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Lex stands with his back pressed to the door of his office, pants pooled at his feet and hands in Clark's hair. His cock is finally breaching those red, red lips and the heat on his tight, hot flesh makes his knees weak.

Clark looks up at him with frightened eyes, confusion and fear warring in the hazel depths. Poor kid, doesn't even know what he's getting into. But Lex doesn't care right now, he's waited too long. Two long years and endless masturbation sessions thinking of those lips that are finally kissing the tip of his cock, that tongue licking the drop from his slit.

Jesus.

Lex flings his head back hard against the door and there will be a bruise there tomorrow but he doesn't care about that either. He grasps Clark's hair and plunges deep, heedless of virgin nerves and fears. He uses his grip to pull Clark down his shaft, ignores the plaintive whimpers from Clark's throat and thrusts again.

Clark gags around him, choking on his cock, snorting helplessly for air. Lex rolls his head against the door in ecstasy. Too long to wait, too long to want, Jesus, he *deserves* this. Clark gags with each thrust, not getting the hang of it, Lex's cock catching at the back of his tight throat.

Peeks through his lashes to see Clark's wide eyes tearing and he grunts, "Drop your Adam's Apple, open your throat for me."

He should've been kinder, he should've been gentler. But fuck it. He'll make it up to Clark later.

He thrusts hard and Clark must have followed his instructions because his cock slips into slick, tight heat. God, Clark swallows around him and Lex groans low and rough. So good.

Lex closes his eyes again and bites into his lip. Not going to last much longer, so close already. Clark on his knees for him, and, yeah, so fucking hot.

He shudders and pumps harder, nearly there, not going to wait. Doesn't stop thrusting when there is a knock on the door right behind his head.

"Go. The fuck. Away."

"Lex?"

Jesus, it's Martha Kent. Lex groans as Clark somehow gets away from his grip and slides off his cock.

"I said, 'Go the fuck away.'"

Clark's on his hands and knees backing away from the door, away from Lex, terror lighting his eyes.

Lex follows him to the floor, kneeling. He ruthlessly grabs Clark's head, lust clouding everything. Need and want the only things he can understand. He pushes past those lips and thrusts again and again and again. So close, so close.

Barely registers the sound of the door opening, because he's coming so hard and there's Martha screaming and Clark is choking and crying.

Lex crashes down from heights unknown and pulls his cock free. Clark is close to sobbing, unaware that come drips from his mouth.

Clark yells, "Mom, leave!"

Martha slaps Lex and attempts to pummel him. He wards her off, slightly annoyed to be dealing with an attacker while his cock swings free. He manages to side step her long enough to shove himself back in his pants and fasten them neatly.

Clark catches his mother in his arms and prevents her from hitting Lex again. She struggles to get free and Lex watches in silence. Speechless and sick.

No more Clark in his life. That's for fucking sure. He knows that blowjob wasn't worth it. Not if he can never have Clark again. Not if he is going to prison. Not if he is going to start thinking orange is really a good color for him.

Clark still has come dripping from his mouth and Martha is staring at it with disgust.

Clark releases her and says, " Mom, please leave."

Martha, moving in slow motion, reaches into her purse and pulls out a kleenex and lifts it to dab at Clark's chin. He blushes violently and grabs the tissue from her, wiping his chin roughly and shooting Lex an angry glance.

Lex finds his voice, "Mrs. Kent, this isn't what it seems!"

"No, of course it isn't Lex," she fairly spits.

Lex needs to calm her down, there could still be a way to salvage this. He lifts his hands in a placating manner. "Mrs. Kent, I assure you that you simply don't understand what you saw..."

She interrupts him - again. "I know a blowjob when I see one, Lex!"

Clark tries to calm her too. "Mom, really, it's okay...really Mom..."

Martha whirls on him, shouting. "Clark, it is not okay. This is serious."

Clark crinkles his brows and says, "But I love him!"

Lex feels pistol-whipped. Clark loves him. Clark loves him. Fuck. Oh, fuck yeah.

Martha looks at her son and demands, "Explain this, Clark."

"I love him, Mom. That's all."

Martha looks at Lex and he doesn't know what she sees on his face, but she sighs and starts to cry.

Clark wraps his arms around her, shushing her, whispering, ""It's okay, it's okay"

Martha catches her breath between sobs and says, "I'd have an easier time believing that if your breath didn't smell like come!"

Clark lets go of her and backs away, hurt written on every feature and deep in his green eyes. Lex wants to take that away. Wants to make this better. Because, fuck, Clark loves him.

Martha is shaking and without Clark's support she sinks to the floor. Lex stares at her, his mind violently processing the situation and sifting through information. He can find a way to fix this.

He finally feels Clark's eyes on him and looks at him in shock.

"I do, you know," Clark says quietly, shyly.

"Do what?"

"I do love you."

And suddenly Lex is moving, crossing to pull Clark into his embrace. He caresses Clark's hair and lifts on his toes to look into his eyes. "I know."

And he kisses Clark, because he might never get to kiss him again.

Pulling away he whispers, "I don't mind your come breath."

The End

Dear God, that is bad. So very, very, very bad. *shakes head*

Although, that does sound like a fun story challenge, huh? The Trash Story Challenge. Hee! Um, yeah. Whatever. *g*