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remix_reduxTitle: Under Kansas Skies (Fuel Burning Fast Remix)
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txtequilanights
Summary: Lex always knew this thing between him and Clark was volatile.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Original Story: Pump It Up by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hyperfocused
Notes: Thanks so much topoisontaster and technosage for hand-holding and to kantayra for the fabulous last-minute beta!
Under Kansas Skies (Fuel Burning Fast Remix)
Unleaded
It’s hot in Kansas. Lex is sweating through the dark violet silk of his shirt and he can feel the heat pressing against the black fabric of his dress pants. Normally, he wouldn’t stand for that, but today he isn’t complaining; he’s far too busy.
He’s in the bed of Clark’s truck, parked out in an empty field that Lex is almost positive belongs to the Luthor family. He doesn’t care if he’s wrong. Clark is hotter than the sun, his golden skin almost burning under Lex’s hands. His mouth is against Lex’s neck, tongue lapping at the drops of sweat gathering in the hollow of Lex’s throat.
Lex could stay like this for hours.
He grinds his hips up, rubs against the hard line of Clark’s cock, and Clark gasps. Hands fumble with Lex’s shirt; Clark tears off as many buttons as he manages to unfasten. His teeth drag across Lex’s collarbone as Clark pushes his shirt open until it’s bunched on either side of his body. Then they’re chest to chest, skin to skin, alone in the middle of nowhere.
“Lex,” Clark breathes. Then his mouth covers Lex’s, warm and wet and messy. Lex holds onto Clark’s sides, feels muscle and bone under skin as he rolls his hips again. This time Clark moves with him, pushing back against Lex’s cock. The friction makes Lex shudder and spread his legs wider, letting Clark settle flush against his body.
Clark’s tongue pushes into Lex’s mouth, and Lex groans. He twines one hand into Clark’s hair; the dark strands are warm against his fingers. He tugs, pulling Clark away from his mouth until their eyes meet. Clark’s pupils are dilated huge: black, rimmed with brilliant green. “Sit up,” Lex tells him and pushes gently at Clark’s chest. Uncertainty flashes across Clark’s features and he frowns briefly, but does as Lex asks.
He rocks back onto his knees, kneeling in between Lex’s legs and watching Lex carefully, waiting for him to do something. Clark looks so young like that, and something inside Lex twists sharply, just like it always does when he remembers that Clark is only fifteen. Lex ignores it.
As he reaches for the button on Clark’s jeans, Lex tells himself that he doesn’t care. This doesn’t mean anything. Having Clark’s cock thick and heavy in his hand is just about the sex. It’s about Clark being pretty and willing and eager.
Lex undoes his own pants next. He pulls Clark down on top of him, and the grooves of the truck bed dig into his back. Above them, the sun feels hotter than ever.
As he wraps his hand around both their cocks and starts to stoke, long and steady, Lex almost believes himself.
Almost.
Super
They’re on Lex’s motorcycle, the only one he owns. He doesn’t drive it much; he only bought it to annoy Lionel. But Clark asked to ride, and Lex said yes.
The handlebars are unfamiliar, nothing like steering a car, and Lex is unsteady at first. By the time he pulls out of his driveway, though, he has the bike under control. The wind whips across his face and Clark’s arms tighten around his waist. He can feel every inch of Clark’s body against his back, hard and solid.
They don’t speak, couldn’t hear each other if they tried. There’s just wind and road, sun glinting off the pavement and the bike roaring underneath them. Clark shifts, and Lex can feel the swell of his cock. Clark gets harder the longer they drive, and by the time they get back to Lex’s drive, he’s rocking against Lex in short, rough thrusts.
Lex would be lying if he said driving the bike didn’t have the same effect on him. But when he pulls it to a stop, he isn’t thinking about the ache of his own cock, just about pinning Clark against the bike and going to his knees on the hard cement, hands already working Clark’s jeans open.
The first glide of Lex’s tongue over his cock has Clark moaning, one hand clutching the bike, the other fisting in the shoulder of Lex’s shirt.
“Lex, please,” Clark begs, and Lex wraps his lips around the head. Clark whines low in his throat as Lex takes him deeper, his lips and tongue working over salty skin an inch at a time. He circles his hand around the base and sucks Clark harder. Lex is good at this and he knows it.
It doesn’t take long, Clark was farther gone than Lex thought. When he comes, it’s with a hoarse cry of Lex’s name and a stuttering jerk of his hips. Lex swallows, doesn’t stop until Clark goes limp.
When he gets back to his feet, Clark reaches for him instantly, dragging him into a kiss and licking deep into the inside of Lex’s mouth. “Again,” Clark says. He brushes his fingers over the front of Lex’s pants, traces the line of his cock. “One more ride, then I’ll return the favor.”
There’s not much Lex wouldn’t do to have Clark’s mouth wrapped around him, so he smirks and picks up Clark’s discarded helmet. “I’m holding you to that.”
Clark takes the helmet and looks at it, turns it over in his hands, then tosses it away. Lex watches as it clatters to the ground, then turns to Clark, raises an eyebrow. “Thought you wanted to ride?”
“Don’t need the helmet.” Clark meets Lex’s eyes and Lex can see the open honesty in his face. For once, he’s telling the whole truth. “Nothing can hurt me.”
Lex doesn’t say anything. He’s not surprised; there are things about Clark he didn’t need to be told. But he always expected it to stay that way. Besides, Clark’s wrong. There’s always something out there that can hurt anyone, no matter how invincible they think they are.
“I could,” he finally says. It’s the truth, in more ways than one, and Clark knows it. Lex can see it in his eyes.
Clark looks ready to protest, but after a second he just nods. “You won’t.”
Lex doesn’t answer, just swings his leg over the bike and waits until Clark does the same. But Clark’s right. Lex won’t hurt him. Clark is probably the only person on Earth Lex can say that about.
Premium
Clark is easy to pick out. He’s taller than most of his classmates, and that red jacket stands out. Lex catches sight of him as soon as he comes out the front doors of the high school and watches as Clark weaves through the crowd of kids, trailing after Chloe Sullivan.
It takes a minute for Clark to notice him, but his whole face lights up when he does. Lex smiles back at him and pushes away from the side of his car. It’s new, silver and sleek, and he knows Clark will love it.
Clark’s still beaming when he reaches the car. He touches Lex’s shoulder casually, just a brush of his hand, but it’s enough. “Let’s get out of here,” Lex says, and Clark’s grin widens.
“Can I drive?”
Lex doesn’t even stop to think before he tosses Clark the keys.
Farms, cows, miles and miles of fence all rush past as Clark speeds down the road. They’re outside of town, haven’t seen another car since they left the city limits. Lex tells Clark to drive faster.
The speedometer nudges up a tiny bit, not enough for Lex to feel the difference. That isn’t what he meant.
“Faster than that,” he says, leaning in close and sliding his hand over Clark’s thigh, over worn denim and solid muscle. “Faster.”
Clark’s hips buck when Lex’s hand cups his cock, more than half-hard beneath his jeans, and the speedometer jumps higher. Outside, the scenery starts to blur.
“Come on, Clark.” Lex pulls down the zipper on Clark’s jeans, pushes his hand inside. “Keep going. Faster.”
The speedometer climbs higher.
Clark’s breath catches when Lex thumbs the slippery wet head of his cock and his hips thrust harder, fucking into the grip of Lex’s fist. “That’s it,” Lex speaks softly, barely loud enough to be heard over the sound of the road. “Faster.”
He loves this, loves the rush. This is theirs, this road, this town, this whole damn world. Nothing can stop them.
Clark’s whole body goes tense, and Lex says it again. “Faster. Drive faster, Clark.”
Just as the car pushes past 100, Clark jerks the wheel to the side, sending gravel and dirt flying as he runs off the road. His arm presses against Lex’s chest, bracing him against the seat as Clark hits the brakes and the car spins wildly before coming to a halt on the side of the road.
“What the fuck?” Lex is gripping the dashboard, knuckles white and fingers digging into leather.
Clark’s on him in a flash; Lex doesn’t even see him move. One leg wedged tight on either side of Lex’s hips, holding him down. He’s breathing hard and his eyes are wide, panicked. “Jesus, Lex.”
“A crash can’t hurt you, Clark. Remember?” Lex doesn’t think he’ll ever think about anything else.
Clark’s eyes flash -- in anger or fear, Lex can’t tell. “No, but it can hurt you,” he says, deadly serious, and Lex knows. Fear. He can hear it strung tight beneath Clark’s words.
Clark crushes their mouths together, frantic, teeth grinding against lips. It hurts, but Lex lets him do it.
“I’m fine,” he says softly, after Clark has pulled away. “Clark, I’m fine.”
“I love you,” Clark says, all in one breath, the words tripping over each other like they’ve been trying to get out forever.
Lex’s chest goes tight and, just like that, everything snaps into place. He knows. He knows what the look in Clark’s eyes, still big and scared, means. He knows why he’s so determined that no one will ever find out any of Clark’s secrets.
He knows.
“Me too.” He touches Clark’s face, runs his thumb over the swell of Clark’s lower lip and feels him relax. “Me too, Clark.”
It’s the easiest thing he’s ever said.
Author:
txtequilanightsSummary: Lex always knew this thing between him and Clark was volatile.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Original Story: Pump It Up by
hyperfocusedNotes: Thanks so much to
poisontaster and technosage for hand-holding and to kantayra for the fabulous last-minute beta!Unleaded
It’s hot in Kansas. Lex is sweating through the dark violet silk of his shirt and he can feel the heat pressing against the black fabric of his dress pants. Normally, he wouldn’t stand for that, but today he isn’t complaining; he’s far too busy.
He’s in the bed of Clark’s truck, parked out in an empty field that Lex is almost positive belongs to the Luthor family. He doesn’t care if he’s wrong. Clark is hotter than the sun, his golden skin almost burning under Lex’s hands. His mouth is against Lex’s neck, tongue lapping at the drops of sweat gathering in the hollow of Lex’s throat.
Lex could stay like this for hours.
He grinds his hips up, rubs against the hard line of Clark’s cock, and Clark gasps. Hands fumble with Lex’s shirt; Clark tears off as many buttons as he manages to unfasten. His teeth drag across Lex’s collarbone as Clark pushes his shirt open until it’s bunched on either side of his body. Then they’re chest to chest, skin to skin, alone in the middle of nowhere.
“Lex,” Clark breathes. Then his mouth covers Lex’s, warm and wet and messy. Lex holds onto Clark’s sides, feels muscle and bone under skin as he rolls his hips again. This time Clark moves with him, pushing back against Lex’s cock. The friction makes Lex shudder and spread his legs wider, letting Clark settle flush against his body.
Clark’s tongue pushes into Lex’s mouth, and Lex groans. He twines one hand into Clark’s hair; the dark strands are warm against his fingers. He tugs, pulling Clark away from his mouth until their eyes meet. Clark’s pupils are dilated huge: black, rimmed with brilliant green. “Sit up,” Lex tells him and pushes gently at Clark’s chest. Uncertainty flashes across Clark’s features and he frowns briefly, but does as Lex asks.
He rocks back onto his knees, kneeling in between Lex’s legs and watching Lex carefully, waiting for him to do something. Clark looks so young like that, and something inside Lex twists sharply, just like it always does when he remembers that Clark is only fifteen. Lex ignores it.
As he reaches for the button on Clark’s jeans, Lex tells himself that he doesn’t care. This doesn’t mean anything. Having Clark’s cock thick and heavy in his hand is just about the sex. It’s about Clark being pretty and willing and eager.
Lex undoes his own pants next. He pulls Clark down on top of him, and the grooves of the truck bed dig into his back. Above them, the sun feels hotter than ever.
As he wraps his hand around both their cocks and starts to stoke, long and steady, Lex almost believes himself.
Almost.
Super
They’re on Lex’s motorcycle, the only one he owns. He doesn’t drive it much; he only bought it to annoy Lionel. But Clark asked to ride, and Lex said yes.
The handlebars are unfamiliar, nothing like steering a car, and Lex is unsteady at first. By the time he pulls out of his driveway, though, he has the bike under control. The wind whips across his face and Clark’s arms tighten around his waist. He can feel every inch of Clark’s body against his back, hard and solid.
They don’t speak, couldn’t hear each other if they tried. There’s just wind and road, sun glinting off the pavement and the bike roaring underneath them. Clark shifts, and Lex can feel the swell of his cock. Clark gets harder the longer they drive, and by the time they get back to Lex’s drive, he’s rocking against Lex in short, rough thrusts.
Lex would be lying if he said driving the bike didn’t have the same effect on him. But when he pulls it to a stop, he isn’t thinking about the ache of his own cock, just about pinning Clark against the bike and going to his knees on the hard cement, hands already working Clark’s jeans open.
The first glide of Lex’s tongue over his cock has Clark moaning, one hand clutching the bike, the other fisting in the shoulder of Lex’s shirt.
“Lex, please,” Clark begs, and Lex wraps his lips around the head. Clark whines low in his throat as Lex takes him deeper, his lips and tongue working over salty skin an inch at a time. He circles his hand around the base and sucks Clark harder. Lex is good at this and he knows it.
It doesn’t take long, Clark was farther gone than Lex thought. When he comes, it’s with a hoarse cry of Lex’s name and a stuttering jerk of his hips. Lex swallows, doesn’t stop until Clark goes limp.
When he gets back to his feet, Clark reaches for him instantly, dragging him into a kiss and licking deep into the inside of Lex’s mouth. “Again,” Clark says. He brushes his fingers over the front of Lex’s pants, traces the line of his cock. “One more ride, then I’ll return the favor.”
There’s not much Lex wouldn’t do to have Clark’s mouth wrapped around him, so he smirks and picks up Clark’s discarded helmet. “I’m holding you to that.”
Clark takes the helmet and looks at it, turns it over in his hands, then tosses it away. Lex watches as it clatters to the ground, then turns to Clark, raises an eyebrow. “Thought you wanted to ride?”
“Don’t need the helmet.” Clark meets Lex’s eyes and Lex can see the open honesty in his face. For once, he’s telling the whole truth. “Nothing can hurt me.”
Lex doesn’t say anything. He’s not surprised; there are things about Clark he didn’t need to be told. But he always expected it to stay that way. Besides, Clark’s wrong. There’s always something out there that can hurt anyone, no matter how invincible they think they are.
“I could,” he finally says. It’s the truth, in more ways than one, and Clark knows it. Lex can see it in his eyes.
Clark looks ready to protest, but after a second he just nods. “You won’t.”
Lex doesn’t answer, just swings his leg over the bike and waits until Clark does the same. But Clark’s right. Lex won’t hurt him. Clark is probably the only person on Earth Lex can say that about.
Premium
Clark is easy to pick out. He’s taller than most of his classmates, and that red jacket stands out. Lex catches sight of him as soon as he comes out the front doors of the high school and watches as Clark weaves through the crowd of kids, trailing after Chloe Sullivan.
It takes a minute for Clark to notice him, but his whole face lights up when he does. Lex smiles back at him and pushes away from the side of his car. It’s new, silver and sleek, and he knows Clark will love it.
Clark’s still beaming when he reaches the car. He touches Lex’s shoulder casually, just a brush of his hand, but it’s enough. “Let’s get out of here,” Lex says, and Clark’s grin widens.
“Can I drive?”
Lex doesn’t even stop to think before he tosses Clark the keys.
Farms, cows, miles and miles of fence all rush past as Clark speeds down the road. They’re outside of town, haven’t seen another car since they left the city limits. Lex tells Clark to drive faster.
The speedometer nudges up a tiny bit, not enough for Lex to feel the difference. That isn’t what he meant.
“Faster than that,” he says, leaning in close and sliding his hand over Clark’s thigh, over worn denim and solid muscle. “Faster.”
Clark’s hips buck when Lex’s hand cups his cock, more than half-hard beneath his jeans, and the speedometer jumps higher. Outside, the scenery starts to blur.
“Come on, Clark.” Lex pulls down the zipper on Clark’s jeans, pushes his hand inside. “Keep going. Faster.”
The speedometer climbs higher.
Clark’s breath catches when Lex thumbs the slippery wet head of his cock and his hips thrust harder, fucking into the grip of Lex’s fist. “That’s it,” Lex speaks softly, barely loud enough to be heard over the sound of the road. “Faster.”
He loves this, loves the rush. This is theirs, this road, this town, this whole damn world. Nothing can stop them.
Clark’s whole body goes tense, and Lex says it again. “Faster. Drive faster, Clark.”
Just as the car pushes past 100, Clark jerks the wheel to the side, sending gravel and dirt flying as he runs off the road. His arm presses against Lex’s chest, bracing him against the seat as Clark hits the brakes and the car spins wildly before coming to a halt on the side of the road.
“What the fuck?” Lex is gripping the dashboard, knuckles white and fingers digging into leather.
Clark’s on him in a flash; Lex doesn’t even see him move. One leg wedged tight on either side of Lex’s hips, holding him down. He’s breathing hard and his eyes are wide, panicked. “Jesus, Lex.”
“A crash can’t hurt you, Clark. Remember?” Lex doesn’t think he’ll ever think about anything else.
Clark’s eyes flash -- in anger or fear, Lex can’t tell. “No, but it can hurt you,” he says, deadly serious, and Lex knows. Fear. He can hear it strung tight beneath Clark’s words.
Clark crushes their mouths together, frantic, teeth grinding against lips. It hurts, but Lex lets him do it.
“I’m fine,” he says softly, after Clark has pulled away. “Clark, I’m fine.”
“I love you,” Clark says, all in one breath, the words tripping over each other like they’ve been trying to get out forever.
Lex’s chest goes tight and, just like that, everything snaps into place. He knows. He knows what the look in Clark’s eyes, still big and scared, means. He knows why he’s so determined that no one will ever find out any of Clark’s secrets.
He knows.
“Me too.” He touches Clark’s face, runs his thumb over the swell of Clark’s lower lip and feels him relax. “Me too, Clark.”
It’s the easiest thing he’s ever said.
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Date: 2007-04-22 03:57 pm (UTC)What an amazing story.
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Date: 2007-04-22 06:05 pm (UTC)Wow, I feel like my nice little story has been taken to "Pimp My Fic" (using Pimp in the 'doctor it up and make it cool' sense, like '"Pimp my Ride")and turned into a gorgeous racing machine. I'm not exactly sure it's street legal, as it's way, way too hot, and surely passersby will get into accidents watching the gorgeous porny boys.
As for me, I'm totally stoked, and youo've fueled my fantasies.
Thank you so much!
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