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MELT
Clark's hands are cold, and Lex shivers when they close on his hips.
The ceiling fan sends another slide of hot air rolling sluggishly over Lex's skin, but it's Clark's breath on the back of his neck making him sweat. It's prickling under his eyes and on his upper lip and he shifts into every press of Clark's palms, long, blunt fingers leaving cool stripes everywhere they touch.
Another heavy ripple of dry heat through the air and Clark's hands are wet now, sliding up to cup Lex's shoulders in skin and ice. Cold water forces breath from Lex's lungs as it spills down over his torso, cutting streams of chilled flesh through the pink flush of heated skin.
Clark traces the tracks with his fingers, smooth pads skating down over Lex's chest, drawing tiny circles on his belly. Then Clark's chest is warm and solid against his back and he brings Lex's head back against his shoulder with a cool brush of knuckles against his cheek. Warm skin everywhere but those hands, drawing gooseflesh and shivers from Lex's skin and he's surprised there's no hissing sound when Clark flattens his palm low on Lex's belly and lets the ice melt there. Ice water trickles down over his hips and between his legs where he's hottest, and it makes him gasp, as he leans - no, falls, back against Clark.
He shivers hard when a wet thumb strokes the hollow at the base of his skull, and his whole body jerks when Clark follows that with a hot lick of breath.
"Get on the bed."
The covers on the hotel bed are rough and unmade, but Lex crawls forward anyway. He can sense Clark behind him, echoing his movements, a shadow he can feel.
"Lay down for me."
The bed dips on either side of Lex as Clark settles over his thighs. There's a liquid clanking sound to his right and when he turns his head, he can catch the edge of the silver bucket the champagne came in, resting precariously on the bedside table.
"Don't move."
For a minute there's nothing, and Lex is about to ask if he's supposed to beg. Then-
"Jesus!"
A freezing swipe down his spine; Lex barely has time to register the cold before Clark's mouth is there, licking away the chill from Lex's neck down to the middle of his back. Then there's cold again but it's different this time, Clark blowing softly back up the trail he's made and making Lex bite into the pillow.
More ice, and Lex wants to twitch away from it, except he knows what happens next this time. He wants Clark's mouth. He gets it too, wide and warm on his back, sliding right down to Lex's tailbone and this time Clark lingers there, cool air pulling Lex's skin tight. Other people have hair on their skin, hair that lifts and protects against the cold but Lex doesn't have that. His skin is so sensitized that every flicker of air feels like a stroke, every press of Clark's lips is a promise and a goad and Lex lifts his hips.
"Please, Clark." Because apparently he *is* supposed to beg, and he really isn't above it.
Clark laughs, softly and without malice, and only makes Lex wait a few more breathless, squirming seconds before there's cold back on Lex spine.
Lex starts to protest, because that's not what he wanted but then there's a hand underneath him, tugging him higher and the ice keeps going, up over the rise of Lex's ass and down between his cheeks and Lex is whimpering now, shaking his head against the sweat-damp sheets and bucking his hips back into nothing but air.
"Please."
One more swirl of the ice over his hole, making Lex gasp thick air into his lungs and then Clark's mouth is on him, warm lips and hot tongue and it's scalding, burning after the chill of the ice. It's wet too, but slicker, slower than the spill of water and Clark is such a goddam *tease*.
Then Lex has to wonder if he said that last part out loud, because suddenly Clark is deep. Tongue inside him, breaching him and Lex thinks that the scream he just heard was probably his own. Slick, thick and muscular and it feels so *strong*, fucking him open and Lex is vulnerable in the best way. He's moaning steadily into the pillows now, whining when Clark pulls out and then suddenly he's on his back and Clark's fingers are cold again. Icy fingers, or maybe just ice, teasing at the open wetness of his ass and Lex is going to *die*, right here in a hotel bed, naked like Marilyn Monroe.
Clark's fingers are so cold so cold but it's so *good*, pressing inside where Lex is burning and he arches up, he can't help it, he needs Clark's fingers in his ass and Clark's hand on his cock and he gets both. Clark's cool fingers and his other hand, big fucking hot hand wrapped around his cock and pulling and Lex gives up trying to stay on the bed. His shoulders burn as he moves, the blankets are going to leave marks from the friction but Lex doesn't care, he's too busy trying to keep his eyes open because he needs to see this.
Clark's fingers are gone for a second, and it's unacceptable, but before Lex can do anything about it, Clark is shifting at the bottom of the bed, hauling Lex's legs up over his shoulders and the fingers are back, warmer but still cool against Lex's heated skin. Slicker too, more diffuse but just as good because this is the slickness that promises more. Sliding up inside him so easy, Lex is already so open, so wet. Big fingers, stretching him even more, turning in him like a key and pressing *up* and Lex yells something, could be anything as the room goes black and he's going to come really fucking soon.
"In me, Clark."
He can barely understand his own words but it's enough for Clark, who nods and strokes his free hand shakily over Lex's thigh.
"Okay."
There's pressure, blunt and hard but not enough and Lex feels his spine creaking as he pushes down. Clark makes a hurt-sounding gasp and Lex can't see anything because his eyes won't stay open anymore and Clark thrusts gently once, twice, before he's in as far as Lex can take him, which is all the way.
"God. Lex."
Lex can only moan in reply. Then Clark has one hand anchored firmly on Lex's hip and the other on Lex's cock and he's fucking Lex with long, sweet strokes that Lex feels all the way up his spine. He's moving with every thrust, down onto Clark and then pressed back into the bed again, and the fucking bed's banging against the wall in time with Clark's hips, and Lex is so full, so hard, so close, and then Clark does something. Twists his hips or angles his thrusts, and his hand jacks Lex once more, hard, and Lex is crying out and coming. It's like going blind, like the moment a heatwave hits and Lex is still shuddering and moaning and shaking when Clark slams to a violent halt and stills, his cock pulsing hotly inside Lex as he calls Lex's name like he's dying.
There's a long moment where neither of them can do anything. Talk, think, anything, and Lex needs a few seconds to breath before he can unwind his ankles from around Clark's neck. He winces as Clark lowers his legs to the bed, and hisses when Clark pulls out.
He's really going to feel this in the morning.
The thought makes him sigh as Clark collapses next to him, sticky and sated and warm as he rolls onto Lex's chest.
"Fuck," says Clark, and Lex manages a winded laugh.
"Yeah," he replies. "It really was."
There's another beat of silence, and then-
"You know, when you told Gabe you were going away to a conference discussing Resources and Productivity, I don't think this is what he imagined."
Lex snorts, one hand buried in Clark's sweaty hair. "I should fucking hope not."
Clark grins against his chest, and then pushes up onto his elbows. "We spilled the bucket," he says, sounding almost worried as he peers over his shoulder onto the floor by the bed.
"Well, if you will insist on trying to fuck us into the next room."
Clark turns to face him again, and grins. "Heh."
Lex laughs, and pulls Clark back down to his chest again.
There's no one in the rooms either side of them. Lex paid a lot to make sure of that.
They can damn well clean up the mess after he and Clark leave.
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