Title: „The doctor is in“

Author: Bev

Beta: Twinsarein

Wave: 38 prompt no. 8 Doctor

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: none

Summary: "So, you and I never got to play doctor games when we were kids," he stated matter of factly, and Clark nodded.

All little kids played doctor with their friends at some point. Right? Or maybe with their cousins or siblings. It was part of growing up.

And the simple fact that neither Lex Luthor nor Clark Kent had ever done this in their childhood, didn't prevent their son Cedric Luthor from playing doctor with little Ruth Anderson in kindergarten.

Clark could feel his blush as he sat opposite Mrs Jones, the kindergarten teacher, who was telling him in quiet, kind words that it really was quite natural for children to compare.

"You see, Mr Kent, children at that age are curious. They realize that the opposite gender is different, and they simply want to know why. And what it looks like. There is absolutely nothing sexual about it."

She smiled in a reassuring way. At least, Clark thought that it was meant to be reassuring. Next to him, Cedric, his five year old son, was sitting on his chair, swinging his feet as if this whole mess didn't concern him in the slightest. Clark sighed.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Jones. I … I don't know why he did it. He ..."

"Ruth said she never saw a willie before," Cedric chimed in, and really … was there a way to be even more embarrassed? Clark wasn't so sure right at the moment, and wished desperately that Lex had been the one to pick up Ceddie today.

"What?" he asked, disbelief coloring his voice. Cedric shrugged innocently. "She said she only has two sisters and they don't have willies. So, she asked if she could see mine."

Clark was severly tempted to bang his head against Mrs Jones' desk. "And you simply showed her?" he sighed.

Cedric looked offended. "Of course not, Dad. Not before she promised to give me her apple."

Clark's head met the desk with a dull thud, the ringing laughter of Mrs Jones in his ears.

~*~

It didn't help – not really – that Lex was laughing so hard that Clark was convinced his husband would strain something when he told him about the incident that evening, after they had gone to bed.

"Her … her apple?" he gasped out between two heaving breaths.

Clark nodded, and Lex continued to laugh.

"You know," Clark said, a little miffed, "it wasn't half as funny hearing it from the kindergarten teacher."

"What did she say?" Lex asked, wiping away a laughing tear.

Clark bowed his head, and looked down at his hands. "That it was normal for little kids to … to compare."

"Compare?" The bald head cocked slightly. "Like … I have more than you?"

"No," Clark shook his head slowly, "more like, you have something I don't have and vice versa. She said all the little kids do it."

"I didn't." Lex rolled on his back, with his hands behind his head, gazing up at the ceiling. "Father never sent me to a public school or an ordinary," Lex made airquotes around the word, "kindergarten. God forbid normal people should get in touch with the precious Luthor heir. And playing doctor games with a private teacher isn't really funny. Not," he added hastily, "that I ever tried."

"Me neither," Clark admitted, letting his fingers roam over the silken shirt his husband was wearing, opening up button after button in the process. "My parents were always afraid that I might hurt some other kid. I wasn’t quite able to control my powers back then."

Lex shivered slightly when Clark opened the last button and pushed the shirt aside.

"So, you and I never got to play doctor games when we were kids," he stated matter of factly, and Clark nodded.

"Looks like it," he answered.

Lex shrugged out of his shirt, and knelt up on the bed. With one hand on his belt buckle, he gazed at Clark and asked in a seductive voice, "Wanna see? I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."

Clark gaped for a moment, then he smiled. "I don't know," he said playful, "do you have an apple?"

Lex grinned, looking more than ever like a little, mischievous boy. "I don't have an apple … but you can have my weiner to play with if you like."

"And," Clark scooted closer, "what can I play with it?"

Slowly, Lex began to stroke himself through his trousers. "You can touch it," he suggested, and Clark reached out his hand, playing along. Carefully, he put his hand over the bulge in Lex's pants.

"It's warm," he said, as if surprised. With quick fingers, he opened first the button then the zipper, and reached inside, pulling out his husband's already half hard cock, stroking it lovingly. "And look, it's getting bigger. Is it supposed to do that?"

Lex nodded with shining eyes, a silent laugh hidden behind the blue. "May I see yours now?"

Clark played shy, and pulled his hand back. "I don't know," he answered, "Mommy doesn't like me playing with other boys very much."

Lex made a face. "But I showed you mine. And you're so big, I bet your weiner is big too."

Laughing out loud, Clark fell backwards onto his bed. "You're so big?" he asked, almost gasping for air. "Where the hell did that line come from?" Then he sat up again, moved right into Lex's personal space, and breathed against his lips, "Do you have a size kink I have yet to discover, Lex?"

Lex swallowed. "Maybe," he murmured huskily.

"Then go on," Clark encouraged Lex between two kisses, "go and take a look."

"May I touch it?"

"Hell yeah, you can touch it," Clark groaned the second Lex's agile fingers closed around his erection.

"Language, Clark," Lex murmured against Clark’s skin, sliding his lips over his husband’s abdomen to join his hands.

"So big," Lex whispered, almost reverently, before he took him in his mouth.

Clark's head dropped back on the bed, while his hands cupped Lex's skull tenderly. He smiled while he listened to his husband's murmured endearments of ‚so big', ‚love you so much', ‚so beautiful' and ‚all mine'. It was the last one that made his heart almost burst with love. He reached for Lex, pulled him up, and kissed him deeply.

"Come on, love," he murmured, "tell me … how do you want your big boy today?"

All thoughts of playing were forgotten. Now all there was, was a raw lust, a deep desire that needed to be satisfied, to be filled.

Lex kissed back hungrily. "In me," he panted needily, "want you in me. Your big, gorgeous cock driving deep in me. Claiming me. Spreading me open. Hurting me so good."

"No hurting, Lex," Clark whispered, when he turned Lex around, "you know that. No hurting. Just pleasure."

He lubed up his fingers, and slowly pushed one inside his husband's body. Lex moaned deep in his chest, a noise that made Clark shiver every time.

"More, Clark," Lex grunted, and Clark could see the way his hands curled into fists, grabbing the comforter tightly, "I can take more … please … please, give me more."

Carefully, Clark pulled out, and returned only seconds later with three fingers, pushing them deep inside, and Lex cried out in bliss. Unconsciously, he moved back against Clark, taking his fingers deeper with each movement, until he looked over his shoulder and ordered in a husky voice, "Now, Clark!"

Clark obeyed instantly. He quickly pulled his fingers out, and lubed himself up. And then, with one slow thrust, savoring each and every sensation, he slid into his lover's body.

Clark trembled. With shaking hands, he stroked and petted the man underneath him, murmured words of love, of passion, promised him the moon and the sun and the earth, and everything in between.

Lex groaned with each thrust into his body, trembling, shaking, begging with his whole body for more. And Clark gave it all to him. Loved him with deep, even strokes until Lex came with a hoarse shout, spilling his release over the comforter beneath him, not caring about the mess he made, while Clark emptied himself with an almost growl into his husband's body.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, kissing, panting, caressing every bit of skin they could reach, until Clark could feel his spent cock slip out. He silenced Lex's quiet moan of loss with a deep kiss.

For a long time neither of them said anything, each content to feel his loved one close, enjoying the afterglow.

"I'll talk to Ceddie," Lex murmured after a while, nuzzling Clark's shoulder with his nose. "I'll tell him that he can't go around, showing his private parts to everybody."

Clark squeezed the arm that was resting around his stomach gently. "Thank you," he mumbled, already on the verge of sleeping.

"Although I have to admit, it was fun to play doctor with you," Lex whispered in his ear, and Clark smiled before sleep finally claimed him.

The end.