Fic: Bungalow Boys 2

[sinderella81]

Title: Bungalow Boys 2
Rating: R? NC-17?
Characters: Clark/Lex
Disclaimer: Not Mine!  I just like to play!
Summary:  Clark and Lex are home from their island vacation ... and still having fun *wink* ... PWP
Warnings: More nipple and hair play *g*

This is a sequel to Bungalow Boys that lexalicious70and I wrote ... hope y'all enjoy it *wink*

Clark wiped a hand over his face as he entered the apartment. It was Friday night and he was done with his classes for the week. He dropped his backpack in the foyer, kicked off his shoes and padded through the penthouse, headed for the kitchen. The hairholder ended up on the kitchen counter as he dug through the fridge for something to eat.

 

A pair of slim hands settled on his hips from behind. "You're home," a soft, even voice said. 

 

Clark sighed and leaned back. "Yeah," he murmured.

 

The hands slid down and roamed over Clark's ass. "Rough day?"

 

Clark hummed happily. "A bit ... Professor Martin was an ass as usual ... "

 

“I'll have him fired immediately, of course," Lex murmured as he pressed himself up against Clark's solid warmth. 

 

"Of course," Clark said softly. "I swear he hates just me ... and that feels fantastic ... "

 

“He's a fool. He won't be able to teach a kindergarten class by the time I'm done with him." Lex arched against Clark's ass, and the hands roved up to his long hair. "Mmmm. Bedroom," Lex whispered, leaning over and nipping Clark's earlobe. 

 

Clark groaned and nodded. "Yes," he whispered.

 

Lex turned Clark around and nudged the fridge door shut with his foot. "Play first, then I'll feed you," he grinned.

 

"Promise?" Clark asked with a smile.

 

"Promise." Lex gave his hand a gentle tug. "Come on."

 

Clark followed eagerly. He was glad that he had moved out of the dorms. Lex had insisted he spend at least one year in the dorms. For the experience, Lex had said. On the last day of his freshman year, Clark had packed everything up and moved into Lex's penthouse ... they'd never been happier.

 

Lex pulled him over to the bed and sat him down. "I went shopping today . . . and I bought my love a little something."

 

"Shopping, huh?" Clark asked as he relaxed on the bed. "What did you get?"

 

Lex brought a black velvet bag over to the bed and set it on Clark's chest.

 

Clark pet the bag for a bit, enjoying the feel of the velvet under his fingers.

 

Lex smiled and stretched out, and then pulled a set of black leather wrist and ankle cuffs from the bag. The leather looked very soft and supple, and Lex dragged them gently across Clark's chest as he looked up at his lover with a small, almost pouty smile.

 

Clark gasped just a bit. "Can we ... try them?" he whispered softly.

 

"Oh, we most certainly can." He reached out and began to unbutton Clark's shirt. 

 

Clark gave Lex a shy smile and shimmied out of his shirt before undoing his pants.

 

"Ah ah . . . mine." Lex smiled, and lowered his head. He gripped the fly of Clark's slacks with his teeth and pulled it down before nudging the open flaps aside with his nose, and then gripped the waistband. "Up," he said to Clark, patting one lean hip gently.

 

Clark whimpered and eagerly complied. He gently caressed Lex's head. "Love you," he whispered.

 

Lex smiled at the words as he gently removed Clark's boxers, and then he picked up the wrist cuffs. He wrapped one each around the left wrist and the right, and then secured each to the bedpost. He then did the same with the ankle cuffs. "And you wondered why I still have this old fashioned four-poster bed," he smiled at Clark.

 

Clark blushed and nodded. He tested the cuffs a bit; they were strong ... it would take a big show of strength to break them. He wouldn't break them though; they were so nice, and felt so smooth and smelled so good ...

 

Lex swung one lean leg over Clark and straddled him, still fully dressed. "Hello, slave."

 

"Hello ... Master," Clark whispered softly.

 

"You will not speak unless your Master gives you permission. Since you are a new slave, I'll let that offense pass." Lex reached down and stroked Clark's broad chest. "Before I decide if you make a worthy slave, you'll have to show me that you can please me."

 

Clark remained silent ... Lex didn't tell him he could say anything. He was also ... incredibly turned on; he loved when Lex was dominant.

 

Lex undid the fly of his slacks and freed his cock, which was already half hard. "I want my slave to prepare me." He reached out and stroked Clark's long hair. "Open, slave," he said, and touched Clark's full lips gently.

 

Clark complied, opening his mouth wide. It made things difficult that he couldn't touch his lover.

 

"Good boy," Lex nodded, and slid inside the wet mouth. "Unnnh," he sighed softly, and plunged both hands into Clark's hair. "Suck me."

 

Clark groaned and began to suck, wrapping his tongue around Lex's cock. The feeling of Lex's hands in his hair only excited him more.

 

"Mmmm. Yes . . . that's good, slave boy. Good." Lex began to tug on Clark's hair, urging his head forward.

 

Clark grunted and hummed, working his tongue feverishly around Lex's cock.

 

"God," Lex moaned as he tightened his grip on Clark's hair. "Good boy . . . but I musn't let you finish me that way." Lex pulled out, his erection quivering, and brushed his thumb against Clark's shiny lips. "I want to come inside my slave boy's tight ass, not his pretty mouth." 

 

Clark whimpered. "Pl-" He stopped before he said a whole word.

 

"Ah!" Lex slapped Clark's muscular thigh. "Don't make me punish my pretty toy, now." He slipped out of his slacks the rest of the way and unbuttoned his soft lavender shirt, but left it on. He reached into a small drawer built into the headboard of the bed, and pulled out a tube of cherry flavored lube. 

 

Clark's eyes were locked on Lex's body, straining against the leather. He didn't know how much longer he could remain silent.

 

Lex spread some lube out over his fingers and then dipped his hand low, slim fingers working into Clark's tight heat. "Don't come," he ordered gently. 

 

Clark whimpered softly, arching into Lex's touch. It was unbearable ...

 

"You're so beautiful, my slave boy. If you please me, I'll make you mine. But I'll have to cut your hair . . . " Lex sucked some leftover lube off his fingers, and then leaned down to kiss Clark, letting him taste it.

 

Clark leaned into the kiss, eagerly sucking on Lex's lips.

 

Lex pulled back with a sharp, shiny grin. "Just a taste . . . " He slid forward and the head of his erection nudged Clark's entrance before slipping in. "Ah!" Lex yelped softly, and grinned down at Clark before tangling his hands in Clark's dark curls once again. 

 

Clark groaned; this was torture. He leaned his head into Lex's touches, hoping to urge him into him. "Please," he whispered. The instant he realized what he'd done, his eyes went wide and he clamped his mouth shut.

 

Lex gave a sharp tug to the handfuls of hair he held. "Silence, slave! I did not give you permission to speak!" He slapped one lean thigh sharply.

 

Clark whimpered and lowered his eyes submissively.

 

Lex settled himself and, to punish Clark further, entered him hard with one swift buck of his lean hips.

 

Clark cried out, trying to keep control of his body. It took everything in his power not to come on the spot.

 

Lex grinned down at him and then yanked on his hair roughly again as he began to rhythmically buck his hips. "Pretty boy . . . my pretty slave . . . "

 

Clark felt himself jerking against the restraints, trying to keep from coming. It wasn't easy, and Lex thrusting into him and yanking on his hair wasn't helping matters. He could feel his orgasm building, starting at his toes ...

 

Lex increased the rhythm of his strokes until he could no longer hold back, and then changed the angle of his stroke. He ground into Clark's prostate full on, bearing down as he pulled Clark's head up, arching over them, going nose to nose with him, panting. "Come," he groaned. "Now." 

 

Clark came on the spot, screaming Lex's name to the ceiling. He came so hard he saw stars.

 

"Fuck! Fuck, Clark!" Lex yelled as he came, yanking hard on Clark's hair as Clark clenched around him. 

 

"Fuck, yes!" Clark yelled, wishing he could wrap his arms around his lover. At this point he didn't care if he got punished. "Fuck, yes, please!"

 

Lex trembled and slumped over, resting his head on Clark's broad chest. He kissed each nipple in turn. "I'll forgive you that," he panted, "but only because you gave me such pleasure, slave boy."

 

Clark gave Lex a silly little smile, keeping his mouth firmly closed.

 

Lex undid the cuffs and pulled Clark into a sitting position. "Now . . . to make my slave boy even prettier." Lex pulled a black leather collar and chain from the velvet bag. "Lift your chin, slave boy."

 

Clark raised his head, his gaze never leaving Lex. He itched to wrap his arms around his lover, but knew that now wasn't the time.

 

Lex affixed the collar and got to his feet. He gave the leash a gentle tug. "Come."

 

Clark stood and made to follow Lex, unsure if he was following the right way.

 

Lex took Clark into the big, well-lit bathroom and sat him down at a cherry-wood vanity table. He glanced around, and then tied the free end of the leash to a ring set into the wall nearby. He pulled it tight, and then opened a drawer to reveal a soft purple silk tie, which he used to lash Clark's hands to the chair behind him.

 

Clark let Lex tie him up, his body still a bit boneless from his orgasm.

 

 "My slave boy is so pretty, but he needs a haircut." Lex took a spray bottle of warm water and a pair of gleaming silver barber's shears from the drawer. 

 

Clark gulped a bit. He'd gotten so used to his hair; flying in his face as he ran, the feel of Lex brushing it and playing with it ...

 

Lex wet Clark's hair and then the scissors began to flash, the hair falling away. As the scissors worked in Lex's left hand, his right hand crept around into Clark's lap, and slim fingers curled around his cock. 

 

Clark bit back a moan and closed his eyes. He was almost scared to see what Lex was doing. He arched off the chair a bit into Lex's fist.

 

"Sit still, slave boy," Lex breathed in Clark's ears, the scissors snipping away. As they snipped, Lex's hand began to move slowly, coaxing Clark's cock back into life. 

 

The sound of the scissors, along with Lex's hot breath and the feel of Lex's hand on his cock was wreaking havoc on his body.

 

The scissors snipped faster, along with Lex's hand. It jerked and tugged and rubbed, and Lex gave a small moan. Finally the scissors clattered to the floor and Lex bent over Clark, biting the juncture of his neck and shoulder hard as his thumb rubbed over the head of Clark's cock and the other fingers twisted around it expertly.

 

Clark arched up into Lex's mouth, coming for the second time. He nearly ripped the silk scarf as he strained to grab a hold of his lover.

 

"Unnhh." Lex groaned as his issue spattered against the back of the chair and Clark's bound hands. 

 

Clark moaned and rubbed his fingers together, enjoying the feel of Lex on him.

 

Lex freed Clark's hands and then freed him of the leash, but kept the collar on him. He ran his hands through Clark's hair, which was shorter, but not brutally so. 

 

"Master?" Clark whispered softly.

 

"Yes, my Loyal One?" 

 

"May I ... May I touch you, Master? Please?" Clark murmured, eyes lowered in submission.

 

Lex rounded the chair and tugged Clark to his feet. "You may . . . but in the shower. Come." He tugged Clark over to the shower and turned it on. He stepped inside, and motioned Clark in as well. "Bathe me," he said softly.

 

Clark stepped into the shower and immediately grabbed the soap, gently washing his lover. He hadn't looked in the mirror, so he didn't see what Lex had done. He felt his hair just barely grazing the tops of his shoulders, and smiled a bit.

 

Lex closed his eyes in bliss. "Mmmm. That's good."

 

Clark gently caressed him lover, cleaning him with care.

 

Lex stroked Clark's head gently and began to chuckle. "Good slave boy," he intoned, and then sighed. "I do love you, Clark."

 

"I love you," Clark whispered, wrapping his arms around Lex.

 

Once Lex was clean, he tugged Clark to his feet and held him. 

 

Clark rested his head on Lex's shoulders. "I like when you're like that," he whispered.

 

"Then I'll be certain to play the master as often as you wish, Clark," he smiled, and then kissed him. "Come on . . . I promised I'd feed you."

 

Clark gave Lex a shy smile. "We can walk to the kitchen naked ... a definite plus from living in the dorms," he said, giving Lex a quick kiss before stepping out of the shower and grabbing his brush.

 

Lex chuckled and stepped out as well. "I was actually thinking of feeding you in the nude as well . . . "

 

"I can go for that," Clark said, standing by the sink and brushing his hair.

 

Lex went into the kitchen and set an assortment of fruits and cheeses onto a plate before carrying them into the bedroom. He stretched out on the bed.

 

Clark wrapped himself around Lex. "I guess my hair needed a good trim," he murmured against Lex's ear.

 

“It did," Lex nodded, and picked up a grape, which he offered to Clark. "And I've been fantasizing about tying you up and cutting it for awhile now."

 

Clark took the grape into his mouth, sucking on Lex's fingers a bit. "Really?" he murmured. "It was hot."

 

Lex's eyes closed at the suction. "You looked so helpless . . . "

 

"I was," Clark murmured. "I wouldn't have broken anything ... I was ... enthralled."

 

Lex popped a cube of cheese into his mouth. "Mmmh. Well . . . I look forward to doing this again."

 

"Me too," Clark murmured, snagging a strawberry.

 

They ate until the plate was empty, and then Lex sighed as he rested his cheek against the flat planes of Clark's belly. 

 

Clark gently caressed Lex's scalp, humming softly.

 

"I feel so safe with you, Clark," Lex said suddenly, and then blushed slightly as he turned his face away.

 

"You are safe with me," Clark murmured, turning Lex's face back to him. 

 

Lex looked up at him. "My whole life, I've had to live looking over my shoulder, wondering who's going to strike out at me next, knowing that my father won't be happy until he's bound me to him with fear for the rest of my days. And then I met you." 

 

Clark hugged Lex tight, rubbing his back soothingly. "I'm here," he said. "I'm never going to leave you ... You're safe."

 

"Promise me," Lex whispered as he closed his eyes.

 

"I promise you," Clark murmured, pulling the covers over the two of them. His hair would be a rats nest in the morning, but he didn't care. "You are safe and loved and I will be with you always."

 

"Love you, Clark," Lex sighed, and nestled close as his eyes fluttered closed. 

 

Clark watched as Lex drifted off to sleep. He rocked Lex gently for a while, before exhaustion finally overtook him and he drifted off too.

 

                                                *           *           *          

 

Lex couldn't keep his eyes off of Clark. His lover sat in the passenger seat of the silver Porsche, his long hair freshly cut but not cut too short, simply trimmed neatly to his shoulders, and it gleamed in the Metropolis sunlight. Lex reached over and gave Clark's knee a squeeze. 

 

Clark gave Lex a soft smile. "The girl was a little ... overenthusiastic," he said. "She flirted too much ... "

 

"She liked you. A great deal," Lex smiled.

 

"I know," Clark said. "And she couldn't take a hint." He reached a hand over to Lex's thigh and gave it a playful squeeze.

 

Lex yelped and gently slapped the hand away. Clark, of course, knew he was incredibly ticklish, and could never resist. 

 

Clark gave Lex a small smile and a kiss to the cheek. "So, do you like my hair? That damn girl could stop gushing ... "

 

"It looks wonderful. She did a good job, despite her flirting."

 

Clark gave Lex a shy smile. "I like it," he murmured. "It's long enough that you can still ... play ... "

 

"Play, hmm?" Lex smiled. 

 

Clark blushed and nodded. "But maybe ... I can play when we get home?"

 

"What do you have in mind?"

 

"You in those leather restraints from last night ... and ... we'll see what happens," Clark said with a wink. He already had a plan in mind, but wanted to surprise his lover.

 

Lex's eyes widened and he cleared his throat as his cock gave a very eager twitch. “Really . . . "

 

Clark smiled and nodded, leaning over and nibbling on Lex's ear. "Better get home so we can play," he murmured, his breath hot on Lex's ear.

 

Lex gasped and hit the gas. Ten minutes later they were home in the spacious apartment they shared.

 

"Come on," Clark murmured, pulling Lex towards the bedroom.

 

Lex allowed himself to be pulled along as he grinned at his lover. "Why Mr. Kent, you're so forceful!"

 

Clark gave Lex a kiss. Once in their bedroom he nudged Lex to the bed. "Now, I want you to strip and restrain yourself as best as possible ... I'll help you finish when I come back," he said, kissing Lex hard.

 

Lex nodded. "All right." He went about stripping, and then wrapped the cuffs around his wrists as he sat down on the bed.

 

Clark watched for a brief second before wandering to the kitchen to fix his supplies. He filled a bowl with ice and grabbed the chocolate sauce out of the fridge and made his way back to the bedroom.

 

Lex stretched out on the bed when he heard Clark's footsteps. 

 

"Good boy," Clark purred as he entered the bedroom. He set the ice and chocolate sauce on the nightstand and finished restraining Lex. "Now ... I remember you telling me that Luthors never beg ... I'm going to test that theory," he murmured.

 

Lex lifted his chin. "Test all you like. We never do."

 

"We're going to test that," Clark said. He stripped down and straddled Lex's hips. "Now ... what first? The ice or the chocolate?"

 

Lex smiled. "The chocolate. But I'll never beg!"

 

Clark smiled and grabbed the chocolate sauce. He dribbled a bit onto Lex's right nipple.

 

“Oh!" Lex's eyes widened and then he bit his lower lip to quell a moan.

 

Clark smiled, leaned down and began to lick and suck at the chocolate covering Lex's nipple.

 

"Nnnnh!" Lex closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

 

"Tastes good," Clark murmured, grabbing the sauce and covering Lex's left nipple.

 

Lex tried hard not to tremble and opened his eyes again. "I'm still not begging," he reminded Clark.

 

"I know," Clark said. "And we're just getting started." He continued to suck and lick at Lex's left nipple. He reached around and grabbed an ice cube, running it over Lex's right nipple as he continued to suck on the left.

 

"Clark!" Lex gasped, and his head began to roll back and forth across the pillow. "God . . . "

 

"Mmmmm," Clark murmured. "I'm having fun." He rolled Lex's hard nipples between his fingers, moving the ice from one nipple to the other.

 

Lex gritted his teeth as his cock grew to nudge Clark's belly hard. "Oh . . . " he moaned. 

 

"Now," Clark said as the ice melted around Lex's nipples. "What next?" As he contemplated the situation, he continued to rub and tweak Lex's nipples. "Maybe ... " He leaned over and began to gently brush his hair across Lex's nipples.

 

Lex's back arched and he gasped laughter. "No . . . Clark please, you know what that . . . oh God . . . "

 

Clark gave Lex a mischievous grin. "Oh I know," he said, twirling his hair across one nipple as he sucked on the other.

 

Lex tried not to rub himself against Clark's thigh as he started to pant. 

 

Clark just smiled, enjoying this time with his lover. He rested his head on Lex's chest, allowing his hair to brush Lex's nipples ever so gently.

 

Lex bit his lip hard as the sensitive nubs stiffened even further.

 

"Still no begging?" Clark mused. "Hmmm ... I'll have to try harder."

 

"Think you can break me?" Lex grinned and tugged on the restraints. "Do your worst, you evil space alien!" 

 

Clark gave Lex a delightfully devilish grin, bent down and began to nibble on Lex's nipples ... his hair brushing over Lex's chest.

 

Lex's back arched hard; the nibbles over the tips of his nipples were more than he could take. He lifted his head slightly to watch Clark's tongue and teeth scrape and flick over the hard flesh. "Oh . . . oh . . . "

 

Clark continued on his path of destruction, his hands playing on Lex's ass as he continued to torment his lover with his teeth and tongue.

 

Lex let his thighs fall open and in that moment, he knew he was bested. "Clark . . . " he moaned. "Oh God, please!"

 

Clark lifted his head. "Please?" he asked. "Please what?"

 

Lex's blue-gray eyes burned. "Please, fuck me!"

 

"Fuck you? Are you begging?" Clark murmured, flicking Lex's nipple with his tongue.

 

"Yes! Yes, you win! Please . . . you win, now fuck me!"

 

"We both win," Clark whispered. He reached for the lube and poured a generous amount onto his cock, pressing slowly into Lex.

 

Lex spread his thighs wider, offering himself up like he never had for anyone before. "Yes . . . yes Clark . . . "

 

Clark smiled and continued until he was deep inside his lover. He leaned down and went back to sucking Lex's nipples as he began to thrust.

 

Lex moaned as his own pulse began to slam in his ears. "Clark, Clark, Clark . . . " he whispered with each thud of his pulse, and wrapped his lean legs around Clark's waist.

 

Clark moaned and began to thrust harder, licking and sucking at Lex's nipples. "Love," he whispered, trailing a hand down to Lex's cock.

 

Lex arched up, seeking Clark's touch. "Yes . . . God, yes . . . take me, Clark . . . "

 

Clark groaned, stroking Lex's cock in tandem with his thrusts.

 

"Yes yes yes . . . . unnnnnhhhhhhh . . . . " Lex tightened his hold on Clark's waist. "Oh God . . . . " His bound hands closed tightly and then sprung open as his body coiled hard, and then released in a powerful orgasm.

 

Clark felt Lex clamp down around him and came, biting Lex's nipple so hard he tasted blood.

 

Lex shrieked at the rough bite, but he spasmed again and closed around Clark hard a second time.

 

Clark groaned and continued to orgasm, his body shaking and shivering.

 

Lex finally slumped back, shivering and trembling as he came down from the high. 

 

Clark caressed Lex gently, licking softly at Lex's wounded nipple. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

 

"It's . . . all right . . . I'll heal quickly. Won't hurt for long." Lex sighed and tugged at the cuffs. 

 

"Want me to let you go?" Clark murmured, sliding carefully out of his lover.

 

"Please," Lex nodded. 

 

Clark gave Lex a gentle kiss as he undid the restraints and gently began to massage Lex's limbs.

 

"Ohhhh." Lex chuckled weakly. "You, my lad, have done the impossible. You made a Luthor beg. Well done."

 

Clark gave Lex a little blush. "Are you sure you're okay?" Clark asked, gently touching the bruised nipple.

 

"Oh, I've endured much worse. I'm fine Clark, really. I like it a bit rough now and then. Please don't worry."

 

Clark nodded and continued to massage Lex's limbs. "Feeling good?"

 

“Mmmm. Wonderful, baby. Thank you."

 

"Thank you," Clark murmured. "That was ... perfect ... amazing ... "

 

Lex grinned widely. "It was," he said. 

 

"We'll have to try that again," Clark said, curling up against Lex and resting his head on Lex's chest.

 

“Indeed, Mr. Kent." Lex reached down and cupped Clark's chin. "Of course . . . next time, I get to find out exactly what it takes to make you beg."

 

Clark moaned a little. "That ... sounds spectacular," he mumbled.

 

Lex chuckled. "Oh, it will be." He lowered his head and kissed Clark's lips gently. "Sweet dreams, Clark."

 

"You too," Clark murmured, his eyes drifting closed.

 

Sleep claimed both of them quickly and they slept peacefully, wrapped in each others’ arms.