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SV fic - In The Heat Of The Moment
Well, given that we're still in the midst of a heat wave here in the UK, I guess this is a rather appropriate moment to post this story. It's time to take a step back to the Clexier climes of season two...

Title - In The Heat Of The Moment
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Clark/Lex
Disclaimer - Not mine, I couldn't afford the motor and household insurance bills. I promise I'll scrub them down and give them back to DC comics, the WB and anyone else who does own a slice of them when I'm done with them.
Summary - Clark can't help thinking about Lex, sex and kinks...
Author's notes - I started writing this over two years ago when Heat first aired. I finally got working on it again a few months back and wrote up the notes I'd scribbled down. Now, at last, it's done! With thanks to both mistressace and astrea9562 for their invaluable beta comments.


The gentle swing and sway was oddly comforting. Clark lay back, letting his movement reinforce the rhythm of the hammock. Closing his eyes, Clark dropped the book he had been attempting to read onto his stomach. It was too hot; even reading required more energy than he was capable of summoning up right now.

The heavy heat seemed to sap his strength. It felt a little like being around the green meteor rocks, but without the unpleasant side effects. His limbs were leaden, a sleepy languor creeping stealthily through his muscles. Clark yawned, his jaw cracking, and settled deeper into the hammock's comfortable embrace.

Sleep must have claimed him, because Clark's next conscious impression was of air still hot, but at least bearable, surrounding him in the barn. Sunlight continued to filter into the loft, but the shadows had lengthened, indicating that it was evening. Clark felt restless now and his first thought was to run over to the mansion to see how Lex was coping with the excessive heat.

Summer vacation from school meant a much later curfew, as long as his chores were done, so Clark sped through them, eager to be gone. A quick stop by the kitchen, to let his mother know that he was going out, and then Clark was on his way.

He had expected the thick stone walls of the mansion to keep the place cool, but the air inside felt as heavy as that outside as Clark made his way along the hallway to Lex's office. Lex looked up as he stepped into the room, greeting him with a pleased smile that fired a whole new level of warmth deep in Clark's belly.

"Hey, Lex," he said, returning the smile as he walked across to Lex's desk.

"It's good to see you, Clark," Lex replied, pushing back his chair and moving to meet Clark halfway.

As he approached, Clark could see that even Lex was not immune to the heat. His dove grey shirt looked rumpled and the collar had been pulled open far enough to allow a tantalising glimpse of smooth, pale chest. For the first time, Clark was actually grateful for the heat wave. Anything that made Lex unfasten two whole extra buttons on his shirt had to be considered a blessing.

Just like Lex's scalp and his face, the visible skin was slick with sweat. It was, Clark found himself thinking without a trace of irony, one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. He wondered if the intense desire he felt to follow the path of those beads of sweat with his tongue, as they slid down Lex's neck, could be called a kink.

Clark rather liked the idea of Lex and sex and kinks occupying the same space. Though, he was sure, Lex's standards of what was kinky would be a lot less mundane than simply licking the sweat off someone's skin. Although, maybe that depended on exactly which areas of skin were being licked.

Clark had a few thoughts about which ones appealed to him and he wondered if Lex would be attracted by the same things. After all, Lex undoubtedly had a lot more experience than Clark with the whole sex thing. Surely he would know all about which places on a person's body tasted good.

If Lex noticed Clark's distraction he didn't comment on it. Instead, he gestured at the pool table. "Do you want to play?"

Clark's mind flashed on several scenarios involving himself, Lex and the table that had very little to do with playing pool. His mouth felt dry and Clark had to swallow several times before he could manage to reply, "Yeah, that would be good."

"Would you like a drink?" Lex asked.

"Please," Clark said gratefully as he set up for their game.

Lex came back with two bottles of his favourite water, the blue glass slick with condensation. Clark savoured the coolness against his palm as he tipped the bottle and took a long, refreshing drink. While he was enjoying the chilled water, Lex took the opportunity to break, bending low over the table as he made his shot.

When it was his turn to play, Clark tried not to notice Lex standing off to the side, lips around the slender neck of his bottle as he drank. It was a lost cause, and Clark's shot missed the pocket by a mile. Lex didn't say anything about his uncharacteristic lack of skill, but he took advantage of Clark's lapse to clear the balls.

Clark really didn't care that he was losing. He was too caught up in watching Lex prowl around the room, pausing only to mentally calculate the angles before bending to play again. There was something compelling about seeing Lex with his shirt open and his skin glistening with sweat. When Lex passed close by, intent on making another shot, Clark could feel the heat radiating from his body and smell his scent, stronger and more earthy than normal.

The combination of the various assaults on his senses was making him hard and Clark didn't have his usual long flannel shirt to hide behind. He was just wearing jeans and a white T-shirt and they hid nothing; a fact which became apparent when Clark caught Lex's eyes on him, the look in them suddenly speculative.

"Is there something you wanted to tell me, Clark?" Lex asked, his tone vaguely amused.

He moved round the table, passing close behind Clark again, not quite touching. The sudden proximity made Clark's hands tighten on his cue and he had to make a conscious effort not to snap the polished wood. Lex continued his slow stroll until he faced Clark across the expanse of red baize.

"Um, no," Clark said finally, his fingers nervously stroking the cue. "Why?"

Lex's eyes held Clark's for a moment before his gaze lazily drifted downward. It came to rest on Clark's crotch, neatly outlined by the opening of the corner pocket.

Clark glanced down too, becoming acutely aware of the bulge in his well-worn jeans, the faded denim stretched tight. Nervously, he shifted from foot to foot.

"Maybe it's just the heat," Lex said cryptically, his gaze not moving.

Flushed, embarrassed and turned on at the same time, Clark knew exactly where Lex was looking and what he could see. Unfortunately, it really wasn't a good idea to think about it, because knowing that Lex was staring at him only made Clark harder. It also made him want more than just Lex's eyes on him.

A small, involuntary groan escaped Clark, which he covered by turning it into a cough. Then he asked, "Could I get another bottle of water please, Lex?"

Lex looked up at his words, a small smile on his face.

"Of course, Clark," he replied, walking across the room to fetch it.

"Thanks," Clark said, grateful to have Lex's attention off him for a moment.

It was only a short reprieve, though, as Lex brought the fresh water across to where he stood, still frozen with uncertainty.

"I guess you need to cool off a little," Lex said. "Maybe then you'll be able to concentrate better on our next game."

He took a mouthful from his own drink as he handed the new one to Clark. Again Clark felt the shock of the cold, condensing glass against his skin, but this time it was accompanied by the electric brush of hot fingers over his own. They didn't withdraw, even when he had the bottle securely in his grasp.

Clark didn't know where to look. He was torn between the sight of their fingers entwined around the neck of the icy, blue bottle and the tantalising expanse of pale throat that shifted as Lex slowly drank. In the end, he found himself focusing on the trails of sweat on that smooth skin. They ran all the way down Lex's neck, before disappearing beyond the edges of the grey shirt. Clark whimpered and immediately found himself speared by Lex's clear gaze.

"I'll ask you once more, Clark." Lex's voice was low and rough, not at all the way it usually sounded. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Clark swallowed, wondering what Lex would say if he told him that right now he wanted to lay him down and lick every inch of his skin. In the end, he decided on discretion, but apparently his mouth needed time to catch up with his brain, because when he opened it, what came out wasn't what he'd planned. "I'd like to kiss you, Lex."

After his impulsive declaration, Clark wasn't sure what to expect, maybe laughter, perhaps denial. He certainly wasn't anticipating the slow, sexy smile as Lex plucked the bottle from his hand. It was deposited on the pool table, along with Lex's own, with total disregard for the wet rings they left on the baize. The cue that he'd still been clutching in his other hand went next, tossed down carelessly.

When Lex turned back, he pressed his lean, muscular body firmly against Clark, tilting his head up in invitation.

"All right, Clark, I'd like that too," he said, still smiling.

Lex's lips were moist from the last drink of water he'd taken and faced with this temptation, Clark couldn't resist. He just had to lean down and taste them... So, he did.

Clark had feared that it would be awkward kissing Lex, but it wasn't. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, especially when Lex kissed him back. He simply opened his mouth and coaxed Clark's tongue to thrust inside. Clark had expected heat, but Lex's mouth was still cool from the icy water. That didn't last long, though, things rapidly getting hotter as their tongues tangled and slid together.

At the same time, Clark was peripherally aware of Lex's body rubbing against him, hard cock to hard cock. It seemed a pity not to be concentrating more on that particular sensation, so Clark reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Lex's. It gave him an entirely possessive thrill to see how reddened and swollen Lex's lips looked after their kiss.

"Is something wrong, Clark?" Lex asked, his voice rough.

Clark shook his head, wondering how to put what he wanted into words. He hadn't forgotten his earlier thoughts about tasting Lex all over, and his cock seemed to appreciate the reminder, throbbing sharply.

"I want to see you," he said, after an awkward pause. "You know - naked," Clark added when Lex's eyes locked with his.

Lex grinned. "I think we can arrange that."

He took a step back and then his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt. Clark took a moment to miss the pressure of Lex's body against his own, but then he was transfixed by the sight of more and more smooth skin being revealed to him. Lex made a slow tease out of undressing, but eventually the grey shirt was thrown onto the pool table.

Clark licked his lips, just a step away from salivating as Lex went to work on his pants. He slid down the zipper, giving Clark a glimpse of his underwear before bending to pull off his shoes and socks. Clark's hands were itching to reach out and touch then, but he held back, clenching them into fists at his sides. He couldn't hold in the moan that escaped his lips when Lex straightened and pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips in a single fluid motion. The tangle of fabric fell around his ankles and Lex stepped away from it, posing unselfconsciously for Clark in all his naked glory.

"God, Lex..." Clark murmured as he slowly took in the sleek lines of Lex's form. "I - wow!"

Lex laughed softly as he moved closer to Clark. "So, now that you've seen me, is that all you want?"

Clark felt his mouth dry out again. The invitation in Lex's voice was clear enough. If he wanted to, he could touch... maybe more.

"Can I?" he asked without elaboration.

"Whatever you want," Lex replied, his tone full of promise.

Before he could think too much, and maybe talk himself out of it, Clark reached out and pulled Lex to him. His mouth covered Lex's as his hands went exploring. Lex's skin was hot and slick with sweat as Clark traced the planes of his back before moving down to cup the curves of his ass.

While he explored, Clark was vaguely aware of Lex's hands working their way between them, but it was still a shock when he felt his jeans gape open. He drew back, panting, as Lex determinedly shoved his pants and his boxers halfway down his thighs.

If Clark had thought that it felt good when their cocks rubbed together through layers of cloth, it was nothing to the way it felt when they were finally skin to skin.

Lex was thrusting against him hard as he pushed Clark's T-shirt up under his arms. Clark was grateful for his foresight as their cocks were leaking pre-come, leaving sticky trails across their stomachs. His hands tightened on Lex's ass, urging him on, harder, faster. In response, Lex bent down, his mouth latching onto Clark's neck, licking and biting.

Moaning, Clark threw his head back, feeling the sensations start to spiral out of control inside him. Lex continued to attack his throat and Clark wondered if he was trying to mark him, not knowing what a futile endeavour it was. He pushed the thought out of his mind, concentrating instead on the slick slide of Lex's cock against his own.

Heat coiled in his belly and Clark could feel it behind his eyes as well. He let them fall closed, forcing the growing warmth down into his body, all the way to his cock. His hips bucked frantically and he heard Lex groan, low and desperate. A few more rough thrusts and Clark felt the heat flare up uncontrollably. He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter and yelled Lex's name as he came, sticky fluid spreading between them.

Clark was still shuddering violently when he felt Lex spasm and more wetness splashed onto his skin. His hands gripped Lex's hips firmly as they both rode out the intense tremors, holding him near, not wanting Lex to move away.

Lex rested his head on Clark's shoulder and Clark could feel the hot puffs of breath against the side of his neck. With an effort, Clark loosened the grip of his hands, sliding them over Lex's back in what he hoped was a soothing manner.

Eventually, Lex raised his head, blue eyes seeking out Clark's. "Are you all right?"

It took Clark a moment to process the words. His brain still felt scrambled. He nodded, not sure that all right even began to cover it.

"Lex, that was - that was amazing," he said finally, a dazed smile spreading across his face.

"It was what you really wanted," Lex pressed.

Clark heard the note of seriousness in Lex's voice. Reaching up, he brushed his fingers lightly against Lex's cheek. "It's what I've been thinking about, Lex, this... and more."

Lex's brows rose in question. "More?"

Swallowing hard, Clark nodded. "I - I've been dreaming about... tasting you."

"Tasting me?" Lex's gaze was now focused unwaveringly on him.

"Earlier I was - I was thinking about pushing you back on the pool table and... licking you," Clark admitted, feeling his cheeks flush.

Lex's eyes sparkled with interest.

"Really? No wonder your mind wasn't on the game." Lex slid a hand down his own chest. When he raised it again his fingers were sticky with come. He eyed them thoughtfully, then looked at Clark. "And are you still thinking about that now?"

Clark gasped as Lex very deliberately rubbed his slick fingers across Clark's lips. "Lex?"

Stepping away from him, Lex backed slowly towards the pool table. A lazy smile graced his mouth.

Understanding dawned, and it took all of Clark's restraint not to simply use his strength and speed to stretch Lex out on the baize and hold him down, perfectly ready for him. Instead, Clark forced himself to take the time to strip out of his clothes, not wanting to trip up with his jeans round his knees. Then he advanced more slowly, until Lex was up against the table with nowhere else to go. Then Clark pushed him down carefully, spreading him out on the red cloth like a feast.

Lex's eyes remained locked on Clark's the whole time, dark with anticipation. His pupils dilated even further when Clark caught hold of the hand he'd smeared with come earlier, licking it clean with rasping strokes of his tongue.

When he was done, Clark let go of the hand before bending over Lex, surveying his canvas. Dipping his head, he started his task by lapping at the beads of sweat on Lex's chest. His tongue easily glided over the pale, smooth skin, savouring the sharp, salty flavour.

As he slowly made his way down towards the sticky mess coating Lex's belly, Clark felt Lex begin to squirm under him. He rested his hands gently on Lex's thighs, holding him still as he worked his tongue into Lex's navel. The musky scent of their come made Clark's cock twitch with renewed interest as he licked wet trails across the muscles of Lex's stomach.

A part of Clark's brain still couldn't quite believe that he was actually doing this, but all his senses combined to reassure him that it was real. He paused, burying his nose in the crease of Lex's thigh and inhaling the smell of sex. His actions seemed to be getting Lex interested again too, because when Clark finally got brave enough to run his tongue along the length of Lex's cock it was already half hard. Clark lapped at the head, finding the taste of Lex strongest there.

"Christ, Clark!" Lex hissed, as he licked along the shaft again. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

Clark raised his head, looking up at Lex. He felt his cheeks heat as he said, "Making you hard again?"

Lex's lips quirked in a smile, "Do you want to suck me?"

Eyes widening, Clark glanced down at Lex's cock, then back at his face. "Can I?"

Reaching down, Lex pumped his cock with his own hand a few times until it was fully hard. Clark watched him avidly, unconsciously licking his lips.

"Do you want to, Clark?" Lex asked again as he wrapped his fingers around the base.

Clark didn't need to be asked a third time. He bent over Lex, lapping at his cock as if it were a lollipop.

Breathing harshly, Lex said, "Suck it, Clark. I want to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours."

Clark felt himself flushing, but he opened his mouth and slowly slid it down over Lex's cock. Lex moaned his pleasure as Clark tightened his lips around the shaft and carefully began to pull off again. He sucked on the head for a second before taking Lex all the way in once more. Clark started to find a rhythm, but as his movements became more confident, Lex began to buck his hips. He was making good on his desire to fuck Clark's mouth. For a second, Clark was afraid he'd choke, but he managed to adjust to Lex's thrusts, sucking hard each time he pulled back.

Lost in the visceral sensations, Clark barely noticed when Lex reached up, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. This time, Lex didn't let him pull off, tugging until he held still. Then Lex thrust frantically a few more times before his back arched off the pool table and he came hard, spilling salty fluid down Clark's throat. Clark swallowed as much as he could, but he could feel a trickle of come escape from the corner of his lips.

Eventually, Lex flopped back onto the table, his fingers loosing their hold on Clark. He was panting loudly as he sprawled across the baize, loose-limbed.

Enjoying the sight of Lex, totally sated, Clark began to pull away. His tongue darted out to catch the last traces of Lex's come before he finally released his cock.

Straightening, Clark became aware of just how hard his own cock was, but Lex still looked too exhausted to do anything about it. Instead, Clark reached down, jerking himself roughly. Bracing himself on the edge of the pool table, Clark closed his eyes and pumped his cock in the tight grip of his fist. It only took a few strokes before he came, gasping as orgasm hit him. His come spilled across the smooth skin of Lex's thighs.

As he slowly recovered, Clark opened his eyes to find Lex watching him. He looked faintly amused.

"What?" Clark demanded when Lex simply continued to smirk at him.

Lex gestured in the direction of his legs. "It looks like we made a mess again - want to clean me up?"