Summary: The Kents take Lex in. Clark wants to help him feel better.
Rating: G
Categories: Slash
Characters: None
Genres: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Published: 08/19/07
Updated: 08/19/07
Prodigal Night by herohunter
Chapter 1: Prodigal Night
Author's Notes: PRODIGAL NIGHT
He should not have showered. No, should have gone straight to the small lumpy bed smelling of sweat and hay and…other stuff. He was, however, who he was and Spartan discipline was actually something he was proud of maintaining. But now that all the muscles in his body ached, he wished he had not let the hot water add to the pain of the microscopic tearing of his muscle fibers and great, he was quoting a medical encyclopedia in his head.
Why had he dressed at all? He was *so* never going to move again. But the more he stared at the sofa bed, the more appealing it looked, and so he braced himself and sat. Ow! Thighs, knees and - Lord help him - butt! Without making any sudden (or at all) movements with his arms, he lay down. Chanced a look at the bedside table lamp and then scowled at it. Hey, at least his lips and tongue were not sore. Ignored the soft light of the lamp and managed to roll over on his stomach. Which left him dangerously close to the edge of the bed, but he was pretty sure he would not be moving enough tonight to fall off. Nope, not going to happen. He closed his eyes and tried not to remember the vision that had been Clark in jeans and a tight t-shirt unloading sacks of chicken feed from his father’s truck.
Broad shoulders, tight butt and those hands…Lex swallowed and drifted into sleep.
Woke up two inches off the mattress. Opened his eyes, tried to make sense of what was going on and then yelped when his entire body complained as he flinched in surprise.
“It’s okay, Lex, it’s me.”
He was being placed back on the mattress in the center of it, still on his stomach, and he finally noticed the gentle grip under his armpits. Once he was secured, the hands that had moved him went to rest over his back. Clark’s hands. Not moving. On his back.
But before he could inquire out loud, the hands were pulling on his shirt, somehow unbuttoning it from *under* him, slowly pulling the lilac silk off his back. Yeah, Lex had gone to sleep wearing his best shirt; his French tailor would have died. But he had wanted a reminder of who he was and that doing farm chores at the Kent farm was only temporary. Extremely, very temporary.
There they were again, the hands. Rubbing on his back, leaving again, then working on…was that lavender oil he smelled? It felt like oil and it smelled of lavender, but how--ohh…
Just before he started drooling on the pillow, Lex swallowed a couple of times and bit his lower lip in order not to moan out loud. Then he got a grip.
“What are you doing, Clark?” He asked, and was glad when the answer was not ‘massaging you, duh!’
“You were wincing. I’m just loosening up your muscles a little.”
Lex’s following question was automatic. “How could you have possibly known that I was wincing?” He had closed the door. And the lacy drapes on the windows. The hands stopped. Lex lifted his head and ow, neck! No, no, keep going, just tell me-
“Can’t you let it go just this once, Lex, and let me help you?”
Let go of what? My fixation for you? Not likely, dear boy…But he settled his head back down and closed his eyes. Yeah, Clark, help me. A little lower, please. Or *a lot* lower…
Fingers resumed their gentle kneading of Lex’s sore muscles. Oh, he had done the work without complaining all right, but that did not mean that his body did not feel entitled to. Still…Clark’s hands were warm and oh so big. Not that Lex had noticed Clark’s hands before. Ever. Not when Clark rubs them together whenever he is nervous, not when he wiggles his fingers around a pool cue when it is Lex’s turn to play.
Clark’s large hands. And warm, had he already said that in his mind? Anyway, warm and strong and fingers splaying over his back and Lex had to shift his hips to make room for his hardened cock. No, don’t think of that, just take another breath and let yourself be soothed by Clark’s big hands…
“I guess so.”
Lex reluctantly opened his eyes and spoke deliberately to the sofa bed.
“Pardon me?”
“You said that my hands are big, I was just agreeing with you.”
Shit! He said that out loud? What else had he said? He sure as hell was not about to ask Clark. Whose hands had…Oh. That felt good, although his superb memory did not recall his using his scalp while mucking the stalls. He did not think, at least…
A long hum escaped him that he could not control. Nor did he try to.
“You liked that?” Clark had to be smiling by the sound of his voice. Lex was too.
“Mmmm…”
No, don’t leave, ohh…
The hands were back, thumbs gently running down the back of his neck, wonderful pressure, then rubbing small circles on his shoulders, separating, fingers wrapping around his arms, squeezing, working them loose. Forearms. Then one hand lifted Lex’s right one while fingers entwined with his. Pulled away, tight around his knuckles, loosening even his lean fingers. Twice, both hands, and Lex was trying to remember how many massage techniques he had ever experienced. Swedish, Bowen, Thai, Amma, and a few purely for entertainment purposes. NONE of them like this, like Clark’s hands on him, slowly returning to his back, traveling down, around his waist and up again. The small of his back and Lex opened his eyes again. Waited, as the hands hesitated.
“I’m going to take off your pants to do your legs, okay?”
Oh, crap, no, not okay, Clark can’t touch my legs, can’t touch my legs, can’t…
“Lex?”
“Okay.”
But he refused to help by not lifting his hips.
“Ah!” as two thumbs buried a trail down the back of his thighs. Clark jumped and grabbed Lex’s ankles.
“Too strong? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Lex, I--”
Lex did look over his shoulder into the wide green eyes.
“Clark, relax, I’m fine. Try it again.”
“You sure?”
OH YEAH.
“Yes, I’m tougher than I look, go ahead.”
A loud breath, more oil and Lex did not want to look away, but did. He let himself drown in the magically healing touch of Clark’s hands. It was as if he could see through Lex's skin, could find the exact spot to relieve the soreness. Amazing. Well, not it itself, Clark was amazing, so Lex should know not to expect anything less.
After even his feet received the same attention as the rest of him, Lex let out a long sigh. Too bad it was over. But then, there was a burning palm on the small of his back. Uh-oh.
“Do you want me to do your butt?”
Don’t laugh, don’t chuckle and, for God’s sake, Do. Not. Snicker!
Do I want you to do my-- “That’s all right, Clark, you don’t have to-” Whoa!
“That’s no problem, Lex, I’ll just reach under your…”
Oh, sweet Jesus! Lex shut his eyes tightly and tried not to let out raspy breaths. Tried, but the thumbs were back, on his ass. Clark’s hands on his ass. Uh, that was…Clark’s hands on his ass! On his ass! And oh, Lord have mercy, was it good and he had been so sore there too, and was Clark kneeling over his legs? And if he continued to rub Lex against the bed, Lex was going to come right there and then.
“You’re so hot, Lex.”
“Huh?”
“You’re all hot now, I need to keep you that way.”
Lex gasped at the voice in his ear, when did Clark’s hands leave his butt and go to the sides of his head? And if his hands were there, then what was poking his…oh, God!
“Unh…aark…” He had tried saying his friend’s name, but there was a sudden warm breath on his neck, an entire length of Clark over him, heavy, hard, whispering softly.
“Turn around, Lex, let me do the other side, okay?”
Might as well have said, ‘turn over, baby.’ Lex was not going to turn over.
“Clark, I don’t think-”
“It’s all right, Lex, just let me finish it…”
“But it’s gonna look-”
“Like I’m helping out my best friend.”
Oh yeah that’s exactly what it’s gonna look like.
“But your parents are-”
“Out. Playing cards at the Rosses’. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone…that you were sore. I just want to make it go away for you.”
Still on top of him, still breathing on his neck. And, oh, my God, did Clark just rub his nose on his ear?
“What planet did you come from?”
And Clark was off him, squatting by the bed, giving him the guilty puppy-who-peed-on-the-Persian-rug look he knew so well. Lex lifted himself on his elbows and smiled.
“You don’t usually behave like this, Clark.”
Clark blushed. Ha, *there* was the Clark that Lex knew, but then the saddening of that young face made Lex’s heart tighten.
“You’re right, I’m sorry, I just saw that you were in pain and I didn’t think and then you-”
“Clark.”
*
“You’re rambling.”
“Sorry.” Chin deep into chest, getting ready to get up and leave. Then Lex could see so many faces in front of him, glaring at him. His father, Jonathan Kent, Lana, even his dead mother and Martha. No, not them, they would have understood that Lex could not see Clark sad. Ever. It killed him.
“The problem with you doing the other side, Clark,” he started, taking a hold of Clark’s shoulder before he could run away in shame, and just a t-shirt between his hand and the tan skin…he was *so* fucked! Green eyes looked at him, hopeful. For what, he would like to know. Or not.
“Is that massages tend to get me…aroused.”
No, not the tilting, not the tilting…Damn it.
Clark tilted his head to the side before he spoke.
“Oh, that’s fine, I just won’t look…there.”
Lex manage to give him an offended look. “It’s not that small to go unnoticed, Clark.”
Clark was mortified. “No, no, it’s not what I meant, I just meant that, well-”
“I’m just messing with you. Really, after you’re done, I think I’ll give you a massage. You seem a little tense.”
Hey, there’s an idea. And Lex ignored the sudden twitching of his cock at the thought and did turn over. Looked down, then dropped his head on the pillow. Well, at least nothing was sticking out of his black boxer briefs. He glanced at what Clark was doing. Kneeling on the bed again, only between his legs, could he say oh God enough times, applying more oil to his palms, squinting his eyes, starting on Lex’s feet again.
All that Lex hoped at this point was for his underwear not to show the puddle of pre cum that was not getting any smaller.
“I never took you for a brief boxers kind of guy, Lex. Always thought you’d wear either silk boxers or nothing at all.”
Wait. Clark had pondered about his underwear? And how could he had possibly guessed that…
“They’re new. I in fact do wear silk boxers. Or nothing at all.”
And were they really discussing Lex’s choice in underwear as Clark gave him a rub down?
A small silent ‘o’ as Clark’s fingers repeatedly circled his knees and Lex could not help but look. A slight frown of concentration, eyes intense on the skin under the hands, eyebrows, bangs, eyes, nose, lips, scar. Everything so perfect…
“How did you get the scar under your chin, Clark?”
Green eyes briefly encountered his, then returned to the serious business of his thighs. “I fell on a piece of meteor rock when I was nine.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, it hurt. I didn’t like it.”
Lex chuckled. As if pain was not an intrinsic part of life. Only Clark could make life sound like that.
Fingertips kneaded his upper thighs under his long briefs and Lex closed his eyes again. Ignored the begging, praying and downright imploring of his cock, and just relaxed back onto the warmness. Spreading, covering him. His stomach, waist, his very sore chest -and Clark was especially careful there- and the joints of his shoulders.
“I like your shoulders.”
Lex refused to open his eyes. Clark was over him again, one knee between his legs and the other pressed against his left hip. But Lex did smile.
“You like my shoulders?”
“Uh-huh.”
Lex chuckled. “You do realize that you’re the one with ‘the shoulders’ in this friendship, right?” He asked, and he did not need to look to know that Clark was shrugging named shoulders.
“Well, I like yours.”
It had sounded pouty and Lex chuckled again.
“Let me know if this hurts.” And large hands - he could repeat it forever, large and warm, large and *always* so warm - were wrapping around his neck, thumbs so carefully finding his muscles there and stretching them, making Lex feel safer than anyone ever should while having their neck clamped, no matter how tenderly.
“Mmmm…” Great, he was humming again.
And Clark was grinning again, by the sound of him. Yeah, Lex knew him that well. He *had* spent countless hours just observing, for reasons that were less than purely scientific.
“Good?”
“M-hmmm…”
And the hands were back on his head, fingertips massaging his forehead, his temples and it was all so good, and the knee between his legs was pressing against his erection just so and-
“I want you so bad, Lex.”
No double meaning this time. What other way could someone *want* someone else *so bad*? Lex opened his eyes. Clark blinked at him, slowly.
“What?”
Clark’s lips thinned. “You either heard me or you didn’t. I‘m not going to repeat it.” The hands had stopped moving, but hung on to his scalp almost possessively.
“Why not? Isn’t this about making me feel good?”
Clark nodded, a little unsure. Lex smile remained.
“That made me feel even better than the massage. Say it again.”
Not the grin, not the--
The Grin became plastered to Clark’s face. Lex was fucked.
“I want you, Lex, I have for a long time now.”
And that was Clark Kent saying that? What could have triggered…oh, WAIT.
“Why are you telling me this now?”
“You mean besides you being almost naked in my house while my parents are out?”
“Yes…besides that.”
Clark licked his lips, forgot to smile and nodded. And neither of them thought it awkward that he was almost lying over Lex again.
“When I saw you arrive…with Lucas. That was when I realized.”
“Realized what, Clark?” Oh, you are *so* going to have to say it, Kent! In retribution for so many wet dreams and drinking myself to sleep…
Clark squirmed over Lex, which did nothing to remove the demand out of Lex’s expression, while at the same time doing wonders for his already aching cock.
“That I don’t really mind the girls…the women, so much. But if you’re going to…be with…a guy…”
“Yeah?” Lex’s left hand developed a mind of its own and reached up, caressing Clark’s cheek. But when Clark pressed against the touch and closed his eyes, Lex threatened to withdraw it. Clark took a deep breath.
“Ifyou’regoingtobewithaguythenitshouldbewithme,Lex!”
Again, Oh, God!
“I wasn’t with Lucas, Clark, he is my brother.”
A sniffle. “Well, I didn’t know that until you told me, did I?” Had Clark whined? Were those tears…oh no, Clark crying was bad, very bad!
“Shh, it’s all right. You know now, don’t you?”
And could the conversation be a little more surreal? Apparently so, as Clark sniffled one more time.
“Are you going to kiss me now or tell me to go fuck myself?”
Lex’s eyebrows rose. “Clark, I-”
Black bangs got dislodged as Clark shook his head, determined. His nose flared, just a little. Jesus, Lex loved it when that happened!
“No, Lex! No more innuendos, no more accidental brushing and comfortable silences. I am so in love with you it’s not even funny, and you seem to…like me a lot, too. So you either want me or not. If not, and you’re still okay with it, then we’ll stay friends. Because I’m so fucking tired of lying to you and keeping my real self from you!”
It was serious, Clark had cursed. *gasp* Lex licked his own lips, slowly.
“And if I want you? If I’ve wanted you ever since you saved my life? Even before then?”
But instead of the reaction he had aimed for, which would have been a big sloppy kiss, Clark glared at him. *Glared* at him!
“Then why the hell did you keep pushing me off to Lana? All this time, Lex?”
The lean hand that still touched Clark’s cheek lowered and rested on Clark’s neck.
“Because I wanted you to be happy. And I thought that she would make you happy.”
Clark’s smile was loving and filled with pain and admiration at the same time.
“Only I can make myself happy, Lex.”
And there was that. Touché, Clark.
“And you.”
“Me?” Lex asked, shyly. The big warm body finally relaxing over his, and Clark lowered his lips within brushing distance of Lex’s.
“You, Lex, can make me happy, if you stop over analyzing everything and just kiss me already.”
...
The End.
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