Sequel/Series: nope Pairing: Clark/Lex Rating: NC-17 Category: first time Archive: list archive Notes: I had this weird urge for marmite, and somehow I could just see Lex and marmite. No, I can’t explain me either LOL Warnings: nope Disclaimer: not mine Summary: Lex has a craving For all my CLex siblings ;)
Clark walked into Lex’s office, to see his friend hunched over his laptop, muttering. “Lex?” Lex barely glanced up at him and waved him over to the couch. With a small grin and a shake of his head, Clark sat down and watched. He’d seen Lex like this before, completely absorbed in something, almost to the exclusion of everything else. Clark took the opportunity to really study his friend, the way he wanted to all the time, but couldn’t risk. The way his cheeks were slightly flushed, how his eyes widened every so often then narrowed, usually accompanied by a muttered “No!”, “Damn!” or even “Fuck!”. His mouth was slightly open and Clark tried not to moan whenever the tip of his tongue flickered out to trace the scar on his top lip, the way Clark wanted to. Clark shifted uncomfortably, flushing, but happy. It wasn’t often he could indulge his urge to just sit and stare at his best friend. It had used to worry him, that he both wanted to, and enjoyed looking at Lex, that he found his best and very male friend beautiful. It had especially worried him that he found his beautiful friend attractive… more than attractive. For a long time, he’d avoided thinking about it, refused to think about it. Until of course he’d started dreaming about it, about him, and God what dreams! It still made him flush to remember his mother asking why he’d called Lex’s name out in the night, and the lie of nightmares he’d explained it away with. Clark returned his concentration to watching Lex, grinning at another muttered curse from his friend. “Fucking hell!” Clark sighed quietly and sat back on the couch, smiling softly at Lex. It had *used* to worry him. Not anymore though, some thorough soul searching, after not being able to ignore the dreams anymore, had led him to the realisation that he was in love. In love with Lex. Okay, so that *had* worried him, but he was just about comfortable with it now, at least enough to not be quite so nervous in Lex’s presence all the time now. Yes, he was comfortable, if resigned to being destined to fall for the unattainable. “Yes!” Lex’s exclamation startled him and he turned his attention fully back to his friend. “Yes, yes, yes.” Lex’s face was lit with triumph, lips curled into a shark-like grin. Clark carefully filed that look away to fuel his dominant Lex fantasies. “Find what you were looking for?” he asked quietly. Lex looked briefly startled, as if he’d forgotten Clark was there. Maybe he had. Clark smirked. “Yeah,” Lex sat back with a relaxed smile, “I did wonder for a while if I’d actually succeed. “So, what was so important?” Clark stood up and wandered over to the desk, perching on the edge to peer over at the screen. His leg brushed Lex’s knees, but he tried not to think about it. “Marmite,” Lex was staring at him strangely. “Marmite?” Clark raised an eyebrow, “What’s marmite?” “Yeast spread.” “Huh?” Clark blinked in confusion. “You eat it,” Lex was laughing at him now. Clark rolled his eyes, “You were concentrating that hard on finding a spread?” “Hey, I had a craving, I want some,” Lex pouted. “And you always get what you want, right?” Clark smiled to take any sting out of his words. Lex looked up at him. “Almost always,” he said quietly. Clark sucked in a quietly surprised breath at the slightly sad, resigned look that Lex was giving him. A look that Clark was getting used to seeing in the mirror. Could it mean the same thing? “You can, you know?” Clark almost whispered, not taking his eyes from Lex’s. the pink tongue tip flicked out again briefly and Clark bit his lip. “What do you mean?” his friend asked eventually. “Have everything you want,” Clark swallowed, “You can.” Lex’s lips parted and Clark thought he may even have caught a flicker of shock. “I don’t think you realise…” “Oh, I think, I hope… I do,” Clark’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as he leaned forward nervously and pressed his mouth against Lex’s. For a long, terrifying moment, Lex didn’t move and Clark nearly pulled away. But then hands caught in his hair and dragged him down so he was kneeling in front of the other man and his mouth was being ferociously plundered. And God, he was so hard, he’d dreamed of being in this position so often, in Lex’s office no less. Pulling back with a gasp, Clark stared up, wide eyed. He actually could see Lex start to withdraw, eyes shuttering, face blanking. He couldn’t let that happen, not now… now ever. “Lex, can I suck you?” Lex’s eyelids slammed down, hands gripped in his hair almost painfully, shoulders dropping back while his back and hips arched up. “Jesus!” “Lex?” Clark breathed worriedly. “I, God, Clark,” Lex’s eyes opened, lips parted around heavy breaths, “Are you sure about this?” Clark almost laughed, Lex could ask that? After the kiss, after what he’d asked? “You have no idea,” he answered, leaning up to rub his tight crotch against Lex’s shin. Lex gasped again, eyelids fluttering momentarily. “Oh, I think I do.” Lex’s voice was a low, rough drawl that made Clark want to lick and taste and touch and feel and take and give and God he couldn’t even keep up with his feelings, he just craved everything of Lex. The constricting hands slid out of his hair and down onto Lex’s lap, but Clark caught them and pulled them away. “No, I want to,” he whispered shyly. Gently, he slid his hands to Lex’s waist and slipped them under the band and round to the button. His friend’s stomach fluttered under his touch, and Clark quickly flicked open the button and pulled down the zipper. Lex lifted his hips to help him hitch down his pants and boxers and Clark stared. Lex’s erection was completely different to his own, long, slender, flushed, smooth and he was completely hairless. “Wow,” he whispered and bent down to inhale deeply, nuzzling against the soft skin. Moaning, Lex wriggled under him, “Please.” Clark could barely recognise his friend’s voice, the breathy huskiness making him even harder in his jeans. Holding Lex’s cock gently, Clark wrapped his lips round the head, lapping at the tip to taste. Lex moaned again and Clark looked up, meeting darkening eyes that almost pleaded with him. He swallowed, taking as much as he could without gagging, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked and licked. “God, Clark,” Lex gasped, “As soon… yes, harder… as I get the, oh, the marmite…” Lex stopped and gripped his hair tightly. Clark hummed questioningly making his friend buck up into his mouth. “I’m going to… suck it off you.” Oh God! Clark shoved a hand down his jeans and gripped his cock, tugging hard and fast, swallowing convulsively. Lex shuddered, hot come hitting the back of his throat. Clark swallowed and swallowed, remembering not to bite down as his own orgasm hit him and he came in his pants. Panting hard, Lex gently lifted his head up and stared at him, smiling softly. “Clark?” “I had a craving,” Clark smiled happily, licking his lips. Lex laughed and kissed him. FIN.