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attaccabottoni asked for:
Like the next time Clark and Lex had sex (where Lex remembers this time) after "Devil's Deal", assuming they didn't just do it on Martha Kent's couch and within earshot of Conner?
And so I reread some of Devil's Deal, and thought, "Gee, that is some mighty uncomplicated first time Clark had with soulless!Lex." And this is what came of it, a look at what their second first time, now with soul, might be like.
Title: Five First Times They Never Had
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairing: Clex
Timeline: post Devil's Deal, which means futurefic
Summary: First times don't tend to be perfect.
1.
It's everything sex never quite was with anyone else. At first it's curious, gentle, shivering with wonder, with reverence. And then the joy breaks through, and they laugh at the way they celebrate this deed like churchgoers: their bodies are not sanctuaries, and they have tread on them, spit on them before, defiled each other with words. And for a moment remembered anger fuels the touches, sharpens the laughter, and there are teeth and nails and blunt fingers pressing into human flesh. Held breaths turn into gasps of release as the fury of their history breaks the dams.
And then there's just honesty. No doubt, no jealousy, no bitterness, no words with which to lie, no words necessary. Their deeds have always been true.
2.
It's a bit of a letdown. Afterwards they lie in moderately damp sheets and when the stupor clears, sooner for Clark than for Lex, there is some thoughtful silence.
"So, tell me," Lex says, cruel and demanding and insatiably curious as ever, "was it better the other time?"
And Clark considers the lie, but turns his head on the pillow and shrugs. "Yeah. This was a bit... anti-climatic."
Lex stares at him for a long moment, and then he laughs, a soft snort, at the pun. The simple truth dissolves all his doubts and fears, and with bone-tired happiness, he rests his head on Clark's bare chest.
"But I think I like the moment after better this time," Clark murmurs, and they inhale, exhale, together, in love.
3.
It's what happens if you're far too old and too world-wise for first times. After everything they've seen and done, the simple things don't seem adequate. Maybe they've fought for too long, but they can't stop trying to impress each other. And there's the old devil insecurity, the perceived disparity between them: Clark is aware of his lack of experience, Lex knows fully well his humanity.
First there's seduction, a stilted, formal game in which of them tries to one-up the other in romantic, daring gestures. But the truth is, nothing can quite live up to what they've already done for each other in real life, so instead of romantic, their gifts and gestures are merely eccentric. And the sex is just the same.
When they get to the part where Clark is in full costume, and Lex is in handcuffs, and their kiss tastes of blood and delicacies, and their words are all performance, a rooftop dialogue, it's Clark who breaks into helpless laughter.
"I'm sorry," he gasps, "I can't do this."
"Oh thank God," Lex sighs.
4.
It's embarrassing the way only first times can be. They have a date. Both know what will happen. Both don't talk about it. Lex is silently comparing every gesture and word with their other first time, the one he doesn't remember, the one Clark hasn't told him much about. Clark is tongue-tied by fear, fear that it will repeat itself, and end with the fatal words, the final denial.
They don't fumble, but even though their hands are steady, their hearts are shaking, their mouths are dry. They get into each other's way, suddenly graceless and earth-bound. Their excitement crests and crashes too soon, arousal faltering into nerves.
Clark buries his face at Lex shoulder, cowardly wishing there were worlds to save. "It was a really stupid idea to wait this long, wasn't it?"
"Our expectations have risen very high," Lex says neutrally, wishing they'd get into an argument, because they're in safe and secure territory on the battlefield.
"I wish I could get drunk," Clark mutters. "Why don't I ever get to take the easy way out?"
Lex can only scoff at Clark's self-pity.
So they get into an argument.
5.
It's something to get over with. They don't bother with a date. The morning after their return from hell, when they wake in Clark's old room and hesitate to touch each other, Lex just says, "Let's meet at my place tonight."
They meet there, they have dinner, and then Lex asks Clark about their first time, so Clark tells him the story, the full report. When he's done, Lex grasps his face and pulls him close to kiss him. At least their bodies take over from there on. They migrate to the bedroom. Neither of them ever stops thinking, even during sex; they're both too wary, to afraid to hurt or be hurt. But sex is like alcohol, and for a while, it makes their minds grow quieter.
Racing minds and racing bodies they finish, and lie together in the dark, their muscles relaxing, their limbs entwined. They breathe freedom. Now the inevitable part is done. Now there is time to explore, time for surprises.
attaccabottoni asked for:Like the next time Clark and Lex had sex (where Lex remembers this time) after "Devil's Deal", assuming they didn't just do it on Martha Kent's couch and within earshot of Conner?
And so I reread some of Devil's Deal, and thought, "Gee, that is some mighty uncomplicated first time Clark had with soulless!Lex." And this is what came of it, a look at what their second first time, now with soul, might be like.
Title: Five First Times They Never Had
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairing: Clex
Timeline: post Devil's Deal, which means futurefic
Summary: First times don't tend to be perfect.
1.
It's everything sex never quite was with anyone else. At first it's curious, gentle, shivering with wonder, with reverence. And then the joy breaks through, and they laugh at the way they celebrate this deed like churchgoers: their bodies are not sanctuaries, and they have tread on them, spit on them before, defiled each other with words. And for a moment remembered anger fuels the touches, sharpens the laughter, and there are teeth and nails and blunt fingers pressing into human flesh. Held breaths turn into gasps of release as the fury of their history breaks the dams.
And then there's just honesty. No doubt, no jealousy, no bitterness, no words with which to lie, no words necessary. Their deeds have always been true.
2.
It's a bit of a letdown. Afterwards they lie in moderately damp sheets and when the stupor clears, sooner for Clark than for Lex, there is some thoughtful silence.
"So, tell me," Lex says, cruel and demanding and insatiably curious as ever, "was it better the other time?"
And Clark considers the lie, but turns his head on the pillow and shrugs. "Yeah. This was a bit... anti-climatic."
Lex stares at him for a long moment, and then he laughs, a soft snort, at the pun. The simple truth dissolves all his doubts and fears, and with bone-tired happiness, he rests his head on Clark's bare chest.
"But I think I like the moment after better this time," Clark murmurs, and they inhale, exhale, together, in love.
3.
It's what happens if you're far too old and too world-wise for first times. After everything they've seen and done, the simple things don't seem adequate. Maybe they've fought for too long, but they can't stop trying to impress each other. And there's the old devil insecurity, the perceived disparity between them: Clark is aware of his lack of experience, Lex knows fully well his humanity.
First there's seduction, a stilted, formal game in which of them tries to one-up the other in romantic, daring gestures. But the truth is, nothing can quite live up to what they've already done for each other in real life, so instead of romantic, their gifts and gestures are merely eccentric. And the sex is just the same.
When they get to the part where Clark is in full costume, and Lex is in handcuffs, and their kiss tastes of blood and delicacies, and their words are all performance, a rooftop dialogue, it's Clark who breaks into helpless laughter.
"I'm sorry," he gasps, "I can't do this."
"Oh thank God," Lex sighs.
4.
It's embarrassing the way only first times can be. They have a date. Both know what will happen. Both don't talk about it. Lex is silently comparing every gesture and word with their other first time, the one he doesn't remember, the one Clark hasn't told him much about. Clark is tongue-tied by fear, fear that it will repeat itself, and end with the fatal words, the final denial.
They don't fumble, but even though their hands are steady, their hearts are shaking, their mouths are dry. They get into each other's way, suddenly graceless and earth-bound. Their excitement crests and crashes too soon, arousal faltering into nerves.
Clark buries his face at Lex shoulder, cowardly wishing there were worlds to save. "It was a really stupid idea to wait this long, wasn't it?"
"Our expectations have risen very high," Lex says neutrally, wishing they'd get into an argument, because they're in safe and secure territory on the battlefield.
"I wish I could get drunk," Clark mutters. "Why don't I ever get to take the easy way out?"
Lex can only scoff at Clark's self-pity.
So they get into an argument.
5.
It's something to get over with. They don't bother with a date. The morning after their return from hell, when they wake in Clark's old room and hesitate to touch each other, Lex just says, "Let's meet at my place tonight."
They meet there, they have dinner, and then Lex asks Clark about their first time, so Clark tells him the story, the full report. When he's done, Lex grasps his face and pulls him close to kiss him. At least their bodies take over from there on. They migrate to the bedroom. Neither of them ever stops thinking, even during sex; they're both too wary, to afraid to hurt or be hurt. But sex is like alcohol, and for a while, it makes their minds grow quieter.
Racing minds and racing bodies they finish, and lie together in the dark, their muscles relaxing, their limbs entwined. They breathe freedom. Now the inevitable part is done. Now there is time to explore, time for surprises.
