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[When Mommy’s at the Market]
Jamie Hood (drama-nerd016)

((If m/m offends you, you may want to opt for a walk in the
park, as opposed to this.))

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Clark took
a step forward in the barn, dusky light falling onto his face in slivers
through the slats. He set his
dirt-slathered shovel to the side and leaned against a wooden column. With a sigh, he let his eyes fall closed,
and commenced with a deep breathing technique he had learned from Lana. She was a sudden yoga fanatic. He had attended one of her Talon classes.
As his
thoughts trailed to other things, school and family, but inevitably, he found them crawling desperately back to one thing: Lex.
Nothing
particular about him, it was everything.
His silky voice that could lead a red-blooded Kansas boy to think of one
thing, his gray-ish eyes Clark liked to gaze into when the man’s attention was
elsewhere, the clean-shaven head that Clark longed to knead fingertips into,
the tall figure Clark yearned only to feel pressed…no, what was he
thinking? Lex was what they spoke of
when they said to reach for the stars; he was purely unattainable. It was unavoidable; the man was untouchable
goods. The Forbidden Fruit.
Besides,
what would he want some silly farmer John-boy for? He had the choice of the priciest whores, cherubic boys, and the
most beautiful high-society women. He
could get a good fuck 24/7, anywhere he liked.
Clark was a Food Lion-brand Coke kind of boy in a Perrier world; he was
a home-rolled joint in a sea of expensive synthetics.
But he
couldn’t escape his mind’s entrapment in the waves of Lex-lust that overcame
him.
If only he
could…they could…
Clark
leaned over and picked up the phone, with the full intent of dialing Lex’s
cell. Just to hear the sex-infused velvet
sound could satisfy him for the day, or the moment, at the least. He pushed the numbers in, the pattern
engraved so deeply within him, it may as well have been tattooed on his
forehead. As he went to hit the last
digit, his body was seized with fear.
He trembled and became chilled with a single breath.
What was he
planning to say? What if Lex was
busy…maybe even with one of his lovers…how could Clark handle that? And what if Clark did tell the truth? What would Lex reply? Would he reply at all, or would he sit
silently on the other end, the only sound emanating his heavy breath intake?
Clark
tossed the phone to the floor, savoring the sudden crack of the plastic hitting
hardwood floors. Bastard, that phone,
trying to draw him into its dark mind games.
He knew its plans. First,
confession, then, humiliation, causing irreparable damage, and the end of
Clark’s life, as he knew it. Friendship
cannot recover from such things. Clark
had had enough experience with both Chloe and Lana to know that friendship does
not convalesce well when the injury is lodged in the heart. No cures for that. And if Clark were rejected, he wouldn’t be able to face Lex, let
alone resume any sort of relationship.
Facing
rejection was not one of Clark’s fortes.
Not that he had experienced it all that much. But he knew his interior was fragile, though one wouldn’t easily
take it, when looking at his toned golden chest and tree-trunk arms. No, Superboy didn’t look very delicate. Appearances are more often than not deceiving.
Startling
him from his reverie of thoughts of sexy hairless men in bathtubs came the
shrill ringing of the phone. He jumped
up from his mattress, reluctantly acknowledging his nearly painful hard-on
waging war with his stiff jeans.
“Hello?” he
asked hopefully, praying to let the velvet voice through to undulate roughly
through him. “Kent’s residence.”
“Honey, I’m
at the market,” his mother cheerfully informed him. No, she had a head full of hair and no penis at all. Well, he thought, maybe Lex would beep in
while he went through motions with Martha Kent, “And I wanted to know if you
want broccoli or cauliflower tonight.
Both look like they’re having good seasons and are on sale. What do you think?”
He heaved a
sigh and answered, “Whichever you’d like, mom.”
His mother
said, “Well, if I wanted to decide, I wouldn’t have called. But I think we’ll have cauliflower. I have some seasoning with me that I think
will taste just terrific with it.”
Clark heard the market crowd passing in the background static of his
mother’s cellular, mumbling “hi!”s and “nice weather isn’t it”s happily. Everyday was the same in the vegetable
stands.
Clark told
his mother bitingly, “That’ll be just spiffy, ma!”
“Is
something wrong, dear?” his mother asked him, her soft voice laced with
candy-sweet concern.
He felt
suddenly angry with himself for taking out his teenage angst and repression on
her, who was calling simply to inquire about the meal she would be preparing for
him. He apologized, “Sorry. It was just a long day. Cauliflower sounds wonderful.”
His mother
replied, albeit with tension in her voice, “All right, sweetie, I should be
home in a couple of hours. I have some
more shopping and then I’m supposed to go visit Ms. Baker. She could use some company”
“Sure,”
Clark said, “Hey, mom? Where’s
dad? I didn’t see him when I got
home.” He was hoping that he, too,
would be out for a while. Clark had
every intention of finding release without worrying about someone popping into
his room to tell him that football was on, or that he needed to head out to the
barn, in which case, Clark would cover himself awkwardly and turn the deepest
shade of scarlet.
“Oh, um,”
Martha thought, “I think he mentioned going out to play some poker for a while
with Pete’s father. I guess dinner will
have to be a little late today.”
Clark tried
hard to hide his triumph, as his straining cock reminded him of the urgency of
getting off…of the phone, that is.
“Well, I’ll see you later, then, mom.”
“Okay. And if you need a snack, there’s some
leftovers in the fridge.”
“Sure. Have fun.
Bye.” Clark knew that hanging
up, as he wanted to do, would be terribly suspicious, so he waited impatiently
for his mother to finish up.
“All
right. Bye,” she hung up in just the
nick of time, as Clark simultaneously unzipped his fly.
He tossed
the phone back to its former position on the dark wood, and released the tense
button. If he hadn’t watched his
strength carefully, he would have been stuck sneaking to the garbage with his
shredded pants, which would be exceedingly difficult to explain to a pair of
frugal parents.
“Sorry, ma
and pa,” he thought to himself, “Mr. Big couldn’t wait.” He laughed, as he went to pull his boxers
down. They had monkeys on them of all
kinds. One danced cheerfully around on
the slit opening to the very eager friend waiting beneath.
As he began
to shove down the elastic waistband, a flushed Lex burst into the room.
“Clark,” he
breathed, “I’ve got…” he trailed off as his eyes found the pathway down to his
tent-like undergarments. “Oh. I didn’t realize…”
Clark
suddenly found life breathe back into his limp limbs and hastily tried pulling
the covers over him, but they caught on his foot and left him tangled up in their
soft fabric, bare and blatantly exposed to Lex’s roaming slate eyes.
“Shit,” he
muttered, all the while untangling himself.
“Do you
need any help?” Lex offered casually.
Clark,
still tangled, angrily replied, “Don’t you rich boys know to knock before
entering a room? And, no, I don’t need
any help. I am perfectly capable of
pulling my own covers up!” His face, he
felt, was an angry crimson, blood washing his cheeks in harsh waves.
Lex
countered, just as nonchalantly, with, “I didn’t mean the covers.” His voice slid over Clark, consuming him and
slithering about his body.
Clark,
naïve as he was about such matters, asked, “Then what do you mean by…” his
voice fell to trap and ended abruptly.
His breath caught in his chest and his heart threatened to illegally
deport. He couldn’t seem to find his
voice, as he and Lex stared uncomfortably at one another. Lex did not appear to be breathing, either,
and hadn’t moved a millimeter from his position. It was made clear that even he, with all of his charm and sexual
prowess, was just as unnerved by his offer as Clark was.
“I…uh…”
Clark stumbled over his tongue, searching for words with stoic desperation.
Lex quickly
made amends. “Look, I’m sorry I walked
in at such an inopportune time, Clark.
You can call me later, if you feel like it. Not that I would expect you to after such an out-of-place
proposition on my part. Enjoy
yourself,” he muttered as he turned to walk away from Clark, maybe forever, if
Clark didn’t find his voice.
Silence is
almost never a good thing in a relationship.
Even Clark was savvy enough to realize that letting Lex go after such an
encounter could have dire effects.
“Lex,
wait,” he called breathlessly. Lex did
not turn back to look him in the eyes.
Unbeknownst to Clark, Lex didn’t have the strength to face him. “It wasn’t…an out-of-place offer. It’s just…I’ve never…I didn’t know…”
“What? That I might hold some sort of fondness for
you in my poor-little-rich-boy cold heart?
Clark, has it ever occurred to you how utterly fascinating you
are?” He had turned back to Clark by
that time, and began to inch slowly towards the bed.
Clark
doubtfully admonished Lex. “But you
have your choice of whomever you please.
You could screw the President’s daughter if you wanted to. I’m not that naïve, Lex. What would you want with me?”
Lex sighed,
and this next-to-frustrated release of breath forced Clark’s heart, among other
things, to hiccup suddenly. “Clark,” he
whispered in his silky way of things, “Do you know how beautiful you are? And do you know how hard I’ve had to
restrain myself from ravaging you each and every time we’re alone in a
room? It’s been hard, Clark, keeping
this inside. I know this sounds
terribly cliché, but it’s the honest-to-God-truth, Clark. And that should mean something, considering
how lacking I am in that department.”
“Lex,”
Clark put a finger to his lips, “let’s talk later.” He pulled Lex down onto the mattress, which gave easily beneath
their weight.
Was this
happening? Did Clark just seduce someone,
Lex to boot? Would he wake up in just a
few minutes, with his nightclothes soiled and sticky? He couldn’t imagine a more uninviting fate.
But the
warmth that was rebounding between their bodies, the feel of Lex’s knit sweater
on his bare stomach, just brushing up against his navel, seemed so real.
Lex bent
down to press his fervent mouth against Clark’s and Clark took to relishing the
taste of his lips, a little salty and the hint of chapstick. Clark found his mouth parting by its own
free will. Lex quickly accepted the
invitation, and pressed his beckoning tongue into Clark’s panting mouth.
The kisses
gained fervor, metamorphosing into a passionate battle of lips and teeth and
tongues, the heat building up into a powerful tempest of lust and greed, as
each tried to best one another. Clark
whimpered as Lex ran his fingertips down Clark’s chest and stomach and further,
teasing his dick, which threatened to escape its confines if things didn’t
progress in a very timely manner, in other words, pretty damn fast.
Lex’s eyelashes suddenly swept
across his collarbone, as he bent and toyed with Clark’s quickly hardening
nipple, flicking his tongue in ways Clark hadn’t thought possible.
Clark was
running ways to return the favor through his head when he found himself
gasping. Lex had migrated south, and
was running his warm tongue down the length of the trail from Clark’s navel
down beneath the waistband of his boxers and moving fast in the general
downward direction.
“Lex,” he
moaned beneath his breath, his eyes rolling backwards and his stomach
shuddering with each meeting of his skin to Lex’s tongue.
Clark
imagined what would commence soon after, and found himself almost impossibly
harder by the mere thought of Lex taking this anywhere more.
But Lex
did. Clark suddenly felt free; the
breeze coming in his window chilled him, but was repaired by Lex’s sudden
intake of Clark’s pulsating shaft.
Clark gasped once more, his breath not wanting to work according to
Clark’s commands, and Clark lost himself in the heat of this moment, this tiny
moment in time wherein Lex ran his tongue over spots Clark had never found on
his own.
Lex pulled
away suddenly, and the cool air rushing over Clark’s cock was not at all
welcome, and Clark frowned with the threat of protest. His leaping member made it very clear that
it was unhappy.
Lex rested
above it, and blew softly on the tip, making Clark shudder once more.
“Please,
Lex,” he begged without thinking. He
had never felt such an urgent need, and Lex’s teasing just wasn’t nice.
“Silly
Clark, this is the fun part. Tell me
you need it,” he urged, his eyes wicked and more lustful than Clark had seen
them, even earlier as Lex watched Clark’s boxers tent up.
Clark
didn’t want to recommence his begging, as he was not used to having to beg for
anything, but his angry member decided otherwise. “Please, Lex. I need it,”
he whispered.
“What was
that, Clark?” Lex teased, running the tip of his thumb over the tip of Clark’s
head, catching a drip of pre-come and sucking it off with his slick lips that
Clark so hungered for.
“I need it,
Lex. Please!” he cried, becoming
increasingly frustrated with the game.
“Very well,
Clark,” Lex succumbed and took Clark back in deep. Clark felt Lex’s throat muscles relax as Lex became accustomed to
the hefty organ that felt so engorged, Clark though he would faint from the
pressure.
Clark
bucked his hips up against Lex’s mouth, fleetingly hoping that he wouldn’t
accidentally injure Lex with his more-than-human strength. Considering this was a first time thing with
someone other than his right hand, Clark had no idea what kind of consequences
could arise.
But he was
too far gone to care very much.
His spasms
rose to the surface as his hip motions boiled oin fin ferocity. Clark came with a shock of light blacking
his vision, a twitching of all of his muscles, and a forceful groan.
“Lex,” he
whimpered like a pup, his shuddering climaxing and coming to a close. His hips’ movements subsided, a tidal wave
come crashing down on the shore and retreating without protest.
Lex wiped
away the traces of Clark’s essence on his mouth, licking his fingertips where
there remained leftovers.
Leftovers…shit,
his mother would show up anytime, only to find him in bed with one of the
richest men alive, his limp cock hanging out and Lex running his tongue over
his lips with a contented smirk. She
would throw a fit, though it was uncommon, and Clark didn’t want to be around
when that meteor hurtled into the Kent household.
“Shit,
shit,” he mumbled, trying to grab at his boxers. “My parents are going to be home.” He began to fumble around, pulling at clothes, trying to clean
himself up quickly enough. “Shit, I
need to go grab the Glade. The smell of
sex is all over this room!”
Lex grabbed
his forearm and gently pulled him back down to the bed. “Clark,” he mumbled through closed teeth, as
he used them to pull down Clark’s replaced boxers, “Relax. Your parents aren’t going to be home anytime
soon, and I’m not finished with you yet.”
Clark
looked at him with wide sapphire eyes. “Where
are my parents?”
Lex
laughed, “Clark, I was serious when I told you to relax. Don’t be so paranoid. I met up with your mother at the
market. I told her to take Jonathan and
go see a film in town, on me. She was a
little reluctant, but I told her she didn’t have to tell your father where the
money came from. And that I would buy us
dinner. She thinks we’re studying.” His suave tone did help Clark to loosen up a
little, but he had his doubts.
“So now I’m
lying to my parents?”
Lex smiled,
“What, were you planning to casually mention over your cauliflower, ‘Mom, dad,
Lex and I made steamy love while you were out.
How bout that weather?’ Please,
let’s just forget about them. I still
want to have my way with you.”
Clark laid
himself back down onto the bed, his worries fading like the sunset going on
outside of his window. “Lex, you know
this isn’t something I’ve done before, right?”
Lex pressed
his lips on Clark’s forehead. “The
surprise of the century, farm-boy.
Here, it only hurts a little.
Put your knees over my shoulders.”
And at some point, Lex’s entire outfit had disappeared, probably lying
in a pile in the corner, but when it occurred, Clark knew nothing of it. “You don’t have any lotion around, do you?”
Clark
blushed. “It’s…uh…in the top drawer.” He did as Lex told him and watched as, in
that position, Lex leaned over and extracted said bottle. He squeezed a quarter-sized dab of it onto
his fingertips.
“Just relax
your muscles and let me do the work and we can go to town with this, Clark,” he
consoled as he rubbed the warm liquid over his own shaft and onto Clark’s tense
opening, then running some onto Clark’s again-stiffening dick and massaging it
in slow rhythmic motions. “Here goes,
farm-boy. Time to grow up, my little
flower bud. I’ll have you deflowered in
no time.”
He smiled
again at Clark and planted his burning lips against Clark’s own once more as he
penetrated Clark’s not-so-willing bud.
He moved slowly, and Clark found that it hurt very little, perhaps as an
effect of his other super-human abilities.
He sheathed himself suddenly within Clark and the intense heat that
filled his body nearly made him come onto his chest once more.
Lex sat for
a moment more, and then, quite taken with his own lust, began to increase the speed
of his thrusts into Clark until they were moving in sync with one another, in
harmony with ancient desires, and Clark moaned loudly, as Lex kept his
composure and tended to Clark’s hurting cock with his generous palm.
Clark felt
Lex hit him in the spot often spoken of, but something Clark had never felt and
he felt the waves of orgasm come crashing down on him once more. With a final cry, he came, spraying into Lex’s
hand and onto his chest and stomach.
His spasms and contractions sent Lex over the edge, as he was close
anyhow, and he rammed his hips against Clark for a few final thrusts,
collapsing like a dummy onto Clark’s soiled chest, where they lay for perhaps
ten minutes, maybe a half an hour, tenderly running fingers over one another
and kissing once in a while, savoring now these newfound feelings, now that the
lust had passed.
Maybe Clark
was in love with him. Maybe they would
just have sex on occasion. Maybe this
would be the one and only time. Clark
didn’t know.
Lex
mentioned, after getting dressed and on his way out the door, “Let me know the
next time your parents will be off at the market, Clark.”
Clark
grinned and threw his boxers at Lex. “Hold
onto these until next time.”

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