Category: Clark/Lex, futurefic, sillyfic
Rating: NC-17 for acts illegal in Kansas though maybe not Metropolis
Summary: Fully of the belief that Lex and Clark are meant to be, we bring
you the future...
Author Notes: Bonnie, Molly, Victoria, Lena, and Laura are responsible. But
notice the lack of caramel cows. Oh well.
Archiving: Yes
Disclaimer: Not ours, and DC must be ecstatic to know this right now.
"Crap," Lex said, walking into his apartment with a sour expression. The day had just sucked. "World domination, yet again, foiled. Machine destroyed, property damage, God, the repair bills *alone*... That bastard Superman--"
"Oh Lexxxx...." called a voice from the other room. Tossing his jacket onto his desk, covered with the latest in Top Secret Plans For World Domination (and take-out menus, because the cook was on strike from the last time Lex and Clark had used the kitchen recreationally), Lex meandered into the living room to see a caramel covered Clark Kent stretched out on the couch, apparently really putting to the test the stain-resistant spray Lex had ordered developed by his scientists since they'd ordered their tenth couch.
Clark was watching CNN. Again. Always the reporter, apparently.
"Bad night?" asked Clark, half sitting up and licking some stray caramel off his wrist, blue eyes worried. Lex sighed and went to the end table, picking up the decanter of brandy. "You're late."
"Yes, it was, and yes, I am." Even caramel farm-boys-cum-reporters just weren't quite enough to improve his mood. Though if Clark kept up that licking thing....
Clark tilted his head in perfect understanding. "Superman again?"
How Clark always knew that was one of the many things that made them soulmates--Clark ALWAYS seemed to know exactly what was wrong...and exactly how to fix it.
Caramel, for example....
"I had this machine--"
"Supermindcontrol machine, right?"
Lex nodded glumly and took a drink of brandy as he dropped onto the edge of the couch while Clark looked sympathetic and tasty at the same time. "Yeah. He *smashed* it. Into *pieces*. Small pieces." Lex sighed. It'd been such a beautiful machine, and so many geniuses had worked together to create it. Just--six months of nefarious planning, all ruined by Superman's untimely interruption. Drat.
"You can build another one, right?"
"He burned the plans," Lex answered darkly. And the building. And the countryside. Fried the computers too. At least the jet was okay, though God knew why he'd spared *that*...
"Oh. Sorry to hear it."
With a little sigh, Lex leaned back into the warm leather, avoiding the small puddle of caramel that had managed to accumulate on the cushion. Their housekeeper was seriously going to want overtime for cleaning this up. Clark, still covered in caramel, went searching for the remote control to turn off the TV, then sat down in Lex's lap.
Mm. Caramel covered Clark. So the day was looking up.
"You need a vacation," Clark said finally, carefully smearing caramel on the edges of Lex's ear before licking it off with the tip of his tongue.
"Vacation." Lex couldn't even imagine the concept. "I don't--"
"I know, work ethic, must take over the world or never rest, whatever. Think--Bermuda. Think sun, sand, little tropical drinks with umbrellas, lots of swimming. Nude sunbathing."
Well, that would be nice. Finding a caramel-covered shoulder, Lex nibbled
and considered. "But--"
"You have a board of directors and many, many evil--"
Lex made a protesting sound and Clark sighed, rubbing sticky fingers into Lex's shoulders.
"Okay, morally ambiguous minions. Surely someone else can try and maybe take over a quarter of the world while you get some sun. You're really too pale. All that time in the lab is going to seriously ruin your skin tone at this rate."
A caramel covered finger traced Lex's faint eyebrows, then down his nose to his lips, where he slid a tanned finger (and how did he stay so tan, here in the city?) over smooth, sensitive skin.
Lex sighed at the touch, his tongue snaking out, sliding around that sweet, strong finger, pulling it into his mouth.
They both shuddered, and Lex leaned forward, not caring about the caramel sticking to his five hundred dollar silk shirt. Letting Clark pull his finger free, Lex began nibbling on a cheek, then moving down the long neck, grinning into the sticky skin at the mess the caramel was making of Clark's thick black hair.
Lex shifted so he had a better position on the smooth leather of the couch, then took one caramel covered nipple in between his teeth, biting down, his body becoming distinctly more aroused as Clark shuddered, his caramel covered cock quivering.
Clark's strong fingers were tracing around his ears again, then up to the crown of his head, creating a patchwork of caramel. Leaning forward, Clark began licking, long, slow licks across Lex's caramel covered head, while his lover moved on to the other nipple.
"So--Bermuda?"
Lex chuckled against Clark's chest, then leaned back and stared at his sugar-coated lover.
"You think you're getting your way just with sex?"
Licking lightly at the corner of Lex's mouth, Clark dropped a hand to cover the erection quickly growing beneath the expensive wool.
"Always worked before."
Lex really couldn't argue with that, certainly not when the nimble fingers got the button undone and pressed the zipper down. Taking a breath, Lex felt Clark's hand close over him, sticky and warm, liberally smearing caramel from base to tip.
"Convince me."
Clark's smile was utterly beatific. How anyone could look that innocent and that debauched at the same time was utterly amazing--Lex never would have believed it if he hadn't seen it for himself.
"Easy."
In one quick motion, Clark dropped to the floor, pulling the trousers down with one quick movement and then tossing Lex's shoes and socks aside.
"Commando?"
Lex groaned softly at the feel of caramel fingers sliding up under his shirt.
"Was in a hurry--"
"Gotcha." Then, achingly slow, Clark licked the tip of Lex's erection and Lex let out a breath. Of all the things Clark had learned--and most of them being what Lex had taught him--Clark had taken to giving head with a talent that Lex had never found in any professional. Another teasing lick, before he took a quick breath and swallowed Lex whole.
"FUCK--"
Lex growled, feeling himself sliding inside Clark's mouth, down his throat... His eyes closed and he swayed.
The feeling in his belly kept getting heavier and hotter as Clark pulled back, keeping those full lips fastened around the head, sticky fingers sliding below, tracing that sensitive line from base to balls.
Lex fell back onto the couch with a groan, and it was a testament to Clark's knowledge of him, and his flexibility, that he followed, never letting Lex's cock free of his lips.
Sitting slumped on the couch, legs wide open, his farmboy on his caramel covered knees in front of him, Lex gave himself up to the sensation of being sucked by the most beautiful man he had ever found anywhere.
Clark smiled as Lex's hands slid over his head, the long, powerful fingers clutching hair which was hardening with rapidly drying clumps of caramel. He pulled away, only to have Lex pull him closer. Leaning forward again, he opened his mouth and licked. Looking up into Lex's blue-green eyes, Clark grinned, leaning in to place a kiss on the red, quivering head.
Drawing a finger up his own thigh, Clark took a dollop of caramel, and placed it on the soft skin of the head. Slowly, smiling as Lex moaned, he licked the caramel, mixed with the heady, salty taste of Lex.
"Clark...." Lex's voice dropped off to nothing as his hips started to undulate, his blood racing in his veins, screaming for release.
With a grin, Clark lifted his head.
"Bermuda."
"Private jet, whatever the hell you want." So he knew he'd give in. There were limits to even Supervillians' ability to hold out against persuasion like that.
With that, Clark took him in his mouth and swallowed. Everything went hot and bright behind Lex's eyes, feeling the rush begin that he couldn't stop even if he wanted, hands buried deep in dark hair, the blue eyes of his lover looking into his with perfectly serious intent, waiting that brief second as Lex tottered on the edge of orgasm before the next quick suck.
"FUCK!"
Long, blissful moments of sheer release, Clark's mouth warm and soft around his cock, before the afterglow took over and Lex slumped into the couch. Eyes closed, he heard Clark slide up onto the couch, sliding a leg on either side of his, and opened his eyes to look up at him.
"So--private jet huh?"
Lex groaned softly as caramel-covered fingers slid over his face and a delicate tongue began to lick.
"Fine. One week."
"Two weeks and I'll do this for you with chocolate in the Ferrari."
That was imagery even thoughts of world domination couldn't quite diminish.
Lex felt himself beginning to stir again at the interesting visions that floated in front of his eyes. He knew, as he stared into Clark's clear gaze, that his lover would do it in a heartbeat.
All to get away for two weeks with Lex.
"I'd have to get another one. I don't think even the Ferrari's upholstery could handle that, Clark," Lex said as he leaned forward, licking Clark's chest.
The caramel covered cock that sat just above his quivered. Leaning forward, Lex bent Clark backwards, once again surprised and delighted at the almost double jointed abilities of his lover.
"I'd be very careful, Lex," Clark moaned, shaking as Lex nibbled the flat washboard of his belly, sliding downwards.
They shifted, and soon Clark was on his back on the table in front of the couch, and Lex was glad they hadn't left the newspapers there this morning, because that might have been a bit uncomfortable for his caramel covered Clark.
As Clark always told him, recycling was important. After all, who wants to take over a world full of unrecycled newspapers?
Lex leaned over Clark, sliding up until they were face to face. "You're always careful, farmboy," he said, licking then kissing those full lips.
Moving downward, Lex kept licking, the oversweet taste of the caramel competing with the taste of Clark's skin.
When he reached Clark's abdomen, he nipped the soft skin, letting his hands slide down to fondle Clark's balls. His lover was tense, his skin tight with more than just drying caramel as Lex finally, finally, lowered his tongue to the caramel cock.
He lightly bit the engorged head, then worked his tongue down to the base. Clark whimpered as Lex moved to his knees on the floor, pulling Clark to the edge of the table. The whimper grew louder as Lex ignored the cock, waving in front of him, and instead, concentrated on the sensitive skin just inside Clark's thighs, nibbling, biting, removing the caramel.
Clark's hands were on his head, and Lex grinned against the smooth skin, knowing that Clark was frustrated by the lack of purchase on his bald head.
He moved up again, took Clark's cock in his mouth, letting his jaw drop, feeling the sweet skin slide inside, a warm, thick taste treat. Keeping his hands on Clark's hips, he sucked, then retreated, taking Clark's balls in his mouth, sucking the caramel off as Clark panted and twitched.
Tracing the line of skin back to Clark's cock, which seemed to be quivering in outrage, Lex laughed.
"What?" Clark moaned, his head falling back at the sensation.
"Just wishing we had the chocolate. I've already had the caramel and the nuts, need the chocolate for the whole Clark Bar." Not waiting for Clark to get the joke, he swallowed and sucked again, knowing it was just...there it was.
Both men tensed, then relaxed, only to tense again as Clark came, Lex swallowing, sucking, his hands never leaving the sticky skin.
A few long minutes of blissful general good feeling for the world--not to mention general good feeling for all things young and farmboyish.
"Can you get off work for two weeks?" Lex asked, lifting himself on one arm and lightly tracing along the sticky chest.
"I have vacation coming."
Of course he did--and since Lex owned the paper (or rather, the owner), there would be no problems at all. With a little sigh, Lex got up. Suit--ruined. Oh well. Wasn't like he didn't have thirty or so of these. Stripping off his caramel-covered shirt, he reached out, pulling Clark to his feet and sliding his hands up the strong back.
"Bermuda, huh?" Lex thought carefully. He didn't have any interesting projects in Bermuda, though he did have that supervirus percolating in France, and there was always that Super Ray Gun in Slovakia.... "How about--"
"Somewhere you own no laboratories, secret facilities, or work of any kind. No work, Lex. Vacation. Sitting around, doing nothing. At all." Stretching slightly, Clark glanced around the apartment. "I'm going to go take a shower." A lithe movement of the long body and Lex watched appreciatively as Clark walked toward the bedroom.
What he could be doing--plotting some more dastardly plans, perhaps call his secretary and arrange for an assassination or two, maybe--
"Lex, you wouldn't BELIEVE where I've managed to get caramel! Not sure I can get it off by myself."
--maybe it could wait 'til tomorrow.
The End.