Title: „I can wait“
Author: Bev *too*
Beta:
Twinsarein, thank's, dear.
Wave/Prompt: 32 / No. 24
„Till you love me“
Summary: Lex can wait until
Rating: NC-17 (but just at
the end)
A/N: Wow, this is the first
time I actually wrote two stories for a wave. But
the prompts were so
wonderful that I just couldn't resist. I hope you
enjoy my second
story.
„... and I love her so
much it hurts.“
wounded puppy that wanted to be cuddled and petted
and told
everything was going to be alright again, and Lex
sighed. How often
had he heard that statement, although in different
variations? 'Oh
Lex, I love Lana so much.' 'Oh Lex, why doesn't
she love me the way I
love her?' 'Lex, what can I do to make her love
me?' He was *so* sick
of it.
„I understand you,
he said out loud. Oh boy did he understand. He was
at the receiving
end of those emotions, too, after all. „But what
do you want me to
do?“
'Wanna have my car?' he
asked silently. 'My money? My cock? My … oh no …
not going
there.'
„You have so much
experience,“
*really* enjoyed being called a slut. „So I
thought you might have
some … tips for me.“
„Tips?“
„Suggestions, maybe.
Something I can do that might help me win her?“
Lex was severly tempted to
bang his head against a wall. Or his desk. Or
maybe bang Lana's head
against the desk. Yes, that might be a nice
change. „Clark, I … I
really don't know what to say. I don't know what
you want from me.“
A deep sigh was the only
answer he got. Then a quiet murmured, „Neither do
I. I just thought
… you always have such beautiful women on your arm
when you date.“
'Who almost always either
want to kill me, or at least disembowl me. Or
simply want my money.'
As usual he said nothing he really wanted to.
Instead, he just
listened.
„So I thought you could
tell me what you … you know … *do* to those women
to make them
love you.“
'Wave my money around, be a
hard-ass, a mean sonofabitch … women seem to like
that,' he
thought, cleared his throat, and answered, „Just
be yourself,
Clark. If she's worth your attention she‘ll see
what‘s right in
front of her.“
'Just like I do.'
later, and Lex watched him leave. One day, he
swore to himself, one
day you *will* see what I can offer you. One day
you‘ll come to me
because you‘ll finally acknowledge your feelings
for *me*. Until
then I can wait.
Lex spent the night in
Metropolis, with a young man kneeling between his
spread legs, trying
his best to suck Lex's brain out through his dick.
The young man had
black hair and green eyes, and Lex shoved him away
the moment he had
come. Without any further ado, he tucked himself
in and left.
~*~
Lex Luthor cursed the day he
ever introduced Oliver ‚Fucking‘ Queen to Clark
‚Innocent
Farmboy‘ Kent. Within a few days, Oliver had
managed to get from 'I
just met you' to 'BFF'. And this pissed Lex off to
no end.
„... and so I said, sure,
why not? What do you think?“
Lex looked back, realizing
belatedly that
minutes. But he‘d tuned out, and had walked over
to the window
after he'd heard the name Ollie one too many
times. Which meant that
right now … Lex had absolutely no clue what
about.
„What?“ he asked,
ignoring
„I said, Ollie wants to
take me to the Theater this weekend and I thought
about renting a
tuxedo. I wanted to know your opinion. Do you
think a tux would be
overdressed? Would my suit be okay instead?“
thought alone made him shiver. In a very, very
good way. But then he
thought of
side. And decided that the vultures of Metropolis
shouldn't be
allowed to see such a stunning beauty. He turned
away from the
window.The young man had the puppydog look on his
face that caused
Lex to cave in each and every time. With a sigh he
sat down behind
his desk, and shuffled some papers.
„Your suit should be just
fine,
up to know that there was a happy expression on
he startled a bit when the young man jumped up,
and clapped his hands
together.
„Thank you, Lex. I don't
know what I'd do without you.“
And with that he was gone.
Lex blinked at the spot where only seconds ago
he let his head drop down onto his desk. It met
the desk with a dull
sound. And somehow it felt good.
~*~
The pictures he saw the next
morning on the front page of about a dozen
newspapers hurt like hell.
Clark, smiling, blushing, beautiful Clark at the
side of a smirking
Oliver Queen who had his arm around
As if he had a right to
touch.
Did he?
As long as Lex could
remember,
girl he'd taken to Metropolis that one time … what
was her name?
Jennie? No, Jessie. Right, Jessie.
Never before had
any interest in batting for the home team. And he
would know,
wouldn't he? Wouldn't he have guessed? Or at least
… felt
something?
Apparently not.
He cast one last glance at
the pictures of a smiling
trash.
Two hours later, he picked
them out again, cut Oliver neatly out of every
picture and kept only
those of
Maybe one day, he could show
should be.
~*~
Seeing
happiness was something Lex hadn’t known he‘d
missed until
entered his office that way. The grin on his face
was so wide that
Lex was actually afraid the young man might hurt
himself.
„Guess what?“ he yelled
excitedly.
„What?“ Lex asked back
without looking up from his files.
„I got a date!“
The pencil broke in his
hand.
„A date?“
Beaming, blinding smile.
„Yep, a date.“
Lex threw the broken pencil
in the trash, and took a new one. „With Oliver?“
How … why would you think something like that? I'm
not … no,
Oliver is just a good friend.“
I'm not gay, he'd wanted to
say. Lex was absolutely sure of it. And in a way
he was relieved.
Relieved because now he knew that Oliver would
never get his hands on
But, on the other hand, it
also meant that
Lex sighed. Well, he
couldn't have everything, right?
„So, what do you want from
me, Clark?“
down on one corner of Lex's desk, and played with
the broken pencil.
„Advice, Lex. I need your advice. Dressing-wise.“
Lex's eyes slid over
jean-clad thighs, a chest covered by a blue shirt,
up to wind-tousled
dark hair. Nothing wrong with
he wasn't. Concerned that is. So maybe he wanted
to take his new girl
out for a night in the town. Like he did with
Jessie.
„Which club will you go
to?“ he asked finally. Maybe he could show up
there later. Purely
by accident of course.
„The Metropolis' Soul.“
Another pencil followed the
path of the first. A clean break. The Soul. The
Soul?
„The Soul?“ Lex had to
ask. Had to make sure he did indeed heard right.
„Yes. Why?“
Because The Soul was
Metropolis' most famous – and most expensive – gay
club.
Something that had apparently somehow seemed to
have slipped Clark's
notice. So of course it was Lex's duty to set his
friend straight.
So to speak. Which he did.
The casual, „I know,“ he
got for an answer was certainly not what he had
expected.
O-kay. „So … then … if
you know, why do you want to take your date
there?“
Clark shrugged. „Jeff said
it's a nice place.“
„Jeff?“
Clear green eyes looked up,
gazing steadily, almost a little challenging into
his. „Jeff. My
date.“
Of course. His date. His
male date. His male date who took him to
Metropolis's finest gay
club. Lex felt the urge to bang his head against a
very hard surface.
Again. This was becoming a habit.
„Lex? You okay?“
Oh hell, no. He wasn't even
in the same country as okay. „Sure. Why are you
asking?“
Clark simply looked down at
Lex's hands, and, with an apologetic smile, Lex
dropped the remnants
of the pencil. He had broken it into several
pieces.
„Are you … do you ...“
Clark sounded suddenly very shy. Terribly
insecure. „Do you mind my
date being a man?“
Oh great. Now Clark seemed
to assume that Lex was a homophobic asshole, when
in reality he
wanted nothing more than to bend the younger man
over the next flat
surfaced and ravage him. Quickly, he got up,
walked over to Clark,
and put his hands on his shoulders, for a moment
revelling in the
warmth and the strength of the other man's body.
„Of course not,
Clark. I'm glad you found someone you can trust.“
Bullshit! He wanted nothing
more than to get a hold on this Jeff and make sure
that nobody would
ever find the body.
And he sure as hell would be
at The Soul tonight.
~*~
A warm hand landed on his
shoulder, causing him to spin around, and look
into the eyes of
Oliver Queen.
„Hey, Ollie,“ Clark
greeted happily. He was glad to see his friend
here for his date,
Jeff, had gone AWOL over an hour ago. The arm
settled heavily on his
shoulder, a solid, comforting weight.
„Why the long face?“ The
music was blazingly loud, and Oliver had to put
his mouth close to
Clark's ear. The younger man shuddered when he
felt the hot breath.
Oliver looked around, apparently searching for
someone before leaning
close again. „And where is your date?“
„Wish I knew,“ Clark
mumbled into his drink.
Oliver raised his head,
searching until he seemed to find what – or better
who – he was
looking for, and said, „Ah, there he is.“
Clark raised his head, too,
but Jeff was nowhere to be seen. „Very funny, Ollie,“
he said,
slightly angry. „No need to mock me. I know that
I'm pathetic. We
were here less than an hour when he suddenly took
off.“
Oliver simply looked at him
funny, and a little stressed, Clark asked, „What?“
„Just wondering what the
hell you're talking about. He's standing right
there, Clark!“ He
pointed toward the end of the bar. Clark
straigthend up again, and
looked more closely over the heads of those around
him. But all he
could see was Lex's bald head – and what the hell
was he doing here
anyway? – but not the black curls of Jeff.
„I don't see him,“ he
answered, slouching down again. Once more Oliver
turned around, and
back to Clark.
„Do I have to worry about
your eyesight, too, Kent, along with your fashion
sense?“
Clark made a face at him,
tempted to stick his tongue out like a petulant
little child. „All
I see is Lex.“
Oliver made a Duh-face. And
when Clark sent that face right back at him, he
threw his hands up in
the air. „Who else were you looking for, Clark?“
„My date,“ Clark said
very slowly as if he was talking to a mentally
disabled. „And last
time I checked, my date was *not* Lex Luthor.“
„It wasn't?“ Now Oliver
seemed to be really confused. „And I always
thought the reason you
brushed me off was that he was jealous.“
„I … what? What did I?“
Clark sputtered.
„Clark, I've been flirting
with you ever since I met you. But you never
responded … you always
talked about Lex this and Lex that. So when you
told me you had a
date – a serious date, which hurt me by the way,
because I always
thought all our dates were serious – I assumed
that Lex had finally
gotten around to asking you out.“
For a moment Clark was
simply speechless. Oliver really thought that he?
And Lex? And God,
didn't he wish it was true? But it wasn't. He took
a deep breath, and
led Oliver a bit to the side.
„Ollie, Lex and me …
there never was anything. And there never will be
anything. Lex is
straight. As straight as they come! And I … well,
I'm not. I …
God, I'm an idiot. Jeff asked me out. No
pussyfooting around it. We
met, he said he liked me, and he asked me out. Lex
… he never did
something like that.“
„No, he didn't,“ Oliver
acknowledged. „He did other things for you. Helped
you when you
needed it. Was always there for you when you had
no one else to talk
to. Lent you his Ferrari when you wanted to
impress some girl.“
Clark's eyes grew wide, and
Oliver snickered. „Oh yeah, he told me. But some I
know from
Chloe.“
„Chloe?“
Oliver nodded. „Chloe. She
also thinks that you should finally make a move on
Lex. She's getting
tired of all this dancing around you two do.“
„Oliver, are you seriously
trying to tell me that Lex Luthor might be … could
be … ?“
„... in love with you?“
Oliver provided helpfully, and with an almost
unnaturally broad grin,
„Exactly.“
Clark searched for Lex's
gaze again, locked with his, and suddenly it was
there for him to
see. Had been there all the time, and just as
suddenly Clark felt
like the biggest fool ever.
~*~
He knew that they were
talking about him.
Knew it because his skin
prickled. And if he'd still had hair, he was sure
that it would be
standing up. He'd spotted Clark and Oliver in
their corner on the
other side of the bar the moment his childhood
friend had stepped up
to his farmboy. Had touched him. He'd gritted his
teeth, and it took
all of his willpower not to crush his glass in his
hands.
He shook his head at the
bartender's question about another drink. He let
his gaze drift
through the club. For a few seconds he closed his
eyes, took in his
surroundings through the noise, the smell, the
voices, and suddenly
he got the feeling of being watched. He looked
back to Clark, and
found himself under the younger man's intense
gaze.
He didn't dare to move.
Didn't dare as much as breathe when he saw Clark
putting down his
glass, and walking closer. He pushed his way
through the dancing
masses, shoved half-naked people out of his way,
until he finally –
finally – stood in front of Lex.
For a long moment nobody
spoke. Then Clark bowed down a bit, and said
directly into Lex's ear,
„Why didn't you say something?“
Oh hell, yeah. Because it
was so easy, right? Everybody walked up to his
*male* best friend to
declare his love on a daily basis. But before he
could find the right
words to form the answer, Clark's lips pressed
softly against his. It
was the mere thought of a kiss, sweet and
fleeting, and gone so quick
that Lex wasn't quite sure it hadn't been simply a
figment of his
imagination. Then Clark moved closer, wound his
arms around Lex and
pulled him flush against him.
A sudden burst of arousal
flooded Lex's senses when he felt the hard length
of Clark's cock
press tightly against his. And involuntarily he
moaned.
„God, yes,“ Clark
hissed, between two kisses, „let me hear you.“
Lex wondered how Clark could
hear *any*thing, for the noise in the club had
reached an almost
deafening level. But he didn't care. He would do
anything Clark asked
of him. He lost all track of time, standing in the
middle of the
smokey club, getting kissed by Clark Kent. It took
him a while to
realize that the kisses were anything but clumsy
and virginal. No.
Clark's kisses were experienced, almost masterful.
And he got jealous
of all those men and women that Clark had kissed
to gather this
experience. He broke the kiss, grabbed Clark's
hand, and growled,
„Let's get out of here.“
Clark followed willingly.
~*~
Several hours later, Clark
lay in Lex's bed, with the older man's body still
draped around him,
feeling as satisfied and happy as never before.
He hissed softly when he
felt Lex slowly slide out of him, and the soft
trickle of cum leaking
from his ass. It was a strange feeling. One he
might never get used
to. It felt filthy. And weird. And good. And
amazing. And Clark
wanted to feel it again and again and again.
„A penny for your
thoughts,“ Lex murmured behind him, kissing his
shoulder.
„Why didn't you ever say
something?“ Clark asked, without opening his eyes
or turning
around, repeating his question from earlier.
„Hi, Clark. How are you
today?“ Lex began in a casual tone. Clark frowned,
but before he
could turn around, Lex continued. „I'm fine,
thank's for asking.
How about meeting tonight? We could have something
to eat, and
afterwards we can go to my bedroom where I‘ll fuck
your brains out.
Think your parents would let you stay overnight?“
A snort followed.
„Yeah, I can see how well that would have gone.“
Clark winced slightly. Yes,
Lex was right. That would have been a little too
much. He snuggled
closer to Lex, ignoring the wet spots.
„What about you?“ Lex
asked softly after a few minutes silence.
„What about me?“ Clark
asked back, enjoying the tender stroking of Lex's
fingertips over his
skin.
„What made you change your
mind?“
With a sigh, Clark rolled
over and opened his eyes. „Ollie,“ he said, and
Lex gritted his
teeth. „We met at the club, and he simply presumed
that I was there
with you.“
Clark laughed softly. „He
couldn't believe that I wasn't. And then I looked
at you, and … I
don't know. Suddenly everything fell into place. I
… Lex, do we
have to talk about that now?“
Clark knew that he whined a
little, but right now he *so* didn't care. Lex
kissed him softly.
„No, we don't,“ he murmured against Clark's mouth.
Another kiss
followed, and then Lex lay down again, pulling
Clark even closer
though that hardly seemed possible.
Clark could feel sleep tug
at him, and with a smile he closed his eyes again,
listening to Lex's
heartbeat, the even in and out of his breath.
„I waited,“ Lex
whispered after a while, and Clark opened his eyes
again, staring
into the darkness of Lex's bedroom. He could feel
that Lex didn't
expect an answer, probably thought him asleep, so
he remained quiet
and simply listened. „It nearly broke my heart to
see you with all
those other people. Lana. Chloe. Jessie. Oliver.
And it was me who
loved you so much. So I waited. Waited for the day
you would finally
love me back.“ A soft kiss to his shoulderblade.
„I'm so happy
you do now, Clark.“
Clark turned around, and
took Lex in his arms, startling the older man
slightly. „I do,“
he whispered. „I love you, Lex.“
Lex didn't answer. He just
kissed every patch of skin he could reach until –
entangled with
each other – they finally fell asleep.
The End