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“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Lex stormed onto the Kent farm with murder in his eyes. His knee-length black jacket could barely keep up with him as he flew towards Clark who was ambling down the barn stairs.
“What’s wrong Lex? Shouldn’t you be having dessert right now?”
“You know damn well what’s wrong,” Lex seethed. “You ruined my engagement dinner.”
“Did I?” Clark asked, feigning confusion. Arrogance swirled around him as he walked towards Lex with no sense of urgency. “I thought it went swimmingly.”
“You smug son of a bitch,” Lex winded up and landed a right hook to his jaw that, of course, did not even register. Clark moved his body with the punch consciously then popped back upright laughing.
Lex actually winced and had to shake his hand as pain echoed through his knuckles. “You’re a real piece of shit,” he huffed.
Clark smiled and it looked almost predatory. All he did in response was step into Lex’s personal space and say in almost a growl, “you’re cute when you’re angry.”
Lex grabbed him by the shirt but Clark turned the tide and whipped the billionaire around instead, pushing his back against a wood post. Whiplash fast, Clark’s huge hands had grabbed Lex’s wrists and held his arms above his head.
Their bodies were startlingly close.
“Is this your M.O.?” Lex asked. “You want to ruin my life and you need to get high to do it? What are you on anyway?”
“Do you really care?” Clark’s smile was so sharp that Lex felt it could be used as a weapon. “I think you’re enjoying this more than you’re letting on,” he tilted his head and whispered the words onto Lex’s lips.
His super hearing didn’t lie and it was definitely picking up the increasing speed of Lex’s heart. His eyes took in the way that Lex’s pupils dilated to drown out his steel gray irises. There was no denying that this quick turn of events was turning Luthor on.
Red kryptonite Clark found this fact utterly delightful.
“I think you love to hate me,” he offered. “I think it turns you on,” he pressed their bodies together and heard the faintest sharp inhale of breath from his friend turned enemy.
“Don’t you think this trope is a little trite? Man upset that girl chooses his ex-best friend over him so he does drugs and what? Comes out of the closet when he’s high?”
There was no denying that Clark was hard, his jean-clad length pressing against Lex’s jet black slacks.
“So what if I am a cliche,” he rubbed against the other man in a most lascivious manner. “Are you really complaining right now?” In an absurdly bold move, he kissed the pale pulsing skin of Lex’s neck.
He could tell that Lex was trying to hold back. His body was rigid and his mouth was caging in a moan.
Luthor thought of protesting, he considered bringing up the glaringly obvious fact that he was engaged to Lana, but something unnamed held him back. Clark’s grip on his wrists was so tight that he could feel his own pulse knocking feverishly against the hold.
“You’re not gay,” he tried. “I’d be shocked if you were bisexual,” he could barely get the words out as Clark was actively giving him a hickey.
“Prepare to be shocked then,” he laughed, the echo of it reverberating against his neck. “Looks like I’m not the only one keeping secrets though,” he pressed his leg into Lex’s crotch and this time, the other man did moan. “You never told me you were into men.”
“You never asked. Besides, I thought it was pretty damn apparent that I was bisexual.”
“I didn’t consciously catch it, but apparently my subconscious did.”
“Great, good for you Clark. A+, really. But what the fuck are you doing? If you think that this will break up Lana and I…”
“I don’t really give a fuck about you and Lana at the moment,” he lowered Lex’s hands but put them behind his back, behind the post. Using his x-ray vision, he reached for a rope that was out of sight and tied Luthor’s hands behind him.
“You seemed to care at the engagement dinner,” Lex wanted to tread carefully because he didn’t quite want to break whatever spell had overtaken Clark.
“What I care about now is stuffing my mouth with your cock,” Clark dropped to his knees and Lex thought he might just fall apart in anticipation. He felt hideously guilty for what was transpiring. Not once had he uttered, “stop.” It was the night of his ruined engagement dinner and he was really in the Kent barn about to be blown by Clark Kent? Was he dreaming? Was Clark actually trying to ruin his life? It seemed too vindictive even for a drugged up Clark.
Kent stared at the tent in his slack and then looked up at Lex, licking his lips. “I’ve wondered how you taste for so long,” his fingers undid the pants and pulled them down. He nuzzled his face into Lex’s boxers and mouthed against the outline of his cock.
After a few moments, Lex was starting to squirm, becoming visibly impatient.
“I think you value control a bit too much Lex,” Clark mocked. “I like having you tied up and at my mercy. You may be powerful, but not as powerful as me,” Clark winked - fucking winked at Lex Luthor - as he hinted at the vast murky depths of his well kept secrets.
Lex wanted to fly apart at the seams. He lurched forward but couldn’t go anywhere.
“Careful Lex, you want to behave or you won’t get to blow your load down my throat.”
Luthor sucked in a breath. “Fuck, who are you and what did you do with Clark?” Lex choked out, shocked at his filthy mouth.
“Depends,” Clark’s large hand pulled the boxers down. “Do you really want him back?”
“Shut up and get on with it.”
Clark’s face turned sour. “Now what did I tell you about who was in charge here?” he held Lex’s balls and squeezed them a little harder than was comfortable before putting them in his mouth and using his teeth to graze them in a manner that was light, but also uncomfortable.
Lex huffed and hissed. “Fine.”
“Fine what?”
“Fine, you’re in charge Clark.”
“Damn straight I am,” he licked his plush lips and sank his mouth down onto Lex’s cock with no pretense of patience. He swallowed him down all in one go - and Lex was a large man. It surprised him so much that he nearly came right then and there and a long moan was ripped from his chest.
Clark swallowed around him several times and though it felt amazing, he felt the urge to move his hips. He tried, but couldn’t go too far from where he was tied to the post.
Kent just laughed around his length before he pulled off to lick up the shaft to the frenulum and peppered kisses up the shaft that culminated at the head.
“Look how much your cock leaks for me,” Clark had such a shit-eating grin on his face. Lex’s face and ears were red hot with anger and humiliation that was somehow turning him on. He hated himself for this fact.
“You taste expensive,” Clark popped his tongue out to obscenely lick the drooling precum and Lex’s head fell back against the post.
He started blowing him in earnest, doing a better job than any hooker ever had for Lex. If he usually gave a lay a pair of diamond earrings or cufflinks…he’d have to buy Clark a diamond mine.
That thought made his blood boil.
“How’d you get so good at this?” Lex was breathless. “How many men have you fucked?”
“Careful Lex, you sound jealous,” Clark rolled his balls and stuck his length back in his mouth. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“I would.”
It was embarrassing, Lex knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He sounded whiny and needy and jealous and felt grateful that Clark had tied him up because it took away some of his “helpless” guilt. Though he thought…if he asked Clark to stop, even on drugs…he bet he would.
He wondered.
He asked.
Clark looked up at him through thick lashes and his expression softened. “Of course I’d stop if you wanted me to,” he offered. “Why? Do you want me to?”
Shit.
“No,” he said way too quickly.
“Good, because I want your come everywhere. Down my throat, up my ass, on my skin…”
“C-Clark…”
Kent went back to what he was doing just in time, sliding all of Lex down his throat as his cock twitched and twitched and emptied. Clark just swallowed and swallowed, pulling back just in time to taste the last of Lex’s orgasm on his tongue.
“Please,” Lex said, after he caught his breath.
“Please what?” Clark stood and untied his hands.
“Let me see you, let me touch you,” the request sounded too needy once again.
“Oh, I’ll do you one better,” Clark untied Lex who brought his hand to his rope burned wrists to rub at them. Surprisingly, Clark moved and lifted Lex off his feet and carried him up the barn steps bridal style.
Once they were in front of the red couch, he lunged forward and captured his enemy in a heated kiss. His tongue explored, his teeth nipped at Lex’s lip, he moaned into the kiss as his hands ripped Lex’s shirt off his body.
They were both naked and on the couch in a matter of minutes.
“I want to be inside you,” Clark whispered into his ear and Lex felt his cock try to harden again way too soon.
All he could do was nod.
He hadn’t noticed, but Clark had grabbed the rope from downstairs. He wondered if Kent would use it and found himself hoping that he would. His eyes must have lingered there too long because Clark followed his gaze and moved off the couch to get the rope. He once again tied Lex’s hands behind his back and he watched as the other man sighed in relief.
Never in a thousand years could he have anticipated the night’s events. It was almost like a mental slap that had left him reeling. He wanted all of this to happen but never anticipated it happening this way.
A sick realization suddenly hit Lex as Clark was turning him onto his stomach and preparing to stretch him open with his fingers. Was Kent only doing this because of the drugs?
Should he say something? Was he taking advantage of his former friend? Or was Clark taking advantage of him? Everything was so damn murky. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that emerged was a groan as Clark’s fingers had found his hole.
What Lex hadn’t seen was Clark superspeeding away to get lube and returning.
Those fingers stretched and massaged and were beautifully gentle despite their size and strength.
“Is this only happening because you’re on drugs?” asked tentatively, feeling Clark’s fingers still inside of him just as he’d found his prostate.
“No. Wanted this since we met,” Clark stood and slowly got undressed, teasing Lex. “Stop thinking so much or I’ll stop.”
Lex swallowed, his jaw tightening. The last thing he wanted was for this to stop, despite the aching in his arms. He just nodded. With every inch of golden skin that Clark exposed, Luthor salivated. He was so well built and incredibly…hung. So hung that he almost felt fear at the prospect of that cock going up his ass.
He only ever bottomed three times and he was in his late teens and early twenties. It had been a long time.
Clark returned and maneuvered them so that Lex’s face/chest was against a pillow, his hands were behind his back, and his ass was in the air. He teased Luthor’s hole with his lubed up cock.
“Beg me,” he said suddenly.
Lex twisted his head and huffed out in disbelief.
“You fucker.”
“I’m trying,” Clark’s words held a smile.
Lex closed his eyes and mustered as much humility as he could spare. “Fuck me Clark, please.”
Clark began to push the head of his cock inside, then removed it. Lex openly whined, a sound he’d never made before.
“I don’t find that convincing enough,” Clark smacked him on the ass and now Lex was hard again.
“Fine. Clark…” his voice was ragged with desire and frustration, tears pricked behind his eyes. He wanted this that badly, that he was nearly crying? ‘Fuck’ he thought.
“Please, Clark, I’m begging you.”
“To what?”
“To fuck me. To put your cock in my ass and fuck me until you fill me with all the come you have to offer,” his voice cracked. He tried to disguise the fault lines of emotion that he was filled with and hoped that Clark couldn’t see them.
“Gladly,” Clark pushed inside of Lex slowly, tortuously, and began to fuck him. He held onto his roped wrists and used the leverage to fuck him from behind like an animal.
“Sorry Lex, but this isn’t going to last long I’m afraid,” he offered, using his x-ray vision to hit Lex’s prostate on every other thrust.
Lex’s face was lax and his mouth hung open. Every nerve ending sang with the push and pull. Part of him wished that he could face Clark, but this was too good to change.
Something like a knife-sharp fear ripped through him as he listened to Clark moan and groan and he wondered if this would be the first and last time that this would happen.
“P-promise me Clark,” he said, his breath being punched from his lungs as Clark picked up speed. “Promise me this won’t be the last time. Promise me.”
Clark’s hands were bruising on his hips and he was moving out of time as he grew closer to his orgasm.
“Ah…I…I promise Lex,” his nails broke skin as his cock spasmed and he came as deep into Lex as he could. He sang Lex’s name as he gave the other man everything he had before sliding out of him.
When he was done, he untied his hands, flipped Lex over, grabbed him by the throat loosely and kissed him with all the passion of a thousand pent up daydreams that he’d held on to for all those years.
He rutted against Lex, and savored the feeling of satisfaction that glowed through every pore on his body. He kissed him deeply and hungrily and angrily and passionately. He poured all of his love and hate and unspoken words into those kisses and it felt like the most honest thing he’d ever done.
“Clark,” a voice, small but insistent but broke their reverie.
It was Chloe.
“I need you to leave now Lex,” she insisted.
Luthor paled. Terrified of the implications of all of this. Chloe was Lana’s best friend. Of course she would tell her, wouldn’t she? ‘Oh hey Lana, guess what? Lex went over to the barn to beat Clark’s ass and ended up ass up himself? I saw him all naked limbs with the smell of sex in the air with the other man you love?’
Luthor apologetically looked at Clark and slid out from underneath him, despite still being hard. He was moving to grab his clothes but Clark grabbed his hips and brought his cock to his mouth.
Chloe stood stock still, absolutely shocked as Clark reached between Lex’s legs and put a finger up his ass to hit his prostate as he blew him. She wasn't sure what to do during this incredibly awkward development and she certainly didn't want to admit to herself that this was turning her on, so she averted her gaze and nervously rubbed at the back of her neck. Luckily, the proceedings didn't take long.
Lex’s body shook and slumped forward, his hands grabbing sharply at Clark’s hair as he came for a second time in his mouth. When Clark pulled away with a smack and a smile, Lex looked down at him and watched his own come dribble out the corner of his mouth.
The room almost spun as Clark’s fingers slid out of him and he wobbled towards his clothes. He put them on like a drunk man in the dark and couldn’t even look at Chloe as he passed her.
Clark stood and walked towards Chloe naked, his cock getting hard again.
“Are you going to be okay?” Lex stopped at the top of the stairs, staring down the steps, unsure if he should leave Chloe alone with this version of Clark.
“Yes, I’ll be okay,” Chloe answered from behind him.
“Are you okay?” there was a wobble in her voice - she clearly wondered if what had happened here was consensual.
“Yes,” Lex said, still breathless. The truth was, he wasn’t sure. If this was all he ever got of Clark he wasn’t sure if he could survive that.
He trudged down the steps still feeling shocked and sated from what took place.
He didn’t see the rest of what took place that night in the loft. The way Chloe had pulled out a green meteor rock and stripped Clark of his red kryptonite.
Maybe it was the orgasm or the relief of a massive secret let out - but Clark didn’t even fight it. He knew what Chloe was there to do and he let her do it.
After she had - and he got dressed - she sat down next to him on the couch and they remained there in silence for half an hour. Neither knew what to say.
Red K or not, Clark had just irreparably altered Lex’s life and Lana’s and his own. Terror, fresh and raw, threatened to drag him under just as it had when he had run away to Metropolis. He wondered if anything would be ‘okay’ ever again.
“What happened, Clark?” Chloe finally asked.
He gulped and closed his eyes, unable to look at her as tears rolled down his cheeks.