Title: The
Author: Supercaptain182
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lex likes being in the director's chair,
especially when it's
Prompt: Christmas tree
Lex really didn't do Christmas. After his mother
died, Christmas had
stopped being a family holiday. But now, he had
specifically, college aged Clark who seemed
hellbent on riling Lex up
as often as possible. Mostly, he did this by
licking his lips,
touching his hair, or eating in Lex's bed.
The latter made Lex seethe and
nonetheless. Maybe, the punishments Lex doled out
had something to do
with
Now, he had a new appreciation for the holiday,
especially since it
gave him prime
a little higher."Lex said in a voice that was
a little rough on the
ears. Gravelly. Parched.
Clark's back muscles were stretched taut as he
lifted up on his toes
for more balance and extra height, giving Lex a
prime shot of some of
Clark's best assets: the pert and tight globes of
his faded denim clad
derriere specifically.
The scotch in his glass sloshed noisily as he gave
Clark more
directions. "Just a little higher." Lex
instructed.
Clark did as he was told.
The sight was almost perfect. The long line of
Clark's back stretched
upward and bowed as he reached the right spot. So
strong and nubile,
rippling muscles were on display for Lex's hungry
gaze. With the way
Clark moved, Lex was hypnotized and buoyed by
having Clark under his
momentary control. All that power moving under his
direction.
Clark's hair fell into his eyes, creating a jet
black horizon above
the green sunshine of Clark's eyes. The look Clark
gave him was more
than enough of a present and summarized Lex's
experience during the
holiday season.
This evening had been the real gift for Lex. Clark
had come to him
willingly with a smile on his face in a deep
crimson sweater that fit
him snuggly about the arms and chest and back
after years of repeated
use, and his large hands fell on Lex and steered
him into the office
and dropped him down into one of the leather
chairs in front of the
fireplace.
It was obvious that Clark had put a lot of thought
into this set-up.
He had supplies waiting into the hall and brought
them into the room
with a flourish. Once Clark was ready, he put his
back to Lex and set
about bringing Lex pleasure. His body contorted
and stretched
beautifully, and Lex was mesmerized by the play of
shadows over
Clark's body.
He wondered if Clark knew what he did to him. He
had to know. After
every bend, Clark would toss a quick look over his
shoulder at Lex. So
coy and innocent. Lex had no visions of sugarplum
fairies dancing in
his mind, but certainly of another form of dancing
that would be done
on thousand-plus count Egyptian cotton sheets.
Lex smiled in return, ordered hot chocolate for
Clark, and watched
attentively as Clark finished his tasks with Lex
as his captive
audience. Once Clark rose on his tip-toes and
finished his display, he
turned to Lex with a shy grin.
"Do you like it?" Clark asked.
He stepped out of way, allowing Lex to get a
better look of what he'd
done. Lex rose slowly, taking in Clark's work.
Clark had worked so
hard to surprise him. It was beautiful, stunning
with its natural
majesty, and the sparkle that filled Clark's eyes
as a result of
watching Lex enjoy it almost outshined the lights
on the Christmas
tree before him.
Lex hadn't had a Christmas trees since his mother
died, let alone
anyone with whom to enjoy it.
White sparkling lights flickered in a glorious
synchrony with
brilliant bulbs hanging from the lush limbs and a
golden star winked
down at him from its perch on the top of the
Christmas tree. "It's
beautiful, Clark."
The warmth of Clark's body against his side filled
him with more
warmth than his presence in front of the fire.
"I was hoping you'd
love it."
"I do. No one's done anything like this for
me." Lex looked from the
tree to Clark. "I don't think I deserve it."
Clark's face grew grim. "You deserve so
much…When you told me a while
ago that you didn't do anything for Christmas, I
figured it was more
than time to you should."
"The holidays are a time for you to spend
with someone you care about,
Clark." Lex walked around the tree. His
fingers tracing over the
rainbow assortment of bulbs. "I haven't had
anyone to share the
holiday with since my mother died."
Those big hands descended on Lex's shoulders and
he found himself
suddenly looking up into Clark's big green eyes.
"You do now."
It was for certain that Lex would kiss Clark now.
Hard and fast on the
lips with all the passion that he'd held back for
years. It wasn't
illegal now if he did so. "Do it, Lex… Kiss
me." Clark looked at him
demurely from under his inky lashes.
There wasn't any mistletoe hanging to make the
occasion more festive,
but they had a roaring fire, snow falling outside,
and a Christmas
tree filling the room with a sense of magic and
peace. He gripped
Clark's chin and tilted Clark's head down,
bringing their lips within
a hair's breadth.
"Merry Christmas, Lex."
Their lips touch gently. The moment was far more
beautiful than the
tree. "Merry Christmas indeed." He'd
been given more than he'd ever
expected.
The End