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Lex
knew about Clark’s sexuality and was, in the abstract, at peace with it. It was
hard not to know your little brother was sexually attracted to men when he
crawls into your bed and kisses you—it was harder to turn him down, not wanting
to see those green eyes fill with tears. Lex sighs, and rubs the back of his
head, closing his eyes against the budding tension migraine he is starting to
get. He came to Gotham City, and was catching up with Bruce Wayne when he found
out Clark was seeing someone. And the pain he had felt
lancing through his chest was only betrayal that Clark hadn’t been the one to
tell him, or so Lex tries to convince himself. Bruce had mentioned, almost in
passing, that he had learned his ward, Dick Grayson, was dating Lex’s little brother—it
seemed they were quite the item, and just thinking about it hurt.
It isn’t that Lex wants Clark for himself, he’s his little
brother for crying out loud, but Lex can’t help the sense of betrayal. So that
night when Bruce smiles, a little tighter than he used to, and asks Lex if he’d like to spend the night, Lex says yes. And it isn’t bad, but it is bittersweet and poignant, and in
the end Lex and Bruce taste regret as they agree it won’t happen again.
“I love
him,” Lex can still hear Bruce’s voice, dark and sad as he had rolled over to
stare up at the ceiling. He had ignored the way the bed had shook, allowing his
friend his privacy.
“I
know.” Surprisingly, he does know, has known from the moment Bruce had sought
comfort in his arms. Nevertheless, he maintains, he doesn’t
feel the same for Clark. Clark is his little brother, the one he used to tell
fairytales and bedtime stories to, the one who was there throughout his
childhood. And even if he was in love with Clark, he
doubts that Clark would feel the same, let alone that mom and dad would be fine
with them. He doesn’t care how many times they said
they only wanted their boys to be happy, it is practically incest.
Morning
doesn’t made the pain any better, there’s a dull ache in his chest, a sense of
loss and emptiness, and Lex just shrugs off Bruce’s questioning looks. He has to get back to work, back to Metropolis, and did he want to
pass on a message for Dick? He regrets asking that at the look of pain
that Bruce swiftly masks behind the stoicism. Ignoring the pain is second
nature to both men, has been for years, so they take deep breaths and shake hands
before Lex leaves for the helicopter and, ultimately, home.
Habit
dictates that after arriving back in Metropolis Clark will be by to see him,
and Lex pours himself a drink and stands on the penthouse balcony to wait. It doesn’t matter that he’s in town a full day early, Clark has
always come before, and this time won’t be any different. An hour passes, then
two. The pain in his chest returns, and Lex tilts his head back to watch the
sky, refusing to acknowledge the slight blur to his vision as he counts stars.
His brother has never missed being there when he came home, and Lex laughs
softly, fingering the small snow globe he brought back from Gotham. Ever since
Lex left for university, he has been bringing little presents back for Clark.
Never anything expensive, because mom and dad had always hated him spending so
much money, but he never fails to bring Clark back a present. Clark has never
failed to show up for his present either.
By the
third hour, the pain is near impossible to deal with, and Lex finds himself
blinking often just to be able to see his glass in order to refill it. When he drops
his fourth glass, shattering it on the marble tiles, he gives up and grabs the
keys to the lilac Porsche, leaving for the elevator. Mom, he is sure, would
kill him if she knew he was driving after having a few drinks, but since Clark hasn’t shown up yet he’s worried. Not much can stop Clark,
but if something has then by god, Lex is going to save his little brother. And maybe kiss him. Frowning, Lex pushes that thought aside,
reminding himself that he doesn’t love his brother
that way, and surely he means hug, not kiss.
It’s a surprise when he pulls into
the college dorm’s parking lot, and Lex takes a moment to attempt to remember
if he has run any lights, or if he sped the entire way there. Eventually
deciding that it’s unimportant, and he pockets the keys, climbing the
backstairs to the top floor and Clark’s room—a single that Lex had made sure
Clark had, ostensibly so no one would learn of his special abilities when they
sprung out of nowhere—pausing at the sounds he can hear from behind the door.
Swallowing his fear, and his pain, Lex pushes open the door enough to peer
inside.
Clark is
thrusting into Dick, sweat dripping down his back as both boys moan. Lex
swallows, fighting back jealousy and the urge to walk in there and just lick
down Clark’s spine, to spread his younger brother’s cheeks and lick, and taste,
to mark him as Lex’s. Moaning softly, Lex reaches down
to adjust his cock, surprisingly not surprised by the fact that he is already
hard at the sight. The moaning reaches a
fevered pitch as both boys scream out their orgasms,
Clark collapsing onto the bed next to Dick, and the smile he gives the other
man is a thrust through the heart. He watches a moment longer, aching for what
he can’t have, before turning to leave, and as the door to the stairs swings
closed behind him he hears Clark’s voice, low and husky, “I love—” before the
door slams shut and his voice is cut off.
He
flinches, stumbling down the stairs, and unable to see anything. The jealousy
is white hot, blinding in its intensity, and Lex suspects that maybe he’s been fooling himself all along. He wants to get back on
the helicopter, let Bruce comfort him this time, but he can’t,
he learned last night that it’s not enough. He chokes back a sob, thrusting his
fist into his mouth, and he bites
hard, hard enough to break the skin, to flood his mouth with copper scented
blood. It hurts, but not enough to drown the pain of a broken heart.
A
glance at the Porsche through tear-filled eyes is enough to tell him he can’t possibly drive, not like this, and instead he calls
for his driver. It’s 3 am, and he knows he’s pulling his driver out of bed, but god,
he pays the man enough, doesn’t he? Frowning at the callousness of his own
thoughts, Lex vows to give the man a raise because he didn’t
even complain about the hour. Another glance at the Porsche, and he knows it’s his favourite, but he doesn’t care, he has to go, get
away from here. It feels like hours have passed, or seconds, or god, something,
and when his driver pulls up, scruffy and unshaven, shirt tails hanging out of
pants, Lex can’t bring himself to care and he just collapses onto the leather
upholstery.
He can’t care, not about the mess the drivers in, or the fact
that his Porsche is just sitting out there without even the alarm set, and he
laughs, because who would be stupid enough to steal his car anyway. He wants to
go back to before, before Gotham city when he could fool himself, and pretend
he doesn’t love his baby brother. All he can think of
is how badly he wants to go home, and curl up on his small bed in his room with
aged lace curtains, and the quilt mom made him after he was
adopted. Except that’s the room he slept in, the bed he slept in when Clark kissed him the first time, and he moans,
covering his eyes with both hands. He had everything he could want, his brother, and he turned him down. Lex
doubts he has ever felt more like an idiot than he does now, knowing he had
held heaven and gave it up in the same breath.
Another
sob, and Lex is stunned when he realizes that he’s
been crying this whole time. He wants his mom, wants mom to tell him that
everything will be okay, to hold him the way she held Clark and him when they
were children, and fuck, he can’t stop thinking about Clark. He needs a drink, or
twenty, however many it takes to forget this pain, forget how much he loves his
little brother, forget the sight of Clark fucking
Dick Grayson. And now he’s not only jealous of Dick,
but of Bruce, because at least Bruce didn’t have to see the boy he loved making
love to another man, didn’t have to hear those words. He helps himself to the
scotch in the car, and for once passes up the glass and just starts drinking
from the bottle in between choking sobs.
He
hates this feeling, and he hates Bruce, and Clark, and Dick fucking Grayson. He ignores his staff,
ignores the fact that they’re all staring at him as he
stumbles out of the car, refusing to relinquish the bottle of scotch as he
stumbles towards the elevator. He ignores everything until he stumbles into the
penthouse and right into Clark, who looks terrified and worried all at once.
“’lo
Clark,” Lex slurs, trying—and failing—to smile as he lurches towards the living
room, and the liquor cabinet he keeps well stocked. Clark’s
standing between the cabinet and him in the blink of an eye, taking the bottle
out of his hands. “Thought you were busy.” He turns
and collapses on the nearest couch, legs akimbo as he lounges back. He can feel
his metabolism burning the alcohol out of his system, and he laughs bitterly,
wishing that he could have at least one night where he could drink himself into
oblivion before having to deal with this, with Clark, with maybe hearing about
the love of his life.
“Come
on, Lex, you know I’m never too busy for you,” Clark’s smile is brilliant,
tainted by worry. Lex can read the worry, the pain that his brother is trying
to hide and he groans, grabbing a pillow to place over his face. “I saw the
Porsche…” his voice trails off, and the bitter laughter returns. Of course he saw the Porsche, which means Clark probably knows
what Lex saw.
“I’m an
idiot, Clark.” The words tumble out of Lex, muffled by the pillow. “I thought
it was wrong, and I didn’t, but now I know, and I do, but I gave it up, and
Christ, Clark, I gave it up, and how stupid am I?” The couch dips beneath
Clark’s weight, and tender hands scoop Lex up, cradling him against the broad
chest of his brother. He’s being rocked, and soft
words fall like raindrops, gentled by tender kisses to his scalp, and as the
pillow is removed, the tears move to his eyes, brushing away tears in the gentlest
of caresses.
He can
almost make out the words, maybe two out of three, and as he quiets, he begins
to understand. “Not an idiot, Lex, never stupid. You’re perfect, wonderful,
amazing.” Somehow, words that are meant to make him
feel better fill him with bittersweet tenderness, and he pulls away, blue eyes
shimmering with tears as he looks at Clark.
“I
saw…”
“I
know. I saw your car, and… I had to come.” Clark runs his fingertips over Lex’s
cheek, and blue eyes close for a moment before Lex looks again, seeing the
sorrow, the pain that he doesn’t quite understand. Why
is Clark so sad if he’s in love with Dick? “He loves
Bruce, you know.” Clark looks out the window, a small, sad smile playing over
his lips. “And he knows that I love someone else.” Clark won’t
meet Lex’s eyes, won’t even look his way, and Lex is terrified, and jealous, fuck is he ever jealous. His brother
fucked one man, loves someone else, and it hurts. Lex thought he knew pain,
knew what it was to hurt so much you wished you were dead, but that has nothing
on this. It feels like his heart is being torn out and run
through a paper shredder before someone tries to stuff it back in his chest.
“God,
Lex, the men we love… they’re so sophisticated, and know so much, and we
thought—we thought that if we had some experience, you know? If we had some
experience maybe they’d look at us. Maybe they’d see we aren’t kids, or—fuck, maybe you’d see I’m not your little brother. Hell, Lex, we’re
not even the same species.” Clark’s laughter is so full of pain that Lex aches
for him, and it takes a moment for his brain to catch up, and figure out what
Clark said. “I’m the idiot, Lex. I should have known. Should
have learnt. Said no once, why would it be any—”
Lex
stops Clark, shuts him up with his mouth pressing against Clark’s, captures the
syllables with his own mouth and tastes—and fuck, Clark tastes good, like
everything he’s ever wanted, needed, looked for. He tastes like dreams
fulfilled and wishes granted, and Lex can’t seem to
get enough, or taste enough. He bites Clark’s lip, hard enough that he can feel
it, and they moan together, the sound mixing, blending as it passes from one
brother’s mouth to the other’s. Lex’s tongue flickers
over Clark’s lip, soothing away the bite before pressing in, rubbing over teeth
before tasting, and he moans because the taste is stronger, more distilled,
more Clark. And
then he can’t think, all he can do is feel as Clark kisses him back, and
their tongues press against each other, and then god then Clark sucks on his tongue, and Lex is certain that his
cock just throbbed in time with the sucking.
Lex
feels the warmth of the couch under his back before he even realizes that Clark
has managed to move him, that Clark is straddling him, knees on either side of
Lex as he tears his mouth away and begins to lick and bite at Lex’s neck. “God. Always wanted this, always wanted you. I love you,
Lex. You, always you.” And
Lex moans, ignoring the tears that are falling once more, the pain in his chest
loosens, slipping away. Clark loves him,
not Dick, not some other man, but him, Lex, his big brother. His hips are
lifting, arching, twisting, pressing against Clark’s
weight wantonly.
“I love
you, Clark. Fuck, I love you.” Lex
wraps arms around Clark, pulling his head away from the juncture where neck
meets shoulder, whimpering at the loss. Looking directly into Clark’s eyes, he
whispers ferociously, “never again, you’re mine. Do you understand me? Mine.”
He rolls them over to the floor, landing heavily on top of his brother, before
attacking Clark’s neck, bruising biting kisses to his throat, knowing he can’t
mark his brother, but god does he ever try. Pulling back, he sees nothing; no
mark other than damp trail of where his lips had been that quickly dries,
evaporating off skin that’s almost too hot to touch.
He wants to mark him, to claim him so no one but him ever fucks his brother
again. He considers a collar, but the idea is tossed to the side because Clark
would look ridiculous, but vows that he’ll find
something, some way to mark him.
Clark
shifts under Lex’s perusal, and Lex moans at the feeling of Clark’s hard cock
pressing up against his ass through the material of pants. “Fuck,” he whispers
to himself before bending over to tug Clark’s shirt off. It looks like Clark is
going to speed them out of the clothing but Lex shakes his head. He wants to
strip his brother, to savour every moment—you only get a first time once after all, and he intends to
make it last. He brushes hot kisses across Clark’s abdomen, biting, licking,
sucking as he works his way upwards, flicking and twisting Clark’s nipples.
Clark moans, and Lex smiles wickedly, thrilled to be reducing his brother to
this hot, quivering mass of alien on his living room floor. He moves up, and
circles a nipple with his tongue, pulling back to puff hot air over the damp
trail left behind, and Clark’s hips buck, nearly throwing Lex off of him.
For the first time
Lex is grateful for the god-awful country-western bar his ex used to love, and
the hours he spent learning to ride one of the damned mechanical bulls, because
he manages to stay over Clark, and he bites the nipple in retaliation.
The
next time Clark moans the sound goes straight to Lex’s cock, and he grinds his
hips down against Clark’s, eliciting another one of those delightful moans. He
moves up, biting Clark’s clavicle as he slides his fingers through Clark’s
hair, twisting and pulling, directing Clark to remain still just using his
hands. He can feel Clark’s hair, silky and soft, brushing against his forehead
and it’s so different from anything he’s felt in the past
but it’s so fucking right that Lex moans softly, biting harder before moving
up, lips following Clark’s neck, pausing to suck on his Adam’s apple. Licks his
way over Clark’s chin, moving along his jaw in tender, hard bites moaning as
every bite causes Clark’s hips to rock against his, cocks pressing against each
other through pants, and fuck, there’s no way he can last, and no way he can
stop. He bites the lobe of Clark’s ear, suckling softly. “I’m going to fuck
you, Clark. I’m going to strip you down, and lick every part of your body, and
make you scream my name, and then—fuck—then, I’m going to slide into you, and fuck you until we’re
both screaming.” He bites down, hard. “Any objections?”
Clark
moans, shaking his head, unable to even speak as Lex smiles wickedly, reaching
down to flick open the buttons of Clark’s jeans with one hand, the other too
occupied with pulling Clark’s hair, guiding him to move his head so Lex can
nibble at his other ear. He’s not as surprised as he
thinks he should be when he slips his hand inside Clark’s pants and feels skin
instead of boxers, and he smiles against Clark’s shoulder. “You fucking slut,
you came here expecting to get laid, didn’t you?” Somehow knowing Clark wants
this is enough to make the rest of the pain vanish, and Lex licks a broad
stripe across Clark’s shoulder as he wraps his hand around Clark’s cock,
moaning at the feel velvet-wrapped steel in his hand.
“Not
expecting, but—god, yes—I wanted it… I want you, Lex.” Clark’s broken moans serve to
push Lex on and he let’s go of Clark’s hair and slides sinuously down his body,
dropping kisses at random, sucking at the skin he bares as he pulls Clark’s
pants off entirely, using his feet to finish removing them. He leans back to
get a good look at his brother, and quickly grabs his own cock, squeezing hard
in an attempt to stave off his own orgasm because, god, he’d
never live it down if he came just from looking
at Clark.
“Perfect,”
he whispers, leaning forward to just bury his nose
against Clark’s hip, breathing in the scent of his brother, moaning at how he
smells like home. Lex idly wonders if it’s possible to bottle the scent and
wear it everywhere, just immerse himself in the smell of his brother, so no
matter where he was he could just smell
him. He can’t help but taste, tongue darting out to do so, savouring the salty
tang of sweat, and the slightest hint of latex, and Lex moans, realizing that
Clark had used a condom with Dick, and promising himself that nothing will get
between them, that he’ll do this, have this first with Clark. He’s never fucked bareback before, and knows Dick was
Clark’s first and they obviously used a condom. He presses his hands against
Clark’s hips, almost as though holding him down, and hoping Clark will stay
still as he nuzzles his hip once more, trailing his lips over Clark’s thighs,
keeping his promise to Clark. He licks, and bites, and kisses his way down
Clark’s leg, pausing at the knee to lavish extra attention to the back,
grinning as Clark twists and moans, not expecting to be so sensitive there.
Moving lower still, until suddenly he swoops down and sucks Clark’s big toe
into his mouth and Clark’s eyes fly open, screaming Lex’s name in a scandalised
tone mingled with shocked pleasure.
Lex
smiles again, looking up at Clark from under his eyelashes before letting the
big toe slip out of his mouth and moving on to the next. By the time Lex is swiping his tongue over the arch in Clark’s foot
all he can hear is his name, sobbed out brokenly in between incoherent moaning
and pleading. And he’s only finished with one foot,
one leg, and Clark’s so hard when Lex brushes his fingers over his cock. By the
time Lex is finished with Clark’s other foot Clark is swearing that Lex is
evil, and begging, pleading, offering his soul if he would just fuck him already. Gesturing for Clark to
turn over, Lex smiles wickedly and moves up a bit to give his brother room.
Clark’s
hips are moving, rotating, thrusting against the thickly sheepskin area rug,
and Lex straddles his brother’s hips to bite the knob at the back of Clark’s
neck, teeth digging in hard enough that if Clark weren’t invulnerable Lex would
be drinking blood, and the knowledge makes Clark cry out, sobbing and pleading
incoherently. And Lex can barely restrain himself, and
he stops trying, moving down to spread Clark’s ass cheeks, leaning in and
inhaling, scenting his brother before his tongue darts out to trace around
Clark’s pucker. They both moan, Clark surprised at how good it feels, and Lex
enjoying the taste as he dives in for more, licking and biting before thrusting
his tongue in. Clark nearly squeals, hips thrashing wildly under Lex, and fuck,
Lex can’t hold himself back, can’t resist as he slides
two fingers into Clark’s ass, stretching him and roughly preparing him.
He
bites one cheek, then the other before he stands, and quickly strips out of his
clothing. Clark rolls over to watch, and Lex moans at the
look of lust, and want, and—Christ—need in Clark’s eyes. Clark’s legs fall
open, a silent invitation for debauchery if there ever was one, and Lex can’t resist, won’t resist and he spits in the palm of his
hand, covering his cock as he drops to his knees. “Now, Clark, now I’m going to
fuck you. I’m going to be the first to take your ass, and I’m going to be the
last, little brother.” He smiles possessively, thrusting in one smooth motion
until he sinks in completely.
He isn’t going to last long, and he suspects Clark won’t
either. Moaning, he leans forward to kiss Clark, hard, biting, tongues tangling
together. He reaches between them and strokes Clark’s cock, and before he even
realizes it he’s cumming,
screaming Clark’s name as Clark bucks up against him, hot cum splashing over
their chests. Lex hazily notes that Clark is screaming his name as they cum
together, for the first time, or the last time, he isn’t
sure which right now, and it feels so good, so right, and he’s stunned it’s
taken them so god damn long to get to this point, to get here.
Lex
kisses Clark again, tenderly this time, gentle, so soft it’s
barely there as he pulls out and collapses onto Clark, closing his eyes. “I
love you…” he whispers, or thinks he whispers, and he’s
too tired to care which it is right now.
“I
know.” He smiles as Clark kisses his head as tenderly as he had earlier when
Lex fell apart on him. “I love you, too. I always have, Lex.”
And as Lex is falling asleep he’s
grateful to Dick, because somehow he wasn’t so sure he would have realized how
much he loved Clark if it wasn’t for him. “I love you,” he whispers again,
smiling as he falls asleep.
“I
know.” Clark kisses Lex once more before falling asleep, holding his brother in
his arms.
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