Toss the Garter
Orithain and Rina
Disclaimer: Would that they belonged to us so that we
could watch instead of just writing about it, but they don’t.
Chewing on the arm of his glasses but retaining enough
presence of mind so as not to bite through the black resin, Clark stared
down at the simple cream invitation lettered with black calligraphy, hoping
Lex didn’t strangle him when he saw it.
‘Mr. Alexander J. Luthor and Mr. Clark J. Kent request the
pleasure of your company at their commitment ceremony.’
The date, eight weeks in the future, and the place, a bed
and breakfast in Vermont, gave the when and the where. Everything was set,
except for one little detail—Clark hadn’t told Lex he was planning this.
It wasn’t that he thought Lex would mind the ceremony and what it meant;
it was that his partner loved to be in control - of everything. Well,
this was one time he wasn’t going to be in charge, and he’d just have to
Sliding the personal note he’d written into the envelope
on top of the invitation, Clark sealed the flap and addressed the front to
Lex, not adding a return address as he had to the small pile of invitations
he’d already finished. Just his family and their closest friends had been
invited, and he had flights arranged for his parents, Rob and Lana and their
Dave and Chloe, who was five months pregnant with their
first child, were coming in with Bruce and Dick, and Clark didn’t envy the
two of them that flight. After three years in Gotham, Chloe still
hadn’t ferreted out their secret, but somehow Clark knew she’d find out
After affixing stamps to the invitations, Clark stood and
walked from his cubicle to the mail slot in the main hallway of his floor of
the Planet. Taking a deep breath, he slid the envelopes into the slot,
watching them fall through the wall and down to the paper’s mailroom. Two
days at the maximum and the card would get to the house. Two days to live.
Turning away from the innocent looking slot, Clark wondered if a monster
attack would be too much to ask for.
Lois Lane strode into the newsroom at the Planet, gaze
immediately zeroing in on her partner while everyone else scurried out of
"Kent!" Brandishing a familiar cream vellum
envelope, she stalked toward him, eyes flashing. "What exactly is this?
I thought we were partners, friends, and this is how you choose to
let me know you’re getting married?"
Clark looked up, pushing his glasses higher on the bridge of
his nose as he did so. "Well," he said, trying to grin and
glancing down at his phone to make sure the message light wasn’t blinking,
"if it makes you feel any better, you know before Lex."
That stopped Lois in her tracks, and her eyes widened as she
gaped at him. "You didn’t?" she gasped. "Clark, he’s
going to kill you!"
"Probably, but hopefully he’ll stop before he
finishes the job." Clark shrugged. "It’s not often I can
surprise him, so when I can, I do."
Lois shook her head, laughing slightly. "I really don’t
know how you two make it work. You’re so different. But you obviously do.
And yeah, I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss this for the world." She
only wished she could be on hand to see Luthor’s face when he found out...
"When exactly are you planning to tell him, anyway?"
Clark took a deep breath and let it out. "Tonight, when
he opens the mail. I sent him an invitation too." As prickly as his
start with Lois had been, they’d become good friends over the past two
years, the fact that she reminded him an awful lot of Chloe helping matters
Lois’ eyes widened again. "I think that’s taking
surprise to a whole new level, Clark. You’d better make sure to get of
here on time tonight. He may need CPR."
He chuckled at that. "I can manage that. I just hope
nothing comes up is all. Better to let him blow while I’m there than stew
about things for hours."
"Yeah, I can see where giving Lex Luthor time to brood
and build up a head of steam would be bad. Sort of like letting a nuclear
reactor go critical," Lois said dryly.
"He’s not that bad, Lois," Clark said seriously,
looking up at her. While the two of them got along fine, relations between
Lois and Lex weren’t that smooth. Clark knew Lex’s annoyance was because
of her long-standing fixation with Superman, but there was no way he could
explain that to her, so he tried to mitigate things as best he could.
"Besides, I can’t think of anyone else around here like that..."
He trailed off and grinned as she gave him the evil eye.
Lois let that go in favor of something that had just
occurred to her. "Did you invite Superman? I know he considers you a
friend." She might be able to tie him down if she played this right.
She’d been angling for a date with the muscular alien for ages.
God, that was the last thing Lex needed to hear
about. Stifling a silent groan, Clark grinned and shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, it’s not like I have his address, and I think he might have
more important things to do then go to my and Lex’s commitment
Only briefly deflated by that logic, Lois pointed out,
"Lex Luthor’s marriage is going to get some serious media coverage. I’m
sure he’ll hear about it, and since he talks to you so often, I’ll bet
he’ll show up. If he doesn’t have to save someone, of course. But I’m
sure he’ll try. Hmm, I’d better get a new dress, something he’d
like," she mused.
"Well, don’t get your hopes up," Clark
cautioned. "But if you’re nice, I’ll introduce you to Bruce Wayne
and his partner Dick Grayson..."
"What is with billionaires and being gay?" Lois
grumbled, momentarily sidetracked. "Luthor and Wayne could buy the
planet between them, and they both fall for younger men. It’s enough to
make a woman take vows."
Clark had to chuckle at that. "Don’t worry, Lois. I’m
sure there’s a nice man out there just waiting for you to tell him what to
do - or maybe a female billionaire." He ducked as she raised a hand to
smack him at the last.
"Very funny, Clark. Fortunately, I have my sights set a
little higher." She started to drift off into her favorite fantasy of
her, Superman, and a tropical island, but she was interrupted by a bellow
that shook the dust from the rafters—or would have if there’d been
rafters in the newsroom.
She rolled her eyes at Clark as they started toward Perry’s
office in response to his roar.
Tired after a long day of negotiating with a Japanese
research firm, Lex let himself into the house and barely had the energy to
bend down to pet Sheri and Gohan when they bounded across the marble
flooring to greet him at the door. Still, their effusive welcome raised his
spirits, so by the time he let them into the yard and started flipping
through the mail, he was feeling better. Coming home always did that for
A heavy vellum envelope, hand-lettered in expert
calligraphy, caught his attention, particularly since it was addressed to
him alone. People had learned by now that ignoring Clark was a sure way to
be ignored by Lex, so it had been some time since he’d received an
invitation that wasn’t addressed to both of them. Frowning, he slit it
open with the small blade on his key chain and withdrew the contents.
He grew even more bewildered when he recognized Clark’s
handwriting on the note, but he put that aside for the moment in favor of
the invitation. He unfolded it curiously and nearly fell to the floor when
he read it.
Moments passed as Lex stared at the wedding invitation--his
wedding invitation—then slowly, he started to smile. "Leave it to
Clark to come up with a way to avoid actually asking me," he chuckled
aloud, a thumb caressing the thick paper.
Cursing to himself when he pulled in the driveway and saw
that Lex was already home, Clark parked his car in the garage and came
through the back door, letting the dogs back in with him as he entered.
Seeing Lex standing at the center island, an envelope in his hand, Clark
swallowed hard. "Hey," he said, walking up next to the older man
and looking down at him, feeling a blush heat the back of his neck.
"Anything interesting in the mail?"
"Depends what you call interesting," Lex replied,
glancing at him blandly as he leaned against the island. "A few bills,
invitations to parties that sound like the same old-same old... oh yes, and
a proposal." He eyed Clark, only the laughter in the pale blue gaze
belying his serious demeanor. "Know anything about that?"
Feeling the knot inside his stomach relax and knowing he’d
been stupid to be worried, Clark managed to act surprised. "A proposal?
Who’s it from?"
"Well, you know, the actual proposal is unsigned, but
the wedding invitation says I’m marrying Clark Kent. Do you think I
should? This might be a scam to get me to invest in a time share, after
Finally starting to chuckle, Clark shook his head and drew
Lex into a hug. "Fuck you, Luthor," he murmured. "You know it’s
from me. Now are you going to answer me, or do I need to call everyone and
tell them you dumped me?"
Lex finally let the smile escape, and he beamed at
Clark, grabbing hold of his hair to tug him down into a hungry kiss. When
their lips finally parted, Lex was panting for air, and he simply said,
"Smart man." Diving in for another kiss, Clark
took his time exploring Lex’s mouth and as much of his body as he could
given the fact that they were still dressed. "So you aren’t pissed
that I planned it without you?"
"If you ever repeat this, you’re sleeping on the sofa
for a month, but I thought it was kind of romantic," Lex admitted.
"You’re sweeping me off my feet, Mr. Kent."
"Cross my heart and hope to die, I won’t breathe a
word," Clark promised, before grinning. "Sweeping you off your
feet, eh? What a great idea." Saying that, he lifted Lex into his arms,
carrying him as Rhett did Scarlett through the house and upstairs, silencing
his protest with more kisses.
Lex clutched at Clark, nearly choking on his initial yelp of
surprise followed by... No, Lex Luthor did not giggle. Still, he
clung to Clark as he laughed. "I think you’re supposed to wait till
after the ceremony for this."
Clark stopped walking and looked down at Lex. "If you
tell me we’re sleeping in separate beds until after the ceremony, I’m
dropping you on your ass here and now."
"No way in hell!" Lex was appalled by the very
idea. "I meant carrying me over the threshold, you idiot. We’re
both long past safeguarding our virginity, thank god."
Making a big show of looking around and seeing only the dogs
following them, Clark shrugged. "I don’t see any threshold. I thought
I was carrying you upstairs to celebrate our engagement."
"Works for me. I like your idea of celebrating,"
Lex replied, remembering years of Christmases and birthdays and
anniversaries. "Since you’re playing Rhett, please feel free to
"I was planning on it because frankly, my dear, I do
give a damn." Clark snickered as he said this and carried Lex into the
bedroom, laying him on the bed and beginning to strip off his clothes,
nibbling at every bit of pale skin he uncovered as he went.
Lex was already moaning and writhing against the lovely
quilt Martha had made for them long before Clark had them naked. "God,
hurry up," he groaned, "I want you."
"You want me or you love me?" Clark asked,
stripping off his tie and tossing it behind him, sending his shirt, pants
and briefs fluttering to the floor as well.
"Both," Lex gasped, staring at him hungrily, hands
reaching for Clark. "Have I mentioned how good you look naked?" He
half sat up, needing to touch him, wanting to taste Clark. "We should
stay here all the time so you never need to dress again."
"Might cause problems with my job and Lexcorp." As
Clark spoke, he leaned in, kissing Lex, then pushing him back onto the bed,
trailing his fingers down the other man’s chest and abdomen, following
their path with his lips.
"We can live on love," Lex mumbled, arching
beneath him. "Don’t need anything else. We can become beachcombers on
some uninhabited tropical island where no one will ever find us again."
Lifting his head and smiling at the needy expression on Lex’s face, Clark
blew a light breath over one of his nipples. "But how will you become
President if you live on an island?"
"I’ll be president of the Kryptonian colony on
Earth." Lex bit his lip hard to keep from crying out as Clark aroused
him, and his legs shifted restlessly on the bed. "Pull the quilt off,
Clark. Don’t want come on it," he muttered, barely able to think, his
whole being focused on Clark and the pleasure he knew was coming.
"Yes, dear," Clark murmured, lifting Lex with one
hand and pulling the quilt out from beneath him, unaccountably touched by
the concern Lex had for the gift his parents had given them years before.
"And no, you’ll be the President of the United States, got it?"
he asked, starting in on Lex’s torso again, placing licking kisses along
his ribs and down to the flat plane of his stomach.
"Just want to be president of you," Lex panted,
tangling his fingers in the dark curls and holding Clark to him. "Just
want you, want to be with you, god, want you in me."
Lifting his head and smiling beatifically down at Lex, Clark
nodded. "You have all that," he promised, reaching for the lube
and squeezing some out onto his fingers to slick and stretch Lex’s ass.
"Now!" Lex growled, ankles locking behind
Clark’s back to try to pull him down. "Want you, not your
fingers." Whether it was an effect of the bond or something else, the
heat between them had never ebbed. Nearly a decade together and Clark could
still make Lex beg with a glance.
Even though there was no way Lex could physically make Clark
do anything, all it took was a look in his eyes and the sound of his voice
to make the strongest man on Earth cave. "God, yes," he murmured,
sliding his hands under Lex’s buttocks and lifting so that he could slot
himself at the entrance to Lex’s body and press inside.
Lex cried out, body arching right off the bed as he fought
to take Clark deeper, to feel possessed by Clark. "Take me," he
invited huskily, heat pooling in his belly and reflected in his eyes. He
forced himself to release his grasp on Clark’s shoulders and lie back,
arms over his head, left hand locked around the worn leather collar
encircling his wrist, and he stared up at Clark, giving up all control.
"God, Lex," Clark groaned, pushing up to his knees
and pressing Lex’s thighs back closer to his body before giving into his
own need and beginning to power into the tight, wet heat that enclosed him
so perfectly. His fingers tightened in the sheets, and he stared down at
Lex, lust and love combining within him to almost overwhelm him.
"Just Lex, not God," Lex half laughed, staring up
at him as the pleasure rippled through him, making his muscles tense as he
watched Clark possess him. "So good, so fucking hot," he groaned,
trembling on the brink of orgasm without a single touch to his cock. He bit
his lip again, trying to fight it back, not wanting this to end yet.
"Ass," Clark muttered affectionately, arching
forward to bury himself fully before drawing back, teasing both of them with
the long, slow thrusts.
"Christ." Lex whimpered faintly, his body
thrumming with tension as the pleasure slowly grew, making him feel like he
was going to explode, and all the while he watched Clark. He met each
thrust, trembling in Clark’s grasp, and he begged wordlessly for more.
"Not Christ, just Clark," Clark couldn’t resist
saying before kissing Lex again, keeping up the slow, steady pace, trying to
drive them both crazy with need.
Lex never realized when he released his death grip on his
own wrist and grabbed for Clark instead, nails trying fruitlessly to dig
into the invulnerable shoulders. He fought to pull Clark into him, to
increase the force of his claiming, but his strength was no match for Clark’s.
He cried out, a long wail of pure hunger, and he shook with the passion
Clark was still fanning ever higher.
"Need you, need you so bad, all the time," Clark
whispered, feeling the pressure as Lex tried to force him deeper. "You’re
in me, all the time, even when I’m in you, even when we’re not
together." He was rambling now, but he didn’t care, all that mattered
was the feel of his partner under him and the bond they shared. His hips
began to snap faster as desire overwhelmed restraint and the need to feel
Lex come overwhelmed patience.
Lex keened sharply as Clark suddenly took him harder, his
body shaking with the force of the thrusts into him. He met every stroke
eagerly, shaking with lust, then screamed as Clark slammed into his prostate
over and over, driving him over the edge into a climax that felt as if it
turned him inside out, semen smearing their bellies as he came from Clark’s
claiming of him. His vision went black around the edges, and he distantly
heard wild cries without realizing they were coming from him.
Clark managed to ride out Lex’s climax, though it took
every ounce of self-control he had to keep from coming too when he felt Lex
go wild under and around him. Finally giving in, he rocked forward, the
lessening contractions around his erection doing him in. With a cry, Clark
came, his whole body shaking as he spent himself deep with in Lex’s now
relaxed body, then collapsed down across the older man’s chest, feeling
their sweat-slicked skin slide.
Too limp and exhausted to do more than nuzzle Clark’s
cheek, Lex was perfectly content where he was, indifferent to the stickiness
between them and slowly seeping out of him. Having Clark above him, covering
him, made him feel totally secure, and he murmured happily.
"In case I didn’t get around to it earlier," Lex
mumbled, "yes." He knew perfectly well he had already accepted,
but the moment seemed to call for a reiteration.
"You sure?" When Lex only nodded, Clark smiled and
closed his eyes. "Even if I tell you Lois is going to be there?"
Lex tried to growl, but as contented as he was just then, it
sounded more like a kitten spitting. Sighing, he gave it up, at least for
the moment. "She’d just better keep her hands off you and not spend
the whole day babbling on about Superman. And you’d better have invited
"Do you think I’d invite Lois and not her?"
Clark asked, rolling to his back and bringing Lex with him. "I won’t
invite my female friends and not yours."
"Chloe is gonna laugh again," Lex sighed,
remembering the last time they’d thrown a party and everyone had shown up.
Even Bruce had been laughing as he and Clark alternated fits of insane
jealousy. Clark had about as much liking for the girl who’d been one of
Lex’s closest friends during his years in England as Lex did for Lois.
"We’ll just start telling her it’s gonna be twins
or triplets again; that’ll scare her off," Clark answered, not
wanting to ruin their mood by getting into a discussion about Gillian and
her friendship with Lex, a friendship that Clark hadn’t even known about
before the woman dropped in on them several years before out of the blue—or
out of the rain forests to be exact.
"It’ll have her plotting vengeance when she calms
down. Do you really want Chloe out to get you? I’d rather suffer the
Biblical plagues. They’d probably be more pleasant than whatever she could
come up with, especially driven by hormones. In case you’ve forgotten, Lana
nearly ripped you a new one last time she was pregnant and you teased
"Mmm, good point. Not even Superman could save me from
those two on the warpath. God, imagine if they both were pregnant at
the same time!" Clark shuddered. "Rob and Dave are braver men than
I, that’s for certain."
Lex rolled his eyes. "Sounds like it’s a good thing
you’ll never have to deal with that... since I’m not likely to get
pregnant any time soon." He tugged on Clark’s hair until he raised
his head so Lex could kiss him. "Though I have to admit the idea of a
miniature Clark is not without appeal."
If anything, Clark’s shudder was even more violent.
"Oh yeah, just what we need, a miniature me zooming around, bouncing
off—or through—the walls. I wonder how my folks dealt with it."
Lex’s shoulders shook as he imagined that. "They’re
extraordinary people... who probably had a lot of valium," he
"For them or me? How about we stick to no kids or you
fathering any we might want to have in the future, okay?"
Lex eyed him incredulously. "With half my genes coming
from Lionel Luthor, you want me to procreate? I prefer my Antichrist on film
if you don’t mind!"
Clark didn’t say a word, he simply arched his eyebrows and
stared up at Lex.
"What? Jor-El is certainly more appealing than
Lionel," Lex muttered. "But it’s a moot point since neither of
us has a womb. And it may be selfish of me, but I’m glad. I don’t want
to share you with anyone."
"I didn’t mean for one of us to have it... Forget it,
we should be concentrating on the ceremony, not any hypothetical kids we
might have one day. Besides, we’ve got Rob and Lana’s pair and now Dave
and Chloe’s offspring to call us Uncle Clark and Uncle Lex."
Lex rolled his eyes, but he made a mental note to revisit
this topic another time. There had been a wistfulness in Clark’s tone that
he’d never noticed before, and the one constant of Lex’s universe was
that anything Clark wanted, Clark got.
"The ceremony?" he repeated instead. "I
thought you’d already arranged everything?"
"Well, yes, but I thought you might want to know what
you’re getting yourself into." Clark grinned. "The lavender
ruffled tux is going to look great on you."
Eyes narrowing, Lex simply stared at him. Silently.
"No lavender ruffles?"
"Would you like to get married in your Superman
"Lois might like it, though then she might try to
hog-tie you and take your place."
Lex snarled. "And we’d be dining on flambeed
reporter," he growled. "I think Superman needs to make it clear to
her that he’s taken. I know you can’t say by whom since you think I can’t
take care of myself, but I want her to. Stop. Touching. You." Each word
was bitten off.
"I’ll try, Lex," Clark promised, regretting that
he’d brought it up, even in a joking manner.
Lex pulled him into another possessive kiss. "You know
I do trust you, right?" he said finally. "I just hate that even
she can touch you in public and I can’t. You know how bad I am at
sharing," he tried to joke.
Clark nodded and tried to smile. "Yeah, just about as
bad as I am. So," he continued, wanting to change the subject, "do
you want to know about the ceremony or not?"
"Of course. I want to know every detail of how I’m
going to tell the world that you’re all mine and no one else has a
chance." Lex tried to apologize with a glance, and he promised himself
yet again to be more rational when it came to Lois Lane.
"Hang on..." Clark stretched out an arm and
reached in his bedside table drawer for some pamphlets. Scooting back, he
leaned against the headboard with Lex leaning on his chest. "Here’s
info on the B&B, and some on the commitment ceremonies."
"Ugh, this one would make us look like Emmett on Queer
as Folk," Lex said, immediately vetoing one of the ceremonies that
was too ‘frilly’ for his taste. He squirmed slightly to settle himself
more comfortably as he reached for the next flyer. "Hmm, this has
possibilities. Discreet, dignified... and I like that we can write our own
vows." Lex twisted around to press a kiss to the leather strip lying on
"Somehow I thought you’d pick that one," Clark
murmured, glad he’d already started thinking about what he wanted to say
during the ceremony. "The B&B has a veranda overlooking the lawn
and garden. It’s not huge but plenty big enough for the number of people
we have coming. Oh, and Jimmy said he’d do the pictures, but I think he
just wanted to make sure I invited him too." He chuckled at the last,
remembering the freckled redhead’s excitement on hearing that he was
included as one of Clark’s friends.
"As long as Lois and Chloe don’t start a brawl over
which of them gets to cover it," Lex chuckled. "For two reporters
supposedly on the same side, those two do a good impersonation of mortal
enemies at times."
"When it comes to a story, even Superman wouldn’t get
in their way," Clark chuckled. "And it’s our wedding, it’s my
story, not that there’s going to be any story about it."
Lex snorted. "If you really believe that, I have some
nice beachfront property in Arizona to sell you."
"If anyone tries to crash our wedding, Superman will
show up, to drive them off."
"With all the reporters who are invited, no crashing
will be necessary. But you know, I really don’t mind. I rather like
letting everyone know that you’re mine. It’s one time I don’t object
to being in the public eye. I enjoy showing you off on the rare occasions
you let me."
Clark hugged Lex close, then skittered his fingertips up the
older man’s ribs. "Not even for you am I wearing leather to our
"A well cut tux will do fine. For once Clark Kent will
appear in public looking good in a suit that will fit."
"As compared to my everyday ones that don’t
fit?" Clark asked, grinning as he kissed the back of Lex’s neck.
"Considering the fact that you took me shopping for my work clothes
before I started at the Planet, I know they fit and they fit well."
"You slump." Lex eyed him fiercely.
"You will not slump on our wedding day."
"Yes, I slump, just like I wear glasses, because
Superman doesn’t do either of them!" Seeing the determined look in
Lex’s eyes, he sighed. "And on our wedding day, I won’t
"Good Clark. You can have a treat for good
behavior." Lex smiled toothily.
Clark’s eyebrows rose. "Are you comparing me to Gohan
"Well, you all give me the same big-eyed look, you all
like to lick me, you all respond to rewards and scoldings..."
"And we all wear collars," Clark answered dryly.
"Keep it up, Krillin, and you’ll be wearing prison orange to the
"I wear orange and you wear leather! And my clothes won’t
even talk to me, never mind yours."
Clark snickered, remembering the strange conversation they’d
had about clothes the first time he’d gone to Gotham City with Lex.
"My clothes would make it up to them," he cooed.
"My clothes would never forgive them for making them
share closet space with something orange."
"I bet they could. They’ve learned some things the
past few years."
"Nothing could make up for orange. But they’re
welcome to try."
Clark pouted. "Not even if mine rubbed up against
yours, sliding their innocent little cotton selves over your bad
leather?" As he spoke, he ran his hands up and down Lex’s sides.
"Innocent? I think not. Brazen hussies, the lot of
them." Lex shivered as Clark petted him and moved closer, his hands
resting on Clark’s hips. "Then again, debauched former innocents can
be a lot of fun. I think my clothes could be interested."
"Just think? Mine will have to work harder to keep them
interested. Think yours would like it if mine wound around them and rubbed
up and down against them?" Clark moved his leg over Lex’s.
"I think they might be up for that," Lex managed
to say without gasping, arching against Clark. "But yours might have to
work to make up to them for that orange thing they brought into their
"How about if they show your clothes the tricks the
orange ones taught them?"
"New tricks, huh? I think my clothes would enjoy that.
And they might even reciprocate." Lex rubbed his ass against Clark’s
hardening cock, enjoying their slow arousal.
"Oh they would, would they?" Grinning, Clark
nibbled on Lex’s ear, lifting him just enough to get his legs under Lex’s
before floating them both off the bed.
Lex gasped and clutched at Clark before relaxing against
him. "Well, they might not be able to manage this, but I’m sure they
could find something that yours would enjoy."
"They can have their own fun," Clark murmured,
cupping a hand over Lex’s groin and stroking his lengthening cock.
"Besides, the spandex may have taught them a few new tricks too
"They do like the spandex," Lex agreed. "All
tight and shiny, makes them want to stroke it and feel it against them when
they’re fucking." He thrust into Clark’s hand, loving the sensation
of nothing but Clark touching him.
Clark stopped moving and looked over Lex’s shoulder at
him. "Lex, I am not wearing the suit to fuck you, got it?"
"Not right now, no," Lex replied, a devilish look
in his eyes. He’d been fantasizing about that suit for a while now, and...
"Just make sure to bring it on our honeymoon—for private use
Deciding turnabout was fair play, Clark adopted a confused
look as he rubbed his erection between Lex’s ass cheeks. "What
honeymoon? It’s only the weekend, Lex."
Biting back a moan, Lex let his legs fall open, hanging over
Clark’s. "Then it’ll be a short honeymoon to hold us till we can
have a real one... possibly involving that nice island we spent a week nude
on after you graduated."
"I think a hurricane destroyed it, what a shame."
As Clark spoke, he floated them closer to the nightstand so he could grab
the lube. Squirting some on his fingers, he reached under both of them and
slicked Lex up so that he could slide inside. "Guess you’ll have to
settle for a week on Fire Island instead."
Lex craned his neck around to peer at Clark even as he
moaned harshly and clutched desperately at him, his body seeking to draw
Clark even deeper inside himself. "F-Fire Island? Really? You took a
"Mmm hmm, and so did you, thanks to Joel." Moving
his hand back to Lex’s cock, Clark stroked the warm flesh in time with his
thrusts. After kissing Lex’s mouth, Clark nipped his lower lip. "And
yes, I’ll let you pack for me."
"That ought to give new meaning to traveling
light," Lex teased, trying not to whimper as Clark slowly drove him
insane. Suspended as he was atop Clark, there was nothing he could do but
accept the pleasure... and the helplessness was incredible.
« Ha ha ha. » At that point, Clark decided that
moving was much better than talking, and he thrust up sharply into Lex’s
body, at the same time pinching one of his nipples.
Lex cried out loudly, his body spasming around the welcome
invader, instantly on the brink of coming but. Not. Quite. There.
Practically whining with frustration, he tried to move but had no leverage,
his fingers clawing fruitlessly at Clark’s arms as he writhed like a
deliciously pinned butterfly.
"God, you’re hot like that," Clark breathed,
shuddering as he felt Lex tighten around him. "Never get tired of this,
it’s always new." He stroked Lex’s shaft, wanting to feel the other
man come apart, supported only by him.
"Fuck yes," Lex panted. "God, please, harder,
Clark..." He cried out again when Clark thrust into at the same moment
as he pumped his cock, then screamed sharply as he convulsed, ribbons of
milky come coating Clark’s fist as he climaxed, feeling nothing but Clark.
"Love... you." As he spoke, Clark came, driving
upwards into Lex’s ass while the contractions still milked his cock.
Slowly lowering them both back to the mattress, he groaned in pleasure.
"So are we going to be Kent-Luthor or Luthor-Kent?"
When Lex had enough working brain cells to understand the
question, he laughed wryly. "If it weren’t for business, I’d say
forget the Luthor and go with Kent." He sighed. "Luthor-Kent
sounds better I think. Saving the best for last."
Reaching for some tissues to clean them up, Clark shook his
head. "Thanks for the compliment, but I was sort of kidding there. I
didn’t really think we were going to do that."
Lex shivered and made a soft sound of contentment as Clark
cared for him, dazed blue eyes watching his lover. "I wouldn’t mind
if you wanted to do it... though at any other time I’d probably have
something suitably pithy to say about sappiness," he admitted with a
Clark chuckled quietly. "I thought that would be the
case. We don’t have to decide that now, though we probably do have
to get up and feed their highnesses before they decide to chew through the
door and run rampant in the neighborhood."
"God no, once was enough," Lex replied with a
shudder, remembering the time the back gate had been left open and Sheri had
been lost, though only for a short time. "Tell you what, Gohan and
Sheri can hyphenate their names," he chuckled. "I think you and I
already know who we belong to."
"That works," Clark laughed. "I suppose we’ll
have to get them new tags for their collars. They can wear them at the
"And we’ll just have to hope that they don’t try to
eat the flowers." Lex grinned, picturing the chaos the two dogs could
wreak if they felt ignored. "We’ll put Chloe and Lois in charge of
watching them," he added with an evil chuckle as he nuzzled Clark.
"And won’t they love that," Clark laughed,
kissing Lex soundly before rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
"We’ll have to make sure their collars match the dresses."
Thinking of how Lois said she was going to dress up in case Superman showed,
Lex caught the wince, and his eyes narrowed, but he let it
slide. He was too content just then to want to ruin it by discussing Lois
Lane and her grabby habits when it came to Superman. Although he did have to
say, "The day you decide to come out to the world as Superman, I want
Lois in the room, and I want to be right there beside you." He smiled
smugly as he imagined the moment. "And do we really have to feed or
walk them right now? What the hell ever happened to post-coital
cuddling?" he grumbled, rolling over to glare at the bathroom doorway.
"I’ve already promised you that you will be. You can
even grope me as I say it," Clark called out of the bathroom. "And
no, we don’t have to walk them, but we’ve been home for over an hour,
and they haven’t been fed; just how much more peace will they give
us?" As he spoke, Clark walked back into the bedroom and pulled on a
pair of boxers and shorts before holding out a hand to Lex. "C’mon,
we can cuddle later, I promise."
Grumbling under his breath the whole time, Lex grabbed his
robe and wrapped it around himself before taking Clark’s hand. He’d
briefly considered grabbing his lover’s boxers, but as he knew from
experience, they were different enough in build that Clark’s clothes fell
right off him after a couple of steps. "Fine, but I hope you’re
planning to feed me as well as the terrible twosome. After all, I do nicer
things for you."
Clark grinned, keeping a hold of Lex’s hand. "Do I
ever not feed you?" he asked, leading the older man out of the bedroom
and laughing when the dogs both jumped to their feet at their approach.
"Chicken or steaks? It’s a nice evening; we can grill."
"You can grill; I can supervise," Lex said
superciliously before breaking into a laugh. "Hang on though, if you
want me outside, their highnesses are going to want to play, and I don’t
want the family jewels flapping in the breeze. Start marinating the steaks
while I get a pair of shorts, and I’ll be right down." He kissed
Clark quickly before going back into the bedroom and digging out the cutoffs
Clark had insisted he try a few years before. Much to his surprise, he’d
loved them, and they were his clothing of choice now when they were alone.
Lex padded barefoot out of the green and blue bedroom and
headed downstairs, knowing Clark would already be outside playing with the
dogs, dinner temporarily forgotten. Grinning as he saw the rest of his
family through the patio doors in the kitchen, he gathered up two beers,
something else Clark had gotten him hooked on, and went out to join them,
ducking as a Frisbee flew over his head, then dodging as Gohan shot past in
pursuit of it.
"Hey, watch it or I’m going to demand hazard
"You mean just being with me isn’t pay enough?"
Clark asked, trying for a forlorn expression.
Lex rolled his eyes. "What kind of payment did you
think I was going for?"
"A diamond encrusted wedding ring?" Laughing,
Clark threw the Frisbee for Gohan again and ambled over to Lex’s side,
taking the extra beer from his hand and taking a drink from the bottle.
"Mmm, tastes almost as good as you do."
"Gee, I taste better than beer, my life is
complete," Lex snarked, taking the Frisbee when Gohan bounded back and
tossing it with an expert flick of the wrist that belied the fact that he’d
never touched one before moving into this house with Clark.
Clark rolled his eyes upward. "And I asked you to marry
me why?" he asked, walking over to the grill and turning it on.
"Because I’m gorgeous, sexy, rich, powerful, and you
can’t live without me," Lex replied, grinning. "Where else are
you going to find a young billionaire who adores you?"
"Bruce and Dick said they’d take me in."
Lex’s eyebrows rose toward his nonexistent hairline.
"And are you planning on sharing their bed too?"
"Well, they are cute..." Clark mused, "but as
fixated on each other as you and I are, so it’s a no go. Damn, stuck with
the guy I’m crazy about, what a chore."
"Poor baby. Whatever can I do to make it up to
you?" Lex moved up behind Clark, fitting himself to Clark’s back and
wrapping his arms around his waist while he raised his chin slightly to lean
it on Clark’s shoulder.
"I’ll tell you later. Right now though, you can
distract the mutts so I can bring the steaks out of the house and get them
Lex looked down at the two dogs pushing against their bare
legs and chuckled. "And just how am I supposed to throw a Frisbee for
Gohan and a ball for Sheri at the same time?" he asked, even as he
leaned down to grab the ball from Sheri and throw it across the yard, then
do the same with the Frisbee, though in the opposite direction. Both dogs
concentrated so completely on trying to catch the toys that they’d been
known to run into each other and stun themselves if they went in the same
Clark grinned in response. "You have two hands, and
from what I’ve seen, you’re damn close to ambidextrous. I’m sure you
can manage." Turning, he kissed Lex on the temple and walked toward the
"You’ll see just how ambidextrous I can be
later," Lex threatened as the dogs pelted toward him. Groaning, he
threw the toys again, thinking that he was definitely going to need that
meal. "Too bad we can’t bottle all that energy," he muttered,
watching them charge off again.
"Promises, promises," Clark laughed before going
into the house and picking up the bowl where the steaks had been marinating
then coming back out. "Want to do the salad? I think we have a bag in
"Easy, just my speed." Lex went to get the salad
and dump it in the serving bowl, pausing to grab dressing, bacon bits, and
croutons before heading back out. "Want me to get some cheese too or is
this good?" he asked as he put it all on the table then turned to go
back for bowls and forks.
"Up to you. Maybe some of that crusty bread if we still
have some." The phone rang, and Clark looked over at the outside line.
"And you can get that too."
"Yes, sir," Lex replied, teasing him. When
he picked up the phone and was greeted with, "Details! Now, Farmboy!"
he wished he’d run the other way.
"Why, Ms. Lane, what a pleasure it is to hear your
dulcet tones," he sniped, knowing and not caring that Lois was rather
baffled by his barely veiled animosity since she had no way of knowing that
the Superman she drooled over was Lex’s personal property.
Groaning to himself when he heard Lex’s comment, Clark
wanted to grab the phone, but couldn’t reach it and the steaks at the same
"A pleasure as always, Mr. Luthor," Lois answered,
wondering just what bug had crawled up Lex’s ass this time. "So, have
you killed Clark, or can he come to the phone?"
"Clark is grilling our dinner, and since I’d rather
not dine on shoe leather, no, he can’t come to the phone. But in the
interest of preventing you from bursting from frustrated curiosity, yes, I
got the invitation; no, he isn’t dead; yes, I said yes; and yes, you’re
invited to the ceremony. Have I covered the highlights, or was there
something else you wanted to know?"
"More information, but I’ll get that out of Kent
tomorrow morning," she sighed. "And just so you know, there’s no
way I’m missing this. Just don’t make him late for work tomorrow with
celebrating tonight, got it?"
"Just be prepared for him to fall asleep at his
desk," Lex retorted, smiling wickedly as he disconnected before she
could reply or hear Clark’s squawk.
"That was soooo unnecessary," Clark groaned,
flipping the steaks over. "At least she’s not as bad as Chloe what
with wanting details about our sex life."
"Which is what made it all the better," Lex
replied smugly, sitting down to watch Clark finish up after he set the
baguette, butter, plates, and silverware on the table. "I think I
actually shut her up, something that I was beginning to think was an
"Lex..." Clark sighed, knowing that there was no
way he was going to win a discussion about Lois. "Promise you’ll be
nice at the ceremony, okay?"
"Clark, on the day I marry you, I doubt I would notice
if Lois decided to dance naked on top of the tables."
Clark snickered at that. "Now that would be quite the
"Then they might not notice when we skip out on our own
party. Hmmm, that has potential," Lex mused, grinning.
"Fool," Clark murmured fondly. "No leaving
early, got it?"
"Then you’d better make sure there are floor length
tablecloths, because at least one of us is going to be under them at some
"With Chloe and Jimmy both there with their cameras? No
"I’m sure Chloe already has similar pictures,"
Lex sighed, "and you can melt Jimmy’s camera. You can’t expect me
to spend an entire day with you looking edible and not taste."
Clark gave a sly smile. "Yes. It’ll make that night
that much better. Anticipation, Lex."
"Evil tease," Lex groaned. "If I end up with
a wet spot on my tuxedo, you’re going to be sorry, Clark."
"I can get you some Depends to wear if you think it’ll
be a problem."
The look Lex gave him should have incinerated him on the
spot. "Keep it up, Kent, and you’ll be spending your wedding night on
Clark gave with the best puppy dog look he had available as
he transferred the steaks to a plate. "You wouldn’t."
Lex sighed. "I’m such a sucker. But I will find a way
to make you pay." He inhaled appreciatively and reached for his knife
and fork, moaning happily as he cut into the steak and the juices seeped out
onto the plate. "I think I’d keep you just for the way you cook a
After serving them both up some salad and pouring Thousand
Island dressing on his portion, Clark grinned. "That you can thank Dad
for, or maybe I should since it’s the only reason you’re keeping me
"Well," Lex drawled, eyeing him up and down while
adding Italian dressing to his portion, "not the only
"Maybe because I’m useful and decorative as
"Oh, most definitely. And I think we can add
inspirational to the list too."
Clark took a drink of beer and shook his head. "That
list’s pretty damn long now."
"Well, how ‘bout we replace it with something that
covers all of them: mine." Lex leaned over the table and kissed him
lightly before settling back in his seat.
"Always that." Clark reached out and squeezed Lex’s
hand gently. He heard a soft whine and looked down to where Sheri and Gohan
were sitting by them, begging for a bit of meat. "As well as theirs
Lex laughed. "I’m not sure they’re willing to share
title on us, so it’ll be our secret." He cut off a piece of the fat
along the edge of his steak and held it down to Sheri.
Clark nodded. "Much safer that way," he said,
cutting Gohan a piece of his meat as well so he didn’t get jealous. As he
was cutting himself a bite, the phone began to ring again. "Why do I
get the feeling this is going to be a very busy night?"
"Because you were idiotic enough to announce to
everyone we know that we’re getting married," Lex pointed out calmly.
"So you can deal with the phone." He smiled beatifically at his
partner as he took another bite of his steak.
Sighing as he got up to get the phone, Clark paused and
looked back over his shoulder. "Everyone but you anyway."
"Don’t remind me. If I weren’t so delighted by the
idea of finally getting a legal claim on you, I’d have said no just to see
your face. Not that I wouldn’t have said yes in the end, of course,"
he added in case Clark misunderstood.
Frowning mightily at the thought of Lex turning him down,
even for a moment, Clark answered the phone.
Lex grinned into his salad at Clark’s reaction and
listened to his side of the conversation, trying to guess who was on the
other end. As Clark said, this was going to be a very long night.
"Would you mind very much if I ran away from home and
hid out here?" Lex asked Martha Kent as he collapsed into a chair in
her kitchen. "I feel like I’m trapped in a wedding planning
nightmare. All our female friends want to make this the ‘perfect wedding’,
and I’m ready to run away to the Fortress and never come back."
She placed a mug of coffee and piece of chocolate cake in
front of him and sat down at the table as well, laughing quietly. "And
leave Clark standing at the altar?"
"No, I was planning to kidnap him and elope. Since
everyone else seems to want this big wedding ceremony, let them have
it while Clark and I just go get married already." Lex sighed and took
a mouthful of his coffee. "It’s turning into a three-ring
"Have you told Clark this?" Martha asked, tilting
her head to the side as she studied him.
"How? I never see him anymore!" Lex
Martha nodded slowly, understanding. "And now we come
down to the real reason you’re upset."
Lex sighed and poked at his cake with his fork before
setting it aside. "I’m pretty obvious, aren’t I? I’d just like to
see him more than every couple of days."
"You’ve both got crazy schedules," Martha
answered, reaching across the table to squeeze Lex’s hand comfortingly.
"It’s still two weeks before the wedding. Why don’t you make a date
with him? A night for the two of you?"
Lex paused with his coffee halfway to his lips then set it
down again with a wry chuckle. "You make me feel like an idiot, Martha.
Something so simple and I never thought of it." He shook his head.
"I suppose after being together for so long, I forget we can still do
things like have a date. Thank you. I think that’s exactly what we both
Martha laughed quietly and shook her head. "I’m your
mother-in-law, Lex. Making you feel stupid is part of the job description,
but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Now go plan something to make
the two of you happy - and don’t forget to take the phones off the
Lex chuckled. "As if we’d stop for a phone
call!" He hurriedly finished his cake and coffee and rose to his feet,
nearly tripping over Sheri, who was licking the floor in case she’d missed
a crumb of what he’d given her.
"Thanks again, Martha. I think you may have just saved
my sanity." With a quick hug and a kiss on her cheek, he was gone,
Sheri on his heels and plans brewing in his mind.
That evening Lex’s concentration on his work was decidedly
lacking as he glanced up every few minutes, hoping Clark would have
returned. His restlessness disturbed the dogs enough that Sheri and Gohan
retreated to the bedroom and left him to his own devices.
"Sorry I’m late," Clark called as he walked
through the door, dropping his keys on the small table in the entryway and
setting his briefcase in the hall. "Perry’s working my ass off
because I’m going to be gone." He chuckled and looked around.
"Lex? Where are you?"
"I was in my office, but now I’m here," Lex said
as he came down the sweeping marble staircase to hug Clark. "Waiting
for you to get home so we can go out. On a date. Together. Alone."
"Together alone?" Clark asked, smiling. "That’s
an oxymoron if I’ve ever heard one. And a date?" He nuzzled Lex’s
temple as he spoke. "What? Dinner and a movie?"
"That was one of my ideas. I didn’t want to decide
till you got here in case there was anything specific you wanted to do. But
I thought it might be nice to go to that bistro you like and then to a movie
and maybe dancing after that. It’s been a long time since we made time to
Clark nodded, tilting his head curiously. "What brought
this on? Afraid once we get married, it’ll all be dull and drab?"
"Not in a million years. But I was getting
progressively more irritable, and it took your mother to make me realize it
was because I miss you. Can you remember the last time we had some time
alone together? I can’t. If we’re not working or you’re not off saving
the world, our friends are here planning our wedding for us."
"What do you mean..." Clark paused and sighed,
realizing Lex was right. "Does it help to remember they’re doing it
because they love us?"
"I’m sure it will after we get some time together.
Today I just wanted to elope and never come back."
"If I hadn’t planned all this, I might be tempted to
agree with you."
"It’s going to be a beautiful wedding. I just want to
get to it already so we can go off on our honeymoon. I feel like I never see
you anymore, so tonight we’re going to do something about that."
Clark nodded. "Tonight the S-man’s putting up his
cape; he’s got better things to do."
"Pleased to hear it. The dogs are fed and have been
out, so as soon as you change, we’re ready to go." Lex himself was
casually dressed in a pair of charcoal pants and a black silk shirt open at
Green eyes flicked over Lex’s outfit, and Clark licked his
lips. "Sure we just can’t order pizza and stay in?"
"You might be able to convince me," Lex replied
judiciously, sliding his hands into his pockets and posing for Clark.
"I don’t know..." Clark answered, stepping back
away from Lex and beginning to unbutton his own shirt. "If you want to
go out, we can go out, Lex."
Lex’s eyes were fixed on the tanned flesh being bared, and
he swallowed hard before replying. "No, that’s all right. I just
wanted us to spend time together without anyone else, and staying in is good
Clark nodded but paused. "Hold on one minute," he
murmured, kissing Lex before darting around the house, turning off all the
phones. "Now, where was I...?"
"Right about here, I think," Lex murmured, sliding
an arm around Clark’s neck and pulling him into a kiss. "And getting
rid of the shirt."
After licking Lex’s mouth, Clark pulled back again and
stripped out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor behind him and
smiling when he felt Lex’s eyes on him.
Copying Clark, Lex shed his own shirt and then raised an
eyebrow challengingly. It had been a long time since they’d been so hungry
for each other that they’d fucked on a staircase, and he felt his cock
jump at the thought. He tried to share the image with Clark as was sometimes
possible through their bond.
The picture leaped across Clark’s vision, and he groaned,
his cock hardening fully in his pants. "God, yes," he rasped,
grabbing at Lex’s belt, wanting him naked.
Lex picked that up as well, and a moment later his clothes
puddled on the floor and he stepped toward Clark, nude aside from the
leather band wound around his right wrist, the watch from his mother on the
other, and the leather collar lying on his collarbone. "Then do
it," he challenged.
Clark swallowed hard, seeing as well as feeling Lex’s
hunger goading his own need. The rest of his clothes were gone in less than
a second, and he was backing Lex through the house to the staircase, hands
exploring the pale skin while his mouth devoured Lex’s.
Lex stumbled slightly when his heels hit the bottom stair,
then he let himself fall backward, drawing Clark with him and trusting the
other man to keep from getting hurt as he landed. "Right here, right
now," he rasped, biting at Clark’s chin.
"Fuck," Clark breathed, catching Lex before he hit
the stairs and hooking his arms under the other man’s thighs, raising and
spreading them so he could lick at the tight entrance to his body, wanting
Lex loose and begging.
Lex’s fists clenched in Clark’s hair as he gasped and
arched up to meet him, indifferent to the hard edges of the stairs digging
into his back. "God yes," he panted, "so good."
Clark growled in response, working his tongue into Lex’s
ass, circling the small hole and pressing in again and again, his nostrils
full of the dark, musky scent of lust and his cock aching.
Tiny sounds of lust and need escaped Lex, gradually growing
louder as Clark wound him ever tighter. He yanked on the hair he held, to no
effect, and then he started begging.
Grinning, Clark raised his head and licked his lips.
"God, I could eat you alive," he muttered before spitting in his
hand and slicking up his erection. "But right now I just want to be in
you." They were feeding on each other, lust spiraling higher and higher
as the emotion bounced back and forth between them, and he knew this was
going to be short and hard, but that was fine with him. Kissing Lex again,
Clark drove inward, shouting as he was incased in the tight heat that was
Lex was beyond words, only able to whine his approval of
what Clark was doing and cling to him. He thrust upward, driving Clark
deeper. "Yes, harder, oh fucking god," he panted, "more!"
Getting a hand between them to stroke Lex’s cock, Clark
did just as he was begged to, thrusting hard and fast, feeling the moment
that Lex was about to lose it and slamming inward as he felt Lex come, his
own orgasm boiling out at the same instant.
Lex yowled as he came and collapsed into a boneless heap on
the stairs with Clark on top of him. He decided he’d be quite happy never
to move again. "Not quite the typical date, but it works for us,"
he chuckled breathlessly.
"Mmm, true, besides, what about us is typical?"
Clark asked, getting his knees and elbows under himself enough that he wasn’t
"Good point. And get back here," Lex grumbled.
"I’m not that fragile, and I happen to like feeling you on top of
"I know that," Clark chuckled, lowering himself
the scant half inch he’d moved. "I just didn’t want to snap your
"My spine is just fine, thank you. I’ll let you know
when that changes." Lex knew it would start to hurt eventually, but for
the moment, he was perfectly content.
Clark nodded, nuzzling his face against Lex’s throat and
grinning against the sweaty skin. "I know, you’re not one to hide how
you feel about something—at least not around me."
"Which is why when I think the tread marks are about to
become permanent, I’ll have you carry me upstairs," Lex said
cheerfully, rubbing Clark’s back.
"Yes, oh lord and master," Clark chuckled, arching
his back into Lex’s touch.
"Why is it I can train you but not Sheri?" Lex
asked, smiling wryly.
"Because she’s smarter than me?"
"I’d have said more stubborn. You’re definitely
more soft-hearted. Which is probably the answer right there." Lex
shifted and frowned slightly. "It’s just about time to move this to
Clark pushed up to his knees and offered Lex a hand up,
keeping his fingers twined with the other man’s once they were both
standing. "Dinner in bed and then round two?" he asked, grinning.
"My god, we’re getting old, Clark! We’ve been home
almost a full half-hour and we’re only on the first round. The shame of
"Hrmmm, maybe I should trade you in on a newer model
before the wedding," Clark mused, laughing and ducking as Lex swung
half-heartedly at him. "Or buy you Viagra as a shower gift."
"Maybe I should trade you in on someone with
manners," Lex retorted. "Martha would be ashamed of you."
"Not even married and the romance is gone
"You have the nerve to say that after your
oh-so-romantic proposal?" Lex’s eyebrows rose as he fought to stifle
Clark pouted. "I thought it was pretty damn
"Romantic is flowers, bended knee, face to face,"
Lex snorted, pretending that he hadn’t already admitted to Clark that he’d
thought it was romantic, "not an announcement in the mail. You’re
lucky I love you enough to overlook a few foibles."
"Be right back." In a flash, Clark was gone,
returning to the room a moment later dressed and holding a bouquet of
tulips. He dropped to one knee in front of Lex and caught his hand, looking
up at him seriously. "Lex Luthor, will you do me the incredible honor
of marrying me?"
Lex stared, slowly starting to smile. He would have to
remember to ask Clark later if he’d raided some poor elderly schoolteacher’s
garden or if there was a baffled florist somewhere. "I would be
delighted to marry you, Clark Kent," he replied instantly, fingers
tightening around Clark’s. He drew the other man to his feet, slid his
arms around Clark’s waist, and kissed him.
Clark drew back and grinned, then theatrically mopped his
brow. "Phew! You had me scared there for a minute."
"Idiot." Lex shook his head. "I have to marry
you. You need a keeper!"
"You mean aside from Sheri, Gohan, Chloe, Dave, Mom,
Dad, and Lois?"
Lex’s initial smile turned to a snarl at the mention of
Clark’s writing partner. "Well, perhaps I am unnecessary at
Clark rolled his eyes. "As unnecessary as breathing and
you know it."
"That’s better." Then Lex thought about that and
chuckled. "Then again, we haven’t found any evidence that you
actually do need to breathe, come to think of it."
"Well, let’s just say I do, okay?" Clark asked.
"It sounds better that way," Lex agreed with a
grin. "Now, since I just accepted your proposal, I think we need to
celebrate. Maybe starting with a shower, since I’m sticky from that little
ride on the stairs." He shook his head. Only they would manage a
proposal in that state.
Clark grinned. "Is there a point since I was hoping
that we were going to get sticky again in a while? I mean, this is supposed
to be our ‘date’, isn’t it?"
"Showers can be fun too, you know." Lex scratched
his belly, nose wrinkling as come flaked off. "You don’t want to get
all wet and slick together?"
"Wah wah wah," Clark laughed, nudging Lex toward
the master bath. "Go get the water going, and I’ll put the flowers in
a vase for you."
Lex didn’t bother commenting, instead heading for the
shower before Clark could change his mind. "Don’t forget to trim the
stems," he called over his shoulder, smirking. "Those flowers are
very special to me, and I want them to last."
"Yes, Martha Stewart," Clark answered, heading
back downstairs to find a vase, put water in it and trim the flowers as Lex
requested. Once that was done, he set the display on the dining room table
and headed back upstairs, stripping down and climbing into the shower with
Lex. "They’re safe—well, unless one of the dogs eat them."
"They prefer expensive Italian loafers to common
flowers," Lex snorted, pulling Clark’s head down to kiss him.
"And I prefer you."
"Good thing, or who knows who you might be
"Well, Bruce and I did have a thing in school..."
Clark arched an eyebrow in an expression that was very
Lex-like. "And when do you plan on telling Dick this?"
"I’ll leave a note with my will," Lex chuckled.
He reached for the soap and lathered his hands, then began washing Clark’s
"Smart man," Clark laughed, his eyes falling half
closed with pleasure as Lex bathed him. "I really don’t want to
deprive the world of another superhero because he tried to kill my
"Aww, you’d save me before a superhero? You’re my
hero." Lex pressed a kiss to Clark’s throat. "I’ll even let
you have your wicked way with me."
Clark snickered and cupped Lex’s ass with his hands.
"Thought I just did that."
"And I thought maybe you might like to do it
again." Lex let Clark draw him closer, and his own soapy hands slid
down over Clark’s buttocks.
"Gee, you mean you don’t want to have yours with
me?" Clark’s pout looked decidedly false. "Or maybe we’ll save
that for the honeymoon."
Lex’s eyebrows shot up. "I don’t think I care to
wait quite that long. And frankly, I don’t care who has whom, just so long
as we end up in a ragged pile on the bed, unable to move."
"Works by me." Clark pulled them together and
nibbled Lex’s jaw. "Shall we get started on that now?"
"You finally did it, Kent," Dave laughed, slinging
an arm around Clark’s shoulders and giving him a hug. "Joined the
ranks of the old married people."
"Watch it, Dave," Clark laughed. "If Chloe
hears that, you won’t be getting any for a month!"
"I do not consider myself old," Lex added, glaring
over Bruce’s shoulder. "I think I need to talk to Chloe about working
on your manners."
"Like Chloe needs any more reasons to kick Dave’s
ass," Clark snickered, watching the visibly pregnant blonde talking to
"But she enjoys it so much that I feel it’s my duty
as a friend to give her the opportunity."
Dave visibly paled. "Clark, go dance with your
"I don’t know, he seems pretty wrapped up with
"It would be rude for me to just abandon Bruce,"
Lex agreed with a toothy smile.
"So I guess I can’t steal Bruce for a dance just
yet?" Dick asked with a faint chuckle as he joined them.
"Well, you could always dance with me if Lex won’t,"
"Your groom ignoring you already, Kansas?" Lois
asked, joining the group as she didn’t want to miss out on what was being
said between Luthor and Wayne. "Watch it or I might have to
dance with you, especially since Superman didn’t show up." She sighed
at the last and sipped her wine.
Lex gritted his teeth, and everyone except Lois watched him
"You really should dance," Dave urged, pushing
Clark toward Lex. "Everyone’s waiting to take pictures of the groom
"And that way I can have Bruce back. You’ve been
monopolizing him, Lex. You have your own man, leave mine alone." Dick
grinned at everyone before grabbing Bruce’s arm and dragging him toward
the dance floor.
"Man," he hissed once out of earshot, "if Lex
doesn’t kill her, it’s going to be a miracle."
"Not here he won’t," Bruce answered, turning a
calculating look back on the dark-haired reporter. "I can’t vouch for
what might happen to her after though."
Clark settled Lex in his arms and turned him away from Lois,
moving to the slow song until he felt Lex begin to relax against him.
"No shooting the guests, remember?" he murmured, brushing a kiss
against the other man’s temple.
"Couldn’t we call it a wedding present?" Lex
groused even as he relaxed and let his head fall to Clark’s shoulder.
"I won’t even get blood on anyone else."
"And what would you do if I said yes?" Clark
asked, rubbing a hand over the small of Lex’s back as they moved together.
He was vaguely aware of people taking pictures and of his parents beaming at
them from the side of the dance floor.
"Wait till the dance was over and then go find a
gun!" Lex grinned up at him, for once not minding that his picture was
"Can’t go on our honeymoon if you’re in jail,"
Clark reminded him, leaning in to kiss his nose.
"Oh, can’t miss another week of you naked," Lex
retorted, pulling him back for a proper kiss.
"At least some of the time," Clark answered.
"And besides, if you killed Lois, I’d have double the work."
"Then we need to hire a yenta for her," Lex
grumbled. "She’s way too grabby when it comes to the blue boy scout.
The woman needs a real relationship of her own."
"Hrmmm... Bruce and Dick are taken, so’re Dave and
Rob... She’d eat Jimmy alive... How about Joel?"
"I happen to like my assistant, Clark! He’s
the best one I’ve had, so I’d rather not have him eaten alive, if it’s
all the same to you."
Clark rolled his eyes. "Well, then who do you
Lex smiled wickedly. "What about Wally West?"
In answer to that, Clark dipped Lex and kissed him to the
applause of the onlookers.
When Clark finally let him straighten up, Lex licked his
lips and asked breathlessly, "Is it time for the honeymoon?"
"No, it’s time for you to dance with me." This
was announced by Gillian as she smirked at the couple.
"Gill, it’s taken me years to get you here, and now
all you want to do is kill me," Lex groaned, stepping back from Clark
to hug her.
"Blue balls never killed a man yet," she laughed,
returning the hug.
Clark’s smile was only slightly strained as he greeted Lex’s
friend. "It’s good to see you again, Gillian."
"And you. It’s good to see someone making this one
take care of himself." Gillian smiled at Clark as well. "He’s
lucky to have you, Clark."
"Hey, some people consider me something of a
catch," Lex grumbled.
"Did I ever say I didn’t?" Clark smiled.
"Tell you what, you to have that dance and catch up, I’m going to
grab Mom for one before Dad gets her out here."
"Okay, but then we get out of here too. It’s
unnatural for the wedding couple to stay late." Lex kissed Clark again
before offering a hand to Gillian. "May I have this dance?"
Laughing, Gillian took it and moved into Lex’s arms.
"I promise to return him safely."
"You’d better," Clark muttered to himself as he
watched them move off before going to find his mother.
"Stop glaring, dear," Martha said gently when he
reached her. "People will notice if Lex’s friend bursts into
Clark sighed. "I’m not any better than Lex is about
Lois, I know," he said, shrugging slightly. "I won’t singe her
though, I promise."
"That would be best. Lex is fond of her, and she does
seem a very pleasant young woman. I enjoyed chatting with her... and her
fiance sounds delightful."
"I’d think he was delightful if he was... fiance?"
"Yes, Clark, Gillian’s engaged to a man in England
who she clearly adores. So you can stop glaring at the poor woman."
"Lex glares at Lois," he pointed out in what he
thought was a logical fashion, "and she isn’t even interested in
"Clark, the way she pants after Superman makes me
want to slap her."
Clark sighed. "That’s him, not me."
Martha eyed him. "If you’re not careful, you’re
going to become schizophrenic."
"It’s called compartmentalizing my life, Mom,"
he smiled. "Now can I get a dance with the prettiest woman here?"
"Flatterer," Martha laughed, moving into his arms
with her blue eyes sparkling merrily. "Careful, Jonathan and Lex
get jealous if I spend too much time with another man."
"Mo-om," he laughed, dipping her and grinning when
his father mock-glared at them. "Isn’t it every mother’s dream to
dance with her son at his wedding?"
"Actually, it’s every mother’s dream to play with
grandchildren, but I don’t think either you or Lex is going to turn up
pregnant any time soon." Martha chuckled, perfectly content with Clark’s
childless state when he was happy.
Clark shuddered at the idea. "Well, you may not get any
that way, but who knows, maybe we’ll adopt, or we can use a surrogate. You
could bake the kids cookies, and Dad can show them how to run the
"I don’t think you should tell Lex that plan yet...
or Sheri," Martha laughed.
"If either of them found out, this would be the
shortest marriage in history."
"Found out what?" Lex asked suspiciously,
appearing beside them, Gillian in his arms.
Clark’s eyes widened as he glanced down at his mother for
"That Clark ate the potato salad I brought you,"
Martha said smoothly.
Lex’s eyes widened. "This could be a wake."
"Gee, from newly married to a widower in three hours.
How long will you mourn?" Clark asked.
"You or the potato salad?"
Gillian appeared to be having hysterics on Lex’s shoulder.
Clark sighed. "Fine, you can have my pie."
"Pies, dear," Martha corrected him.
"I don’t want pie. I want potato salad." Lex
"Now there’s a surprise," Jonathan commented,
having noticed they had all stopped dancing and come over to see what they
"You didn’t really let him get it all, did you,
Martha?" Lex pleaded.
"No, dear, there’s plenty for you."
"Fine, I see where I rank," Clark sighed, stepping
back as his father stepped in to dance with his mother. "At least Gohan
and Sheri still love me."
"You know I still love you too," Lex chuckled.
"And I think that’s my cue to disappear,"
Gillian said with a smile. "Ring me when you get back from your
honeymoon, luv." She kissed Lex’s cheek, smiled at Clark, and
vanished into the crowd.
Clark stuck his hands in the pockets of his tux trousers and
tilted his head to the side, studying Lex. "So am I forgiven?"
"I don’t know," Lex said slowly. "Maybe you
ought to kiss me to make sure?"
Clark gave a slow grin and caught Lex’s face in his hands,
brushing his lips over the other man’s mouth before kissing him deeply and
Lex melted against him, responding to the kiss eagerly. When
they finally parted, he grinned briefly at the applause around them.
"Do you think it’s time for the wedding couple to make their
"Well, we’ve danced, eaten, cut the cake, and kissed
enough to make everyone happy, I think that about fulfills our
requirement." Clark paused and smirked. "Unless you’re wearing a
garter and want me to toss it to the crowd?"
"Very funny. You can check when we get to our room...
or even in the limo on the way to the plane," Lex retorted. "I don’t
think I can wait for the flight to be over to get to the wedding
night." He started moving toward the exit.
"Me either but Lex? Don’t we need to at least wave
good night to everyone?"
"I told you the trip to the airport was too short for
even us to do it!" Clark laughed as they scrambled up the metal steps
to the private jet, both looking and feeling very frustrated.
"I plan to share your seat taking off," Lex
growled. Then he swallowed hard as he imagined what it would feel like to be
impaled on Clark as the plane took off, pressing him down hard.
"Sharing my lap too, I hope," Clark muttered,
dropping into the captain’s chair and pulling Lex on top of him, able to
ignore the steward because all he could think of was Lex.
"Sharing your skin if I could," Lex rasped,
rocking against the erection beneath him. He fumbled at the fastening of his
pants, needing to get them out of the way so he could get Clark where he
"God, yes," Clark whispered, pushing Lex to his
feet for long enough to help with his pants, vaguely aware of the steward
closing the door between the room and the front of the plane. He reached for
his own zipper, freeing his cock and slathering it with the lube he’d
carried in his jacket pocket.
Lex fought not to whimper as he felt the cool air on his
bare ass and Clark’s cock against his cheeks. "Yeah," he panted,
leaning forward and raising himself slightly to make it easier for Clark to
Clark settled his cock at the entrance to Lex’s body and
pressed inside, groaning as the tight grip surrounded him. He gripped Lex’s
hips and thrust upward, sliding fully within the other man’s body as he
bit at Lex’s neck.
"Clark!" Lex let himself fall back onto Clark,
groaning at the deep thrust. "Oh god, yeah, like that," he panted,
The jet rumbled as the pilot started the engines, and Clark
felt the vibrations shiver through him. "Love you," he whispered,
running his hands up under Lex’s shirt and jacket and arching his hips,
staring up into Lex’s blue eyes.
"Love you too, Mr. Luthor-Kent." Lex kissed him,
fingers clenching on Clark’s shoulders as his body tightened around Clark’s
"Ten years together and I finally get to make an honest
man of you," Clark murmured, feeling their bond flare to life, allowing
him to experience the sensation of being filled as well as filling Lex.
"Ten years together and I don’t have to worry about
you being a kid anymore," Lex replied, gasping as he felt everything
Clark was feeling.
The plane taxied down the runway, pressing Lex onto him as
it picked up speed. "Just gotta worry about keeping each other happy
"Not a problem," Lex managed to say. "My
"Good—oh, fuck—good answer." A small bump
jolted them as the plane took off, and Clark moaned as he felt Lex convulse
around him, the motion sending them both over the edge.
Lex slumped in Clark’s embrace, shoulders shaking as he
laughed. "I’m going to come every time I fly anywhere now," he
finally managed to gasp out.
Clark’s eyebrows rose. "Then I’d better not let you
take any trips alone!"
"You think I’m going to argue with that?" Lex’s
eyebrows shot up.
"Might make those business deals you do in the air a
problem." Clark leaned back in the seat and sighed, still stroking his
hands over Lex’s back as they both calmed.
"I’d rather do you in the air," Lex chuckled.
Clark laughed quietly before drawing a hand out from under
Lex’s shirt to catch his hand. He raised Lex’s palm to eye level and
looked at the titanium band circling the other man’s finger. "In the
air, on the water, or on the ground," he promised.
"So long as we both shall live," Lex replied, eyes
on the ring he wore. "And beyond."
"And if anyone can manage that, it will be us."