Cut
By Annabelle Naughty Princess Rose
Summary: Short story. Pete cuts his finger. Clark comes to his aid…and it is tempting. (Pete/Clark) Slash!
Author Notes: Hey guys! I am back...well halfway. To be honest, I am trying to get back into writing. This one I thought of while watching reruns of Smallville. I was saying to myself, "There are not many stories involving Pete and Clark. So, why not write a short story? I hope you like it.
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"Ow!" Pete hissed in pain. Looking down, he noticed a puncture wound on his finger.
"Pete, are you okay?" His best friend Clark Kent called out to him from another room. "What happened?"
"Fuck!" Pete cursed to himself before calling out. "I accidently cut my finger with a knife!" He was in Clark's kitchen, trying the best to cook a dish since Martha and Jonathan were away. The best solution? Clark thought ordering a pizza would be a sweet idea, but Pete, who was currently on his high school's football team, wanted something healthy and solid. Kale greens and Baked Chicken. Just thinking about it made his mouth water, and Clark agreed.
He obliged to assist Pete with preparing the meal but stepped out because he accidently wet his red t-shirt he was wearing. With no shame, Clark didn't hesitate to take off the wet material in front of Pete, causing him to pause his task, looking at Clarks' perfect abs and biceps." Oh my god," Pete thought to himself. "He looks so hot." Pete's thoughts were cut short when Clark turned around to face him. To avoid explaining why he was gawking, Pete resumed back to cutting the greens before Clark excused himself to get a dry t-shirt. When he left the room, Pete let out a sign.
It was a secret that Pete had a huge crush on Clark. It has been going on since in eighth grade, and when Pete realized he was gay. But there was one problem: Clark wasn't gay. He was straight, and has spent most of his time talking and trying to win his crush, Lana Lang. Deep down, Pete was sick of listening to that shit and wonder why would Clark waste his time? She has a boyfriend and was in a serious relationship. Clark is an incredibly attractive young man. He could have anyone he wanted, girl or boy. If only it was a boy, he wished it was him.
So, it took him a careless moment for his raging hormones to get the best of him. Yeah, he was officially fucked up.
Clark returns into the kitchen with a unbutton red shirt, rushing to Pete's aid. He could see the blood though the now soaked paper towels Pete was using. Clark's x-ray vision was helpful to fully examined the wound. He realized the wound was not deep. That's good news.
"Looks like you don't need stiches. Let's go to the bathroom to take care of this," He replies, looking up at Pete, who looked somewhat flushed.
"Yeah," Pete replied. "I'm right behind you."
In the bathroom, Pete sat quietly on the stall holding his hand. He watched Clark rumbled under the sink for the fist aid kit. The butterflies had started to form in his stomach Now not only he had to worry about his hand, his hormones were going into overdrive
"I could have sworn I saw it in here," he started before discovering it way in the back of the sink's bottom shelf. "I got it."
"Great," Pete replied with a side smile. Clark got onto his knees before opening the kit. He found the antiseptic spray.
"This may sting a bit." Clark warned. He started to take Pete's hand, but he slightly hesitated.
"Is this necessary?" Pete asked, which caused Clark to give him a dumbfound look.
"Yes. You can pick up an infection. Plus, I guarantee this will not hurt." Clark replied, looking up at the short boy with concern eyes. In case you are aware, that does happen. Now, are you going to let me do this or not?"
Pete did not say anything. He was low key memorized by those gorgeous eyes. It took him a second to snap out of it.
"Ok, fine." Pete agreed, loosening his grip on his hand, and letting Clark take over. That was one thing that he like about Clark. He has a warm heart to care for him and others. There was a time when Pete accidently fell from his bike, and Clark had lifted the small boy in his arms. It was the one and only moment Pete will keep with him for a long as he lived. The feeling of Clark's warm chest , and feeling his big hands holding him. Clark was right, the antiseptic did not hurt at all.
"If it helps, try to think of something soothing while I take care this." Clark replied with a smile.
"Okay, smoothing." Pete repeated quietly to himself. He close his eyes for a moment and open them. He looked into Clark's big eyes, watching as he took Pete's hand in his. His hands felt so soft. Like a pillow he wished he could lay his head on. Pete thought he was going to fall off the stall, if it wasn't for Clark between his legs to keep that from happening. He watched as the raven-haired teen took care of his injury. Three sprays of antiseptic, some warm water, a Q-tip of antibiotic ointment, and lastly, a band aid.
Pete softly signed as the dull ache him his finger was slowly subsiding. "Thank you," Pete replied with a sign. He looked up and Clark's eyes were staring directly at him. In a way that Pete guessed it was want?
"I'm not done yet." Clark suddenly said. "There is one more thing I have to do."
Taking his hand once more, Pete watched as Clark pressed a light kiss on his wrapped finger. It was soft and gentle. Pete could feel his breath hitch looking at this. He wished he could feel Clark's luscious lips on his skin if it wasn't for the fucking band aid. He got his wish when Clark moved his lips to his middle finger. This time, opening his mouth a grape putting his finger inside, and began sucking slightly. Pete try his best not to moan. He opened his eyes, and was surprised that Clark lustful eyes was looking back at him for a few seconds, before paying attention to something else raising.
Clark placed his other hand on Pete's knee before moving up and up, stopping by the opening of his pants. Pete was speechless, feeling the tall boy unloosening his belt and slowly sliding down the zipper. With that reaction, and Pete feeling his soft tongue flicked the tip of his middle finger, Pete could not help but let out a moan.
"Oh, C-Clark," Pete started breathlessly. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
With his question, Clark gave Pete finger one last lick before moving it out of his mouth a replied, "Pete...I wanted to do this for so long..." Clark then reached into the caramel boy's underwear and pulled out his half hard cock, and began to slowly stoked him up and down. The Pre-cum began to ooze at the tip
"MMM...You are absolutely yummy." Clark replied huskily, licking his lips in anticipation. "Your cock is beautiful...just like I imagined." Clark looked up at him with wanting eyes and replied, "I always want to do this since I found out I had feelings for you." And with that, The brunette teenager went down and took Pete into his mouth.
"Ohh fuck!" Pete cursed out as he felt Clark's mouth on him. He began to bob his head up and down on Pete's member, while he gently massaged his balls. As a gesture, Pete grabbed Clark's dark curly hair; causing the boy below him to moan around him. He could not believe this was happening. There's no way he was sitting on this bathroom getting this awesome blowjob by this gorgeous being. He wished he could last longer, but for some reason he was approaching his orgasm a little too quickly. He guessed it was just by looking at this sexy scene
"Clark!" Pete called out. "I'm gonna cum!"
Just like that he felt Clark's mouth closing on his member tighter and he was undone. He shot his load unto his willing mouth, unable to hold back. However, Clark wanted to make sure he got every bit of him. Once Clark was sure that he was done, he removed his mouth, wiping the excess away with his hand flashing a smile.
"Um...sorry," Pete replied, suddenly feeling embarrassed about what happened. with his response, Clark took Pete's hand, placing a gentle kiss.
"It's okay...I enjoyed it." Clark replied truthfully. "You taste amazing."
Pete let out a sign. Leaning back against the stall. He closed his eyes for only a moment. Hearing his name being called faintly, then...
"Pete?" Clark replied, waking Pete out of his thoughts. He noticed that Clark was not holding his hand, seeing his friend putting back the first aid kit back on the shelf before standing to his feet.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay? He asked them. You seemed a little out of it."
"Yeah man, I'm fine." Pete replied, trying his best to not to look or feel turned on.
"We should get back to the kitchen." Clark replies with a chuckle, looking at Pete a little suspiciously; before walking out of the bathroom, buttoning the last button of his shirt.
"I'm right behind you." Pete called after him. "Damn! that was one hell of a daydream." He thought to himself. If only it was the real thing.