An Ounce Of Restraint
By: karacullen23
Rated: NC-17
WARNING: CONTENT MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME READERS, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, nor do I get paid for the crap that I write.
Chapter 14
(Lex's POV)
I take a deep breath when Clark finally emerges from the school amidst a plethora of other teenagers rushing hear and there with friends laughing and chattering. Clark has always tried so hard to just blend into the background. Jonathon and Martha Kent have conditioned him to not avoid standing out from the crowd. But he can slouch and avoid eye contact all he wants but he still stands out. His breathtaking body and build are far too tall and muscular, his wavy dark locks to sumptuous, his intelligent green eyes to wise at times to befit that of the average seventeen year old farm boy. Even in faded blue jeans and bright red and blue flannel you'd have to be completely blind not to notice Clark Kent. But then again, I may be biased.
I beep the horn to get his attention. His face lights up and his pace quickens when he sees me and my heart swells. People aren't generally so obviously happy to see me, I play the bad guy way to often. Storming into to board meetings to take control and ordering employees with an air of indifference keeps a person at a distance. I've always either been above everyone else or looked down upon, ridiculed or berated. I've never been on the same footing before with anyone else and it's not only a relatively new concept to me, but it also quickly becoming addictive. If I become to dependent on somebody looking at me the way that Clark is looking at me right now, genuinely pleased to see me, with such obvious affection and just a hint of smoldering desire around the edges, I might not survive if I were to ever find myself without it. If I get too accustomed to having someone in my life that accepts me and...love me, then it's only going to hurt so much more when Clark finally realizes that I'm not worthy of what he's offering. It won't break me...it will kill me.
I shake these dark thoughts out of my head and try to focus on right now, this very minute. Clark smiling brightly because he's happy to see me and heading towards me so that we can head home, together. He's almost to the car when Chloe comes running up from behind him, waving her arms and calling to him to wait up a second. There's a flickering of worry on his face and he looks at me unsure how to proceed. He's almost to the car and Chloe is quickly catching up to him. His eyes seem to ask the question, "Are you okay with this?" I nod and smile to assure him that it's alright. It's bound to come out eventually that Lex Luthor is back in Smallville and that Clark Kent is staying with him at the Luthor Mansion. Clark hasn't said anything to me about it, but I'm sure getting some things out in the open with his friends will make him feel a little easier. Of course letting the world know that Clark's staying at the mansion with me, might not be the best idea but people may as well start getting used to the idea because if I have my say in it, Clark Kent and Lex Luthor are going to be together for a very long time.
Chloe is out of breath when she reaches Clark, not only from her quick little run, but by the look on her face, she's excited about something. She's so focused on Clark that she fails to notice anything else. "Oh my God, Clark this is so huge...I just heard. Lionel Luthor's in the hospital in a coma! Apparently he got beat up pretty bad but no body seems to know how or what happened? He was found in his office a couple of days ago by someone that works for him and the place was torn up and there was some evidence of a fire. And get this, the fire department has no idea how the fire got started or who or what put it out. They said the scorch marks left on the walls didn't fit any pattern they'd ever seen before. I'm totally thinking wall of weird and could use your help on this. Remember all those weird fires our freshman year? Well I'm thinking that this is related..."
Clark looks so obviously uncomfortable and distressed that before I really have a chance to consider it, I'm opening the car door and rushing to his rescue. Chloe's eyes widen as I step up behind Clark. Clark turns around and smiles, relief written all over his face. I nod in acknowledgement to Chloe, "Ms. Sullivan."
"Lex? Hi." She blinks rapidly then smiles a bit forcefully. I know she's debating on whether or not the story is more important than social graces. I can tell she's dying to ask me about a million different questions about where I've been, what happened, and how long have I been back, but in an attempt to cut her off at the pass I turn towards Clark.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but the Dean of Admissions at Met U. is expecting you by four thirty so we really need to get going."
Clark looks confused for a moment before catching on, "Oh...right, yeah. Chloe I'm sorry but I've got to go. But uh...I'll call you later, okay?"
She looks at Clark, then at me, then back at Clark. Tilting her head to the side she squints her eyes and says, "You didn't tell me you applied to Met U?"
"Didn't I?" He's such a bad liar, I honestly don't understand how he gets away with anything. Although, if I really think about it, I don't think it's so much that everyone believes him so much as they just choose to allow him to get away with it.
She puts her hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow. "No, I think I would remember something that important, Clark."
Clark chuckles nervously, "Oh." I have to bite back the laughter in the back of my throat. How the hell the entire world hasn't caught on to him yet with such mind blowing deceptive abilities is beyond me.
She just rolls her eyes and pushes him towards the car. "Well you'd better get going!" She smiles. "Don't screw it up before you even get there. I'm all excited now that I know we might be going to the same school next fall!"
He staggers back almost tripping over his own two feet and I place both my hands on his broad back to steady him. The feel of hot skin and solid muscle beneath his shirt sends a shiver of arousal through me and as soon as he's steady on his own two feet I quickly remove my hands and shove them deep into my pants pockets. "Well you heard her Clark, let's hit the road." Chloe beams at me and I smile back with a wink before turning towards the car.
As Clark's getting into the passenger seat Chloe calls out to tell him good luck and waves as we pull away from the curb and head off. It's not until we're out on the main road heading towards the mansion that Clark finally speaks. "Thanks, I never would have gotten out of there."
I smile over at him. "Well when Chloe's got her mind set on something, it's no easy task getting away."
"You're telling me? She very rarely accepts any excuse when she's hot on the trail of a story, especially one as big as the great and powerful Lionel Luthor lying comatose in the hospital under mysterious potential wall of weird material circumstances." He's quiet suddenly and I glance over to see a frown on his face.
I know he's worrying about Lionel and I don't know what to say. If it were up to me he would probably be dead by now. But Clark's relationship with his own father is important to me. I don't want Clark to be hurting unnecessarily. True what Jonathon did was damn near unforgivable, but knowing what I know now, it's understandable under the circumstances. The important thing is that he loves his son and I am not going to stand in the way of that, and if I were to murder Lionel now, there would be no hiding it from either Clark or Jonathon. It would be so easy to just keep what I know to myself because that would leave me free to take care of it without risking Clark finding out. But that would mean I'd be leaving Clark in the dark about his own father and I for one know what it's like to go through life feeling as though your own father despises you. I won't do that to Clark. "Your dad came to see me at the plant this afternoon." There I said it, it's out and I wait chewing my bottom lip for Clark's response.
"What?" His eyes are wide and his voice incredulous. "Why? What did he want?" His tone changes and he practically bellows, "He didn't hurt you did he?"
I place what I hope is a reassuring hand on his thigh, "No, Clark everything's fine. As a matter of fact I've invited both of your parents over to the castle for supper tonight."
He shakes his head not comprehending. "Lex, what the hell? Why would you do that? I don't want to see him. I don't have anything to say to him!"
"He's got something he needs to say to you, Clark."
I feel his eyes on me trying to read me. "What did he say to you?"
Pulling into the driveway I cut the engine and put the car in park. "You'll know everything tonight when they get here."
"Why are you being so secretive about this? Why can't you just tell me?"
"Because you really need to hear it from him, Clark." I step out of the car leaving Clark still sitting in the passenger seat mulling things over. I'm entering the security code to unlock the door when I hear the car door slam and the crunching of Clark's sneakered feet on gravel as he approaches. Neither one of us says anything as we step into the dark foyer. Clark shuts the door behind us and I head into the office.
As I step into the room I can't keep my eyes from straying to the floor by the desk. First think this morning I called in to have the place cleaned up but the exceptionally clean carpet void of any sign of blood seems to mock me. Clean it up and pretend nothing ever happened. But it's still too fresh in my mind and I can't seem to get my feet to move because in order to get to my desk I would have to step on that spot, there's no way to avoid it. My eyes move up to the wall behind the desk. The sword is back on it's mount, clean and gleaming sharp. What the hell was I doing last night? What the hell was I thinking to do something like that? All I can remember is worrying about Clark not being home yet and thinking about buying him his own cell phone so I wouldn't have to worry about his whereabouts in future. What could have possibly possessed me to take that vicious looking sword down off of the wall and...
"Are you okay?" I turn to see Clark standing in the doorway, a dark and worried look on his face.
I force a smile and head over to pour myself a drink. "Yeah. Fine."
He doesn't move from the doorway, it's as though he's afraid to step foot into the room. I throw a quick shot of bourbon back and it burns smoothly as it goes down. I go to pour myself one more. "I wish you wouldn't." Clark says quietly from the doorway.
I look over at him and the look on his face is enough to convince me to put the stopper back onto the glass decanter and I don't question him about it. I don't understand his motives but if it bothers him that much then that's enough reason for me. I leave the glass empty on the bar and walk over to where Clark still hovers in the doorway. I place a hand on his shoulder, "Come on, let's see if there's anything to eat." I shut the door behind us and we head into the kitchen.
"Jesus Clark, where do you put it all?" I ask in awe as he devours the last bite of his fourth sandwich, following it with a long swig from his second can of cola.
His face reddens and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he looks up at me from beneath long, dark lashes. Jesus that look does things to me every time. I shift in my seat. "I don't know, I'm just hungry I guess. I think having all the abilities that I do probably eats up alot of energy."
"Hmm, I wonder if all Kryptonians had appetites like yours, or if it's just a teenager thing? Growing boys and all that."
He drops the can of soda he's holding and cola splashes me in the face and spills all over the island countertop and splashes to the floor. "Shit." He hisses and tries to clean it up with his shirt sleeve but only ends up smearing it all over the place. "How do you know about that? I mean I was going to tell you everything, I promise, Lex I was. Just we haven't really had a chance to talk about it yet." For a split second he looks like he's about to cry and I quickly jump off of the stool and wrap my arms around him.
"It's okay Clark. I know you would. I'm not upset." He melts into my embrace for one sweet second before remembering that his shirt sleeve is soaked with cola.
"Oh, crap. Sorry." With his dry shirt sleeve he steps behind me and proceeds to smear the soda deeper into the back of my shirt.
"It's just a shirt, Clark. I have dozens more you know."
"Right." He stops trying to wipe the soda from my shirt but stays behind me. "So, how did you know? You know that I'm not...that I'm..."
"Not human? An alien?"
"Yeah." He gulps. I turn around to look at him and I can see anxiety written all over his face.
"Your dad told me everything today."
He quirks an unbelieving eyebrow, "My dad did?"
"It was necessary in order for me to be able to understand everything that he told me today." He opens his mouth to ask more about it but I hold my hand up to stop him. "Everything will become clear to you tonight when your parents come over. It really isn't my place to tell you, Clark or I would. But I sincerely think that you need to hear it from your father."
He nods and looks away. When he speaks his voice is quiet and trembling. "So uh, how freaked are you now that you know that I'm...," he gulps and looks up at me from beneath eyes fearful of rejection, "...I'm not human?"
It breaks my heart to see the fear in his eyes, to see it written all over his face that he's terrified I'm going to reject him. I lift his chin and look him solidly in the eyes and my voice is firm. "Clark I always thought that you were more god then man and I was right. I wasn't too surprised when your dad told me the truth about your origins and it doesn't make any difference to me. Clark, I love you, I have loved you from the moment I set eyes on you and now that I have you, there is absolutely nothing that could ever change the way that I feel."
His face flushes as he meets my eyes and his breath hitches. I keep my gaze steady and will all my love and acceptance for him into that one look. "I'm not going anywhere." I say and run a gentle finger down his pink cheek. He blinks, licks his lips and then his mouth is on mine. His lips are pressed hard against mine and his tongue is hot and eager in my mouth. His arms pull me hard against him. I wrap my arms tight around his waist and give in to him completely. My hands slip under the back of his shirt, his skin is hot and smooth beneath my fingers. His hands slide down to cup my ass and he pulls me even tighter against him. I moan into his mouth at the feel of his cock pressed bruisingly against my hip and my own cock twitches and starts to swell hot and solid between us. With a will of their own my hips thrust forward, hungry for contact. He groans and rubs against me. And then panting, he pulls away leaving my cock hard and aching. His chest heaving, he smiles at me, eyes blazing and then he drops to his knees.
Steady hands reach up to pull at my zipper. I reach down and take hold of his hands. "Are you sure about this Clark? I don't want you to anything that you're not ready for." My voice is a hoarse with desire and I cannot believe that I even have the ability to form words right now with Clark on his knees with every intention of sucking my cock with those plump, rosy lips. But as much as I've dreamed about this, hell I'd fucking kill for this, but still this is a big step and I don't want him to do anything he's not ready for out of some desperate desire to ensure my acceptance of him.
Some unnamable emotion flares in his eyes and one side of that gorgeous mouth curls up into a smirk. "Just shut up and stop over thinking things Lex." He bats my hand away and in a motion to quick for my eyes to follow he yanks my pants and underwear down around my ankles. I stand before him completely exposed and vulnerable. But the feeling is not unpleasant especially when his warm hand closes tightly around my aching cock and squeezes. A hiss escapes me at his rough touch and I thrust into his tight grasp only to have him release his grasp on me. I look down confused at the loss of his touch. His eyes are black pools of pure, animalistic lust and I recognize the power driving him. "What do you want Lex?" His voice is a guttural crooning that demands nothing more than obedience.
"Touch me...please Clark, I need you to touch me."
His hand wraps tightly around my cock and pumps once, twice so slowly it's maddening. "Like this?" He coos. "Is this what you want?"
His pace is excruciatingly slow and leaves me panting for more. "Yes, Clark please, more." I thrust into his fist and he lets me once and then removes his hand. His pink tongue comes out to flick teasingly against the weeping head of my cock and my knees tremble at that slight touch.
"Would you like me to suck your cock Lex?" His mouth hovers over my cock not quite making contact, but his hot breath sends shivers running up my spine.
"Yes," I moan out desperate to feel that hot mouth.
"Do you really want it?"
"Christ, Clark, yes, yes!"
"I'm not sure I'm convinced Lex." He places a delicate kiss to the tip of my cock and I find myself wanting to scream with frustration.
"Please, oh god please Clark!" I beg through gritted teeth.
"Please what?" A flick of his tongue and then a wicked smile as he looks up at me demanding an answer.
"Please suck my cock. Oh Clark, please suck my cock!" And that's all he needed to hear. He takes me all at once into his hot, wet mouth and swallows me down into his tight throat. I can't stop the cry of surprise that escapes me. How the hell did he know to do that? But all questions as to skill of Clark's wonderful mouth flies out of my head when he starts to swallow and bob his head ever so slightly. Tight throat muscles contract around me and the sensations that he's eliciting have me panting and moaning in oblivion. I close my eyes and throw my head back. My hands reach down and clutch desperately into his thick, dark hair. I'm thrusting into his tight, hot mouth crying out his name, begging him for more, faster, harder and he's taking it, every bit he amazingly manages to keep pace. Sucking, licking, swallowing, he takes it all and with every bob of his head, every twirl of that amazingly talented tongue I feel myself getting closer and closer. There's a tightening in my balls and a strange burning in my eyes. I cry out in warning that I'm right on the edge and about to explode down his tight throat and his ministrations become faster, harder and my knees tremble, my entire body shudders violently. I throw my head back in a silent scream as I spill down his throat. The burning in my eyes is so intense that I open my eyes and the wall across the room bursts into flames.