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. Story, such as it is, copyright Karen Colohan, December 2002.
Author's notes - This is a sequel to my Slash Advent story "Deck the Halls" and was itself written for Isilya's SnuggleFic challenge. Thanks as always to Barbara for betaing.
It was quiet. Christmas Day was drawing to a close, and an air of sleepy contentment surrounded Clark as the minutes slowly ticked away. He was comfortably ensconced on the couch in Lex's office, head pillowed on the arm and his long legs stretched out across the cushions.
He wasn't alone. Lex was lying on the couch with Clark, half on top of him, his head resting on Clark's chest. Once Lex had settled, Clark had slipped an arm around his waist, holding him in place. Clark had never had Lex down as a cuddler and he wasn't taking any chances on Lex trying to slip away from him. With his free hand, Clark gently cupped the back of Lex's head, broad fingers softly stroking the smooth skin.
Whatever Clark had expected to be the outcome of his plan to bring a little festive cheer to Lex's mansion, this far exceeded his expectations. He'd known he had feelings for Lex and had hoped his friend returned them, but Clark hadn't thought that taking the next step could be this simple. Only, it had been.
Once Clark had started to kiss Lex it had all been so easy. And now it felt entirely comfortable to be lying here with Lex in his arms, knowing they had a whole night together to look forward to.
Clark wasn't sure how fast they would take things when, eventually, they went upstairs to Lex's bed. He knew he wanted everything Lex was prepared to offer him, he also knew Lex wanted him in return. There had been no doubting that from the moment Clark had pulled Lex against him and felt the hard swell of his cock pressing into his hip.
In the wake of that discovery, Clark had found himself equally aroused, but neither of them seemed to be in any rush to take things further. There was a lazy pleasure to be had in simply sharing the couch together like this, feeling the tingle of arousal along their nerves as they drew out the anticipation.
They had done more than just lie there, though. They'd traded kisses, slow and deep, flavoured by the fine wine Lex had insisted on bringing up from the cellar to toast the season with. While he went in search of the perfect vintage, Lex had instructed Clark to take down the sprig of mistletoe that had brought them together. Laughing, Lex had said he wanted it handy so that he had an excuse to keep on kissing Clark. Now it was perched on the back of the couch, until it was needed again.
In between the kisses, they had also begun to explore each other's body. Driven by curiosity and desire, hands stole underneath clothing to touch warm skin. Again they had taken things slowly, and they were both still dressed, more or less. Though buttons and zippers were mostly undone, allowing them the freedom to continue touching at their leisure.
Clark raised his head, looking across at the Christmas tree in the far corner of the office. The room's lights were switched off, so the tree's outline was lost in shadows. But the strings of coloured bulbs Clark had used to decorate it twinkled in the darkness, reflecting off of strands of tinsel as air currents caused them to move just a little. The tree looked beautiful, Clark thought, even if he was a little biased, having dressed it himself.
Disturbed by the movement, Lex propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Clark. A soft smile curved his lips and Lex looked happier than Clark had seen him in a long while.
With a gentle tug, Clark pulled Lex back towards him again. He captured Lex's mouth for another kiss as soon as he was in reach. Lex's lips parted in response and his tongue snaked out to lick at Clark's mouth lazily. After tracing the outline of Clark's lips, Lex thrust between them, exploring the depths of Clark's mouth all over again.
Clark's eyes drifted shut as Lex renewed his claim, tasting him thoroughly with hot, wet stabs of his tongue. A subtle shift and Lex was lying fully on top of him, his swollen cock rubbing against Clark's own erection in a slow, seductive rhythm. Clark moaned into Lex's mouth, feeling the heat steal along his limbs as he began to rock up to meet Lex's thrusts.
Languor was replaced by urgency and Lex pulled his lips away from Clark's. As his shadowed blue eyes locked with Clark's, Lex was panting softly. Long fingers carded through the disordered strands of Clark's dark hair, tugging carefully.
"Clark..." Lex began.
"Yes." Clark interrupted him before he could go any further.
"You don't know what I was going to ask," Lex said with a rueful smile.
"It doesn't matter, the answer's still yes," Clark insisted. His green eyes stared up at Lex earnestly.
"So, you'll come upstairs with me?"
"You'll spend the night in my bed?"
"You'll let me suck your cock?"
The barest hesitation, then, "Yes."
"And then you'll let me fuck you?"
A soft hitch of breath turned into a moan as Clark replied, "Yes. God, Lex, yes..."
At once Lex's weight lifted off of Clark as he scrambled to his feet. He reached down and grabbed hold of Clark's hand, pulling him up after him.
"You're sure?" Lex's gaze was intent, pinning Clark as they stood in the middle of the office, still hand in hand.
"Yes." Clark looked down at their joined hands, then back up at Lex's face. "I'm not going to change my mind."
Lex appeared oddly vulnerable as he smiled at Clark, his expression softening. "I haven't cared much about Christmas for a long time, Clark," he said quietly.
"And now?" Clark asked.
Lex's eyes took in the brightly lit tree and the other decorations Clark had placed around the room, before coming to rest on Clark himself.
"Now?" Lex replied. "Now I think I could get to like it again."
Clark grinned, looking pleased with himself.
Giving Clark's hand a quick squeeze, Lex began to reel him in. Clark came willingly, drawn by the promise in Lex's eyes.
"Are you coming?" Lex asked, backing towards the door.
Clark blushed, then nodded. If Lex kept looking at him the way he was now, his gaze filled with an unmistakable hunger, then Clark would be coming a lot sooner than either of them intended.
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