The Silver Stud

by a campbell

Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, PWP, NC-17

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Clark broke the kiss, pulled back in confusion.

"What is it?" Lex’s reaction was a drowsy murmur as his eyes drifted reluctantly open. He tugged at Clark’s wrist in an effort to draw him in again. "Don’t stop."

Clark leaned close for another kiss, his tongue probed, and Lex groaned. Clark felt him sag in his arms. He drew back again with a frown.

"Something’s weird. Open your mouth."

If he was surprised at Clark’s command, Lex didn’t show it. Obediently, he opened up. Clark squinted and gazed inside, eyes widening.

"Let me see that," he demanded. He reached in with a fingertip to flatten the surface, and Lex gagged a little, coughed and batted his hand gently away.

Clark stepped back. "I’m not imagining it, Lex. You have a hole in your tongue!" Clark’s own tongue, exploring more deeply than usual, had detected with super-senses the dip on the surface of Lex’s.

Lex snorted with warm, drowsy laughter as he bent to retrieve his shirt from the floor. "So? What of it?"

Clark wasn’t sure why he felt so betrayed, or at least miffed, as though Lex had deliberately kept an important secret from him. He turned to look out the study window at the burnished autumn afternoon. Zinnias, coleus and chrysanthemums bloomed in the manor garden, colorful leaves drifted down to the lawn, and going back to school was the last thing he felt like doing. Lex was working at home today, or at least he had been, till Clark sped over for a quick Lex-fix on his lunch break. "So?" he challenged. "What’s the deal?"

Lex was still chuckling. "Just a relic of my wild youth. And two holes, not one."

Clark snorted. "Like you’re that old." He paused as his eyes widened. "Two?"

Lex narrowed his eyes. And nodded, so slightly that Clark almost thought he had imagined it.

"No kidding." Still unconvinced, he pried Lex’s mouth open with one gentle finger and peered in again. “You’re not kidding.” Clark laughed once more, bemused, and gave him a quick hug.

Lex shrugged, sliding from Clark’s embrace to stroll over to the drink cart. "I had it done when I was a teenager." He shot Clark a look that seemed almost challenging, lifted a crystal glass to his lips and drank.

Wow. Even if Clark hadn’t had an invulnerable tongue, his dad would never have allowed that. But he knew that even if Lionel had forbidden it, that would have been all the more reason for Lex to assert himself. "“And they haven't hasn’t closed up since then?"

"No."

"Even as fast as you heal?" Clark was no dumbbell.

Lex shook his head, and the warmth of his gaze was almost palpable to Clark. "Is there a problem?"

"No," Clark said again with hesitation as he fastened the top button on his jeans. He wasn’t sure why, or how, but Lex seemed to be coaxing him on. To talk more, ask more, wonder...

"Then why all the questions?" His voice was like silk and made Clark tremble as he moved closer again and reached out, let one finger trail from Clark’s waist up his ribcage and up to his lips.

"I don’t know." Clark noted the rush of blood speeding to at least two specific parts of his body: his cheeks and his cock. But if Lex noticed anything (and Lex always noticed everything, Clark knew he did) he was cool enough not to mention it. He just leaned in for another kiss, long and slow, and Clark, head spinning, forgot what he was going to say next.

As Lex released him he seemed all at once to take pity on Clark’s curiosity. "Well, Clark, I wear studs a couple of times a week just to keep them open."

"When?" Clark demanded. "I’ve never noticed you—"

"Mostly at night."

Clark’s jaw clenched at the admission. For one thing, it reminded him that he had yet to spend an entire night with Lex. For another… "But why?"

"It gives me…options."

"Options?" What kind of options? Clark wasn’t quite sure why, but his cock jumped just a little at that. Just before the lurking wave of jealousy slammed into him full force. He’d read a snatch here and there about tongue jewelry and some of its…functions, but he hadn’t really thought...

And, how come he hadn’t ever been the beneficiary of this…feature, and its accompanying equipment? He tried for a suitably pouty expression as he glanced back at Lex. Lex just couldn’t resist it when he sulked.

He could see it hit home. Lex’s eyes simmered with appreciation as he swallowed, throat tight, and licked his lips. "It doesn’t mean anything," he demurred with a light shrug, as though he didn’t really mean it. "Not for us."

Doesn’t mean anything? Clark’s first impulse was to fly off the handle, pitch a tantrum or at least a pout, but he wisely decided to hold himself in check. He’d forgive Lex for now, if only to find out more. "So, you still have some of the …um…do you—"

"Several," said Lex, drawing closer, so close that Clark could feel warm breath on his neck as he spoke. "In a variety of styles. Skulls. Barbells. Studs."

"Oh. Uh…" Clark caught his breath, mind and imagination reeling. This was getting more interesting by the minute.

Lex seemed to understand, and flashed him a seductive grin. "Come back when school’s out and you’ve done your chores. Maybe I’ll demonstrate."

**

Clark spent the last hour of the school day in the library at one of the internet terminals, still annoyed and on edge for some mysterious reason. And impatient to get back to the manor and find out more about that tantalizing bit of adornment and Lex’s teasing promise of that morning.

There was so much he didn’t know about Lex. Why should this be any big deal?

Why should the idea of Lex having a pierced tongue intrigue him so much? So much so that he hadn’t been able to concentrate on any of his classes all day.

It wasn’t the fact that Lex was keeping secrets from him. Hell, they both kept plenty of secrets from each other constantly and they both knew it.

Maybe it was that this was a reminder that Lex had a sex life apart from Clark, before Clark and perhaps still going on, and Clark hated acknowledging that. Reminder? More like a slap in the face, he fumed. Because he loved Lex so much, and he just couldn’t deal very well emotionally with the thought of sharing him with anyone else. Even if his body did seem to find the idea sort of…hot.

Clark’s body and mind didn’t always work together.

Or maybe it was everything he was reading this afternoon.

He spent study hall clicking on one link after another, reading with eagerness every site he could find on tongue piercing and looking periodically and uneasily over his shoulder to make sure no one was rubbernecking. The sites (and he knew all about how internet sites varied in reputability, accuracy and authority: he’d been well trained by Mrs. Price, the school librarian), said that tongue piercing was typically done without anesthetic. (ouch!) and that it took four to six weeks to heal. That you could get an infection if you didn’t take care of it properly. He had no doubt Lex took proper care of his piercing, or, if he didn’t, one of his fancy doctors could give him a cure for any infection that would work immediately.

And, maybe the most intriguing tidbit, they said that a stud placed further back on the tongue could enhance fellatio.

Huh. Clark stopped reading, reread, looked up from the screen and stared into space. And typed in: dictionary.com

When the screen came up, warm blood coursed up his neck and jaw and into his cheeks.

“Oral stimulation of the penis.” Oh, um. Blow jobs. Thanks to Lex, Clark knew all about those, even if he couldn’t read Latin.

Fellatio. Hmm. He imagined Lex’s dusky voice, whispering that word into his ear, and his cock twitched. He could imagine Lex using Latin that way. A blow job by any other name might be as good. Wonder who figured that out?

Enhance it. That was kind of vague. And Clark wondered if that could really be true. Lex gave such good head already. Devoted himself as fully to the task as he did to trying to find out why Clark had so much weirdness constantly surrounding him. How could just a little piece of metal make an already-perfect blow job even better? But still…

Maybe it could. Maybe it wouldn’t. But it made him really want to find out. Maybe he would. Maybe this evening. Maybe that was what Lex had meant when he’d said…it had almost sounded like a promise.

Before the bell rang for his next class, Clark wound up blundering onto a lot of sites that didn’t talk much about studs but instead concentrated on describing how to give a really great blow job, and, as he scanned, he figured Lex must have read them all.

Blood pounding in his cheeks, Clark shifted in his seat. He’d better stop reading, now.

**

And, wow. He swallowed hard as he stepped in the study door at 5 p.m. with the October sun dipping in the west and Lex turning to greet him.

Lex wore black leather pants (tight), a leather jacket, a thin silver chain. Thin and elegant, not too extreme. And makeup. Not too much, but a little eyeliner and just a touch of pale lipgloss.

"Glad to see you came back, Clark."

If he said, "Wild horses couldn’t have kept me away," he’d have sounded way too much like his dad, and Jonathan was the last person he wanted to be thinking about right now. "I had to come. I—" He looked up, then down, Lex’s black-clad body. "Club clothes?" he asked breathlessly. They already had a date scheduled to go clubbing together. So what if it wasn’t till the day after his 21st birthday?

There was a long time still to wait for that. Could it be a Hallowe’en costume? was Clark’s distracted thought. But no, he didn’t think Lex did Hallowe’en, at least not the way other people did.

A slow nod and that cool, half-lidded gaze that Clark loved. "Thought I’d do it up right for you. Since they still fit." Lex glided a palm over his chest, ran both hands down and over his hips, held Clark’s gaze as he pursed his lips into a kiss.

Clark grinned in response, coasting a palm slowly over his own crotch. He’d even zipped home after school and dressed up a little himself for the occasion: khakis and a nice burgundy dress shirt instead of flannel and denim, not knowing at the time about the extreme fashion scheme Lex was planning to surprise him with. We really clash, thought Clark, suppressing a nervous chuckle. Oh, well.

Throat dry, he swallowed hard. Okay, he was so hard already that it hurt, and Lex hadn’t even touched him yet.

Lex noticed this time and turned around with fluid grace. "Like it?" He aimed an obvious glance at Clark’s fly, and grinned as though he already knew the answer.

Clark nodded dumbly. It was safer than speaking right now.

Lex was always hard to read. That was part of his appeal. But tonight he seemed dark, mysterious, and kind of exotic in the leather and with the makeup. Really mature and almost sinister. Clark wasn’t quite sure, but, yeah, he thought he liked it.

He stepped closer, breathing in quick pants, and lowered his voice to say, insistent, almost plaintive. "Damn, Lex, what are you trying to do to me?"

"Drive you wild," That voice, a low murmur.

Clark took a deep breath and tried to steady himself. "Well, it might be working."

"We’ll see." Lex moved in, leaned close, opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, as delicately as anyone could. Clark swallowed, and stared.

And there was the knob, silver and just a little back past the center of Lex’s tongue, and, God, Clark wouldn’t have thought it could be possible for his cock to get any harder, but it did.

Clark raised his hands, trembling palms clasping both sides of Lex’s head, holding him steady. God, he’d waited all day for this. He leaned in to kiss, felt Lex’s lips part under his. Leather-clad arms wrapped around him as Lex pressed in tight and, so quickly that Clark nearly gasped with surprise before steadying himself. Clark’s palms grasped Lex’s slim body, drawing him even closer.

And, yeah! Clark could feel the stud far back on Lex’s tongue with the tip of his own, then sliding, tickling, under his own tongue.. That, combined with the intense pressure of Lex’s leather-clad cock against his own khaki-sheathed hardness was…well, wow.

"Shall we take this upstairs?" Lex’s caressing hands were coasting all over his body, “Or do you want it here?”

"Uh…I…"

"We’ll stay here." Lex declared firmly, shoving him back against the wall.

**

Clark leaned back and closed his eyes as Lex slithered down his body, taking Clark’s zipper in his teeth, dragging it down. He grasped Clark’s thighs to steady himself and smiled up at him, and Clark smiled back a little uneasily.

Clark’s panting accelerated to a steady pace. Lex’s questing hands reached to draw aside the fabric of his fly and free the cock that was already tenting his damp boxers. Clark felt cool fingers curling around rigid flesh and stroking once, twice, coaxing more fluid from the tip, and he moaned, slitting his eyes just wide enough to see Lex touching his tongue to the slit, then bending to suck on the head, flushed with blood.

And Clark could feel that impudent stud on his cock, now, right where it counted. He threw back his head and just quit thinking, concentrating instead on savoring the welcome sensations. When Lex increased the strength and pressure of his sucking and the small knob of silver tapped on that sensitive part under the head where the foreskin attached, Clark couldn’t help it: he gave a yelp and sank his teeth into his bottom lip. He grabbed at the air to keep from crushing Lex’s scalp and came so hard it almost scared him. Then there were the aftershocks, so intense he came about as close as he imagined he could to passing out. And sank down the wall to the floor.

**

"Clark, hey. Come on."

Clark opened his bleary eyes to find Lex grinning coolly down at him. He struggled to sit up, a little embarrassed.

"You had me worried there for a minute. So, what’s the verdict? Better with, or without?"

"Lex," he gasped, “I don’t think you should wear that thing again. It’s dangerous!”

"Dangerous and delicious,”"Lex said with a satisfied, drowsy grin, licking white droplets from the corner of his mouth with a catlike swipe of his tongue.

Clark shoved a trembling palm through his sweat-slicked hair. "Or, maybe you should wear it all the time," he laughed. He felt a little too weak to get to his feet yet.

Lex just grinned down at him. "How about we save it for special occasions," he said evenly, extending a hand.

"How special?" Clark grabbed the hand and let Lex pull him to his feet. Super strength or not, he needed the help right now.

Lex considered for a long moment. "Maybe…weekends? Your birthday? My birthday? The anniversary of the bridge accident, which, by the way, is coming up next week?"

"Okay," Clark responded with a faint smile. He gathered Lex in his arms, and they shared another kiss, calmer, now, but just as good. "Can I spend the night? Please?"

Lex reached up to lay a finger on his lips, leaning a little closer. Clark licked at it and chuckled.

Lex nodded. "You think that was good," he remarked. "Just wait."

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