wow, the truth was a turn-on.
Who knew?
A hesitant Lex was a sexy Lex and by the time he finally got around to saying something, Clark was ready to jump him. Throw him down on the bed and kiss him and yeah, suck him and maybe, just maybe let Lex get within five feet of his ass with the hard-on Lex was trying to hide by tucking his hands in his pockets.
"I... you need to set some ground rules for me, Clark. I need to know where I can touch and what's off-limits." While Buffy had given both of them free reign, Clark hadn't. The soft skin right above the line of his boxers had just been so damned tempting. Lex wanted to find out if it was as exquisite as it looked and he was used to simply taking what he wanted.
But Clark wasn't a possession. He wasn't one of the pretty boys Lex could buy off with a roll of cash or a new car. This was Clark. This was his best friend. Someone he was so desperately in love with that he would gladly give up his inheritance and live as a dirt-poor Kansas farmer for the rest of his life as long as he could be here... with Clark. Either in his bed or simply in his life.
He couldn't lose that. He wouldn't lose that. His dick could just shut up about how good Kent's ass would look out of those boxers. If Clark didn't want to be touched, then he wouldn't touch.
He'd watch and he'd coach and when Buffy and Clark were done, he'd let them go. And spend the next three hours in the shower, beating off until his damned dick was so sore that it wouldn't even think of making an appearance for at least a month or more.
Almost forgotten as her companions stared at each other, Buffy sat up slowly and curled her legs up beside her. This needed resolution if they were going to go any further. She leaned down to kiss Clark softly when she saw the worried and almost hurt expression on his face. "I'll move back in a minute if that's what you want, Clark. But Lex is right, and this is important... you need to think about it and not have me distracting you. Lex needs to know what's okay, and so do I. Neither of us wants to do anything you don't want us to."
She looked up into Lex's eyes and knew that her comment was true for both of them, as she'd said. He might want things that Clark wouldn't be comfortable with yet, but he would never push Clark into anything. And neither would she. The rest was up to Clark... what he wanted and how much he trusted them.
Sitting up himself, Clark drew his knees up to his chest. In that moment he looked his age, barely sixteen and in over his head. That reminder of youth and uncertainty was almost enough to send Lex out of the room. Again. Despite Clark's protests that he wanted him there and his own dogged determination to stay, this would probably go better if he vacated.
Let the boy and the girl play together and send the deviant freak to go hide somewhere else. Let them have their games while he crawled up into his solitary tower and raved about the bells that drove him to the brink of madness. Or better yet, there should be a company somewhere in need of a hostile takeover he could entertain himself with until they were done. Then all of them could have a civilized lunch and he could congratulate himself on his first foray into truly selfless behavior.
Clark liked girls. How many times did he have to watch the boy light up whenever the admittedly lovely Ms. Lang or the feisty Ms. Sullivan entered a room before it actually sunk in? Clark was straight and he was only going along with this so he could be with Buffy and perhaps benefit from Lex's superior knowledge where women were concerned.
Steeling himself to make polite noises and then a swift exit, Lex turned away from the bed, only to hear Clark's quiet comment. "Lex... don't. You're shutting me out again and you know I hate that." Gentle tone, indulgent even, but underneath lurked a hint of steel, a portent of the man Clark would become someday.
Which was enough to set off a whole new set of Luthorian alarm bells.
Since when did Kent have the right to order him around? And why did that little crack in Clark's voice at the very end of that unsubtle dig get to Lex more than anything else in the world? The kid had far too much power over him and it was time he put an end to it.
Lex Luthor was nobody's bitch.
It was time to shut him down and shut this down and go back to his solitary existence.
Ready with the ammunition that would cut Kent down to size, Lex turned back around. The words never left his mouth and his defenses crumbled in the span of time from one heartbeat to the next as he caught the look in Clark's eyes. Determined and yes... a little frightened but there was genuine affection and...
Oh Christ.
Lex sat down hard on the end of the bed. There was love in Clark's eyes. Or something very close to it. Which he'd never expected to see, not ever. This was supposed to be hot sex - the advanced course - not Wuthering Heights. Although Clark cast in the role of Catherine was worth a laugh or two. And Lex knew he'd probably look good in a pair of tight breeches and jack boots himself but wandering around on the moors completely out of his mind was not Lex's idea of fun.
And Clark was talking again. His lips were moving but the words didn't make any sense. Lex resisted the urge to shake his head, instead he blinked and somehow the words fell into place. Clark was giving him limits or actually no limits.
"Lex, you can do anything you like. Touch me, kiss... anything. I'm... I'm just a little nervous so you need to bear with me. The most I've ever done is kiss somebody until today." Clark looked down at the bedspread before unclasping his knees. He shifted until his legs were folded up underneath, a mirror of how Buffy was sitting.
He might as well come clean about why he jumped. Maybe then Lex would ease up a little. Make a joke, flash one of his rare real smiles and crawl back into bed with them. "You need to tell me what you want to do. I'm in the dark here... I've barely got the guy-girl thing figured out so the guy-guy thing... I'm clueless."
Buffy leaned over and kissed the side of Clark's neck. "It just takes a little time," she murmured. "You won't feel that way for long." Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who needed reassurance here. She slid off the bed and walked around to stand in front of Lex. After a moment of contemplation, Buffy slipped in between his legs and rested her hands on his chest as she looked up at him. She was unaware of the fact that her eyes were beginning to shine with tenderness born of her growing love for the both of them.
"He's right, though. If we all want this to work - and I know we do - then you can't shut us out. We need to know what you're thinking and feeling so we can reassure you that we don't want you to leave. Clark wants you here, I want you here... and I think you want you here, too. Be honest with us, love," the endearment slipped out without her noticing it, "because too many secrets will cause problems. Which, of course, means that we all really need to talk because there are some things I should tell you... but that can wait until later, I hope. Just... stay with us. Please?"
Lex nodded, more than a little startled at her choice of words. How could she put her finger so precisely on the largest problem that lay between him and Clark? Was she another one of Smallville's oddities - like the girl who could change shapes or the other Summers who damn near killed Clark? Could she read minds as well as seduce small-town boys into asking their best friends to introduce them to the joys of gay sex?
Because somehow she'd picked the one thing that doomed this new twist in his relationship with Clark even before it started. Secrets. Both the ones he kept from Clark and secrets Clark kept from him. Secrets could and would destroy them. And they didn't have to. That was the worst part of it.
He didn't want Clark's secrets so he could hurt him.
No.
He wanted to protect Clark, protect him from the fear Lex saw behind the boy's eyes whenever he asked him about the accident. There was a dented Porsche in his garage that bore mute evidence to the fact he hit Clark with it. Nothing else would have left those dents... and that's why he'd sicced that weasel Nixon on the story, because he needed to know the truth.
A mistake on his part. A monumental mistake, one that had Roger circling like a shark who smelled blood on the water and no matter how many times Lex told him the Kents were off limits, the man just didn't get it. Of course, there were a lot of things Nixon didn't get. The main one being that this was a shark-eat-shark world and coming up against Lex Luthor where his loved ones were concerned...
Well, the Inquisitor's hack was about to find out that in this case - his employer was a Great White.
He'd do anything to protect Clark. Anything... lie, cheat, steal.... kill. Anything. The only thing that worried him was Clark finding out. Which was why he didn't come clean about Rog or Hamilton or the whole Nicodemus thing. Lex knew he couldn't stand to see that look in Clark's eyes. The look of ultimate betrayal.
It took a supreme effort of will to shake off his anger and the sinking fear. But Buffy was looking for an answer and if they were going to get any further with this, he had to give one. Slowly, Lex reached up to cup her cheek, his thumb stroked bottom lip as he replied, "I'm here, Buffy."
The mind-reading phenomena now set aside for later inspection, Lex studied her face as well as the rest of her. Such a beautiful girl. Soft and gentle and everything that Vicki and Carrie and the rest of them were not. Why couldn't he have met someone like her instead of the women who inhabited his social strata? Maybe Princeton hadn't been the best idea. He would have investigated Stanford or UCLA, for God's sake, if it could have guaranteed his meeting a woman like this.
She was asking for his honesty and since that was the thing what he wanted most between himself and Clark, Lex was happy to give it. "I promise. No secrets. Not in this bed. I want you... I want both of you. Clark, how graphic do you want me to get?" Here was hoping that Clark would be able to take what he wanted to dish out.
Silence greeted that question and Lex hesitated, wondering if he'd pushed too far, too fast. Or if he should push some more. Do something, anything to get a reaction. Decision made, his voice shifted from gravel to honey, the last word a caress of his tongue against his lips, "I don't want to embarrass either of you but... I want everything."
A stuttered breath, maybe two and finally there was a response. "Umm... I dunno, Lex. Just warn me when you want to do something? And I'll warn you when I want to touch you?" The last words came out in a breathless rush as Clark dropped his hands to cover his lap.
The shift in Lex's voice had him painfully hard, again. Until this minute, Clark had no clue somebody's voice alone could do that to him. Or that Lex's voice could make him want to dive across the bed and you know... grab him.
Lex's voice had Buffy melting again, too. She was pretty sure it wasn't the words - Lex hadn't said anything that would embarrass her, and there hadn't been anything unusual in the comment from her point of view. Which meant it had to be the tone of voice. The sound flowed, like maple syrup and was just as slick and sweet.
If she hadn't wanted this all ready, Lex's voice would have convinced her all by itself.
While Clark watched, Lex looked over one shoulder at him and smiled. Which was all it took. That smile alone did it for Clark. Hard no longer even came close to describing his condition. Concrete, steel, titanium maybe but not hard. Nope, not hard...
The smile deepened and Clark actually whimpered. Soft and low and if the room hadn't been so quiet nobody would've heard that embarrassing noise. But Lex heard it. Clark was sure Lex heard it because the next thing Lex said in that same smooth tone melted Clark's brain. Or what was left of it... along with any doubt that nakedness, full-on nakedness was about to happen here.
Or at least his nakedness because Lex was still kinda dressed. More dressed than anybody had a right to be when all they were wearing was pants. Shoes and socks didn't count...
"Fair enough. I'll start... Move your hands. I want to see your cock." That said, Lex leaned over to kiss Buffy. His tongue slipped in past her lips, exploring gently while he waited for Clark's response. Given inexperience and Clark's shyness, Lex didn't expect much. A shift of those hands would be enough, a glimpse of the goal, maybe nothing more than the outline of what he'd held earlier pressed up hard and tight against cotton boxers.
That was all Lex really needed right now. Something simple, just the hint, the tease, the slow build would be enough because after today, after this, innocence would be gone. The truth of the matter was this - if and when Clark got naked, the only way the kid was going to leave this room was well-fucked.
Kent's ass, once bared, was going to be Lex's playground.
Lex could be patient. He'd been patient for over eight months so what was another few minutes or hours? Job had nothing on him where Clark Kent was concerned. So when he heard the rustling sound and something flew past both of them, Lex's eyebrows shot up. He turned back toward the bed to find Clark kneeling in the center of it.
Now he understood how Lot's wife turned into a pillar of salt. Clark was right there - completely nude, his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes fixed on the mattress in front of him. There were no words to describe that sight... none at all. If there were, his brain wasn't providing them at the moment. The only thing in his head beyond the random biblical reference was simply - my chin's wet, why is my chin wet? Please tell me that's not drool.
Buffy began to giggle when she spotted Clark's boxers halfway across the room, where he'd thrown them. While Lex took his time studying Clark, Buffy took matters into her own hands by unbuckling Lex's belt and sliding it loose from his pants. It fell to the floor even as she undid the button and zipper, the buckle thudding dully on the thick rug.
She knelt on the floor to remove his shoes and socks, then tugged gently on the hems of his pants legs. "You're a little on the overdressed side, Lex," she murmured when she got his attention. Not that she didn't understand why his eyes had riveted on Clark for so long. If his lower half was as impressive as his upper half, it would be enough to rob anyone of speech...
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Title: Unstoppable
Authors: Lex's Lady & Mistress Ace
E-mail: LexsLady@aol.com & rosewood@inreach.com
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Rating: NC-17 (eventually – or maybe quickly depending on the whim of the muses)
Category: Crossover, Romance, Angst
Spoilers: All of season 1 of Smallville and season 6 of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
Pairings: Buffy/Clark/Lex, m/f, m/m
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters at all (however much we might wish we did). Buffy and all references to BTVS are property of the great god Joss Whedon, et al. Clark, Lex and the Smallville storyline belong to Miller-Gough et al. We're just borrowing them for a while. We promise to put them back unharmed and perhaps a little happier.
Notes: ** denotes internal thought, * = italics.
Summary: What if the Summers girls moved to Smallville? What if Buffy discovered that Clark had a secret and thought he could use a confidant?
Dedications: From Em: To Ace, for her never-ending support and her willingness to work on this with me. She writes both Clark and Lex in a way I could never hope to achieve, and I couldn't possibly have done this on my own.
From Ace: To Em for reminding me why I love Buffy. To Beth for being my Smallville watching partner even when the scripts were awful. To the whole Clark/Lex list for opening my eyes to the potential here. And finally to Christina for her great story; Runaway Trains at 3 A.M. which was part of our inspiration. You can find it at: this site.