Chapter 9
About one mile from the Kent farm, Clark pulled off the main road to follow a less worn path into the trees. Peter raised an eyebrow at him, but Clark just kept driving, a grin on his face. After about five minutes, he pulled the truck over so it was out of sight from the path and turned it off. He turned to Peter.
"Come on. Bring your towel." Peter looked suspicious, but he was no dummy. He knew vaguely what Clark had planned. They exited the truck and Peter followed Clark deep into the forest until they arrived at a small stream.
"The stream branches off the main river that feeds the reservoir. It's not large enough to support anything worth fishing, and it's not really well known, but it is beautiful." It was. The stream was at least three feet wide and the trees arched up and over, creating a sun dotted canopy. They had arrived next to a giant tree that had a large moss covered rock, big enough for two to lye comfortably, between it's giant roots. The small plants around it helped to shield it from sight. It was the perfect place for lovers, and nobody knew about it but Clark and Peter.
"Yeah. Beautiful." Clark grinned and pulled Peter up onto the rock, and so they stood there, wearing nothing save their swim trunks, staring at each other. Peter tired of the tension first and reached up and around, bringing Clark's head down for a kiss.
And What a Kiss! Lips were pressed so hard they bruised as lips and tongues devoured. Clark's arms encircled Peter's waist and pulled him closer. Peter and Clark both groaned as they felt the other's hot, hard arousal through the trunks. Clarks' hands wandered down below Peter's waistband to cup Peter's smooth white ass. Peter growled deep in his throat and scratched at Clark's back, exciting them both more.
Clark was the first to loose his trunks.
Peter pushed them down and pulled them away, hands skimming over hot skin, beneath which rock hard muscles hid. When his hand reached up to cup Clark, Clark bucked and nearly came. Peter lost his trunks seconds later.
Clark pulled back to clam himself a bit and to finally see his boyfriend's body.
It was beautiful. Slender muscles hid under slightly tanned skin, and every part him was perfectly formed, a sculptor's dream. Tenderly Clark reached out and brushed his hand over Peter. Peter gasped, arching for better contact. Clark growled low in his throat and from then on it was a blur of hot skin, warm, wet mouths, and roaming hands. Peter was, at one point, laid down on the soft, cool moss, and the two rocked and kissed to eventual completion. Clark sagged, resting his weight on his boyfriend. When he made to roll away, Peter stopped him. The two slept.
***
The others left the Luthor Mansion soon after Clark and Peter did. Lex didn't mind. He knew he wasn't their favorite person. And Lana was beginning to annoy him.
He sat in his office, still in his swim trunks and white tank top from earlier. He leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. He didn't move when he heard the doors open and the familiar footsteps of his father. When his father stopped in front of him, Lex didn't acknowledge him, and waited for Lionel to speak.
He did.
"Well? Aren't you going to say hello to your father?"
"Hello father," Lex said sarcastically. "What brings you to my humble home." Lionel looked affronted. It was a poor act.
"What? I can't come and visit my son for no reason other than I wish to see him?"
"Oh, you could, but it's not your style. I ask again. What do you want?"
"Do you remember the Osbornes?" Lex nodded.
"Yes. Norman and Harry." Lionel sat and continued.
"Yes, well, it seems that the other board members of Oscorp want to sell. Oscorp will be sold tomorrow to Stark industries tomorrow if something isn't done soon."
"And what does that have to do with me."
"Why, you'll outbid, of course. As will Luthorcorp. If Luthorcorp wins, then I win. If Lexcorp wins, Luthorcorp will reimburse you half." Lex raised an eyebrow.
"That's a generous offer, Dad, What's you angle." Lionel made a face.
"I can't abide Tony Stark, miserable drunk that he is. Any chance to get what he wants is worth it." Lex stared at his father for a long moment.
"Deal. Let's go over the particulars and lets get to work."
Lionel smiled and sat as Lex drew up the proper papers.
***
Peter opened his eyes first as the sunlight danced through the branches. The green leaves glistened and glimmered in the fading sunlight. He turned his head to look at his lover and smiled at the innocent expression n the handsome face.
'so pure,' he thought, 'didn't think they made them like this anymore.'
He reached out a hand to trace the side of Clark's face, and he smiled when those beautiful blue dark eyes opened.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." Clark smiled, then looked confused.
"It's not morning, is it?" Peter shook his head.
"No. Sunset. If we don't hurry, you'll turn into a pumpkin."
"Isn't that Cinderella?"
"Meh." Peter shrugged. Clark smirked and lunged up to kiss Peter. The sudden motion caused Peter to fall, unbalanced, where he was caught and thoroughly kissed. When they broke the kiss Clark picked up the protesting Peter, grabbed the towel and their clothes and carried them back to the truck.
He set the laughing Peter down on his feet and handed him his trunks and shirt. Peter glared playfully, but quickly dressed. A lifetime of city living had imbued a deep sense of privacy within Peter. Clark, who was used to large expanses of land and only himself for company, had no such reservations.
Once dressed Peter studied Clark, who was still fumbling with his shirt.
"I love you, Clark." He said suddenly. Clark froze, then finally got his shirt on. He smiled real wide.
"I love you too, Peter." They stood there with terrific stupid grins on their faces until they realized the sun was setting fast. Clark looked at his watch.
"Oh, man, we gotta fly." Peter simply raised an eyebrow and hopped in the truck. The two drove off into the sunset
TBC
About one mile from the Kent farm, Clark pulled off the main road to follow a less worn path into the trees. Peter raised an eyebrow at him, but Clark just kept driving, a grin on his face. After about five minutes, he pulled the truck over so it was out of sight from the path and turned it off. He turned to Peter.
"Come on. Bring your towel." Peter looked suspicious, but he was no dummy. He knew vaguely what Clark had planned. They exited the truck and Peter followed Clark deep into the forest until they arrived at a small stream.
"The stream branches off the main river that feeds the reservoir. It's not large enough to support anything worth fishing, and it's not really well known, but it is beautiful." It was. The stream was at least three feet wide and the trees arched up and over, creating a sun dotted canopy. They had arrived next to a giant tree that had a large moss covered rock, big enough for two to lye comfortably, between it's giant roots. The small plants around it helped to shield it from sight. It was the perfect place for lovers, and nobody knew about it but Clark and Peter.
"Yeah. Beautiful." Clark grinned and pulled Peter up onto the rock, and so they stood there, wearing nothing save their swim trunks, staring at each other. Peter tired of the tension first and reached up and around, bringing Clark's head down for a kiss.
And What a Kiss! Lips were pressed so hard they bruised as lips and tongues devoured. Clark's arms encircled Peter's waist and pulled him closer. Peter and Clark both groaned as they felt the other's hot, hard arousal through the trunks. Clarks' hands wandered down below Peter's waistband to cup Peter's smooth white ass. Peter growled deep in his throat and scratched at Clark's back, exciting them both more.
Clark was the first to loose his trunks.
Peter pushed them down and pulled them away, hands skimming over hot skin, beneath which rock hard muscles hid. When his hand reached up to cup Clark, Clark bucked and nearly came. Peter lost his trunks seconds later.
Clark pulled back to clam himself a bit and to finally see his boyfriend's body.
It was beautiful. Slender muscles hid under slightly tanned skin, and every part him was perfectly formed, a sculptor's dream. Tenderly Clark reached out and brushed his hand over Peter. Peter gasped, arching for better contact. Clark growled low in his throat and from then on it was a blur of hot skin, warm, wet mouths, and roaming hands. Peter was, at one point, laid down on the soft, cool moss, and the two rocked and kissed to eventual completion. Clark sagged, resting his weight on his boyfriend. When he made to roll away, Peter stopped him. The two slept.
***
The others left the Luthor Mansion soon after Clark and Peter did. Lex didn't mind. He knew he wasn't their favorite person. And Lana was beginning to annoy him.
He sat in his office, still in his swim trunks and white tank top from earlier. He leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. He didn't move when he heard the doors open and the familiar footsteps of his father. When his father stopped in front of him, Lex didn't acknowledge him, and waited for Lionel to speak.
He did.
"Well? Aren't you going to say hello to your father?"
"Hello father," Lex said sarcastically. "What brings you to my humble home." Lionel looked affronted. It was a poor act.
"What? I can't come and visit my son for no reason other than I wish to see him?"
"Oh, you could, but it's not your style. I ask again. What do you want?"
"Do you remember the Osbornes?" Lex nodded.
"Yes. Norman and Harry." Lionel sat and continued.
"Yes, well, it seems that the other board members of Oscorp want to sell. Oscorp will be sold tomorrow to Stark industries tomorrow if something isn't done soon."
"And what does that have to do with me."
"Why, you'll outbid, of course. As will Luthorcorp. If Luthorcorp wins, then I win. If Lexcorp wins, Luthorcorp will reimburse you half." Lex raised an eyebrow.
"That's a generous offer, Dad, What's you angle." Lionel made a face.
"I can't abide Tony Stark, miserable drunk that he is. Any chance to get what he wants is worth it." Lex stared at his father for a long moment.
"Deal. Let's go over the particulars and lets get to work."
Lionel smiled and sat as Lex drew up the proper papers.
***
Peter opened his eyes first as the sunlight danced through the branches. The green leaves glistened and glimmered in the fading sunlight. He turned his head to look at his lover and smiled at the innocent expression n the handsome face.
'so pure,' he thought, 'didn't think they made them like this anymore.'
He reached out a hand to trace the side of Clark's face, and he smiled when those beautiful blue dark eyes opened.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." Clark smiled, then looked confused.
"It's not morning, is it?" Peter shook his head.
"No. Sunset. If we don't hurry, you'll turn into a pumpkin."
"Isn't that Cinderella?"
"Meh." Peter shrugged. Clark smirked and lunged up to kiss Peter. The sudden motion caused Peter to fall, unbalanced, where he was caught and thoroughly kissed. When they broke the kiss Clark picked up the protesting Peter, grabbed the towel and their clothes and carried them back to the truck.
He set the laughing Peter down on his feet and handed him his trunks and shirt. Peter glared playfully, but quickly dressed. A lifetime of city living had imbued a deep sense of privacy within Peter. Clark, who was used to large expanses of land and only himself for company, had no such reservations.
Once dressed Peter studied Clark, who was still fumbling with his shirt.
"I love you, Clark." He said suddenly. Clark froze, then finally got his shirt on. He smiled real wide.
"I love you too, Peter." They stood there with terrific stupid grins on their faces until they realized the sun was setting fast. Clark looked at his watch.
"Oh, man, we gotta fly." Peter simply raised an eyebrow and hopped in the truck. The two drove off into the sunset
TBC
