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Slex -Lex Luhtor/Slade Wilson. Mostly MAWS version. Mixed DC -Tim/Kon, JonDami,Creature Commandos, Batman/Batfam Shenanigans, Clex. Invincible Misc.Works - Arcane, Devil May Cry, Hazbin.

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Paint Date (Slex fluff)

Yay another cute fluffy Slex fic! Just a little implied sexual content lol

Lex and Slade go on what should be an innocent paint date but Slade always has to put to a dirty spin on things.

If he’d been asked what he’d be doing this Friday night, Slade wouldn’t have been able to give the right answer. Not because he was being cagey about his plans, but because it was just as much an unknown to him. This week, it was Lex’s turn to plan their little date night activity. 

Each week, whosever turn it was to plan their date would alternate. One week would be Lex and the next would be Slade, and so on and so forth. It wasn’t always on a Friday, but it typically did fall during the weekend—if nothing else for pure convenience sake. 

This week it was Lex’s turn to plan and he’d kept it a total secret the whole week. And honestly, with what the secret was? Slade wished it would've stayed hidden from him. 

“I can’t believe you thought this would be a good idea…” Slade mutters, just loud enough for Lex to hear from across the table and give his boyfriend a swift kick to the shin in response. 

“It was my week to pick and I thought this would be fun! I’m not having a bad time and if you’d pull the stick out of your ass, I think you’d have fun too!” Lex muses, the paint brush in his hand dipping back into its water cup before tapping it on the edge to get any excess off before changing colors. 

Here sits Slade Wilson. Ex-military. Ex-mercenary. Current Head of Security for LexCorp. Reduced to nothing more than a man dragged along by his boyfriend into a pottery painting studio on a Friday night….

“I didn’t think you and I had such differing opinions on the definition of fun, Lex.” Slade’s shoulders are slouched and his eye narrowed as he watches Lex happily continue to paint away. 

“Quit being a little bitch about this, Slade. Go pick something to paint! I’m gonna be at least an hour and a half, so you’re either gonna participate or you’re gonna be bored. Your choice.” 

Slade tilts his head back in resignation, his eye clenched shut while his lips form a thin line as he silently accepts his fate. Rising from his chair, Slade weaves in between tables and chairs, trying to dodge the other patrons as best he can given the tight layout of the establishment. 

“We could be out drinking, see a movie, go to a concert, go to a shooting range, go play darts…anything. I’d even take the fucking musesum again over this shit…” He shakes his head as he struggles to find anything lining the shelves that might be the slightest bit interesting to paint. Slade swears under his breath as he stops in his tracks, glaring at a small child who ran out in front of him without looking. Hugging the wall as he searches, Slade is just about to give up when he sees something out of the corner of his eye that catches his attention. 

“Pfft…The fuck are you?” Slalde wonders aloud as he walks closer to a shelf of mismatched pieces. Some from old shipments of seasonal stock they’d gotten in or just the random thing that the owner thought somebody might eventually paint. 

In this case, it’s an older looking piece that Slade knows has to be from an Easter stock. It’s a small rabbit that’s nibbling on a carrot that’s far too big for it and Slade’s mind is too dirty of a place for him not to think of something filthy. 

“Oh…Oh the resemblance is uncanny! Ha! He’s gonna fucking hate this.” Snickering to himself, Slade picks up the little rabbit and heads over to get some paints from the staff working running the paint bar before returning to the table Lex is still toiling away at. The small rabbit tucked just out of sight from Lex when he sits down. 

“Did you pick something out or are you still pouting?” Lex doesn’t look up from the robot he’s meticulously painting as he asks. 

“Oh don’t you worry, I found something that’s gonna keep me entertained." 

“Really?” Lex lifts his head in surprise and leans over to try and see what it is. 

“Ah! Hey! It’s a…surpise! I don’t want you to see it until I’m finished with it.” Slade fibs as he covers the object with his arm, just barely blocking Lex’s view in time. 

“Oh…well alright then! I’m glad you’re finally getting into the spirit of things. Remember to do three good coats or it’ll come out splochy.” 

“Heh…I intended to make this little guy a fucking masterpiece, Lex. You’re gonna be speechless when I’m done with it.” 

Lex smiles brightly at Slade, relieved that the gruff man might actually be coming around to the date idea. Leaving his boyfriend to his painting, Lex stands up to go grab more paint for himself, making sure to avoid looking at whatever it is Slade picked out so as to not ruin the surprise.

Slade watches Lex walk away before he starts painting. The rabbit has a fluff of hair on top of its head that was just messy and disheveled looking enough that it almost perfectly mirrored Lex’s own hairstyle. And luck would have it that the studio had just the perfect color of paint to match Slade’s inspiration. 

Lex returns with more paint in hand, his eyes wide with excitement as he sees how immersed in painting Slade looks. His boyfriend’s tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he’s focused on his piece. 

“You look so honed in, Slade. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re actually enjoying yourself.” Lex teases as he picks up his paintbrush again. 

“What can I say? I found a piece that…spoke to me is all.” Slade has to bite back a chuckle as he looks down at the rabbit that reminds him of someone very, very close to him. 

The night goes on, Lex trying in vain to sneak a glance at Slade’s work but he’s denied every time. Slade finishes before Lex but urges the smaller male to take his time, honestly Slade gets a kick out of it when he looks down at the small pottery piece he painted to mirror his boyfriend before shifting his gaze to look up at the real thing. 

A brief wave of disappointment creeps into Slade when Lex reveals that no, they can’t actually take them home tonight. 

“What do you mean we can’t take them home?!” 

“Well they have to dry and be put in the kiln and glazed. They aren’t finished yet. We can pick them up in a week when they’re done.”

Slade groans in annoyance, his arms crossed as he pouts looking down at his creation. There’s auburn hair that covers the rabbit’s head, the sickly pale color Slade painted the rabbit’s fur to mimic Lex’s skin tone…and the alt-colored carrot that the small rabbit is struggling to manage in its mouth. Instead of the typical orange color, the vegetable is closer in hue to a…flesh color.

Slade lets out a brief cackle but covers his mouth, trying to hide his amusement. The image in his mind of Lex reacting to the naughty abomination is enough to pull him from his tantrum.

So that’s what Salde works towards. 

All week leading up to them picking up their pottery, Slade is playing hype man for the naughty little rabbit he made. 

“You really are excited about this, aren’t you? I swear, you’ve talked more about your painting than you have about anything else this week that wasn’t food or sex related.” 

Slade slaps a hand over his mouth and bites his tongue. Some cruel god somewhere is playing a joke on him.  He couldn’t have set it up better himself for him to reveal what he painted there, but he has to keep it on the down low. Lex can’t learn anything about it until they pick them up tonight. Feigning a cough to stifle his laughter, Slade straightens his back before he speaks. 

“I’m just happy we get to pick them up tonight, I can’t wait for you to see it. And after we get them, we’ll go to my date night plan for us. I just hope you bring your appetite…” Slade trails off as he steps out of the elevator to go towards the basement training area, smirking to himself and only letting his laughter out when the doors close with Lex still in it going back up.

Later that night, Slade and Lex go into the studio together to pick up their art. Lex’s piece is the first one the worker brings up to the counter, Lex happily admiring his painted robot before the worker brings out Slade’s. 

Slade can see the hidden smirk on the employees face as he unwraps it, the young man just about losing it when he sees the striking similarities between the small painted rabbit and the muse for the piece together. The resemblance really is quite undeniable. So much so that Lex instantly recognizes them himself with just one look. 

“SLADE!”

Slade’s laughter is fully unleashed when he hears Lex’s shrill voice scold him. The white-haired male nearly doubles over in laughter, a tear springing to his eye as he can finally bask in the true comedic genius he’s been setting up for a week straight now. 

There, in all its glory, is Slade’s piece. A small, pale looking rabbit with auburn hair struggling to take a flesh toned carrot in its mouth. 

The other patrons of the studio turn to look at the pair but Lex is hastily making an exit, his cheeks flushed from embarrassment as he quickly makes his way to the car outside. That just leaves Slade all alone in the studio, the small rabbit figure in his hand while the worker rewraps Lex’s robot to put it in a bag for easier carrying. 

“It-haha…It really does look like him, man.” The worker admits as he hands Slade the bag before he continues. “But my-ha…haha! Ahem…My boss wanted me to ask you to-pffft-keep it PG next time…” The employee wipes a tear from his eye, trying to regain his composure. 

“HA! This?” Slade starts, holding up the small rabbit in his hands to show the employee. “This is insurance that he’s not gonna make me come back here for a next time.” Slade admits as he heads towards the door, the rabbit and Lex’s robot in hand. 

Slade opens the car door and climbs into the driver’s seat, already feeling a pair of eyes burning holes into the side of him. 

“I got your robot…” Slade smirks, reaching over to hand the bag to Lex who practically snatches it away from Slade. 

“I can’t believe you did that! Why’d you paint such a filthy fucking thing in a family place like that!?”

“Oh please, Lexi. You don’t give a shit about keeping things PG! Just admit you’re a little embarrassed…” Slade teases, poking Lex’s cheek with his finger while smirking at his boyfriend. 

“Of course I am! You painted a rabbit thing to look like it’s me giving you head! What the fuck is the matter with you?!” 

“What?! You inspire me! You’re my muse, what can I say?!” Slide tries to force his words through the giggles that slip from his lips but it only works to further anger Lex.

“You so fucking owe me.” Lex crosses his arms over his chest, the bag with his robot sitting on his lap as Slade reaches over to put something in range of his vision. 

In Slade’s hand is the little rabbit that’s painted in Lex’s likeness, the man seemingly trying to woo Lex with the creature’s admittedly cute image…Even if it is bordering on the indecent. Lex takes the figure from Slade and looks it over, scowling at the item as if it’s its fault Slade painted it in such a fashion. 

“Alright…I’ll give it to you. It’s-It’s not bad…It’s still a jackass thing to do! But it’s not bad…” Lex relents, looking over the rabbit in closer detail. “You’re still in trouble though.” It’s an added after thought, one that Lex probably doesn’t mean. 

“Am I still in trouble if I tell you I got us reservations at that new fusion place you said you wanted to try?” 

Lex makes a soft excited little hrmph noise unintentionally as he looks over at Slade expectantly. 

“Well, you’d be in less trouble…” Lex starts, trying to hide his excitement as Slade starts the car. 

“What if I told you I booked the VIP table?” 

Lex says nothing but seemingly drops the glare he was trying to force as Slade pulls out of the parking lot and heads towards the restaurant in question. 

“That’s what I thought. I figured this would be a good date night idea.” 

“Mine was a good idea, too. You just put a dirty spin on things. I had plenty of fun so I plan on going back.” 

“Oh, shit…Really?” 

“Yes, Slade! I had a good time! They get new stuff every other week or so, so I want to stop in every once in a while and have some fun.” Slade goes to interrupt Lex but Lex cuts him off, finishing his thought first. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you come with me! I don’t want to get banned from that place.” 

“Oh thank fuck…Like I made my own fun but I do not want to go back.” Slade admits as he pulls into the restaurant parking lot, finding a spot quicker than he thought he would. 

“That’s fine, Slade. Like I said, I don’t want to get banned.” 

Slade gets out of the driver seat and goes around to the passenger side, opening the door for Lex as he slides out. 

“Besides, I can just go with Ethan anyway…” Lex teases, smirking when he sees the anger on Slade’s face as he slams the door shut. 

“THE FUCK YOU CAN!” 

Lex just laughs as he walks away, ignoring Slade’s questioning protests as they near the restaurant's entrance. 

“Don’t you start going on friend dates with Ethan. I’ll fucking kill that little prick before you hang out with him out of work…” Slade mutters, his tone low and threatening as he looks down at Lex.

“Ohhh, is that jealousy I smell?”

“Pfft! No! Jealous of Ethan?! FUCK NO! I’m just saying…I don’t want you taking people to places like that that we go. That’s just for you and me…” Slade tries to play it cool but Lex can read him like an open book. 

Lex rolls his eyes as they take their seats, his hand gently rubbing on Slade’s arm as they wait for their waitress. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t go on any dates with Ethan…” Lex teases, smirking slightly when he sees the quick sneer on Slade’s face when he hears the name. 

“Good, you’re my little bunny after all.” Slade proclaims, his pride swelling slightly when he sees the smirk on Lex face drop, now being replaced with a flustered expression and cheeks burning bright red once again. 

“God, I can’t take you anywhere!!” Lex tries to hide his embarrassment but fails. Slade seeing straight through the forced calm on Lex’s face. 

“You’re thinking about the bunny and the carrot again, aren’t you?” Slade teases, his finger once again gently poking Lex’s cheek. 

“Shut up! I am not!” 

“Awww! Your cheeks are all puffy just like his!”

“I will fucking kill you, Slade…I will fucking kill you right now in this resturant…”

“Ok, ok! I’ll lay off…” Slade pulls back, his hands up innocently before he reaches forward and grabs one of the drink menus. 

 Lex does the same, the two quietly scanning over drink options before Slade turns the menu over and sees the dessert menu.

“I wonder if they have any carrot cake.” 

“YOU FUCKER!”

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Office Rumors

Yay! Slex drabble! I'm not used to writing drabbles so I'm not too confident in this one lol. But hey, any new Slex content is good content!

Employee evaluations are here but Slade is the one asking the questions.

Slade watches Lex type away at his laptop from across the desk. Employee evaluations are due and it’s the only reason Slade has to be here. 

“There are a few areas for improvement-” 

“You know there’s a rumor we're dating, right?”

Lex scoffs, noting the interruption. 

“As I was saying…There’s a few ways you can improve as my bodyguard, Wilson.” 

“I think I treat your body pretty well, Lexi.” 

“I beg to differ.”

Slade closes the laptop as he nears Lex, tilting Lex’s chin up with a finger.

“Gonna beg like last night?” 

“That’s not gonna help those rumors.” 

“So?”

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New Couch (Slex with teen Kon)

New cute Slex with Conner on deck tonight! Just some fluff and humor(with a sprinkling of implied spice for fun!)

Lex and Slade get a new couch but Slade has second thoughts about it.

Slade stood with his arms crossed sternly over his chest as he watched his partner’s frolicsome display. Lex happily stretched himself across their new piece of furniture, a string of content sighs spilling from him as he relaxed into the freshly delivered couch. While yes Lex was rather small, even with his arms extended past his head upwards and his legs stretched as far as he could force them, there was still plenty of space for Slade to sit beside him if the grown man ever decided to stop pouting. 

“I don’t like it.” Short—but not sweet—Slade was quick to let his earnest thoughts out, his foot tapping in annoyance as Lex dismissed him by plapping his hand against the dark surface, trying to entice Slade to give it a try. 

“How do you know you don’t like it if you haven’t even tried it yet.” It’s not a real question so Lex doesn’t expect an answer as he wiggles into the couch more before looking up at Slade, his eyebrow cocked with piqued interest as the man practically glares at the inanimate object. 

“I liked the old one.” Slade whips his head to the side to avoid Lex’s eyes, the childish act only earns him a lightly vexed groan. 

“The old one was old. It was too worn out, wasn’t as comfortable, and had a spot that was somehow always wet that would never dry. We needed a new couch and this one is nice! You even liked it at the store, why the change of heart so suddenly?” Lex’s head dips to the side when he finishes, his hair falling briefly in front of his face before he blows it out with a short puff of his lips. 

“I liked it but I didn’t think you’d get the L-shaped one!” Slade confesses, his right arm gesturing to the second half of the couch he’d been trying to ignore. 

When they went couch shopping they had settled on the same model. A slightly longer couch that was similar in color to the one they had that could easily be worked into their living room’s layout. Slade had been under the impression that they would get a new couch, put it to the side perpendicular to the old one so that it would make a right angle with a small gap between the arms of both couches. He figured they could get a small side table to put on the outside of the corner so it would look more put together while still keeping the coffee table where it was. 

He was happy with the little plan he’d crafted in his head. Too bad he didn’t say anything to Lex.

Instead of the regular model, Lex purchased, had delivered, and assembled in their home the larger L-Shaped sectional… Completely annihilating the outline Slade was expecting to come home to. Lex wanted to keep the living room open, he didn’t want one of the couches to be faced away from the foyer. He wanted one couch facing the TV and one to the left of it. To the right of the couch would be the entryway of the apartment. He wanted to keep the space open, less claustrophobic and more welcoming. So that means there was no place for the old couch…

“Why are you mad I got the sectional?! It’s bigger but still gives the room that spacious feel we wanted!”

“Yeah, but there’s no room for the old couch, Lex! I thought we were gonna keep that one too.” Slade looks towards the front door, the old couch pressed against the wall as out of the way as it could be as they wait for the pickup guys to come. “I feel bad throwing it away…” Slade admits, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand gently as he feels a twinge of shame in chest. 

“Why would you feel bad? It served its purpose and it’s not like the couch feels anything.” Lex waves a hand towards the discarded piece, his callousness on full display as he shows not an ounce of sentimentality.  

“Lex, that was our first couch!” Slade scolds. “You’re seriously not going to miss it?! We had such good times with it!”

“Slade, that couch doesn’t have any memories! The couch does not feel bad about us getting a new one! Why are you projecting human emotions onto a couch?!” Lex asks as he sits up on his elbows, his legs still stretched out on the new one. 

“That’s the first couch I fucked you on! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?!” It’s a bold statement, one that borders on being borderline stupid…

“What….?” Lex heard him perfectly clear but he’s hoping Slade will come back with a better excuse rather than just doubling down. 

“That’s where we first had sex! Doesn’t our first time mean anything to you!?” Overly dramatic. He’s clearly trying to pull on Lex’s heartstrings but that’s not going to work, not this time. 

“THE FIRST TIME YOU FUCKED ME WAS IN MY OFFICE!”  

“...Oh…” Slade pauses, his hand to his chin as he thinks, trying to remember if Lex is right and a small wave of embarrassment washes over him when he realizes that Lex is, in fact, correct. 

“Yeah, oh” Lex mimics tauntingly, his voice dropping to emulate Slade’s before he shakes his head. “I can’t believe you thought that was our first time…I should be mad at you for that, you know.” Lex teases, his tone playful before he sees that Slade still looks downtrodden. 

“Still…I-I still feel bad for it. It feels wrong to throw it out.” Slade says apologetically, like he’s pleading with the old couch to not be upset with him over this. 

Lex’s shoulders drop as he rolls his eyes and he pinches the bridge of his nose while he thinks.  He doesn’t want to get rid of this brand new couch he just paid good money for but seeing Slade like this isn’t an option either. There’s no room in any bedroom or office, and it certainly isn’t going in the kitchen…So instead of keeping the couch, Lex offers Slade what he opens would be the next best thing.

“Alright look, we can’t keep the full thing but you can keep a cushion from it. That way you still have a piece of it, isn’t that something?” 

“Three cushions.” Slade demands, his voice strong for the first time this whole conversation. 

Lex scoffs at the attempted negotiation.

“Two. Final offer.” 

“Deal!” 

Lex watches Slade head towards the couch but realizes that he needs to clarify before Slade does something Lex hadn’t thought he needed to specify. 

“You can’t pick the cushion that has the wet spot!” 

“Oh my god, you are such a dream killer!”

“Why would you even want the wet one?! That can’t be hygienic and we are definitely not keeping it!” 

“I want this one because I’m pretty sure this is the one that you always c-” Slade’s sexually charged quip is interrupted by the front door swinging open and their teen running into the living room before announcing his excitement. 

“FUCK YEAH! NEW COUCH!” 

Conner’s booming voice is only matched by his near manic cackling as he runs past Slade and throws himself onto the sofa opposite the entryway, his body thudding roughly against the new addition. 

“Dibs on this side of the couch!” Chucking his jacket off and tossing it onto the last seat on ‘his’ side of the sectional, Conner mimics Lex’s earlier action as he happily splays himself out. An impish grin painting itself across his face as he settles. 

“Why are you so excited about the new couch? I thought you liked the old one like me!” Slade questions, one couch cushion tucked under each of his arms as he walks back towards Lex to sit on the couch, placing the two cushions he’s keeping beside the coffee table for now. 

“I do like the old couch! It’s the one you guys let me crash on before you decided to be good parents and make me a room properly!” Conner laments, his finger pointing at Lex to signify Slade is only guilty by association and proximity for that slight. 

“Does everyone in this family have an overly emotional attachment to this couch but me?! It was my damn couch! I should be the one moaning that it’s leaving!” 

“Wait, it’s leaving?! I thought we were gonna keep it!” Conner finally takes a second to notice that the old couch is away from the seating arrangements and that Slade stripped it of two of its cushions. 

Slade says nothing but looks at Lex with an ‘I told you so’ expression as he gestures to their son. 

“I got the sectional so we would have more couch! It’s nicer! I paid good money for it! We don’t need the old couch! We aren’t keeping the old couch!” Lex’s eyes are narrowed and his lips thin as he has to once again defend his actions—he didn’t think buying a nicer couch was going to turn into such a controversial move but here he is. 

“Why don’t we keep the old couch in my room?!”

“Or we could let it retire to my office at work!”

“WHY DOES EVERYONE WANT TO KEEP THE OLD COUCH!?” 

A back and forth ensues, Conner and Slade on one side while Lex is on the defensive. It all becomes too much for the bespectacled man to deal with so he goes for the kill shot for both of them. 

“Conner, Slade and I fucked on the couch more times than either of us could possibly remember! You still wanna keep it in your room?!” 

…

“EEWWWW!!” Conner protests and feigns a gag as he covers his ears, his overly childish behaviour typically unbecoming but right now, Lex is actually grateful for the immaturity. “I don’t wanna know you two fuck any more than I already do!! That’s so gross!” Conner kicks his legs and shakes his head, trying to send that little nugget of information into the deepest and darkest corner of his memory. 

“And you!” Lex’s words now aimed solely to target Slade with his next blow. “I’ll let you fuck me as much as you want on that couch to make up the difference, how about that?!”

…

“Fucking deal!” Slade wasn’t exactly looking for permission but he’ll take a free pass to be as horny as he likes any day. 

“GROSS!! But not on my side! You keep your gross old person sex on your side of the couch! Not on mine!”

“Oh you absolute little shit, I am not old!” Slade turns on the one person that was on his side about the couch discussion. 

“I mean, you did just get very sentimental about an old couch that wasn’t even yours in the first place…Kind of an old thing to do, Slade.” 

“Oh, don’t you start on that! You’re the one that kept going on and on about how ‘adult’ you feel because you bought a brand new couch that ‘fits the aesthetic’ of the room! You actually used the word ‘aesthetic’. That’s kind of pa-thetic, if you ask me.” Slade crosses his arms over his chest when he’s finished with his retort but there isn’t any malice in his words. 

“It’s a good couch! And it does pull the room together! That’s not me being old! That’s me having taste!” 

“I’ll give you a taste of my balls you keep up that attitude…” The corner of Slade’s mouth upticks as he mutters, his ego only emboldened when he sees Lex blush slightly. 

“God, you’re so vulgar…” Lex tries to stifle his chuckle but it’s in vain. He tries to cover his smile with the back of his hand but that’s also a useless endeavour. 

“YOU TWO ARE SO GROSS!” Conner whines out as he throws a pillow at Slade as some sort of punishment for the transgression. 

Lex only laughs more as the pillow hits Slade with more force than the teen probably intended, the loud thwack somehow echoing in the apartment. Slade returns it, just for Conner to repeat the cycle. 

It’s only after a few minutes when the dust all settles, Slade sitting beside his son on the side of the couch Conner deemed his with his arm draped over the teen’s shoulders. It’s here that Conner finally speaks his mind about something that’s been slightly bugging him. 

“Ya know, I don’t really think the coffee table goes with the new couch…” 

After a moment, Lex’s eyes narrow before he sighs in defeat. 

“Fuck me…” 

“Maybe after we get a new coffee table.” 

“Gross!”

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The Hitman's CEO

Woo More Slex! We got angst and smut today yall!

Lex winds up kidnapped and at the mercy of his captor while in Gotham, but what started as a simple kidnapping turns into a tale of revenge, betrayal, and new beginnings. (+18 only)

Heads up, this one is gonna have kidnapping, torture, and elements of some non-con!

The pounding of his head and the confusion that befell him suddenly came to Lex as he slowly rose from his forced slumber. He groaned as he hesitantly opened his eyes though he was still shrouded in darkness in his seated position. He blinks his eyes rapidly, trying in vain to clear his vision. His head is covered by something and from the coarse fabric that scratches against his cheek he can assume it’s some kind of bag. In any other situation Lex might’ve noted the tropeishness that laced the scene but now wasn’t the time. A pained croak slips from his throat as he tries to call out to anyone that might be nearby but not an audible sound is heard. He hadn’t realized till that moment that not only had he been bound and tied to something with a bag over his head, but there’s a gag in his mouth as well. 

That’s when the true panic sets in. Everything starts falling into place that this isn’t right. That every detail he’s taken in since he woke up finally pieced together enough in his clouded mind to tell him that this is bad. 

That he is in danger. 

The ache that radiates from the back of Lex’s head makes it a struggle for him to recall the events that lead him here. The last thing he can remember was him getting back to his hotel room…everything after that is a blacked out blur. It’s now Lex can’t help but bring himself to regret coming to Gotham in the first place. First the meeting with the Powers Corp representatives went south and now this…Some Friday night this turned out to be.

A momentary swell of relief washes over Lex when he hears a metallic creak followed quickly by heavy bootsteps against the floor, but it’s quickly ushered away when Lex realizes that whoever has just entered the room with him is almost certainly responsible for his kidnapped state. 

A weak murmur is all Lex can manage out between the pain he’s feeling and the gag in his mouth, and the pitiful sound is unexpectedly being acknowledged by his captor. 

“Awe…Poor thing.” The flippant voice is accented with a cruel, low chuckle that makes Lex’s stomach churn. “Let’s see how bad the damage is, yeah?” 

Beneath the bag still draped over his head, Lex tries to focus on anything other than the approaching footsteps that weakly echo in whatever room he’s been sequestered to. A hand roughly grabs hold of the fabric covering Lex’s head—some of his hair gets caught in the assailant’s grasp in the process and Lex forces out a pained cry as his already aching head has more harm inflected upon it. 

With his glasses askew, one lens cracked towards the edge, Lex struggles to focus as his eyes adjust to the dark room that he finds himself in. He goes to turn his head to try and find the mysterious stranger but a sharp pain radiates from the wound on the back of his head forcing another hurt mewl from him. 

“Oh, was I too rough with you?” The same bitter voice hits Lex’s ears and its owner finally comes into Lex’s eyesight. A tall wellbuilt man with his body clad in dark clothing emerges from behind him. White hair sharply contrasts the shadowy apparel covers the right side of his face. 

“Let’s see how badly I got you.” The man forces Lex’s head off to the side roughly, the gloved hand having found its way into the messied auburn locks to ensnare Lex again.

Any words that Lex might’ve wanted to say were silenced and muffled by the gag in his mouth. Saliva coats the part of the fabric that’s forced against Lex’s tongue with a bit of droll running out from the corners of his mouth. Lex’s eyes are squeezed shut in pain, his jaw clenched as tightly as he can before he hesitantly opens an eye to face the man.

“Ahh, it’s not that bad. I could’ve hit you much harder…” The figure’s fingers that were once entangled in Lex’s hair slip free as the brute shoves the captured man’s head to the side away from the contact. “Now, let’s see if you’re trying to say anything important…” A gloved finger hooks around the side of the gag and roughly tugs it down. 

Lex struggles out with a few weak coughs before he dares try to speak, his mouth is dry and his chest is pounding from the uncertainty that hangs in the air. In his daze and confusion, Lex missed the sly smirk that slowly creeped onto the man’s face. 

“Wh-achk…Where am I and-and who are you?” Lex’s voice breaks as he tries to look up at the man that’s standing proudly in front of him. The overwhelming menace radiating from the man makes Lex’s breath catch in his chest.

The man tilts his head to the side as he drags his gaze slowly along Lex’s confined form. He’s still tied tightly to the chair, the cables tying Lex to the chair holding his arms and legs securely against his body to limit any and all movement—aside from his head that is. The smaller male tries in vain to free himself, wriggling restlessly against the restraints that his captor paid far too much attention to for them to break easily. 

“I don’t make it a point for victims to know my name. Client privilege only. But…” A firm hand jolts forward and roughly takes Lex’s chin in its grasp, the hold just tight enough to cause another round of discomfort for Lex. “You’ve got such a cute face…I’ll let you call me Daddy for the night, how’s that sound?” 

The distressed squeak Lex makes shouldn’t serve as an answer but it seems like ‘Daddy’ is willing to take it as one. The sound earns a low chuckle that leads into another callous taunt. 

“Don’t start being whiney now, it’ll only make the rest worse.” Daddy says as he lets go of Lex’s chin, making sure to swipe Lex’s bottom lip with his gloved thumb harshly before he fully retracts his hand. 

Lex’s eyes widen as he reevaluates the gravity of the situation. The name calling and the taunts. The way the man is leering at him like he’s a piece of meat. The fact that he was jumped in his hotel room instead of anywhere else in Gotham… This attack is now painted in a more sexually aggressive nature than he previously thought. Nervous and fearful, Lex can feel tears tease their way to the corners of his eyes despite his best efforts. His tense shoulders shake as he watches Daddy stand up straighter, his hands in his pockets as he walks just barely out of his eyeline. 

“Please…I-I don’t…” Lex scours his mind for what he thinks the right thing to say could be but he comes up empty; he results to pleading instead. “Let me go…Please? I-I won’t tell anyone! I swear!!” Panic drips from every word. He’s pretty sure there was a voice crack somewhere in there as well but he’s hoping it might earn him some pity points. 

Too bad it has the exact opposite effect. 

Powerful hands fiend Lex’s shaking body from behind. One gloved hand squeezing each shoulder as Daddy bends down, his face coming back into Lex’s peripheral vision as his head nears Lex’s right cheek. Lex can hear the deep inhale of his hair Daddy takes in, his eyes closed as he seemingly relishes in the tense air that’s surrounding them. Lex’s eyes clench tightly shut and he bites his bottom lip, trying in vain to hold back the scarred whimper that leaves him. 

Lex can feel the heat from Daddy’s sadistic chuckle against his neck before he hears the man speak again. He tries to force distance between them but the firm hold on his shoulders keeps him squarely in place. 

“It’s not up to me to let you go…Unfortunately, it’s out of my hands now that you’re already here. That being said-” He gets closer before he drags his tongue up Lex’s cheek, his warm tongue tasting the trail of a salty tear that ran down Lex’s cheek just a moment before. “-you taste like you’d be so much fun to have.” 

A shiver runs down Lex’s spine when he feels the sudden lick and his unease only grows when he feels the strong hands grabbing his shoulders rub far too gently against him. The demonstrations of strength and control juxtapose the velvety inflection of Daddy’s words. 

“What are you going to do to me…?” Lex tries to steel his nerves but it’s all for naught. His timidity and fear still shine everpresent in his voice as he chokes out the question. 

“Not a damn thing. I’ve already done my part in this. Your business is with the client that paid me to bring you here.” The tall man removes his hands from Lex’s shoulders as he walks away from him. Bootsteps getting farther away until they stop, another grating metal squeal fills the air. Lex can only assume it’s the same door the man entered in through before being opened once again, mostly likely to let in whatever ‘Client’ Daddy is speaking of. 

“Well! Isn’t this fucking funny, huh Luthor?!” Lighter footsteps approach Lex from behind, his mind races.

“Oh fuck… Powers…” Lex mutters under his breath. The voice belongs to none other than Logan Powers. One of the two members of the Powers Family Lex met with earlier in the day. It was a professional meeting but it didn’t end in a way that made the Powers Corp representative happy. Lex didn’t think him turning down a partnership would end like this…

“That’s right fucker! You know how bad you made me look?! I told you to play along, you little shit!” 

Despite the familiarity of the sour voice, Lex isn’t comforted by it. Not by any measure. And it’s even worse when the figure gets in front of him. Calmly hands grab hold of Lex’s constrained wrists, nails digging into the skin as this ‘client’ gets in Lex’s face. The overpowering smell of alcohol coming off of Logan is enough to force Lex to hold back a gag. 

Lex struggles against Logan’s hands, hissing out in pain lightly as the man’s nails break Lex’s skin. Lex’s tired eyes focus on Logan and it doesn’t take a genius to know the man is absolutely shitfaced and seething. It could be the concussion he’s sure he has or it could be that him knowing who’s behind this makes him a little less fearful, but whatever the cause Lex gets a small bolt of courage when he sees Logan get so close to his face. 

“Fuck you! I’m not going into business with you shitheads! I only took that meeting to try and play nice but you tried to weasel in a deal that would’ve put you and your daddy in charge of my business!” For the first time all night, Lex’s voice is strong as he tries his best to glare down Logan. 

“You smarmy little bitch! Your ‘business’ is just the fucking leftovers you scrounged out when Anthony went to jail! You’re an idiot if you think you’re leaving here without signing this!” One hand lets go of Lex’s wrist as Logan throws a thick packet against Lex’s chest. 

“You kidnapped me to force me to sign a business deal?! You’re a fucking psychopath!” 

“I thought it was overkill too but I’m not here to judge.” The deep voice that Lex has gotten all too familiar with somehow sounds like a saving grace. 

“Shut the hell up, Wilson. You’re job here is fucking done.” Logan pulls his eyes from Lex’s face to look past him and stare down ‘Wilson’. 

“Then where’s my money?” Daddy/Wilson comes into view again as he closes the distance between him and Logan. Lex’s eyes landing on the imposing man as he comes back into frame. 

“You really hired a guy to kidnap and assault me just to try and scare me into signing a bullshit deal your daddy made up?! God, you are as pathetic as-ACK!” Lex's taunt is cut off by a fist slamming into his cheek, his glasses flying off his face as his head is whipped to the side by the force.

“I am NOT pathetic, Luthor! You’re the little shitstain that doesn’t know his fucking place! And I’m not above putting you back in it!” Logan’s fist is curled into the fabric of Lex’s shirt as he pulls the man closer, the chair scratching against the floor as he’s tugged forward in it. Lex’s eyes struggle to focus from the second blow he’s been dealt tonight but he can just barely make out shapes with his glasses now discarded. 

Lex is jostled forward again and he closes his eyes tight, expecting another punch from Logan but one doesn’t come. Wilson stepped in and grabbed Logan’s wrist midair before the hit could land, the tension in the air palpable as Logan slowly looks back towards the man that dares  to grab him. 

“You’re not doing anything with this guy until you pay me, Powers. I don’t work for free and I don’t work for favors.” Stern and cold, Wilson waits for Logan to let go of Lex before Logan’s fist is freed from his hired help’s hold. 

“Don’t forget you work for me, Wilson-FUCK!” Logan is interrupted by a loud corrective slap that echoes through the empty room the three men currently reside. From the sheer force behind the slap, Logan is thrown off his balance and as he struggles he brings his hand to his cheek to rub the already bruising flesh. 

“I don’t fucking work for you, Powers. You’re just lucky nobody in this fucking town can put up enough dough to make you worth the hassle of getting you on the receiving end of me.” A cold metal blade is pressed against Logan’s neck as Wilson speaks. “Don’t you think for a second you can talk to me like I’m one of your sorry little employees, you pathetic whiney bitch…” Trailing off, Wilson pulls the blade back as Logan quickly stumbles backwards, his hand shooting up to rub the thin red line from where the blade was pressed against his throat. 

“Pay me. Now.” It’s a demand, and one that Wilson is clearly annoyed he’s had to repeat so many times. 

“Je-Jesus, Wilson. You don’t have to be so hostile…” Logan nervously laughs, his hands up defensively as he tries to flash a playful smile to Wilson, though the other is clearly unreceptive to the sudden shift to a friendly tone. “You know I’m always good for it, man. You know I respect you!” Logan claims as he pulls out a wad of cash from his back pocket and tosses it over. 

Wilson catches it with one hand effortlessly but he never takes his eyes off of Logan—not until he hears a weak cough come from behind him. He turns his head to look back at Lex just in time to see the small man spit out a bit of blood from his mouth. 

“You can leave now, Wilson.” Logan dismisses as he walks past Wilson to get back to Lex. Logan harshly grabs Lex’s hair and tugs it upward, forcing him to look up at him through bleary and unfocused eyes. 

“What are you gonna do with him? You know he’ll just rat the second you let him go if he signs that fucking deal. Don’t think you thought this one through, Logan.” It’s a blunt statement but the curiosity is new for Wilson. He’d never once given a second thought to the people his clients paid him to deal with but he can tell this could easily turn into something that’s worth more money than what he was just paid. 

“If I need you later I’ll call the fucking Iceberg for you to deal with his body.” Logan doesn’t miss the reaction that line gets out of Lex. “Awww what’s wrong, Lex? Finally understanding how we do things in Gotham?” 

“What are you going to do to me? He’s right, you know. I sign that and I’ll just go to the cops when you let me go. And you think if I sign it that you’ll get anything if I wind up dead right after?! You’re a fucking idiot! If I sign that and come up missing, you and your whole company are gonna be under investigation the second someone puts two and two together!” Lex sounds the most confident he has since before he came to Gotham and he tries his best to smirk but the pain shooting through his jaw makes him stop. His lips turned upwards in little more than a grin. 

Logan’s eye twitches as he looks down at Lex. How can this little fucking twerp sound so sure of himself when he’s tied to a chair with blood coming out of his mouth. Maybe it's the self-assuredness that really pushes Logan over the edge. Or maybe it’s the quick snicker he hears Wilson not even bother trying to hide.

“Wilson, you’re dismissed. Our business is over right now.” Logan tries to hold a commanding tone but it's very weakly received. 

“Finally. I’ll get my shit and let you have your fun. But If I have to dump him over statelines, it's gonna cost you extra.” 

Wilson once again is out of view for Lex when Logan turns his attention back to him.

“You know what? You’re right, Luthor. Even if you sign this deal, I’m not gonna get anything out of it…But this will make me feel better.” Logan’s wretched tone lingers in the air as he reaches into his pocket as he pulls something out. 

“Wh-what will?” Lex can’t make out what Logan is doing, not until he feels a sharp pain in his leg that forces a scream out of him. “AHH! Fu-Fuck!”

Logan grins cruelly, his eyes practically shining as he sees blood start spilling from Lex’s new wound as he rips the blade out of the leg. More blood is forced towards the opening as Logan grabs near the puncture site with his bare hand to squeeze more out, blood trailing off and running down Lex’s leg as he cries out in pain. 

“Yo-AH!You fucker!” Lex barely manages out before he’s stabbed again, this time in the hand as Logan laughs wickedly. 

“This is what you get, Luthor! All you had to do was play ball and be a good little drone, just like you were for Ivo! You knew your place was underneath him and now I’m gonna beat the lesson that you’re underneath me into you!” 

Lex is thrown to the ground while still bound to the chair, the blade still in his hand as Logan rants and kicks him in the stomach. Each kick to Lex’s stomach and ribs earns another anguished cry, the sounds only working to further encourage Logan’s assault. 

“I was going to work with you, Luthor! I was trying to do you a fucking favor before but you made me look like a jackass and an total idiot in front of my dad and my company!” The kicks stop as Logan walks closer to Lex’s head and he kneels down, hand wrapping itself in Lex’s hair again to force him to face him. The knife that was in Lex’s hand is unceremoniously ripped out as Logan brings it up to Lex’s nose, trying to intimidate an already beaten and bound man. 

Lex can barely focus on Logan’s face, his vision blurred and his mind unfocused as he tries to fight off losing consciousness. The one sound that brings him, even if just barely, back to reality is the sound of the metal door opening once again. Wilson hadn’t left yet and this might be Lex’s final chance to try and save his own skin. 

“W-Wait!” In a pained croak, Lex’s words barely register for Wilson until he barely gets out the rest of the line “I’ll pay you…”

The unintended target is the first to deliver a response. Logan proudly scoffs as he bends down to see Lex’s pleading look better. 

“What the hell makes you think you could buy me, Luthor?! I’d pay good money to have the chance to gut you like a fish, in fact I did pay good money for it. So please, keep crying. It’ll make it a whole lot better for me…” Logan starts, the knife coated with Lex’s blood now teasing along one of his ears. 

“Not-Not you…D-Daddy…” Lex’s weak words barely find who they’re for as he can slowly feel himself fading out of consciousness.

“Nice try, Luthor, but I’m not into Daddy shit-” 

“But I am.” Wilson cuts off Logan, the door closing with a loud thud as Wilson turns back to the pair on the floor. “Keep talking.” 

In his confusion, Logan doesn’t stop Lex from speaking to Wilson directly, instead he just watches Wilson with a dumbfounded expression before he looks back down at Lex who offers a deal.

“I-I’ll pay you. What-Whatever he paid you, I’Il double it! I-I can triple it! I’ll give you whatever you want…Just-Just help me…” 

“Is that so?” Wilson muses, his hand on his hip as he assesses his new option. 

“Wilson, fuck off and leave! I’m done with you so there’s no reason for you to be here!” 

“Exactly, so right now you aren’t my client. He-” Wilson points a gloved finger at Lex, though the smaller man still has his back turned to him, “-he just might be my new one. Not you.” 

“What the hell, Wilson! Where’s your fucking loyalty!? I paid you to give him to me and I’ll pay you to get rid of his body that’ll be in twelve pieces when I’m finished with him! Now get the hell out of here!” Logan snaps, his hand gripped tight around the hilt of the blade as he stands up defiantly. 

“With the way you’re trying to boss me around, Powers, I might just kill you for free.” 

“Bullshit! Ha-Ha…You won’t kill me, Wilson! I give you too much fucking business and you said yourself that nobody can pony up enough for you to kill me! So, why don’t you stop your fucking bluffing and chest puffing, and be a good boy and go back to whatever roach-infested shit hole you crawled out of, until I call you to get rid of this little putz for me, alright?” Logan’s liquor induced boldness finally catches up with him as he taunts Wilson, a man who on more than one occasion has killed people for less egregious acts.

Wilson takes slow deliberate steps as he approaches Lex’s body that Logan lazily shoved back onto the floor as he stood up. As if he suddenly realized what he had just said and who he said it to, Logan takes an uneasy step back as Wilson nears him. 

“Hey, come-come on, Wilson. I-I was just kidding! You-You know this guy isn’t rich enough to pay you to get rid of me…and-and why don’t I pay you double for the trouble huh? You-You know how bad dark liquor can hit a guy…right?” Logan’s practically begging for mercy in his own rich, privileged sort of way. 

Wilson ignores him and instead is focused on Lex. He brings two fingers to Lex’s neck to check for a pulse and when he finds a good enough one, he asks a single clarifying question before he makes his decision.

“Are you rich enough for me to make this guy my problem?”

“Money…Money is no object, not for me…Not right now….” Lex’s words are soft as he wans in and out of consciousness. 

Lex can’t see it as he lets his mind fade into a blur but Wilson dons the most inhuman smirk as he rises to his feet, a long blade being pulled from his belt as he looks towards his newest victim. 

“That’s the best answer you could’ve given me.” 

The last thing Lex is awake to witness that night is Wilson stepping over his weakened frame to near Logan. Lex closes his swollen tear stained eyes as he drifts off into darkness, his mauled body no longer strong enough to keep him alert. 

The throbbing of his head and the terrible ache that spans from his ribs outward are the first things Lex notices when he wakes up. He slowly blinks his eyes open, wincing as twinges of pain ripple from wounds on his face. His left eye is badly swollen but he can still just barely make out familiar shapes in the room he’s now found himself in. 

It’s his apartment all the way back in Metropolis…

Given his injuries, he knows that what little he can remember from the night before had to be real, no dream or nightmare can cause this level of physical harm… 

Lex weakly sits up, his hand reaching out instinctively for his glasses that—if he had put them there himself—would normally be sitting on the coffee table, but he can’t find them. His fingers brush along the surface of the table but never find what they seek. 

“Looking for these?” An all too familiar voice rings out from the silence, one that fills Lex’s whole body with dread. 

Lex flinches, his shoulders tucked in tightly to his body as he whips his head in the direction the voice came from but he lets out a pained groan when the sudden movement catches up with his injured body. 

“AH-Fuc-Ahh!” “Don’t move that fast with ribs that fucked up. Won’t do you any good.” Wilson says as he crosses the room, shrinking the distance that Lex had from his former captor. 

“Why are you here?! How-How are we here…What…What did you do?!” Lex can barely muster the strength as he tries to stand, his wounded leg buckling the second any weight is placed on it. 

Wilson laughs callously as he watches as Lex has to lift himself up by clinging to the coffee table and couch, his arms crossed over his chest while Lex’s glasses are carefully grasped in one of his hands. Once Lex is seated on the couch, he slowly turns to look back towards Wilson, he can make out the shape of the man’s body standing in front of the entryway to his kitchen. Lex winges in pain as he breathes in, his chest aches and his sides burn as he feels his lungs expand before he tries to speak again.

“Why and how…are you-we…here?” 

“Well,” Wilson nears the couch, Lex doesn’t hear the heavy boots on his hardwood floor so he can only assume the man is barefoot, and offers Lex his glasses back in a gesture of goodwill. “You hired me, don’t you remember?” 

Lex’s shaky hand reaches out carefully, his fingers finding the metal frames of his glasses before he practically snatches them out of Wilson’s hand. Once they’re back on his face, Lex pauses as he inspects the glasses…These aren’t the ones he was wearing before. The ones from last night had a broken lens…These are fully intact and it honestly seems like they’d never been worn before now. If Lex didn’t know any better, he might be inclined to think…

“Are-Are these my backup pair?” 

“Sure are. Found them in your luggage when I was getting your shit from your hotel room.” 

Lex gently cups his head in his hands, his mind racing with a thousand questions and a million worries as he replays last night's events over and over in his mind. 

“OK…I-I need a minute…I-I can’t think straight.” 

Wilson shrugs his shoulders as he plops himself down on the loveseat across from Lex, his feet coming up to ungracefully rest on the coffee table while he waits for Lex to be alert enough to listen to him. 

“Tell me what you did…What-What did you do-” Lex starts to question Wilson but he’s cut off by a sharp click of Wilson’s tongue before he can. 

“You don’t need to worry, I got everything out of the hotel room and got you home. Safe and sound.” 

“I wasn’t asking about the hotel room! I want to know where-!” 

“I parked the car? Your usual space, duh. Where else would I park it?” 

“No! How did you ge-”

“Get you inside while you were asleep? I carried you, you’re pretty light.”

Each and every time Lex goes to ask anything about last night or the events leading up to him waking up back in his apartment, Wilson cuts him off swiftly, somehow having a perfect ‘answer’ ready before Lex even knows what question has been asked. 

“God damn it, no! I need you to tell me-HMRPHH!” This time Lex’s words are cut off by Wilson slamming his lips into his, the taller man having closed their distance nearly in an instant. Lex writhes against Wilson, a strong hand holding him in place as Wilson’s hand creeped to the small of Lex’s back to hold him close. Lex tries to push off Wilson, but his hands are still wrapped in bandages and the pain Lex can feel from them makes him half-ass any feeble push. 

Once Lex breaks the kiss, Wilson leans in close to whisper into Lex’s ear. Lex shivers when he feels Wilson’s warm breath tickle against his skin, his body shaking in the man’s hold. 

“You need to listen to me. Don’t talk. Just listen…” Wilson’s hushed words are stern, like a parent scolding a child. “I dealt with it…I dealt with him. You hired me…Remember that?” The uptick in Wilson’s voice sends a chill down Lex’s spine, he almost sounds wistful when he asks. 

Lex pulls back just enough to get a good look at Wilson’s face for the first time since they met, his tired grey eyes scan Wilson, the most concerning thing on the man’s face is that he’s currently wearing a yearning grin. This is the first time Lex had noticed that, hidden behind the white fringe of Wilson’s hair, the other man has an eyepatch. Lex is lost in thought but his train of thought is broken when Wilson speaks again. 

“I got you out of there. I got you patched up. I got you out of Gotham…and I got you home safe and sound. That’s a lot more than I’ve ever done for someone that hasn’t paid me yet… Do you know what that means, Luthor?” Wilson is still whispering in Lex’s ear but this time the question is accented with the tip of Wilson’s nose rubbing along Lex’s neck.

“That-That I…I owe you…?” Lex’s weak words bring a small shot of adrenaline to the surface for Wilson. The man nips at the exposed flesh of Lex’s skin before he pulls himself back. He disregards Lex’s hurt state, opting instead to forcefully spin them so that Wilson has his face to the couch Lex was sitting on, just to throw himself down onto the couch and pull Lex onto his lap. 

“That’s right, you owe me! And I don’t usually like people owing me things…But you-” Wilson ignores the pained squeals coming from Lex as the hurt man struggles to adjust to sitting on his lap, Lex’s breath catching in his throat when he feels the growing bulge in Wilson’s pants. A bare hand, one that Lex had only up until this point seen gloved, comes forward and laces its fingers in Lex’s knotted auburn locks, but it’s by far the most gentle male on male contact Lex has had in the last two days. “I don’t mind you owing me things…Infact, I think I might prefer it…” 

“Why-Why’s that?” Lex shifts uncomfortably in Wilson’s lap as the latter rubs his other hand against Lex’s good leg, almost like he’s expecting this to lead to something else. 

“You’re already in my debt onceover because you haven’t paid me and I just…fired…one of my best clients. You’re rich. And…” Wilson leans forward to swipe his tongue up the side of Lex’s cheek, smirk only growing wider when he feels Lex flinch away from the contact. “You’re just my type…” 

Lex yelps when he feels Wilson’s hand move from his leg to his ass and grab roughly, strong hand kneading the fat of Lex’s ass gently, like he’s trying to let Lex get used to the new contact. 

“I’m your type…?” Lex probes, trying to figure out the best way out of this. 

“Damn right you are. You’ve got a cute enough face and you’re so fucking small…I carried you over my shoulder and got so damn hard…I bet you’d feel so tight around me…” Wilson starts, his erection only growing as he gently rolls his hips up into Lex, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip. 

“I-I don’t know what to say to that…I-I’ve never-I’ve never been with a guy…” Lex doesn’t know what to say or how to say it. How do you tell the guy who kidnapped you then turned on the guy who hired him to find you that you don’t want to fuck him?! There’s not exactly guides on that sort of thing on the internet that you can find and now the only thing Lex can do is curse the fact that he ever went to Gotham city in the first place. 

“OH…Well don’t you worry about that, Baby…I’ll be nice and gentle with you, I’ll make sure you take it slow…” Wilson hooks his thumb around the back of Lex’s pants but stops when Lex's hand shoots forward and presses into the growing erection in his pants. 

“Wait!! I-I…” Lex scrambles for something to say. “I’m too hurt! I-I’m too hurt to do…that…but-but what about this…?” Lex weakly gripes Wilson through his pants, he’s handled a cock plenty of times before but never one that wasn’t his own. 

“Awe…You wanna give me a handy?” Wilson relaxes into the couch more, his head lulling to the side as he lets out a soft sigh as Lex tries to please him. “Is that what you wanna do?” 

“Yeah…” It’s a bold faced lie but if it gets him out of genuinely fucking this guy tonight Lex is willing to try anything. Lex hesitantly reaches forward and undoes Wilson’s belt, tugging his pants down just enough to release the hard cock that was practically begging to be let out. 

“Oh fuck…” Lex can’t hide his surprise when the thick cock springs free. He was expecting something big, just judging by the size of the bulge, but he wasn’t ready for something quiet that long and girthy. Thick veins run up along the shaft, the large head swollen and red, precum already leaking out from the tip as Le stares at it. 

“I know it’s big, Baby…Don’t worry, Daddy’ll be easy when it’s in you later…But for now…” Wilson’s hand grabs hold of one of Lex’s wrists and brings it back towards the waiting cock, coaxing the slender fingers to touch his leaking tip before he lets go, hoping Lex will start on his own. “Just get used to playing with it like this first….”

The hand on Lex’s ass squeezes and rubs in sync with Lex’s sloppy strokes. Each glide of Lex’s hand earns the smaller man praise from Wilson who is watching Lex’s face intently. Lex pays careful attention to Wilson’s tip—taking a play out of his own book when he’s gotten a handjob before— he gently pinches the head between his fingers as his hand passes it. Soon Lex’s hand and Wilson’s shaft are coated in precum, Wilson thrusting his hips forward to meet Lex’s hand, his eye closed as he moans loudly, trying to encourage Lex to get into it as well. 

“You’re doing so good, Lexi…Is this your first time playing with a cock that’s not your own?” Wilson muses. He’s clearly enjoying the sexual favor but Lex doesn’t know what’s going to force him over the edge. 

“Yeah, Daddy…It is…” Lex lets out, trying to block out any teases from Wilson but something good did come of that jeer. Lex noticed Wilson’s cock twitched excitedly when he said ‘Daddy’...That might be the quickest way for Lex to finish this guy off. This has been going on for too long already and Lex can already feel his wrist getting tired and his patience wearing thin.

“Is-Is it good, Daddy? Am I doing good?” Lex asks, pitching his voice up higher to try and sound more aroused than he is. 

“Oh fuck yeah. It feels so good, Baby. Were you lying to Daddy? Your little hand is too good at playing with dick for this to be the first time…” 

“I-I’ve just got a lot of practice…” Lex admits, his cheeks blushing at the admission but his embarrassment isn’t for nothing. He hears Wilson let out a hearty puff of air and a heavy moan, his head tilting back as he quickens his hips thrusts. 

“Yeah? You play with yourself allot?” 

“Uh huh…” Lex bits back the annoyance in his voice, instead he tries to solely focus on getting Wilson off. And even if he won’t admit it, there is something about this that is…exciting…about all of this. 

“Well don’t you worry, Baby.  Daddy’ll be playing with you from now on…You’d like that wouldn’t huh? You’d like Daddy to jerk off that needy cock of yours while you take him, wouldn’t you?” 

Wilson’s thrusts are becoming increasingly erratic. Between Lex’s hand and his own delusions that Lex actually wants him, he’s soon at his end. 

Wilson forces himself forward, capturing Lex’s less than willing lips in another sloppy kiss as he cums roughly. Thick ropes of cum coat Lex’s hand and spill onto Wilson’s pants as he fucks Lex’s hand through his orgasm. Wilson forces his tongue into Lex’s mouth, searching all around the wet cavern and forcing itself under Lex’s tongue, trying to encourage him to play. 

Lex weakly moans into the kiss before Wilson breaks it, a string of saliva connects the two before Wilson reaches up to wipe Lex’s bottom lip with his thumb. 

“You did such a good job, Baby…”

Lex tries to pull away but Wilson doesn’t let him, scolding the smaller man softly in a teasing manner. 

“Don’t move away from me, you little tease…Daddy needs to return the favor.” Wilson smirks, his hand moving to paw at Lex’s own growing need. One that Lex hadn’t even noticed until Wilson made the move. 

“Oh! I-I didn’t know…I mean, I just-I don’t-”

“Shhh…Shhh…Don’t worry, Baby. Daddy’ll take good care of you…You hired me to help, remember?” 

Lex slowly closes his eyes as he feels Wilson’s hands undo the button and zipper of his pants, biting back the smallest pleasured mewl when string fingers wrap around his half-erect cock. 

“I-I don’t…I don’t even know your actual name or-or what I even really hired you for!” Lex squirms in his seat, the pain that plagues his body slowly being chased away by pleasure. 

“HA! This far in and now you finally ask what my name is…It’s Slade, Baby. Slade Wilson. And you hired yourself a hitman, Lex Luthor…But I’m willing to be so much more for you…” Slade trails off, his hand giving languid strokes as he watches Lex for a reaction. 

“Oh fuck me…” Lex’s head hangs in shame, his eyes clenched shut as he slowly loses himself to the pleasure.

“Soon, Baby. Soon.”

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SLEX Summer/Beach Headcanons

Another quick round of Slex Headcanons! Wanted to come back to doing these and since it's that time of year we got some Summer ones! These will feature Kon (and a little TimKon) too, so yay!! (Plus some NSFW too so +18)

Lex doesn't tan! This man is so pale that he just straight up fucking burns. And somehow it doesn't heal in a tan like a normal tan then fade away. Nope! He burns, has a shitty time pealing, then is back to being pale as a ghost.

Slade? Man tans like crazy. Not even a full hour in the sun without a shirt on and he's got a nice bronze going.

These two are no strangers to public sex and beach sex is absolutely on the table.

Slade is terrible about actually using sunscreen. He takes for granted the fact that he tans nicely so he barely puts any on and is so bad about reapplying.

Lex gets insanely jealous when he goes to the beach with Slade and sees people checking out his man. Lex is usually a little possessive but it's cranked up to 11 when Slade is shirtless.

Slade has a massive sweet tooth so he is constantly getting ice cream, snowcones, and other treats while they're at the beach.

Slade isn't physically capable of telling Kon 'no' when it comes to food/snacking, so pretty much everytime Slade gets something so does Kon.

Lex is the one who pays for all of this.

LEX FUCKING HATES JELLYFISH!

Slade doesn't mind them. Mostly because Lex always manages to get stung by them and then Slade gets to swoop in and play the big strong hero type.

Kon would 100% fall into the whole buying a hermit crab from a beach store thing so Lex keeps him far away from any tourist shop that might have them. Lex knows they are awful for the hermit crabs but knows Slade wouldn't be able to resist if Kon looked at him with puppydog eyes so it's better to just avoid it at all costs.

Slade will purposefully miss spots when applying sunscreen to Lex's back to spell out things/draw pictures.

A brief list of things that Lex has no idea was once written/drawn on him: Property of Slade, various dicks, Cum Slut, If Found Return to Slade, Super Slut, Call Me Daddy, a crudely drawn picture of a cat, and the LexCorp logo.

Slade swears orange swim trunks. He'll wear a black tanktop of he wants a shirt on before he goes into the water but usually man is tits out.

Lex wears purple trunks and 9/10 times will have a shirt/cover on unless he's in the water.

Yes, they are color coordinated. They are simple creatures of habit.

Kon on the other hand has like 4 swim trunks that he cycles between because he kept loosing them before they packed for vacation so Lex bought multiple pairs.

If it's at night and Kon isn't with them, these two absolutely skinny dip together.

Lex actually did it first because he got a little drunk and was feeling adventurous and Slade happily followed suit.

Slade has way more energy than Lex so he's typically the one in charge of entertaining Kon at the beach.

Every once in a while, Slade will get a little lazy at the beach and let Kon bury him in the sand so he gets a break.

Lex gets raccoon eye tan lines every time he goes to the beach. He leaves his prescription sunglasses on so much without properly sunscreening his face so it's basically guaranteed he'll come home looking like a trash panda.

Slade pees in the ocean. Lex says he can't bring himself to do it so he'll go back to their rented beach house to use the bathroom even if it's way less convenient.

Kon claims he doesn't pee in the ocean but he does. Lex believes his son. Slade doesn't because he knows it's a damn dirty lie.

Slade actually pays more attention to the undertow, and rip current and riptides than Lex does.

Slade claims he used to surf but Lex has never seen him on a surfboard before so Lex isn't sure if he believes him.

Kon has a knack for building detailed sandcastles and genuinely gets upset when either the tide washes them out or they simply didn't survive the night.

Slade thinks he might actually be able to take a shark in a fight. Lex knows Slade can't take a shark in a fight.

Kon knows damn well he can beat a shark in a fight but knows it would 100% be considered punching down if he was to fight a shark.

Slade prefers their summer vacations to their winter ones. Mostly because it gives him a chance to see Lex less clothed than normal in public.

Kon tries to convince Tim to come with them to the beach but Tim is even more of a homebody (allegedly) than Lex so he always declines.

The one time Tim actually agrees to come on the beach trip, Slade and Lex can't actually go until two days later so the boys get a little one on one time together at the shore.

Slade intentionally caused a minor catastrophe (nothing major, just enough to keep him and Lex at home for a few more days) so that Kon could have a short romantic few days with Tim.

It wasn't romantic. Tim stepped on an urchin and spent the whole rest of the time on the beach or inside instead of in the water.

Lex and Tim lowkey bond over their workaholic tendencies.

They both brought laptops so they could get work done but Kon ends up hiding both of them for the better half of the trip so they're forced to take time away from working.

Tim and Lex end up sunburned.

Slade ends up tan.

Kon ends up feeling more refreshed and recharged than ever.

[acenanxious]

Finally gave little goober Slade his clothes lol

[acenanxious]

Three Dads and a Secret Boyfriend (Slex)

Yeee! We got some Parental Slex with some Clark and Conner!

When Conner sneaks out in the middle of the night, Lex and Slade must rely on Clark to find their son for them.

Lex can’t help it if by now he’s worn a groove into the floor. His hands clasped behind his back while his eyes are cast downwards as he paces back and forth, his antsy behaviour doing little to calm the man watching him. 

“Lex, honestly man you’re stressing me out more right now than Kon is.” Slade turns his head to the side to take his eye off of Lex, trying to ignore that audible squawk of indignation he hears as he does. Slade’s tone came across overly dull given the circumstances and right now Lex isn’t exactly in the headspace to be a ‘rational’ adult. 

“How could I possibly be more stressing than Kon?! He’s fucking missing, Slade!” Lex’s anxiety is on full display as he stops midstride to turn and look towards Slade. Dark bags stain the underside of his eyes while his messied auburn hair is pushed back hastily, the strands that fall onto his face far too overstimulating to ignore right now. “Our son is missing!!” Lex’s voice cracks but he ignores the slip, subconsciously hoping that he’s going to be soothed by Slade but that’s far from the response he gets.

“I know he’s missing Lex, but the kid is fucking bulletproof! Just two nights ago he flew into a burning building and the only thing that was even singed was his damn jacket!” Slade’s frankness probably came across far harsher than he meant it to but the bodyguard can’t really bring himself to care. His own nerves and exhaustion are weighing down his filter right now. 

“That’s not the point, Slade! I don’t like Conner being out without us and this is the third time he’s snuck off! It’s 4 am and we have no idea where he is!” Lex’s words lower, his next sentence being barely muttered above a whisper, “But I’m not shocked you don’t care…” 

“OH FUCK YOU!” Slamming his fist on the table, Slade kicks his chair out from under himself as he stands up suddenly, a threatening glare now being directed squarely at Lex. He ignores the flinch he sees as he continues. “I DO care about Conner! From day ONE I’ve loved him! He’s my son by any measure and if anybody else had said that to me their brains would be painting these fucking walls!” Slade’s booming voice echoes off the walls and floor-to-ceiliing windows that surround them. 

“Slade, I-” Lex starts but his mouth snaps shut when Slade cuts him off. 

“No! Lex, you woke me up in the middle of the night and told me Kon was missing! We both scoured the city and now we’ve been waiting here in your office to see if your hail mary pays off! I love that kid and I’m not gonna sit here and let you tell me that I don't care about him just because I’m not pissing my pants like you because he’s missing!” Slade runs his hand through his hair as he tries to calm himself. He’s been holding it together so well—in his mind he has anyway—but now he’s about at his breaking point.  “Lex, the little shit threw me through the wall yesterday during training! I-I was so damn proud of him!” Slade’s tired face manages a half smile as a weak chuckle leaves him. “I-I can’t imagine anything bad happening to him but…but I…” Words that barely leave Slade’s lips hang heavily in the air as he tries to find his voice again. 

Lex’s furrowed brows relax and the fist he had clenched at his side releases, his hand trembling as he reaches out towards Slade as if the stark distance between them doesn’t exist. This is the first time since they got to his office that he’s gotten a proper look at Slade’s face and not only is the exhaustion plain to see but so is the sorrow that he’s managed to hide thus far. The storm clouds in the sky had parted just enough for a few stray beams of moonlight to shine into the dark room and illuminate his partner tragically. The view before him is enough to cause Lex’s heart to break for the second time tonight. 

Slade’s shoulders shake lightly, his face buried in his left hand as tries to obscure his worry. Despite the distance between them, Lex can clearly see Slade’s tearstained cheeks through the white fringe that’s shielding the rest of Slade’s face. Lex crosses the room to him, his hand finding Slade’s good arm as tries to gently coax Slade to face him. 

In all his worry for their son, Lex hadn’t realized that he’d actually been relying on Slade’s nonchalantness to carry him through this. Each time Lex would start to spiral about Conner’s unknown location, Slade’s practically rampant indifference would snap Lex out of his worry just enough for him to get annoyed with Slade. That cycle continued until the pair found themselves waiting in Lex’s office while another extraterrestrial force continued the search for them. That left the two of them here with nothing but their worries and fear to fill the air. 

“Slade…” Lex speaks with a quiet voice that’s laced with nothing but concern as he watches Slade. He doesn’t know what to say but what he does know is that he needs Slade to understand that they’re in this together. They are both just two parents waiting with bated breath for their son to return to them. 

“Lex, I’m just so worried about him…I-I know, I know for a fact that he can’t get hurt! But…” Slade’s voice wavers as he sucks in a sharp breath before he continues. “I-I’m so scared…I can’t stand him being out there without us right now.”

“I know…I-I am too. And as much as I hate it…right now it’s out of our hands. It’s in his.” Lex doesn’t even bother trying to hide the disdain that surrounds that final word as he speaks. 

Slade can’t argue. He knows Lex is right. Their son is out doing god knows what in the dark of the night and the two of them can’t do a damn thing about it to bring him back. 

Lex rubs his hand against Slade’s good arm, hoping that any contact might offer even the most miniscule amount of comfort right now. Lex moves to rest his head against Slade’s shoulder, Slade shifting his stance to make it a little easier on the shorter male, while the pair say nothing at all. Slade’s shaking shoulders slowly cease their erratic movements, he turns his head and takes in slow deep breaths as his nose grazes over Lex’s messy auburn hair. 

The lingering scent of Lex’s body wash that doubles as his shampoo dampers Slade’s nerves briefly. He can—even if it’s just for a fleeting moment— close his eye and pretend he’s back home in bed with Lex. Pretend that they’re all safe and sound. Pretend that Conner is simply playing video games in the living room or sleeping in his bedroom.

Lex is doing something similar. As he rests his eyes, he leans more against Slade’s strong frame and he gets a sudden whiff of the laundry detergent that they use. He hadn’t even realized that Slade was still in the clothes he’d worn to bed that night. The dark blue plaid fabric of Slades’ pants had actually looked black in the dark room and the graphic on the old band tee  so faded that Lex can’t even recognize it right now. With his eyes closed, the familiar scent that's tickling his nose and the warmth Slade’s sharing practically lulls him into a false sense of temporary comfort. 

The pair stay frozen as they lie to themselves and to each other. 

They can pretend that everything is fine.

But they both know it’s a lie. 

One that’s broken as a strike of lightning splits across the sky and it’s quickly followed by a loud crack of thunder that rolls atop the dark clouds. Slade slowly opens his eye to look out towards the window, heavy drops of rain hitting the panes of glasses before they roll down, what little light that bleeds in reflecting off of them briefly. Lex only opens his eyes when he hears a soft croak from Slade and feels the aforementioned male’s chest heave as his breath hitches. A lump forming in Lex’s own throat when he turns to look out the window. 

Shillouted against the darkness of the storm clouds that suffocate the night sky are two floating figures. A cape billowing out from behind one of them that catches the treacherous gales of wind that sweep through the city of tomorrow. The edge of the cape swipes upwards behind the two as another bolt of lightning illuminates the sky behind them. Their darkened heads slowly rising to look into the office, two bright crimson circles adorn each of their faces as they focus in on Lex and Slade. 

“Lex…” Slade’s voice is low as he practically whispers into Lex’s ear, somehow the utterance of the short name harbours so much confusion and apprehension. 

Lex, however, has a vastly different reaction to the scene.

Lex breaks from his pose with Slade and rushes towards his desk, practically ripping off one of the drawers as he searches for a remote. His fingers graze the metal of the control before it’s grasped tightly in his hand as he yanks it out of the desk drawer. He presses one of the unlabeled buttons as he points it towards the window. One of the panes at the end of the window slowly retracts into the wall, the wind and rain from the outside find the newly exposed entrance and happily welcome themselves in. Rain pools on the floor at the edge of the wall as the two figures slowly turn their gaze towards the new opening. 

Slade rushes to Lex’s side only for the smaller man to run to the window to yell something out of it. Between Lex’s exhausted state and the roaring storm outside, his horse voice barely reaches the two shadowed beings but it echoes in the office.

“GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE NOW!!” 

The smaller of the two flyers flinches when Lex yells and starts to back away but the larger of the two puts a hand on his back, holding him in grasp as they move towards the window. 

Slade goes and grabs Lex by the back of the shirt, pulling the tired man back in from the opening before he’s either forced out by the strong pulls of the winds or before he simply slips on the water and falls out. 

It’s then that the two men finally enter their topfloor CEO office that Lex and Slade have been occupying for the better part of two hours. 

Conner enters first, his black hair wet as it clings to the side of his head, a weak smile plastered on his face as he looks towards the waiting men. Clark follows close behind him, his large hand wiping his sodden hair out of his face as he lets out a soft shiver. Even if the change in temperature wasn’t exactly uncomfortable for him, it doesn’t mean that he didn’t notice it. Clark takes the briefest moment to look back out the open window before it starts to close, his attention suddenly shifting elsewhere as he hears two panicked voices cry out. 

“Conner!” “Kon!” 

Conner is immediately enveloped in a hug from both men. Lex’s lanky arms wrap around his son’s tall frame as Slade drapes his one good arm over the shoulders. Conner accepts it, his arms coming up to hug Lex back while he reciprocates the slight head nuzzle he’s getting from Slade. Unbothered by the wetness or shrill cold, the pair hold their son tightly. Slade presses a kiss to the side of the teens head, his shoulders once again shaking but this time it’s accompanied by happy tears.

“You better never, ever, do that again! We were so worried about you!” What should have been anger is instead replaced by relief…and that’s absolutely terrifying to the young clone considering it’s coming from Slade. 

“Are you alright?! Are you hurt? What happened? Where were you?! Are you alright?!” Lex is the first to break their embrace. He pulls himself back as he inspects his son. Checking his arms, his face, everything as he looks for any sign of injury Conner could have. But what betrays Lex’s words of worry is the way he asks. His questions are laced with outrage but it seems like he’s managing to keep it down...for now. 

“Dad! Pops! Knock it off! I’m fine!” Conner tries to pull himself from Slade’s still firm hold and Lex’s searching hands and prying eyes. 

Slade reluctantly lets go, pulling back to stand near Lex as he looks Conner over for himself. His amber eye wide, the sides of his face still tear stained from earlier, and his face far too soft for Conner’s liking. Lex on the other hand has his arms crossed over his chest, his grey eyes jumping from place to place on Conner’s body like he’s taking a mental inventory. 

It’s then the realization hits him. 

“OH FUCK NO!” Conner jumps, his body staying in the air as he looks down at the pair, his face eyes wide and his jaw clenched as he watches his fathers. “Clark, take me back!! Slade’s been crying! That’s how I know I’m in deep shit!!” 

“You’re not going anywhere! Conner, feet, floor, now!” Lex points at the ground as he barks out that order, Slade taking the chance to wipe his face quickly before he throws a glare at Clark, practically begging the big blue jackass to do something, not like Slade could do anything about it given his current state but still, it makes him feel better. Clark’s hands shoot up defensively as he softly shakes his head, trying to show he has no intention to do anything.

“Conner, maybe…maybe listen to your…dad?” Clark can’t lie, it sounds very weird to say that aloud. He’s still unsure how he feels about the whole ‘Oh, Superboy is a clone of you that Lex Luthor made using your DNA and his own. And by the way he’s raising the clone as his own son with him and his totally evil not evil boyfriend that’s tried to kill you before.’ but Lex reached out for help when he couldn’t find Conner…And Clark can’t say he doesn’t have affection for the kid and it’s not like Lex would do that lightly. 

Conner sighs softly before he slowly floats down, his wet boots making the softest tap against the floor as he lands. His bright eyes cast towards the floor, his gaze focusing on the small drops of water that fall from his hair as he waits to be berated but it doesn’t happen. He was fully expecting Lex and Slade to start chewing himi out the second he came home. They had to be pissed off if they got Clark involved. 

“Kon, you’re sure you’re alright?” Slade’s words are far too soft for comfort. Conner is used to Slade being the brash one, the overly gentle way he’s speaking is far scarier than if Slade was to just yell at him. 

“Yeah…I’m fine, Pops…” Conner looks up to Slade with a soft smile, trying to elicit any sympathy he can from Lex who he knows is watching him like a hawk right now. 

As he watches from a distance, Clark can’t help but match that smile. It’s actually really reassuring to see Slade of all people be so gentle and caring. Too bad it only lasts for a few seconds. 

Slade slaps the back of Conner’s head with his good side as hard as he can before he yells.

“THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! SNEAKING OUT LIKE THAT, ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!” 

Conner takes the hit like it’s nothing, squawking out as he reaches up to rub the back of his head while he pouts. It didn’t hurt. Everyone there knows it didn’t hurt but like hell if he’s not going to try to gain some semblance of sympathy. Mostly from Clark, which to Conner’s credit, does sort of work. 

“Hey! Slade, come on don’t hit hi-”

“Stay out of this, Kent!” Now it’s Lex’s turn to snip. He reaches up roughly and grabs ahold of one of Conner’s ears, tugging the boy down—well Conner let’s him tug him—just enough to hold some remnant of authority over his kid. 

“AH! Dad! Let go! This is embarrassing!” Conner’s head is ducked lightly but he’s able to turn it just enough to the side to look at Clark for help. “Dad Two, help! See how they treat me?!” 

“DAD TWO?!” Lex and Slade couldn’t have said that in such perfect unison again if they practiced for a hundred years. 

“Come on you two…It-it was a joke! Conner, tell them it was a joke…please!” Despite the strength he could easily have over the two men, Clark does flinch when he sees the new round of death glares coming from Conner’s parents. 

“AHH! DAD! Ear!” Conner begs again and this time Lex does actually let go just so he can point at Clark.

“You!” Lex starts, his arm shakes angrily as he points while his brow furrows as he looks at Clark. A heavy sigh comes from him as his shoulders drop and he brings his hand to face as he rubs his eyes tiredly. “I-I guess…I guess I have to say thank you…You-You did find him…” Lex spits through clenched teeth. 

“I-Oh! Yeah, uh…I-I guess you’re…welcome?” Clark asks as he gently shrugs his shoulder and a nervous smile spreads across his face. 

Lex’s nails dig into his palm as he makes his hands into his fists when he hears Clark’s far too saccharine laugh but he tries to bury his disdain for the man.

“Anyway!” Slade snaps, his eye gives Clark a quick hate filled updown before he looks back to his son. “You are so fucking grounded!” 

“Aww man…” Conner huffs as he pouts, his arms crossing over his chest in a begrudging acceptance. 

Lex watches Slade before giving Conner another quick onceover and then he turns back towards Clark. 

“Where was he and what was he doing?” Lex crosses over to Clark, seemingly uncaring of the size and power difference between them as he demands answers. Answers that apparently Conner doesn’t want them to know.

“NOTHING!” The teen realizes that almost certainly not the tone someone who was doing nothing would use so he clears his throat before he tries again. “I was doing nothing! Just…chilling. I wanted to get some air.” It’s a bold face lie and everyone there knows it.

“You wanted to get some air at like 3 in the morning when it’s storming?” Lex doesn’t even turn back to look at Conner as he asks. 

“We’re putting a fucking tracker in him!” Slade demands, arm up in the air as he yells to the room.

“He already has one! That’s how we knew he was in Gotham but this jackass could get him quicker than we possibly could!” Lex snaps, throwing his thumb back towards Clark who looks mildly hurt at the rudeness.

“I don’t want another tracker!”

“I’m not a jackass…And I-I don’t think you should put a tracker on him! It’s kinda messed up…Just_Just if you’re reading the room about it…” Clark fiddles with the hem of his cape as he speaks, gulping again when Lex glares up at him again. 

“Shut up, Clark.” 

“Why-why did you say my name like it was a slur…?” 

“Because it is one.” Slade says from across the room, his hand now resting on Conner’s shoulder to implore the teen not to try and run away again. 

“Aww, come on guys that’s just kinda mean…” 

“Shut the fuck up, Clark.” 

Clark looks down at Lex like a kicked puppy. He knows Lex doesn’t like him but he genuinely thought that through exposure therapy with him Lex might be just a little less aggressive over time but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

“You guys should be nicer to Clark. He’s chill” Conner starts, his eyes looking from Lex’s shocked expression back to Slade’s disgusted one before he finally lands on Clark’s who just gives him a pleasant smile. 

“Aww…Thanks, Conner.” 

“SHUT UP CLARK!” “SHUT IT!” The in sync grievances only earn a sad hrm from Clark and a slight cackle from Conner.

“Everybody knock it off!” Lex demands, stamping his foot on the ground to cry and gather the collective attention of the room back to him. “I still haven’t gotten an answer from Conner. Or you.” Another quick glare is thrown at Clark. “On where exactly he was.” Lex finishes as he turns back to look at Conner who looks surprisingly close to breaking. 

“I was…doing…drugs?” Conner practically asks the room if that’s a good excuse before Slade slaps the back of his head again. 

“Conner!” Clark, believing him for some damn reason, scolds. “You do not need to be doing drugs!” 

“He wasn’t doing fucking drugs, he’s lying! His body composition is resistant to them! They wouldn’t do anything to him even if he was telling the truth!” Slade corrects in such a tone that makes it sound like he’s scolding Clark for not knowing that about his son, even though there would be no way for Clark to know that beforehand. 

“Conner Luthor, why were you in Gotham?” Lex finally turns to look at Conner, his hands clasped behind his back as he walks towards back over to Conner and Slade. Clark floating close behind unintentionally, interested enough in the answer to approach without second guessing if he should be involved in the conversation to begin with. 

“I…God damn, it!” Conner whines, rolling his eyes before he pouts more. 

“Conner, language!” Clark interjects, much to Lex’s chagrin and Slade’s annoyance. 

“Don’t you police my son’s language!” Lex gripes, jumping slightly when he realizes just how close Clark is. 

“Yeah! You fucking asshole!” Slade complains, only to lightly slap the back of Conner’s head again. “But watch your fucking language, Kon.” 

“You swear way worse than me!” 

“Conner, answer the question. Where were you and what were you doing?” Lex demands, his eyes landing on Conner’s face as he’s ready to scan his son’s face for any sign of deceit. 

“I…I was meeting somebody…” 

A collective of ‘Huhs?!’ fill the room as the three adults look at Conner. 

“What do you mean you were meeting someone!? You don’t know people!” Lex’s eyes are wide as he tries to wrap his head around what Conner just admitted to him. 

“Conner, I didn’t think Lex let you go into Gotham to help people…How did you meet somebody in Gotham of all places?” 

“Wait wait, you two dorks are missing context here.” Slade starts, his hand on Conner’s shoulder turning his son to look up at him more. “Conner, what kind of meeting someone was this?” 

The blush that dusts Conner’s cheeks gives it away instantly.

Slade’s expression instantly changes. His concern turns to pure elation. His eye brightens and a wide grin spreads across his face.

“Oh fuck yeah! My boy was getting pussy!!” Slade’s voice practically echoes off the walls as he laughs happily.

“Slade! He’s way too young for that!!” 

“I-I kind of agree with you on this, Lex…” 

“I do not need you to agree with me!” Lex shouts, his eye twitches as he looks at Slade and Conner, unsure of who to be more upset with at this moment. Conner for already seeking…realtionships… or Slade for seemingly condoning it. “Slade!! Stop it! He’s way too young for this sort of thing! He’s not ready for girls!” 

“Fuck that, Lex! Our boy was sneaking out to meet a girl, how can I not be fucking proud?! Just cause you two didn’t get your cherry popped till late college doesn’t mean Conner shouldn’t have fun! God, I’m so fucking proud of you! You better be using condoms, all I’m gonna say. How’d ya meet her, huh?” Slade prattles off excitedly, almost a little too ecstatic that Conner’s already exploring things.

“Slade, Conner shouldn’t have a girlfriend yet!”

“I-I also think it’s way too early.” Clark steps in, trying to get a read on the direction the energy in the room is going to take but failing. 

“Nobody asked you, farm boy!” Slade quips back before he sees the look Lex is giving him. “What, Lexi? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Pretty soon all three adults are going back and forth. Lex argues that it’s too soon for Conner to date anyone but being annoyed that Clark is on his side while Slade is annoyed that neither of them are excited for their son to have found someone. It also doesn’t help that Clark keeps overstepping. Even going so far as to call Conner his ‘sort of son too.’ 

“Slade, he is not ready for a girlfriend!”

“Lex, why are you taking Clark’s side! He doesn’t get a say in our son!”

“Isn’t he kind of mine too…? I mean he has my DNA and he is my clone!”

“That is not the conversation we are having right now! He is our son, Clark! Mine and Slade’s!”

“Yeah! And I say MY SON can have a girlfriend!”

The bickering continues before Conner breaks it with a rousing declaration.

“IT’S NOT A GIRL!!”

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“...FUCK YEAH, MY SON GOT SOME DICK!”

“SLADE!!”

[acenanxious]

Guys I'm so excited, I'm gonna have like nearly a full week off starting tomorrow after working way too many days in a row with no break so I'm finally gonna have time and energy to finish and post my new round of MAWS Slex and Invincible fics. And I'm gonna make more little Slex doodles cause they've got new looks for S3. I'm so excited 🥹

[idntsmke]

temp account

so i found out my tumblr account (juiicebox_)was deleted off the face of the earth,, so hey slex community im still alive, and until further notice ill be posting here... enjoy this sketch of the s3 designs that were teased in the trailer --

i do wanna draw Kon-El btw so stay tuned..

[acenanxious]

Slex lovers we didn't lose a soldier! Tumblr is just a dick! Juiicebox is alive and well!!

[acenanxious]

I needed to make another one of this since we got new Slex visuals for S3. I'm so happy to have more of these shitty toxic gays

[acenanxious]

Reblogging the old one too lolol

[acenanxious]

I needed to make another one of these since we got new Slex visuals for S3. I'm so happy to have more of these shitty toxic gays

[codiecoda]

thoughts on the new peak at lex and slade we got in the season 3 trailer that just dropped?

I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THIS WAS A THING AND YOU HAD ME IMMEDIATELY LOOKING UP THE TRAILER 😭

@acenanxious DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?! WE NEED TO DISCUSS THIS ASAP BRO!

(Edit: my apologies. It JUST came out. 😭 I thought the time said 10 days ago not ten minutes ago)

ALEX.. MY BOY... WTF 😭 This haircut is not doing it for me but I would like to believe he's following in Ivo's footsteps especially with that fucking chain around his neck.

Slade is looking nice but I'm missing the fun loving hairstyle. I'm interested in seeing how he broke his arm.

It's giving bodyguard x CEO having his quarter life crisis and I'm living for it and now I'm going to go write some more fanfic...

[acenanxious]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

[acenanxious]

making a Slade version of the blushy little goober to go with my Lex one but I’m too tired to finish it tonight, this is how he looks in my gallery and it’s too funny not to share so here’s the unfinished fucker

[acenanxious]

Lex Luthor and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Beach Day(s) ((Slex))

Alright, holy shit this was way more than I was expecting this to be! Thanks to @juiiceb0x and @codiecoda for inspiring me to write my own little Summer Slex fic (though this turned into a loooongggg boy... We've got a generous helping of fluff and smut down below!

18+ There's lots of smut in this baby mixed in. tw: biting, food play, outdoor sex, semi-public, mentions of riding crop usage, threats of breath play, cockrings, orgasm denial

Lex and Slade head off on a beach vacation but everyday something seems to go wrong.

What was intended to be a nice vacation had somehow spiraled into a tale of tragic— yet comical— misadventures for Lex. But we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves here. 

The five day coastal escape was supposed to be a relaxing and romantic break from Metropolis and all the troubles that could find him there. After finishing an in-depth development phase for a slew of new weapons, Lex figured he’d earned the time off. And what better way to spend that free time from work than to go on a nice getaway with his boyfriend for a bit of rest and relaxation. 

Everything was going well on day one, even if it was a little less than ideal. The beachfront property Lex had rented for their stay was nice! It was almost exactly like the listing had described it and the view their private beach gave them was nothing to sneer at either. Slade was particularly happy with the deck with both a hot tub and a grill for the two to use. The only downside was a swell of bad weather that acted as their welcoming committee. 

Water drips from the edges of Lex’s wet hair as he looks out the window, a towel draped over his body as he watches the waves crash against the beach while dark storm clouds literally rain on their plans. The loud thud of the front door echoes through the staged dwelling as Slade lugs in the last of their bags from the car. If Lex had gotten soaked then Slade might as well have been drowned. 

“Well, that should be everything we need from the car. Save for the beach chairs but I think those’ll survive the night out there.” Slade rather gently places Lex’s work bag— though he’s a touch mad Lex even brought it— while he carelessly throws his duffle onto the hardwood floor before he crosses the room over to Lex. 

“Thanks but you know I could’ve helped get that stuff too” Lex meets him halfway with a towel but Slade declines to reach for it, instead he wraps his arms around Lex’s body and pulls the smaller man closer with a grin on his face. “Oh god damn it! Slade you’re fucking drenched, let go!” 

A chuckle slips from Slade as he just tightens his hold more before he speaks. “Not a damn chance, Luthor. You’re already wet, what’s the problem?” 

Lex struggles in Slade’s arms for a brief moment before he gives up, resigning himself to the wet hug as he looks up at the man holding him captive. “I’m sorry…” 

Slade pulls a face and cocks his head to the side, sodden white hair clings to his forehead and cheeks as he raises an eyebrow. “What the hell are you apologizing for? Did you make a machine that controls the weather and just not tell me or…?” The dulcet tone keeps the mood loose and playful as Slade awaits an answer. Something is clearly biting at Lex but Slade doesn’t know what could have already set the auburn haired male off. 

“This is a shitty way to start the vacation.” Lex explains, his head turned back towards a window, his grey eyes matching the storm clouds as another stripe of lightning paints the sky for a fleeting moment. 

“Oh quit your pouting!” Slade rolls his eye and lifts Lex in the hug before he spins the two of them around, capturing Lex’s lips in a quick kiss before the lifted male can argue or retort. Breaking the sloppy quick kiss, Slade presses his wet forehead against Lex’s as he lowers him.

“I’m not pouting! I was just hoping the weather would be nicer is all.” With feet planted firmly on the ground, Lex takes the affectionate headtouch as he meets Slade’s gaze. The flirty smile plastered across Slade’s face does ease Lex’s nerves a little, he was hoping the vacation would be smooth sailing from the jump and the weather taking a dark turn so early threw him, but it doesn’t seem like it’s shaken Slade’s confidence in the excursion. 

“So what? It’s the beach, Lex. The weather is shit one minute and nice the next. We’re away from work, we’ve got this nice ass beachhouse all to ourselves, and we both need to change clothes…Pretty good start I’d say.” Slade’s excitement isn’t lost on Lex as he finds himself being slowly tugged towards one of the bedrooms. 

The soft chuckle Lex makes only acts as encouragement for Slade. “You’re insatiable, you know that right?” 

“Shut up, you love it” Another kiss is pressed into Lex’s lip quickly as Slade backs them into a bedroom. 

Slade wasn’t really wrong about the weather changing in an instant. The two spent the night christening the new bed and just enjoying each other’s company and by morning the storm from the night before was long gone. Dark clouds gave way to a beautiful sky that was painted with vibrant oranges and pinks as the sun crests from beyond the water's horizon. Slade has already happily made himself at home on the desk, his built frame leaning against the railing as he holds a mug of coffee in his hand and looks out towards the water. He either didn’t hear the sliding door open or simply chose to ignore it knowing it was just Lex stepping out to meet him. 

“You’re up early.” Slade plainly states before he goes to take a sip of his coffee, only to have to choke down spitting it out when he feels a hand roughly smack him on the ass. A few sputtering coughs and a surprised cackle later, Slade’s turning his head to look at Lex with an amused look. “The fuck was that for? You want round two already?” 

Lex smiles softly, his elbows resting on the thick wooden plank of the deck railing as he shrugs. “Wouldn’t it be more like round seven?” A slightly embarrassed grin pulls at his lips as he asks but Slade only smirks proudly. 

“Surprised you can walk after all that, not gonna lie.” 

“You only topped 4 times! We’ve done way worse than that and I’ve been fine. Have a little faith, Wilson.” Lex basks in the calming atmosphere that’s surrounding them, the dull crashing of the waves casting themselves against the break of the sand is lull Lex into a zen state as he sips his coffee. 

“True…Gotta be honest, my back and ass still hurts a little.” Slade’s smirking as he teases, watching Lex’s cheeks darken when he realizes just what Slade’s referring to. 

“You wanted the riding crop so don’t complain that you got it.” 

“Excuse you, I was giving you a compliment!” Slade nudges Lex’s arm gently as he laughs, his gaze still lingering on the flustered man’s reddened cheeks.

Lex tosses his head to the side, trying to shake away any embarrassment he might feel from Slade bringing up some of their antics from last night. 

They spend a few minutes in a comfortable silence, the only sounds in the air from the waves against the shoreline and the distant squawks of seabirds. 

That morning of contentment is the last time things would go ‘right’ for Lex Luthor these next few days. 

Their first full day on the beach ends with Lex getting sunburnt but only on one of his shoulders. The rest of his body is perfectly fine, a little colored from the sun but not like his left shoulder! It’s not like he didn’t wear sunscreen, it just seems like someone— looking at you Slade— missed rubbing it in properly on Lex’s left shoulder. Lex however made sure not to miss a single inch of Slade’s body so the bigger man is totally fine, pale skin seemingly adapting well to the harsh rays of the sun. 

Later that night at dinner Slade doesn’t miss the glares Lex keeps shooting his way each time he hisses in pain when he moves his shoulder. 

“I really thought I got all the sunscreen! It’s not my fault you're so damn pale that your skin just eats through it!”

“That’s not remotely close to how sunscreen works, Slade.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Besides, it’s not that bad! You can just put a little extra on it and stay out of the sun a little more tomorrow. Tomorrow we’re just gonna go walk up and down the boardwalk and piers right? You can wear a shirt and keep it covered.”

Slade actually has a point, they intended to alternate their days between beach days and town outings. They’ve got their own private little beach access and there aren’t actually any other beach houses beside them that are currently in use on either side of them, so they’ve got a decent amount of privacy. The boardwalk and piers are rather close too, not too far from their house so they can get there by just walking along the coast instead of driving. It’s actually a perfect set up to switch between staying close and exploring out. 

“Fine…But you’re on thin ice, Mister."

Slade scoffs but says nothing, knowing damn well that Lex’s sour mood is simply a front. He’s well aware that Lex is feigning annoyance, if he wasn’t he wouldn’t have gotten off so easily. 

“I know how I can make it up to you~” The melodious way Slade’s words hit Lex’s ear piques the bespeckled man’s interest. 

Lex raises an eyebrow as he looks over at Slade, who's simply smirking at him in turn. He knows damn well that Slade’s offering something, he just isn’t sure what. Lex already turned down the man for a fuck in the hottub, god knows how unsanitary that would be, but nothing else there’s nothing Lex asked for that Slade turned down— not here anyway.

“What are you getting at, Slade?” 

Slade’s smirk only grows. The two are separated by the dining table, each seated on either side of the hard maple table as they face one another. But if Slade gets his way that’s not going to be the case for much longer. 

Lex can only watch as Slade slips down from his seat and ducks under the table; it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Slade forces Lex’s chair further from the table so he can sit on his knees better in front of Lex. 

“Slade…” It’s not a question nor a warning, it’s just Lex testing the waters by calling out Slade’s name to gauge if this is really going where he thinks this is. 

“What?” The persuasive tone in the delivery of that one word alone is enough to get Lex more than a little excited and Slade knows it. Strong hands gently squeeze Lex’s thighs before they trail forward and find their way to the waistband of Lex’s pants. 

“Not that I’m unwilling but we are eating dinner…” Voice unsure and unsteady, Lex’s grey eyes watch as Slade’s nimble fingers tease along his waist band before the hook around the top of them and lightly tug them down. One hand snakes further and gingerly frees Lex’s quickly hardening cock from its fabric prison. 

“True but who says I’m not in the mood for dessert instead?” Slade’s tongue sneaks out to wet his bottom lip as his hand slowly moves up and down, his ears not missing the soft pants spilling from Lex’s lips from above him. 

To soothe his noises, Lex bites his bottom lip while one of his hands grip the edge of the table, his short nails scraping against the smooth finish. Now fully erect from Slade’s teasing, Lex opens the eyes he didn’t even realize he’d forced shut to look down at Slade who was drinking in the sight before him. 

“I love how fucking good you look from down here, Lexi….” Trailing off, Slade pushes his head further to take Lex into his mouth at an achingly slow pace. Tongue grazing along the bottom of Lex’s shaft as he moves himself closer. 

Lex’s free hand finds the back of Slade’s head, fingers lacing themselves throughout the white locks as he throws his head back in bliss. Slade’s never given bad head and he doubts the man’s about to start now. A hand roughly squeezes Lex’s thigh as Slade finally takes Lex in his mouth fully, waiting for just a second before he pulls back, purposefully emphasizing his panting and moaning to get to Lex more. 

“Oh fuck…” Lex’s shaky breaths stream past his lips as Slade’s provocative sounds linger in the air. Lulling his head to the side, Lex looks down at Slade with heavy half-lidded eyes to watch his boyfriend work. 

Once the sensitive head leaves Slade’s mouth he swipes his tongue across the tip, applying extra pressure across the slit to rip more mewls out of Lex. Saliva coats the head and a loose string of it still connected to Slade’s tongue when he takes Lex in again. Each bob of Slade’s head calculated as he coaxes more and more of Lex’s precum out of his needy member. 

Lex tightens his grip around Slade’s hair and tugs it roughly, encouraging the man to go faster but Slade doesn’t react. He knows all too well that that means Lex is getting closer but he has no intention of giving him relief that soon. Slade likes giving head as much as he likes getting it, he’s not about to start negotiating against himself here. 

Pulling his head off with an audible pop, Slade rewraps his hand around Lex’s spit and precum coated cock and lazily gives the begging man a few strokes before he speaks. 

“What’s up, Lexi? Didn’t like it?” Drool dirties the corners of Slade’s mouth as he speaks and he takes the chance to rub it off on Lex’s pant leg just to be a dick, but Lex doesn’t even seem to care. Only one thing is on his mind at the moment.

“Why-why’d you stop?!” The pleading tone would break Slade’s heart if it didn’t get him so hard. 

“You pulled my hair, I thought you wanted me off~” There’s that shitty sing-songy voice that Slade only uses when he wants to get a rise out of Lex— and it never fails. 

“No! I wanted to get off, not for you to get off!” Lex bucks his hips against Slade’s hand to try and force a faster pace but it’s little consolation for being deprived of Slade’s mouth. 

“Oh! Well, my mistake. I guess that me-hmmph! M-Mhmmm…” 

Whatever taunt Slade had loaded, Lex wasn’t in the mood to hear. Instead of waiting for Slade to restart, Lex takes hold of the back of Slade’s head and forces himself back into Slade’s mouth. He would have felt bad about the action but Slade’s throaty moan around him tells Lex that he’s got nothing to apologize for. 

“I’m not in the mood for teasing, Slade. If you’re making it up to me for the shoulder thing, you’re making it up to me but being a good little cocksleeve, alright?” Lex’s stern voice is accompanied by a firm hold on Slade’s head that keeps him in place. “You-You can set the pace but-but you’re not saying another fucking word till I cum down your throat…” The sternness in Lex’s voice all but vanishes after he finally releases his hold of Slade’s head. Even with his cock down Slade’s throat, Lex swears he can see the other man flash him a pleased grin before he continues. 

Despite his best efforts,Lex doesn't last much longer. Slade knows all the best ways to undo Lex and he’s fully intent on using the extent of his arsenal. His tongue swirls and caresses the most sensitive parts of Lex’s cock and every few thrusts he tilts his head to the side to brush Lex’s tip against the inside of his cheek.

Lex’s erratically thrusting hips and the ample supply of pre-cum that Slade tastes tells him that Lex is so very close and he knows just the thing to force him over the edge. Anticipating this being his final bob, Slade deepthroats Lex again and the second he feels Lex’s tip near the back of his throat he feigns like he’s gagging. His strong hands gripping both of Lex’s legs, his body tensing, and forced fake gag sound rips through his throat and mouth and full sends Lex. 

“Ohf-fuck!” Lex’s nails dig into Slade’s scalp as he cums straight down Slade’s throat, thick seed coating Slade’s tongue and filling his mouth as he happily accepts what Lex is giving him. Lex’s shoulders shake as his breath shutters out, his leg bouncing restlessly as Slade coaxes more cum from Lex’s softening member. 

Slade feels Lex try and scoot his chair back, attempting to separate them before Slade’s ready. A single hand shoots forward and roughly grabs onto Lex’s hip, forcing the pair to stay just as they are while Slade loudly gulps down Lex’s cum. 

“Fu-fuck, Slade that-that’s enough…I-I’m done…” Lex brings his hand to the front of Slade’s head and tries to force him off by pushing his forehead but Slade doesn’t budge. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Lex shifts in his seat uncomfortably as Slade’s free hand trails up and teases at the hem of his shirt. He knew damn well this could lead to more but he wasn’t expecting Slade to work on overstimulating him first. 

The hand that’s teasing Lex’s shirt finally slips underneath the fabric and presses against Lex’s flesh, the sudden contact forcing a jolt from the smaller man. Between that little jump and Lex’s increasingly pathetic whines Slade finds his mercy. As he pulls his head back, the thumb that’s pressed against Lex’s side gingerly rubs along the skin as Slade flashes Lex a proud smile. A small dribble of cum rolls down from the corner of his mouth as he leans his head against Lex’s still bouncing leg.

“Did that make up for it?” Slade can’t help the smallest sliver of pride that swells in his chest when he sees just how many times Lex has to blink to get himself to refocus. 

“Wh-what…? Oh, oh yeah…” Lex shakes his head again as he sits up straighter in his chair, Slade finally letting go of his hip so he can put a bit more distance between the two. 

“Well, I’m sooo glad I made up for my little hiccup earlier” Slade’s hand teases Lex’s warm skin before he pulls it out from under the shirt, and as it passes Lex’s pants he unceremoniously tugs the waistband upwards to cover Lex. “But…” Trailing off, Slade pushes Lex’s chair out more before he stands up. “Maybe now it’s time for your dessert?” 

Only when Slade fully stands up does Lex realize that blowjob was just as exciting for Slade as it was for him. He doesn’t need to be asked twice. Lex forces himself upwards, hand snaking around the back of Slade’s neck to pull him into a kiss before he forces Slade down onto the dining table, the dinner they were eating before long discarded off to the side in service of something else filling. 

The next morning the pair get a little later of a start than they meant to. Instead of an early morning walk down to the boardwalk, they settled for a nice cozy day in and head down to the beach for a walk in the early afternoon. Hand in hand, the pair walk along the beach close to the water’s edge, Slade on the side closer to the water while Lex is sandbound. The dark orange boardshorts Slade’s wearing are in stark contrast to his black tank top that perfectly frames his built figure. Lex’s light purple shorts are still a little damp thanks to Slade tackling him into the water right before they started their way down the shoreline. The white and green patterned overshirt was thankfully spared since he hadn't put it on yet, though his grey tank is also less than ideally dry. 

“You know this is actually really nice, I didn’t realize the beach house was within walking distance to the boardwalk.” Lex comments, his eyes scanning the nearby scenery as they walk, the tide washing briskly over their sandal adorned feet before it retreats backwards.

“Right? Fucking lucky find, man. Lucky break on the weather too” Slade’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he manages to slip his hand from Lex’s to reach for the device. 

“That better not be work.” Lex scolds, his hand missing Slade’s as he tucks it into the pockets of his shorts. 

“Pffft, says the jackass that brought his work computer on a vacation.” Slade taunts as types a few quick lines before he tucks the phone back into his pocket. 

“Well I haven’t used it! And it’s not like it’s here with me now, is it?” The second he can, Lex reaches his hand out for Slade’s seemingly overly eager to hold his boyfriend’s hand—looks like Lex is a bit of a sucker for those romantic walks along the beach. 

Slade happily takes Lex’s hand back in his own, fingers laced together as they continue their stroll. The day off to what would be considered a pretty good start, until another wave of shit luck slams directly into Lex.

Calm waves roll along the shore, the water inadvertently hiding a hole right along Lex’s path. Some kid or creature must’ve dug it earlier in the day and neglected to fill it in. One foot in the hole and down goes Lex. His loose grip on Slade’s hand does little to save him from his own misfortune—or the universe playing some sick joke. Face first into the wet sand. 

“Oh, god damn it!” Lex sputters out as he spits sand from his mouth, his hand reaching up to dust off the wet clumps still sticking to his face. As he’s swiping at his face his hand brushes against his glasses, one of the lenses coming loose and falling to the ground. “Shit, shit no!” Lex’s hands scramble to grab the rouge lens but another wave comes and washes the lens into the sea. 

Slade wasn’t stagnant during that whole scene. The second Lex fell he went down to check on him but everything happened so quickly that Slade wasn’t much help in trying to retrieve the lens from the sand’s surface. 

“God fucking damn it…” Lex’s shoulders dip and his head hanging down, his eyes closed in annoyance as he lets out an exasperated sigh. 

Slade doesn’t exactly know what to say so he stays quiet, instead he places a hand on Lex’s shoulder…big mistake. Lex lets out a pained hiss at the contact and flinches away, Slade had completely forgotten the burn that plagued Lex’s left shoulder. 

“Shit! Sorry, sorry! Are you alright?” Slade’s expecting a bit of a chewing out—since he did grab the sunburn—but it never comes. Sure, Lex isn’t happy but he’s not about to take it out on Slade. 

“It doesn’t hurt that bad, I’m just pissed about my fucking glasses!” Lex lifts himself from the ground, pleasantly surprised that his ankle made it out unscathed from the whole ordeal. 

Slade puts his hand on the lower part of Lex’s back as he leads him further up the beach, his head turned back towards the direction they came from. 

“Listen, I know you’ve got your backups at the house, right? I can run back and grab them for you. You just wait here for me.” 

“Why? I can just walk back with you.” Lex takes off the broken pair and holds them in one hand, staying close to Slade as they walk slowly since he can’t see. 

“Babe, we were walking for like 20 minutes and I was slowing my pace for you. No offense but that’s a shit ton of time wasted running back and forth. Plus…you’re gonna be a lot slower without your glasses. You always take shorter steps when you can’t see.” 

“But that means I’m gonna be waiting here for like an hour without you!” 

“Not if I fucking run it, Lex. You gotta remember, only one of us is a fucking dork.” Lex can barely make out the confident smile Slade flashes him as Slade forces Lex to sit down on the beach. “You just stay right here, ok? I’ll be back in a few.” 

“There’s no convincing you to let me walk with you, is there?” Lex already knows the answer. Slade isn’t even wrong either, it doesn’t make sense for both of them to double back to get his glasses then head back here. Slade would be faster just to run it himself then come back, but that doesn’t mean Lex has to like being alone for that long. 

“No fucking chance. Just sit tight, I’ll be back soon.” With that last reassurance Slade takes off back towards the house. This beach is nice enough so it’s not exactly a terrible place to sit for a few minutes but it doesn’t make the whole thing any less bearable. Especially since the second Slade takes off Lex can hear a few ladies nearby practically cat-call his boyfriend. 

The whole time Slade is gone Lex is practically pouting, his knees to his chest with his arms wrapped around them as he watches the waves roll against the beach. Slade isn’t gone for nearly as long as Lex thought he would be. Once he’s back with the retrieved spare glasses the two continue on their way to the boardwalk.  

The time spent at the boardwalk was actually rather enjoyable, they spent both more time and money between all the shops and sweets Slade was determined to try but it’s not like Lex minds. Slade ended up earning his keep simply by retrieving Lex’s glasses from the beach house in less than an hour, so he deserves as many treats as he wants. Plus Slade makes a much better packmule than Lex so he’s also tasked with carrying all the goodies the pair bought that day. Slade really doesn’t mind playing packmule cause it gives him a chance to flex just how big his biceps are, something he knows Lex loves to admire—though he’d never admit it. 

“You really don’t mind carrying all that back to the house? It looks like a lot.” Lex wonders, taking the chance to take a lick of the ice cream he and Slade are sharing as they head back to their temporary home. 

“It looks like a lot because it is a lot, Babe. But nah, I don’t mind. I carry heavier weapons every day at work.” Slade’s a fucking liar. These bags are heavy as shit. They’re digging into his arm and he can feel his fucking shoulders aching but he is never going to tell Lex that. He’d rather pop two painkillers later in secret than dare to look like he can’t handle a few bags in front of his boyfriend. 

“Alright…If you say so.” Lex takes another lick before holding the ice cream up to Slade who happily takes a chomp of it. Lex cringes and makes a disgusted face at Slade, only doubling down on the facial expression when Slade takes another bite. “I can’t believe you bite your ice cream. That’s just sicko behavior, Wilson.” 

“You’re just weak-willed, Luthor.” Slade’s tongue presses into the corner of his mouth to lick up a stray bit of ice cream as they finally reach their residence. Slade tries his best to set the bags down without making it look like the weight being off of him is a huge relief, and thankfully it isn’t that hard since Lex wasn’t facing him. 

Lex plops himself down on the couch as he stretches his arms over his head, a content sigh leaving him as he relaxes further into the piece of furniture. Slade puts away the various foods and snacks they bought, including slipping a few surprise items behind things he knows Lex won’t go looking for. He’s got a few things planned for later and doesn’t want Lex to ruin the surprise for himself.

After dinner the pair find themselves out on the deck, the sun has long since set and a cool, salty seabreeze blows onto land, the night sky clear and the moon's full phase reflected off the still water’s surface. Lex’s back is to the water as he sits on the railing, his arms draped over Slade’s shoulders as they kiss. Standing between Lex’s parted legs, Slade’s got one arm tucked against Lex’s back while his other hand is cupping the side of Lex’s face. 

Slade roughly connects the two after every break, biting Lex’s lower lip excitedly while he grinds his crotch between Lex’s legs, smirking into their kiss when Lex returns to gesture. Tongue slipping past Slade’s lips, Lex forces his tongue under Slade’s, gasping softly when he feels Slade bite down teasing. It’s a sloppy and impassioned kiss, each movement met with a similar one from the other. Slade hooks his thumb into the waistband of Lex’s pants, teasing the now exposed flesh with a few soft strokes as he pulls the two apart. A thin string of saliva connects their bottom lips, Lex the first to break it as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. 

“You still taste sweet from earlier.” A humble chuckle tickles against Slade’s neck as Lex leans back in closer, warm lips pressing against the white-haired man’s slightly tanned skin. Lex peppers the crook of Slade’s neck with soft kisses, lips trailing upwards till he swipes his tongue across Slade’s face before he moves to nibbling his ear. 

With the plethora of soft hums and moans coming from Slade, you could honestly say he’s purring. Licking his lips in expectation, Slade goes to pull back from Lex to recapture his boyfriend’s lips again but he’s denied as Lex leans forward to keep them close. Lex’s teeth gently tug at Slade’s lobe as he lets out another soft giggle. 

“I love how clingy you are right now, it’s such a fucking turn on how you can’t keep those cute little lips off of me…” Slade starts, the hand that was on Lex’s face slowly roaming down to rub along Lex’s back as the man keeps kissing against him. “Any reason why you’re so eager to bite me tonight or am I just lucky?” 

“Missed-mhm-you-mhmf.” It’s muffled but Lex does answer between his kisses, his tongue striking out to wet Slade’s neck before he gently nibbles the skin. 

“Oh yeah…Fuck…” Slade holds Lex closer as he feels the man starts suckling and biting a hickey into his neck. “How-How’d you miss me? We were together all day?” 

Lex doesn’t answer, opting to pull Slade closer by entangling his fingers in some of Slade’s hair before he takes another bite of the male. Lex grinning against the skin when he hears the pleased mewls Slade doesn’t bother hiding. 

“You know if you’re so hung up on tasting me like this, I’ve got something you might like to try…” Slade’s words barely reach Lex’s ears, he’s too busy marking his boyfriend to really care about anything else at the moment. The only way Slade gets him to stop is when he forces Lex away, half-hearted protests stream from Lex but he lets it happen—begrudingly. 

“I’m not don-” “Shhhh…” Slade’s shushing cuts off Lex’s objections as he grips Lex’s ass and lifts him. Taking the hint, Lex ceases his complaining as he wraps his legs around Slade’s waist, knowing damn well the man has something up his sleeve. Slade roughly kicks the sliding door open enough to let them in, his hands currently too occupied with massaging Lex’s ass to dare leave just to open the door. 

Slade carries Lex to the guest bedroom, he intends to take full advantage of the fact they’ve got plenty of rooms to defile while they’re here. And this bout of fun is perfect for the guest bedroom. Slade throws Lex onto the bed and the latter wastes no time in removing his shirt but he stops just short of taking off his pants when he realizes Slade left the room. Lex looks around confused for a second before he goes to climb off the bed but he stops when he soon hears Slade coming back down the hall towards him. 

“I’ve got a few things I think you’re gonna love, baby.” If Slade was trying to hide his excitement he failed pretty spectacularly. Slade reenters the room just to be met with Lex pressing himself against him again, practically clamouring for Slade’s lips but being held just out of reach by one of Slade’s arms. “God, desperate is such a good fucking look on you, Lexi. I swear you’re making me fall for you more, you know that?” A plastic bag hangs off of one of Slade’s arm as he holds Lex, spinning the two of them around playfully before he roughly shoves Lex back towards the bed. 

“If you love me so much you’ll get your ass on the bed.” Leaning against the bed, Lex pushes his auburn hair from in front of his eyes before he cocks his head to the side, trying to get a better look at what exactly could be so important that he’d be playing hard to get right now. 

“Ah ah ah. No peeking, Lexi. Get on the bed and close your eyes.” Slade’s commanding voice sends a shiver down Lex’s spine. 

Doing as he’s told, Lex lifts himself onto the bed and scoots back a hair, closing his eyes and leaning back on his arms, his head tilted back up towards the ceiling as he waits. He can hear the unmistakable rustling of the plastic bag and the soft movement of Slade’s clothes being removed from his body, Lex can assume the soft thuds are Slade’s clothes being discarded onto the floor but he can’t be sure until he opens his eyes. 

“Just one more thing for you to do before we have our fun, Lexi. Keep those eyes closed but get those fucking pants off.” 

Lex laughs nervously but he complies, he unbuttons his pants and hastily tugs them down, getting his pants and underwear halfway down before he feels Slade’s strong hand grab his wrist roughly. 

“Pants off. Underwear stays on for now.” Slade’s whispered command won’t dare be ignored. If Lex wants his fun he’s gonna listen and God knows Slade gets off to the sight of Lex having to shamefully pull his underwear back up before he gleefully kicks off his pants, eager to find out what exactly Slade’s got in store for him. “Good boy…Very good boy.” That small ounce of praise somehow emboldens Lex.

“Come on, Slade. Quit stalling. I want you! If you make me wait too much longer I might just finish myself off.” An empty threat. They both know it. Even if Lex wanted to get himself off right now he knows he wouldn’t be able to, he’d be too busy being flustered about Slade not being involved. And Slade isn’t going to let Lex step foot out of this bedroom, not now. He’s way too excited about this. 

“You’re such a fucking liar…” Slade words soft and disarming, he’s not even scolding Lex he’s just plainly calling out the fib. A hand is roughly pressed against Lex’s chest and forces him down. He can feel the bed shift and squeal under Slade’s weight as the built man climbs onto the bed. Lex knows he’s practically right on top of him. The feeling of Slade’s bare knee brushing against his exposed thigh and the near intoxicating smell of lingering salty seabreeze ensures him that Slade has no intention of forcing distance anymore.  “I shouldn’t be rewarding such bad behavior…but you’re so sweet I’ll make an exception…” 

The emphasis on a certain word isn’t lost on Lex and he need only question the meaning behind the inflection for but a moment before he’s looped in on the surprise. 

A slow hiss pieces Lex’s ears before a sudden cold is pressed to his chest, his back instinctively arching as he tries to press whatever it is away from him as his eyes flutter open. The jerk of his body and the subsequent gasp that leaves him completely unintentional, all to the delight of Slade. The can of whipped cream clutched playfully in his hands as he watches Lex intensely. A line of the airy topping runs along Lex’s sternum as he looks at Slade in shock. 

“A-ha! Are you serious?! Slade, that’s so cold!” Lex goes to sit up on his elbows in protest but he stops when Slade straddles him. Slade’s nearly naked form towers over Lex, while he rests on his knees Slade slowly lowers himself closer to Lex’s chest. One hand presses firmly into the mattress while the other is still wrapped around the canister. The thick imprint of Slade’s hard cock unmissable as it’s hidden behind his black boxers. Dipping his head towards Lex’s chest, Slade’s outstretched tongue presses right below the start of the whipped cream in a taunting display of feigned hesitance. 

Lex’s chest heaves at the new presence, Slade’s single amber eye focusing on memorizing every expression Lex shows him. His pupils are so blown from excitement and expectation though Lex can’t focus on any one thing. His eyes keep darting from the cream on his chest to Slade’s face down to Slade’s tongue and everywhere else that dares capture his eyes' attention. 

Bracing forward with a grin, Slade slowly laps up the treat from Lex’s chest. Shuttered and wavering delighted moans rip themselves from Lex as Slade makes his way upwards. As he nears the end of the line, he slows his pace simply to tease Lex more. Once finished he flicks his tongue upwards and gives a satisfied sigh, his mouth still hanging open as he needfully pants while watching Lex. 

“My turn!” Lex again tries to force himself upwards but Slade isn’t budging. Trapped between Slade and the bed, Lex reaches for the can but it's forced just beyond his reach. “Slade! Come on! Share!” 

“Nah, ah ah. I lick the whipped cream off you, Lexi. But I can share…a little.” Slade presses the tip of the canister against Lex’s nipple roughly before he puts a dollop of the whipped cream on top of it. Dipping his head down, Slade scoops up the treat with his tongue before he moves upwards. With the cream still on his tongue, Slade feeds Lex the topping by kissing him. Whipped cream coating both of lips while Lex moans into the kiss, his tongue probing into Slade’s mouth desperate to taste them. Slade breaks the connection when all the whipped cream is gone, much to Lex’s chagrin. 

“More…” Desire laces the simple command, Lex’s cheeks flushed as he watches Slade with wild thirst. 

Slade reaches for something that’s just barely out of Lex’s field of vision. Seeing just how curious Lex is bolsters Slade’s eagerness. Rolling himself back onto his knees, Slade straightens himself as he brings a clear bottle with a thick liquid that almost perfectly matches his eye color. Lex’s grey eyes hone in on the bottle and he swallows hard before his mouth parts and he pants expectantly. 

“S-Slade…” 

“You know what this is, don’t you?” Teasing at this point just feels plain mean but Slade isn’t about to let that stop him. The way Lex squirms beneath him is just too good and he’s not about to pass up the chance to get him begging either. 

“Y-yeah…It’s-” Lex swallows another hard lump in his throat before he continues, his focus momentarily broken by the sharp snap of the bottle being opened. “It’s that-that honey we tried earlier…” Lex’s shaking words trail off as he watches Slade bring the tip of the bottle to his lips as he takes a small taste straight from the container. A small sliver spills out the corner of his mouth—betting he did that on purpose—and rolls down his chin.

“It is…Wanna taste?” Slade doesn’t wait for a response because he already knows the answer. He brings the bottle up so it’s hovering just above his chest as he slowly pours the confection. A thick line of the sweet falls onto Slade’s chest and slowly rolls down his body, leaving a perfect trail of its journey that Lex can’t help but trail with his eyes. 

It’s in this moment that Slade finally allows himself to be moved, Lex’s smaller frame shooting upwards and forcing Slade to lean back. Lex wastes no time in helping himself. He starts at the lowest point, tongue flush against Slade’s abdomen as he moans against the skin. The second he tastes that honey he’s lost in it, it’s made all the sweeter considering the platter. Lex runs his tongue against every inch of exposed flesh from Slade’s navel to his chin, regardless of if there was honey there or not. The syrupy delight only acting as a small bout of encouragement, Lex didn’t need any other reason to help himself to Slade’s exposed body but he won’t deny himself a reward. 

Once every drop of honey is cleared from his body, Lex drags his tongue up Slade’s neck and traces his strong jaw with the appendage, silently begging from Slade to give him more. Slade captures Lex’s tongue hastily, eager to taste the honey he just fed Lex again before they continue. Coated hands grope one another, Lex’s nails clawing Slade’s chest he forces himself closer while Slade’s holding one of Lex’s hips within a vice grip. 

“Sl-hmph!-Slade, more-Nghh!” Lex is given a sharp correction, his bottom lip roughly snagged between Slade’s teeth before the one-eyed man lets go, Lex’s pained whine quickly soothed by another zealous kiss. Snapping the bottle open again, Slade pours another generous serving of the honey on his body. Once again, most is on his chest but a few stray strands catch on his legs. 

Each lap of Lex’s tongue this time is accompanied by a bite. Some weak and teasing that earn pleased mewls while others are deep and sincere, those force Slade to throw his head back and bite his lip, one hand gripping the bedspread while his other has found its way to the back of Lex’s head. Strong fingers tugging at the auburn locks but it doesn’t do a thing to dissuade Lex’s feverish feedings. 

The pair take turns relishing the delectable nature of each other’s bodies for what seem like hours. The sheets soaked in a mix of honey spill over and whipped cream that’s been long lost to the bed, their bodies sticky and wet as they’re entangled in each other’s limbs. The tips of Slade’s white hair temporarily a light brown hue while Lex’s spare glasses have long been tossed towards the head of the bed. They aren’t going by sight anymore, taste, touch and smell are all they need now. 

Slade pulls Lex into his lap, his arms trap the man there as Slade sucks a hickey into the side of Lex’s neck. The now diluted taste of honey and whipped cream taunt Lex’s pale skin but Slade doesn’t care. The lingering overwhelming sweetness that hangs in the air encourages the pair’s ever increasingly urgent desires. Each tongue has easily traveled the surface of the other man countless times in this increasingly depraved dance of appetite. Both men near their edge but neither wants to be the first to fly past it, Lex’s breath ragged as he grinds himself against Slade’s aching cock that’s still woefully tucked behind soaked boxers. 

Husky breath against abused skin. Desperate nails rake overworked flesh. Bite and claw marks scatter their bodies in a painting of pleasure filled pain. An ode to obsession. Each scratch and bite only serves as a promise and curse to one another. Each blow met with an equally adoration filled meaning. 

“Fu-Fuck!” Lex buries his face in the curve of Slade’s neck, teeth eagerly biting at the tender skin as he moans through his orgasm. His hips rocking against Slade’s lap as his clench shut, he’s cursing himself internally for being the first to finish, not ready for this fun to be over. His heart is pounding in his chest when he feels Slade’s nails dig into his back, a sharp sting of pain ripping him away from chasing his blissful state. He doesn’t get the chance to look up at Slade before a caustic voice hits his ear. 

“Shower. Now. I need to cum in you and I’m not using honey as a lube.” 

A strained cry is ripped from Slade as Lex’s hands cruelly ensnare themselves in his now knotted white hair and he’s given a forceful tug backwards. His neck exposed and his eye wide in shock as he watches Lex, the beating of his heart only surpassed by the increasingly unrelenting ache of his throbbing cock. Pressing harder against Slade, Lex shifts himself so he’s grinding directly against Slade’s needful self. Slade tries in vain but they had both been circling their orgasms so long that this was unavoidable. His head is still forced backwards, every new moan that Lex tears out of him sounds different than the last as he struggles. A choked wail is ripped from so deep in Slade’s chest that his voice cracks in the middle of it. He hasn't had a voice crack in years and there’s an air of instant shame that envelops him. As Slade struggles to catch his breath he feels another rough tug of his hair that forces his focus back to his partner.

Lex has no intention of letting Slade off the hook that easily and he knows Slade wouldn’t want the night to end just yet either. Lex’s hands swiftly move forward and grab hold of the sides of Slade’s face. He takes the small moment of surprise on Slade’s face to quickly capture his lips in a kiss, ending the connection with a rough bite, mirroring Slade’s kick off to all this before he speaks. Lex’s grey eyes clouded with intense desire while his words are laced with rancor. 

“Get your ass in the bathroom. I’m gonna fuck you over the edge of the tub and choke you with a god damn  hand towel.” 

Slade’s shuddered breathing and a slow nod of compliance assure Lex that was the perfect thing to say. As he stumbles off the bed, Slade nearly loses his footing but he manages to catch himself and stay upright as he walks himself towards the bathroom, Lex’s legs once again tightly wrapped around him as he goes. 

After such an eventful night, both men are glad to have a calm day at the beach planned. Slade’s already decided to cook them burgers on the grill for dinner and Lex has resigned himself to reading in a lounge chair under an umbrella for the better part of his day. It’s only around half past 3 when Lex finishes his book and he finally looks up to see Slade happily lounging in the water. Reaching over, Lex uncaps his water and takes a sip of it while letting a content sigh leave him. So far, each day of this vacation has had something go wrong somewhere along the line. First the weather was crappy when they got here, then he got sunburnt on his shoulder the second day, and yesterday he had a lens from his glasses fall out and get swept away into the ocean after he tripped in a hole. Lex racks his brain but can’t really envision anything going wrong today…Try as he might, the only thing he can think of is if something went wrong with their cookout tonight, but that was all Slade’s trouble—not his—so he was trying not to dwell on it too hard. 

Realizing his boyfriend has now put his book down, Slade swims back closer towards the shore to beckon the other. Lex’s eyes catch Slade’s sculpted frame coming back to land fairly quickly and doesn’t miss the chance to look him over, though he does end up scowling at the man in the water. They’ve been here for days and Slade doesn’t have a single sign of a sunburn at all. He actually uses less sunscreen than Lex but he simply just tans! Not a speck of pink on this man’s skin but twenty minutes in the sun—even with sunscreen—and Lex ends up looking like a lobster. Lex isn’t envious about a lot of things regarding Slade’s body, but his inability to burn? Yeah, he’s pretty jealous of that. 

“Lex!” The echoing of Slade’s voice manages to break Lex out of his envious moment. “Babe, come in the water! It’ll be fun!” He sounds like he’s begging for a playmate and not his boyfriend.

Lex had told himself that he wasn’t going to get any more sunburnt than he already was at the start of the day. His shoulder was finally healing to the point where it didn’t hurt to move it—though that didn’t stop him last night—and he wasn’t looking to get any pinker today, though apparently Slade doesn’t care. 

“Lex!! Come on!!” Standing with just his ankles in the water, Slade watches Lex from a few hundred feet away before he realizes the smaller man is seemingly staying planted in his chair. Shaking his head as he trudges out of the water, Slade runs up the beach to Lex to try and gauge what the hold up is. “Babe, the fuck? You’re not gonna get in the water with me?” 

“Slade, I really don’t want a sunburn when we go back home. And I’m especially not keen on having racoon eyes from my glasses, so no. I’m not going in the water. I can enjoy the beach from under my umbrella, thank you very much.” 

“Man, what?! This sick ass beach, all to ourselves mind you, and you just wanna stay on the sand and what? Count the clouds?” Slade’s fists rests on his hips as he looks down at Lex, the smaller man has plenty of other obvious marks on his body—courtsey of their fun lastnight—but he doesn’t seem concerned about those.

“I can watch you play in the water. It’s just as good.” Lex settles back into his chair just in time to hear Slade scoff loudly.

“Well it’s not good enough for me! Come on!” Slade wastes no time in reaching down and plucking Lex from his chair. The squawks from Lex are ignored as Slade easily carries him over his shoulder towards the ocean. 

“Oh, no no no! Come on, Slade! Put me down!” Lex slams his fists against Slade’s back but his flails are all in vain.  

“NO, I’m putting you down in the water and you’re having fun in the ocean with me. You can go back to being under your umbrella later. You already put on your damn sunscreen, anyway! You’v got plenty of UV protection for a bit of fun in the water!” Slade’s demands and rationalizations do little to convince Lex but the smaller man really doesn’t see a way out of it. 

“Oh, god damn it, fine! But if I get another fucking sunburn I’m blaming you, you understand me?!” 

“Loud and clear, Lex. Loud and clear.” Slade smirks just a little, proud that even though it took some playful kidnapping he managed to get Lex in the water. Reaching a few feet from the water’s edge, Slade plops Lex down in the water only for the smaller man to practically squeal. 

“Jesus, fuck me that is cold!” Lex’s unacclimated body shivers at the sudden swell of cold water that surrounds him before letting out another unamused gasp, his arms wrapped around his body as he glares up at Slade.

“Well, you know they say there is one way to get used to the water faster-” Slade starts, his quick hand snatching Lex’s glasses from his face before he roughly shoves Lex from his feet so that he falls in the water. “Dunk your head!” Slade finishes, the glasses safely in his hands while he laughs loudly, Lex clearly unamused as he yells out a string of curses.

“You rat fucker!!” Clamoring to his feet, Lex rushes Slade but is grabbed in a one arm hold by the stronger man before he can do anything. 

“Calm down, calm down! I was helping!” Slade teases, a devious smirk etched onto his features as he resituates Lex’s on his face. “You aren’t cold anymore, are ya?” 

Lex can’t lie, he’s not, but that doesn’t mean Slade was right in the way he went about doing it.

“Shut up! You fucking oaf…” Lex speaks softly, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks down towards the water sadly. His dispirited tone and the way his shoulders are sagging send a slippage of certainty in Slade’s mind.  

“Oh-oh, shit…Hey, Lexi, I didn’t mean anything by that, alright?” Slade bends down just enough so that he can see the front of Lex’s face, the height difference doesn’t often get in the way but when Lex gets downtrodden it makes it hard for Slade to get a clear look at his face from up close without him dipping down like this. 

The second Slade is in the perfection position, Lex reveals his plan. Lex leaps over Slade’s side and forces the taller man downwards, Slade’s large frame crashing into the water below while Lex laughs vicariously while still standing upright. This, in turn, sets off an impish back and forth. The two spend the better part of an hour playing like this, Lex completely forgetting about his self-imposed sunlight limit and Slade wasn’t about to remind him. 

The only thing close that Slade does that hints at the passage of time is when—just judging by the sun—decides that it should be about time for him to go start getting everything ready since he’s grilling for them tonight. Much to Slade’s surprise, Lex actually stays in the water after Slade leaves. 

Again, Slade can’t help that little jolt of accomplishment he feels when he looks back at Lex who is still just relaxing in the water. He’s mentally patting his own back since his little ruse to get Lex to have a little waster whimsy in his life worked. Unfortunately that glee is short lived.

“MOTHERFUCKER!!” Lex’s scream isn’t anywhere close to its resonance when it’s just agitation that makes him yell. That was pure pain in Lex’s voice Slade heard right before he walked into the house. The frantic splashing in the water doesn’t help either and within seconds Slade is already at the water’s edge. 

“Babe! Babe what?!” Slade catches Lex as he practically throws himself into the other man's arms. Lifting Lex from the water, Slade quickly takes a few steps back so he can get a good look at Lex, eye scanning and darting around Lex’s body looking for anything that could give a hint as to what’s wrong. 

“A FUCKING GOD DAMN JELLYFISH!” Lex’s shouts genuinely startled Slade, he hadn’t heard Lex yell like that ever and since he was close he got an earful.

“Fuck! Jesus, wait a jellyfish? Sit down, sit down!” Slade hadn’t realized Lex was forcing all of his weight onto him before he said that but once he did it made sense. 

With the help of Slade, Lex lowers himself down onto the beach while he wincing as Slade checks his legs. 

“It’s my fucking left foot…” The voice still pain stricken and uncertain as Lex watches Slade scoot down further and gently cup Lex’s foot in his hands.

“Alright well…It doesn’t look that bad, it’s just a little sting mark…It didn’t get you anywhere else did it?” Slade looks towards Lex who somehow already has a phone in his hands. “Where the hell did you get that from?!” 

“I had it in my pocket! It’s a spare phone I keep on me at all times just in case something happens to my primary one!” 

“You have a spare phon-God, you’re such a technophile…What could you possibly be looking up right now?!”

“I’m seeing what stupid jellyfish are in this part of the country this time of year! If I need to go to the hospital it’s better to know now and not 30 minutes from now!” 

Slade can’t really argue with that logic…

“Well, what’s it saying?” Slade gives Lex a minute or two of quiet searching before he asks, his hands still gently holding Lex’s foot in an elevated position while he watches the wound, trying to see if there’s any changes he needs to be aware of.

“It doesn’t seem like it’s anything serious…No jellyfish around here this time of year are particularly dangerous to people as long as it’s not stuck on you for a prolonged period of time.” Lex hands the phone over to Slade since he is the one who can see the injury site. 

Slade takes a second reading over the article and pictures on Lex’s backup phone before he looks back at the sting, repeating the process a few times just as a precaution before he nods in agreement. 

“Stupid fucking jelly…” Lex crosses his arms angrily as he glares towards the ocean, mentally cursing whatever kind of sicko thought a jellyfish would be a brilliant idea. 

“Don’t blame the jelly, Babe. I’m sure he didn’t mean to get you…” Slade’s words falter off, his nerves calming down pretty quickly when he realized that Lex was gonna be just fine. The websites said he’ll be fine, just be careful to wash the wound and keep it clean until the redness and any swelling go down, between the two of them that can’t be that difficult. 

Slade bends down, scooping Lex up in his arms bridal style so he won’t have to put any pressure on the sting. Lex relaxes into Slade’s arms, sure his foot really fucking hurts right now but he’s not any actual danger from it, and it’s not like he can’t manage any medical incident that might crop up from it, but he’s not going to sneeze at Slade carrying him like this. Once back on the deck, Slade gently puts Lex down in one of the reclining deckchairs. 

“You just hang tight with me up here then, alright? I know it said you should be fine but I still want to keep an eye on you…” Despite his hard exterior, Slade does on occasion show a softer, more concerned side when it comes to injuries, especially if they involve Lex.

Lex snickers at then thinly veiled concern. “We both know it won’t matter if I’m close by or not, I’m fine…The damn thing just hurt like a bitch is all.”

“I know but still. Can’t I look out for my babygirl?” Slade smirks slightly, knowing damn well Lex absolutely hates to be called that. 

“...Never…Ever call me that again. Ever.” Lex’s glare is now aimed at Slade instead of the ocean, his glasses still speckled with a few stray drops of water.

Slade shrugs his shoulders and ignores Lex’s continued glare, smiling to himself when he realized if Lex still had that attitude then he was gonna be fine. As he makes his way to the grill, Slade tosses his head to the side to look back at Lex before a shit eating grin appears on his face.

“What…What’s with that fucking face, Slade?”

“Ya know, we still gotta clean off the sting”

“Yeah? And? Just bring me some warm water in a bucket and some antiseptic and soap. Problem solved.”

“I could just piss on it instead.” The sheer confidence in Slade’s voice makes Lex flinch. The way he said it made Lex believe he was actually considering the gross act. 

“YOU ARE NOT PISSING ON MY FOOT!”

“HA! Ha ha he! snort Ha!” Slade’s shoulders shake as hestruggle to contain his laughter, he knew damn well Lex would oppose the idea but he didn’t think he’d get to hear him shriek like a girl about it. 

The sun sets behind them, the sky a dramatic expression of vivid orange and deep purples that capture the moment in painting-eqsue elegance that soon gives way to a somber parade of deep navy. Slade managed to cook them dinner without any other disruptions or mishaps, Lex’s run in with the local jellyfish being the sole calamity of the day thus far. They stay on the deck for a while, Slade acting as a gopher for Lex. Anything Lex might want or need, Slade gets for him no complaints, he doesn’t want Lex agitating the jelly sting and Slade would never say no to getting to pamper his boy. 

With his foot elevated on a pillow, Lex rests his hands on his stomach as his gaze is again cast towards the water. The pale moon reflects perfectly on the still dark water as a soft breeze blows landside. His focus—or perhaps lack of—is broken when a cold bottle is pressed to his cheek. 

“Echk! Why?!” Lex doesn’t shift his eyes from the water for but a moment to toss an unserious glare up at Slade as he takes the beer. 

“You looked too lost in thought there. Didn’t want you plotting revenge on the whole” Slade’s hand waves vaguely towards the ocean to accent his point, his lips against his own drink as he takes a sip before he continues, “the whole like, jellyfish population or something.” 

Lex raises an eyebrow, his eyes darting to his bottle’s cap—or where it should be—just to make sure Slade already opened it for him before he has a sip. “Do you have that little faith in me?” It’s not a serious question but Lex wouldn’t mind the confirmation that Slade doesn’t think that little of him. 

“No, I have too much faith in you. You would absolutely go on a hate campaign against jellyfish and genuinely get some fuckers onboard. You can be way too persuasive when you actually wanna be.” Slade plops himself down in the chair next to Lex, but instead of laying out like Lex, Slade is sitting, his knees spread while feet are firmly planted on the smooth finished wood of the deck. His elbows rest lazily on his knees, his back arched forward slightly as he looks at Lex who’s finally reigned in his glares at the ocean. 

An affectionate smile crosses Lex’s face, the corner of his mouth ticked upward as he watches Slade. “Yeah? You mean that?” 

“Course I do. You convinced me to fall in love with you.” Slade’s saccharine tone and the loving sentiment spoken force a positively flustered disposition onto Lex. 

Ears now dusted a deep red, Lex manages to sputter out a sloppy retort but any sternness in his voice was undercut by the blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t meet Slade’s eye. “Y-You’re so damn sappy right now…Knock it off…”

Slade says nothing more but he does take the chance to watch Lex. Lex’s hair looks much darker under the night sky’s dim light, even still Slade can make out the crimson that paints his boyfriend’s cheeks. Lex runs his hand through his disheveled locks as he tries to calm his nerves, Slade well aware this is one of Lex’s most common self-soothing tactics. As he takes another sip from his beer, Lex takes a little too much in and lets out a small, choked cough. He’s a lightweight and can’t chug for shit but Slade couldn’t imagine drinking with anyone else, right now or otherwise. The assassin turned bodyguard doesn’t mean to start getting all sentimental but it happened anyway. It’s not his fault that there’s something about the way Lex looks right now that just screams kiss me. 

“Hey…” The docile delivery shocks Lex as Slade stands up slowly, swiftly moving to sit on the edge of the lounger Lex is laid out on. His hand caresses Lex’s cheek before he dips himself forward, Slade’s warm lips softly capturing Lex’s in a sweet engagement. 

A muffled hum is trapped between the two men’s liplock as they close the distance between them. Lex sits up properly in the chair as Slade moves in more, his arms reaching forward and they drape themselves over Slalde’s shoulders as they kiss. A hand still cups Lex’s cheek while Slade’s other hand snakes its way around the small of Lex’s back, the strong arm traps Lex in Slade’s hold but he wouldn’t dare complain. 

Passion shown through slow and thoughtful movements. No biting, no fight for dominance, no groping or feverishly tugging at articles of clothing. Lips move in a meticulous dance of action and reaction, Slade gingerly touching his tongue over Lex’s lip to ask for permission and Lex graciously grants access. The tongue slips carefully into Lex as he lets out a breathy mewl, his own lapping over Slade’s intruding—but welcomed—warm tongue as they continue. Lex’s fingers gently toy with the white hair at the back of Slade’s head, no tugging or pulling, just soft, careful movements that tickle the back of Slade’s neck; a faint shiver runs down his spine as he lets a soft gasp slips from his lips. The pair stay together for what seems like eternity, only separating briefly every few minutes to catch their breath before their lips find each other again. 

Slade is actually the first to properly separate them, his hand leaves Lex’s cheek and rests on the man’s instead, the arm still wrapped around his back staying in its place. Lex’s arms are still wrapped around Slade’s neck, his wide eyes struggling to focus on Slade’s ardent face. 

“That…that was great…” Slade smiles as he watches Lex, his eye focusing on the way Lex’s kiss stricken lips quiver as the smaller man pants out, trying in vain to properly catch his breath. 

A nervous chuckle leaves Lex, his shoulders shaking as he slowly calms and centers himself. He doesn’t go in for a kiss, instead he leans forward and opts to rest his head against Slade’s chest. With his ear pressed closely against Slade, Lex can hear the man’s rapidly beating heart, the rhythmic thumping soothing as he snuggles against his boyfriend. Slade takes Lex in his arm carefully before he stands up, resituating themselves in the lounge chair with Slade laying down and Lex laying on top of him. 

Slade is careful to not jostle Lex’s bad foot too much as he lays down, his legs parted so that Lex’s lower half is resting against the lounge chair and he can adjust himself as he wants. Lex’s arms and rest now rest directly against Slade’s chest, one of Lex’s hands cupped tightly in Slade’s own. Slade's strong arm rests on Lex as he lazily rubs small circles into Lex’s back as they lay. Slade cranes his neck forward to gently press a kiss into the top of Lex’s head—the kiss really just grazes Lex’s hair but it’s good enough for both men. 

Lex huffs out a content sigh as he snuggles against Slade’s sturdy chest more,his finger tracing the scares that litter Slade’s bare chest—some from this weekend and some that predate them working together. “I love your scars…” 

A hearty laugh leaves Slade as he takes the hand that was on Lex’s back to reach over and grab his beer, grabbing the bottle by the neck before he brings it to his lips to take a sip. “That’s kinda a fucked up thing to say, but thanks.” 

“No really, I love them…Some are from me afterall.” Lex lifts his head up just enough for Slade to get the hint. Lex carefully takes a swig from the bottle that Slade offers him, Slade pulling it away when he thinks Lex is done. 

“Yeah? And what about the ones that aren’t from you?” It’s an honest question, one that Slade wasn’t really sure what answer he was expecting to get. 

“Conflicted. I hate that you have them, it means someone other than me tried to kill you and that’s just not fair” Lex taunts, the playful beam thankfully lands with Slade. 

“Oh, you think you’re the only one who tried to kill me?” 

Lex lightly smacks Slade’s chest, making sure to hit a few scars that he knows are from wounds that healed long ago, well before they met. 

“Clearly fucking not! I didn’t give you any of those, did I?” Lex’s tongue and wit sharp, his brilliant eyes watching as Slade shrugs before he answers him. 

“No, I guess not. But I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to give me a few new ones…” Slade teases as he brings the hand that is still holding Lex’s up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to Lex’s knuckles before he returns the hand back to its original position of resting on his chest. 

“I don’t think I wanna give you anymore scares, not right now anyway. But I will hold onto that offer…For a later date.” 

“That a promise?” Flashing a quick toothy grin, Slade tilts his head to the side as he looks down at Lex. 

He isn’t sure what it is about that way that Slade’s looking at him but it does something to Lex. Maybe it was the head tilt. Maybe it’s the pseudo-flirtatious grin that’s tugging the corner of Slade’s mouth upwards. It could be the fact that Slade’s lips are still swollen from their extended makeout session earlier. It might even be a delayed reaction to the fact that Slade was so incredibly gentle with him earlier, waiting on him hand and foot since he was hurt. It’s probably a mix of everything. 

What little light there is tonight is working wonders for Slade. His white hair practically shining under the moonlight. Each time he moves his head the light colored locks shimmer beneath the moon’s glow. 

Lex lifts his head to look out towards the water and then runs his eyes down the coast to then left, then repeats to the right, making sure that both the beach houses that theirs is sandwiched between—not like they’re all that close to being with but it never hurts to check—are still vacant at the moment. Lex bites his bottom lip in anticipation before he presses his palms to Slade’s chest and pushes himself up, using Slade’s strong body as a fine base as he sits up. 

“Hey, what? I thought we were cuddling…” Slade’s sad voice should tug at Lex’s heartstrings but he’s got something he knows Slade will probably appreciate more than just basic cuddling. 

“Shhh, shhh…” Shushing Slade firmly, Lex presses a finger to Slade’s lips before he pulls it away and grabs the bottom of his shirt and quickly tugs it off of his body and tosses it away. His pale chest is still covered in bitemarks and scratches from the last few nights but that pain is one he'd gladly accept again. 

“Oh-Oh haha…I was gonna let you rest but if you’re in the mood…” Slade’s hands find Lex’s waistband and hook his thumbs in it, happily tugging down Lex’s pants to expose his already hardening cock. The rough smack against Slade’s hand doesn’t stop him from pulling down Lex’s pants but he does make Slade look up at his boyfriend with a perturbed expression. “What was that for? You’re the one getting naked! I’m just trying to help!” The best way to describe the laugh that trickles out of Slade next is as a damn giggle, maybe a cackle. 

Lex rolls his eyes as he grabs his pants and pulls them back up, much to Slade’s dismay. 

“The hell babe?I like looking at your dick! Come on, don’t get all shy on me now…” Slade taunts, his hands going back to reach for Lex’s pants but he stops when Lex roughly palms the growing tent in his own pants. 

“You’re not gonna touch me!” Lex’s commanding voice makes Slade freeze, his hands stopping right before he grabs Lex, his fingers twitching in anticipation as he listens to Lex. Lex scoots back on the lounger, careful not to fall off or go too far as to make it tip, while his one hand gently squeezing the hardening outline of Slade’s thick cock that's pressed against the fabric of his boxers. “You’re not gonna lift a damn finger right now, Slade…You’re gonna let me take care of you now, alright?” 

Slade can tell by the tone of Lex’s voice that he’s serious. They’ve done this a few times before, where Lex will demand that Slade let him do all the work and if Slade doesn’t listen, Lex has had no problem cutting off the hookup right then and there. A low moan is strangled in Slade’s throat as he watches Lex with growing need, that skillful hand massaging his cock through his pants is just so damn mean. Slade slowly bucks his hips upwards, his eye clenches shut as he lets out a throaty whine when he feels Lex’s hand squeeze just a little too hard. 

“Oh, shit…Lex-Lex, come on, baby…Just get it started already…”

It’s Lex’s turn to hook his fingers into Slade’s pants and pull them down, Slade lifting his hips just enough for it to be easier on Lex to get them off of him. Slade’s hard cock springing free as the fabric is pulled from him, beads of pre-cum already spill from his swollen head as Lex presses a finger to the leaky tip. Lex smirks when he sees Slade’s throb excitedly just from this minimal amount of contact. 

“Have I ever told you just how pretty your cock is?” Lex muses, moving Slade’s cock teasingly just by shifting where he’s putting pressure on the tip at. 

Stifling a sharp yelp, Slade’s chest heaves as he watches Lex carefully, his eye darting back from Lex’s face to his own cock then back and forth a few times. “N-No-Not recently…and not s-oh!-Sober…” Slade’s words catch in his throat when Lex teasingly squeezes Slade’s tip, capturing the leaky head between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“Well maybe I should show you just how much I love it then, hmm?” Lex lowers himself, his tongue swipes forward and takes a quick taste of Slade’s precum before he makes an exaggerated pleased moan. Lex wraps his hand around the base of Slade’s cock to give a few slow strokes, Lex’s fingers press into the bottom of the head before he moves his hand back down again. 

“O-Ok…” Slade’s shaking tone and unsure agreement only bolster Lex’s actions. Alternating between quick and rough strokes to slow and achingly soft ones. Slade’s head trashes to the side as focuses on the pleasure Lex is forcing on him. 

Lex is practically down on the lounger with Slade,just much farther down than his partner, as he watches his hand slowly work more and more pre-cum out of Slade’s needy cock. Beads of it roll down Slade’s shaft, Lex’s fingers spreading the drip while they themselves are messed with it. He doesn’t let Slade get too close, making sure to tease him as much as he can without forcing him to orgasm. Lex smirks wickedly as he moves closer, pressing his nose to the tip of Slade’s member to add another layer of contact, his tongue striking out quickly to tease the underside of the head before he pulls back. He watches Slade carefully, not missing the unsteady gaze the man holds on him as he swallows hard. 

“Le-Lexi, Y-you gotta stop…”

Lex ignores the plea, he knows Slade is about to say that he’s close to cumming but by this point Lex is sure he knows Slade’s body better than he does. Lex tighthens his grip on Slade’s cock, a little too tight for just a second before he loosens it, the ragged breath from Slade acting as a pleasure laced gratitude. Lex sits up more, his legs resting on either side of the lounge chair as he continues to plague Slade with erratically paced handjob. 

“Oh fu-fuck me…” Slade bucks his hips upwards to try and meet Lex’s hand and apply more pressure but everytime he does so he’s punished with Lex loosening his grip or just a full stop. Slade’s broken whines spill from his lips as he looks up at Lex pleadingly. 

“You’re a needy little bitch tonight, aren’t you Slade?” Lex isn’t expecting a proper answer but Slade feverishly shakes his head. When his white bangs fall in front of his face, Slade throws his head to the side to try and keep a clear view of Lex. He won’t dare raise a hand right now—he isn’t going to risk Lex seeing his hands move and using that as an excuse to stop. 

“I think you’re just about ready…” Lex gives Slade one last rough tug before he separates his hand from Slade’s cock. Lex swings one leg off the side of the chair and stands up, a hand stretched out to Slade to stop him from following. “Stay, I’ll be right back.” Lex walks inside, a slight limp as he puts weight on his injured foot but he ignores the mild pain, opting instead to focus on the pleasure that’s going to be in his near future.  

Slade waits impatiently outside, a hand wrapped desperately around his cock as he jerks himself off while he waits for Lex to return. Consequences be damned, he can make it up to Lex later but he can’t let himself be left with this ache much longer. Slade focuses on nothing else except how good he feels right now, eye clenched shut as he imagines it’s Lex’s hand that’s wrapped around him instead. A string of moans and pants leave Slade’s needful body, he even moans Lex's name in a raspy hushed voice. He tries to keep his voice down but he can’t hear anything over the rapid beating of his own heart right now. 

That’s why he missed the sliding glass door opening and closing. And missed the footsteps of Lex approaching the chair Slade is currently writhing in. Just as he’s nearing his edge, Slade’s wrist is roughly grabbed, in his shock he unwraps his fingers from his cock and looks up at Lex with a pleading expression. Lex meets his pathetic face with a smirk, a surprise for Slade tucked safely in his other hand as he toys with the hopeless man. 

“Someone’s been naughty…” Lex’s small hand is clutched around Slade’s wrist, and while the stronger man could do something about it, he won’t. 

“Fuck, Lexi…I-I fucking ne-EH! Ah-Haaa…Hnggn….” Slade rips his eye from Lex’s face as he looks down at his cock. Lex’s hand slowly drags a bright green silicon cockring down Slade’s shaft towards the base, Lex making sure to go at that same excruciatingly leisurely pace that Slade’s grown too used to—and the one that he absolutely hates right now. 

Slade forces himself up on his elbows as he watches Lex work the ring down, his cock twitching excitedly as it nears the base. Once the ring is properly situated at the base, Lex pulls his hand away and looks over the display before him. They’re outside on a deck at the beach, his boyfriend is fully nude laying on a lounge chair, cockring on his boyfriend while he’s fully erect, and they’re under a clear night sky where they can be as loud as they want and go for as long as HE wants them to…

Lex finally strips himself of his pants and straddles Slade, he’s sitting on Slade’s abdomen for a second just to tease him more. Lex’s hand reaches back to give Slade another couple of strokes just to work out a little more of Slade’s precum to coat his cock as a makeshift lube. 

“You ready to have some fu-mhmph!” Lex’s taunt is cut off by Slade crashing his lips into his, fierce and feverishly Slade shoves his tongue into Lex’s mouth while his hands roughly grab Lex’s hips. Before Lex breaks the kiss, Slade is already trying to lift him up and put him on his cock but Lex bites Slade’s lip hard enough to break the pleasure-drunk trance Slade’s wrapped up in. 

“Babe, please! I need you…I wanna feel myself in you…You got the cockring on me, just get on it and I’ll fuck you all night, I swear! ” He’s fucking begging. He was hoping Lex would already be sinking down onto his cock by now but Lex had other plans. The closest Slade got was forcing Lex down his abdomen enough so that Slade could rut his cock against Lex's ass. 

“You’ll get it, Slade…But you’re gonna let me lead, capisci?” Words strict, eyes steely as he looks down at the wrecked man under him. 

“Yes! Fuck, fine, whatever, Lex just please get on me!” Slade’s nails dig into the exposed flesh of Lex’s hips, Slade’s tongue wets his bottom lip hungrily as he watches with baited breath for LEx to finally start. 

“I mean it, Slade. Hands off the hips.” Lex puts his hands overtop of Slade’s, fingers lacing between Salde’s own to pry his hands off. 

“Babe-Oh-f! Fuck yes!” Slade arches his back dramatically as Lex’s fingernails roughly scrape down Slade’s naked chest. Bright red lines stain the slightly suntanned flesh as Lex trails his nails downward before he stops, head cocked to the side as he looks down at Slade. 

“No buts, Wilson. I’m riding you, right? So I’m gonna use you like my own personal dildo until I’m good and ready to let you get yours, understood? Nod if you understand.” 

A thrilled expression paints itself across Slade’s face, his eye half-lidded as he looks up at Lex. His mouth agape with tongue resting just behind his bottom lip as his chest heaves. But he doesn’t nod. 

“Slade. Nod.” The command is once again met with nothing as Slade looks up Lex delighted. 

Slade’s chasing punishment, testing the limits to just how much he can get away with right now. Lex clearly wants to lead and even though he’s got no problem with it, he’s more than happy to cause a little bit of trouble just to get a few corrections from his domineering boyfriend. 

Lex slowly glides a hand towards one of Slade’s nipples, the tip of his finger brushing against the sensitive nub softly— at first. Lex drags his nail over the hardening bud, encouraging it to get harder before he takes it roughly between his thumb and finger. Slade bites his lip happily, Lex knows he loves nipple play…

Lex’s other hand finds the side of Slade’s head. In perfect sync, Lex jerks a clump of Slade’s hair to the side and twists his nipple roughly. The anguished cry could have been easily heard by anyone who happened to be on the beach but thankfully they were still totally alone. Slade’s leg kicks roughly in response to the pain, his nipple still being twisted as his head is forced further to the side. 

“Nod if you understand, Slade. You gotta show me that you can be a good boy…” Lex pinches the nipple harder, his own cock twitching excitedly when he feels Slade’s thick cock rub against his backside more. 

Slade slowly nods, his head just barely able to move in Lex’s grasp but thankfully it’s enough to get his point across. 

“Good. Now we can really have our fun” Lex lets go unceremoniously, the nipple is hardened and red from its abuse but Lex presses a soft circle around the nub before he pulls his hands away from Slade’s chest and head. 

Lex lifts himself just high enough to position himself above Lex’s achingly hard cock. Lex’s legs shake slightly as he holds the position just long enough for him to memorize the absolutely desperate expression on Slade’s face. Wide eye, cheeks tinted red while his chest heaves in anticipation.

Bracing himself, Lex slowly lowers himself onto Slade’s long neglected member. Lex’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels himself stretch around Slade’s large cock, wincing as he takes the stretch. He’s ridden Slade plenty of times but it never gets easier taking the stretch the first time each night, sure they could prep better but where's the fun if it doesn’t hurt just a little…

Slade watches with a blissed expression as he sees and feels Lex slowly sink onto him. One arm reaches up and drapes itself over the back of the lounge chair while his other grips the arm of the chair. 

“Oh-fuck…Lex, you-you’re so god damn tight right now…” 

Lex’s head dips backwards as he finally takes all of Slade, he can feel the thick cockring against his ass as he adjusts to the intrusion. Lex exhales deeply as he rolls his hips forward slowly, smirking to himself when he hears a low moan that’s caught in Slade’s throat. He lifts himself again, not all the way off but just enough to get both men going. Repeating the process over and over, Lex takes great care to keep a much slower pace than he knows Slade would want. He never pulls more than half way off of Slade, each time he gets around half way he slowly sinks back down. The excruciatingly sluggish pace only serves to drive Slade mad. He’s trying his best not to thrust his hips forward to meet Lex’s but it's growing increasingly harder for him to maintain this no touching policy. 

“Fu-Fuck, Lexi…PLease…” Slade’s head lifts up so he can watch Lex better, the way Lex’s cock moves up and down with each bounce and the over exposed scene they’re in only add to the scandalous nature of it all. Slade scans the bitemarks and hickeys that litter Lex’s body and his mouth waters at the mere idea of getting to pepper new ones on Lex. 

Soon Lex quickens his pace, his hips move faster and slam down harder on Slade’s cock with each bounce. His body rolling and shuddering against the waves of pleasure that ripple through him with each increasingly aggressive connection. Lex’s mouth hangs open as his hands press down on Slade’s stomach to brace himself as he fucks himself onto Slade. 

Pleading murmurs stream from Slade’s lips as he’s begging Lex to take off his cockring, he’s been more than ready to cum but the ring denies him his release. Drool runs down his chin as he begs, he’s no longer able to hold himself back from bucking his hips upwards to meet Lex’s thrusts. And Lex had long since stopped caring about the no touching but he wasn’t about to budge on the ring. 

“Lexi! Fi-fuckkk…Plea-please, take it off…I-I wanna-I need it…” Slade’s hands rest on Lex’s hips, forcing Lex down harder and faster, nearly fully lifting Lex off his cock before slamming him back down over and over again. Lex resigns himself to being reduced to a fuck toy for Slade, his hands resting on Slade’s forearm as be bounces off of Slade’s rockhard cock. His own neglected dick leaks pre-cum but it won’t go untouched for much longer.

Smirking to himself, Slade rips one of his hands off of Lex’s hip and takes the cock in his hand instead. Slade times his rough strokes with Lex’s bouncing, the smaller man crying out in overstimulation as he does. 

“Shit-shit, Slade-I’m so fucking clo-close…” 

Slade finally sits up, his legs on either side of the chair as he forces Lex to settle into his lap as he bucks his hips upward. His hand quickening its pace when he feels Lex sink his teeth into the side of his neck, tongue lapping at the flesh it can reach between his teeth. Slade feels Lex feels clench around him, his thrusts becoming increasingly erratic, any semblance of a rhythm he’d had now long gone as he chases his climax. 

Slade forces the two of them forward, Lex’s back hitting the leg rests of the lounger as Slade lifts Lex’s legs upwards and hooks them over his shoulders. Slade's hand is still firmly wrapped around Lex’s cock as he tries to force Lex over his edge. Slade repeatedly slams into Lex from above, Lex’s hands slap over his mouth as he tries to muffle his desperate moans only for one of his hands to be ripped away. 

“Fuck that! I wanna hear you scream…Don-DOn’t fucking deny me that!” With each word Slade slams into Lex, each thrust harder than the last. Lex’s head thrashes to the side, his glasses falling off and clatter onto the deck below them, one hand still clasped over his mouth but it does little to mute his hearty moans.

“A-oh! FU-Fu-FUCK! Sl-Slade!” Lex arches his back against Slade as he cums hard. His thick seed hits against Slade’s chest and gets all over Slade’s hand as he continues to pump, not caring about Lex’s overstimulated state as he implores him to stop.

“Wait! Fuck-Fuck! SL-Slade let-stop!” Lex’s words fall on deaf ears, Slade doesn’t let go of Lex’s cock or stop his thrusting. Instead he increases the power behind each movement, his head low so he can suck a fresh hickey into Lex’s neck. Slade has Lex in a full mating press and has no plans to let him up until he cums in him. 

“Lex…C-Close!” It’s a whispered yell that Slade struggles to get out as he slams into Lex again and again. Slade gives on final hard press into Lex as he cums, bottoming out into Lex as he empties himself. Cockring be damned. 

Both men feel lightheaded as they collapse against each other, Slade staying in Lex for a few extra minutes before he sadly pulls out. Slade sits up better after he pulls himself out, trying to give Lex a bit more breathing room. Slade can only give a half-hearted smile as he sees his cum drip out of Lex’s abused hole. Meanwhile, Lex’s hands search the nearby ground for his glasses, cursing internally until he feels his fingers graze his frames. He puts them back on his face just in time to see Slade pull the cockring off of his cock. Slade throws it onto the table beside them before he looks back towards Lex.

Both men are well spent, each still coming down from their respective ecstasies. Lex had fully intended to not let Slade have any control there but he isn’t disappointed with how everything turned out. Slade on the other hand was fully willing to let Lex take full lead but he just couldn't help himself towards the end there. 

Slade knows Lex’s legs have to be killing him right now. Outside their sexcapades, Lex isn’t exactly an active individual. Reaching forward, Slade rubs Lex’s thighs and calves, trying to offer what little relief he can right now. 

“Thanks…” Lex’s gratitude is unsteady but the sentiment behind it gets through nonetheless. 

The pair relax where they are for a while, the clear night having been the perfect backdrop for their mild exhibionist romp. They hadn’t actually started their fucking all that late in the night, it should only be an hour and half, maybe two later than it was when they started. Slade reaches towards the table and grabs his phone, wincing when the bright light hits his face abruptly. He squints as he reads the time before he puts it back down. 

“Lexi, you still awake?” 

“Yeah…I’m not that worn out, Slade. It was just a pretty intense fuck…” Lex admits. As he sits up he covers himself, suddenly shy about being naked outside despite everything they just did…and the fact that he started it. 

“Ha, don’t get all shy on me now…Come on, let me see him…” Slade moves to be closer to Lex,playing tugging his arms away from covering himself but Lex doesn’t budge on it. 

“No! Come on, let’s go get cleaned up…It feels weird.” Lex blushes and starts to head towards the door, only stopping when he feels Slade hold onto his wrist to keep him close. Lex looks back towards Slade but his gaze soon shifts off to the distance, back towards the pier a long way down the beach from where they’re staying. 

Fireworks shoot off from the near the distant pier and launch into the air, a dazzling display splatters into the sky. Dozens of beautiful fiery explosions litter the once dark and calm midnight sky. Slade lets out a pleased chuckle as he watches, wrapping his arms around Lex to hold the man close. Lex struggles against the embrace but stops when Slade presses a gentle kiss to the side of his face. There’s nothing overtly sexual about Slade’s actions right now, it would be a sweet moment if they weren’t stark naked and had literally just finished having sex. 

“We really should go get dressed…” Lex starts, his nerves starting to get the better of him now. 

“Calm down, Babe. Nobody can see us. The houses next door aren’t occupied and the pier is all the way down there…Plus even if people were walking along the beach we’re all the way up here on the deck and it’s dark as hell. Nobody should be able to see a damn thing…Just enjoy the show…” Slade’s affirmations are actually just what Lex needed at this moment. Slade should be all accounts be correct, nothing has changed from when they were fucking to right now and they’re too far away from where anyother people should be for there to be a problem…So why shouldn’t he just enjoy the fireworks. 

Lex reaches up and gently holds onto the arms that are wrapped around him, his hands gently rub against Slade’s forearms as they stand together and watch the fireworks for the night. They could stay like that for eternity but settle for just the duration of the show. Once it’s over they head back inside, Lex picking up his shirt and pants while Slade just grabs his pants. Slade comes back out a second later to grab his phone but neglects the cockring until Lex sends him back out for it. 

“Jesus, you’d think it was my damn wedding ring by how anal he is about this thing.” Slade says to himself, chuckling as he walks back in before he locks the door for the night before he heads into the bathroom to join Lex for a shower. 

Unfortunately for Lex and Slade, their last day at their beach house is going to have to be an indoor day. The weather took another shitty turn for the worse. Dark storm clouds cover the sky as rain pours down heavily, every once in a while a crack of lightning will cut across the horizon or a loud roll of thunder will practically shake the beach front home. Lex sulks into the couch while Slade is off in the kitchen getting them snacks for their third movie of the day. This really wasn’t how Lex wanted to spend their final day here. They have to pack up and start the drive back home tomorrow, he’s hoping they catch a break later in the day but according to the weather station there’s not a very unlikely chance of that happening. 

Slade returns with snacks in tow, placing the chips down on the coffee table before he plops back down next to Lex and pulls him close. Slade doesn’t seem to have a problem with their final day being one where they’re stuck instead together. When Lex told him the weather was supposed to be shitty all day, he hadn’t reacted the way Lex thought he would. Slade simply looked out the window, checked his phone to see for himself, then shrugged, not really caring. He said that they still had plenty of snack foods and drinks and that the house had a decent enough entertainment hookup, so he didn’t mind the idea of a lazy day in.

Lex on the other hand couldn’t be more pissed off about the whole thing. Of course he doesn’t mind spending the day with just Slade, that’s why he booked this whole vacation to begin with! He wanted some quality one-on-one time with his boyfriend, he didn’t really care how they spent it—he did a little—but he was just hoping that they’d have one day of this vacation where nothing went wrong. 

The first day they got in? Rain. The second day? He got that stupid sunburn. The third day? Fell in a hole while walking on the beach and his glasses lens fell out. Fourth? JELLYFISH. And their final day? Rain again. 

Lex didn’t think asking for a day where nothing went wrong was such a difficult request. 

“You alright?” Slade’s question snaps Lex from his distant thoughts. He could tell that Lex was acting a little off today, especially when he told him about the rain. Rain and storms have never bothered Lex before so it was a little shocking for Slade to see Lex react so negatively to a day indoors. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah…Yeah, I’m all good…” Lex fakes a smile, his lip tugging upwards for just a second before he drops it and turns back towards the tv, waiting for Lex to pick the next movie they’re going to watch. 

“Lex, I know when you’re lying to me.” Slade turns off the tv so he won’t have a reason not to face him. 

“I’m not lying. I’m fine, let’s just pick the next movie…” Lex leans against Slade, trying to choke down the disappointment in his voice but he doesn’t manage to.

“No, no. You’re lying to me. What’s up? What’s go you so fucked up, man?” Slade shifts in his seat and forces Lex to look up at him. 

Lex doesn’t want to talk about it but he knows Slade will just keep hounding him about it until he spills. 

“I-I’m mad this vacation was so fucked up! I wanted us to have a great time together and every fucking day something went wrong! It’s like it’s impossible for you and me to have a perfect day here!” Lex’s brows furrow as he looks down at his hands, fingers running over each other as he speaks, unable to face Slade. 

Slade doesn’t bother trying to hide the complete and utter shock on his face. His mouth agape and his eye twitches when he hears the honestly rather asinine thing Lex just said. 

“What the FUCK are you on about?! How was this vacation fucked up?!” Slade couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he would never in a million years call this vacation fucked up so for Lex to is absolutely sending him. 

“Every day we were here something went wrong! The weather was shit, then the stupid sunburn and then my glasses and don’t get me started on that stupid fucking jellyfish! Nothing went right! It-It was all fucked up and bad!” 

“OK?! So what if a few bad things happened?! That didn’t ruin the whole vacation! This was great!” Slade doesn’t mean to yell but he’s just so genuinely befuddled by Lex’s belief that this vacation was a total mess.

“I just wanted one perfect day with you! I-I wanted one day where nothing went wrong! I couldn’t even give you that and it sucks…” Tears swell in Lex’s eyes as he speaks, he goes to wipe them away but Slade gets there first. 

Strong hands now being gentle, Slade cups the sides of Lex and uses his thumbs to brush away Lex’s tears as he shushes him softly.

“Lex…Alex, Everyday is perfect with you. I’ll take those little fuck ups ten times over if I could spend these days with you again. This vacation was amazing. Sure, we had some rough patches along the way but I never once though it was fucked up or bad.” 

“R-really?” Lex’s bottom lip quivers slightly as he looks up at Slade. 

“Absolutely…Alex, I love you. And this vacation was great…I-I’m sorry you were stressing about it this much though. I don’t want you to worry like that for something as silly as a vacation.” Slade leans forward, pressing a kiss into Lex’s forehead before he pulls back. 

Lex wipes another tear from his face as Slade pulls his hands away, sniffling lightly but he is trying to stop. Slade nuzzles his nose against Lex’s before he kisses it gently, thinking about whether or not he should try to break the mood with a shitty joke. He decides fuck it, his shitty sense of humor has got to be atleast part of the reason Lex fell for him

“I know you said each day was bad but I think each night was fucking incredible.” That playfull, shameless shit eating grin that Lex fell in love with spreads across Slade’s face—and it seems like his bet paid off. Lex smiles and blushes softly, shoving Slade’s arm as rough as he can before he chuckles.

‘Yeah, the nights were pretty fantastic, weren’t they?” 

“They were absolutely perfect…” Slade trails off, watching Lex sweetly before something from out the window catches his eye. “And that looks pretty good too.” 

Lex follows his gaze, turning in his seat on the couch to look out the window, a small excited gasp leaving him as he stands up. Lex walks to the screen door and opens it, walking out to a picturesque scene. Slade follows him, making sure to grab something from the bedroom before he chases after Lex, trying to keep it his composure as he walks. 

Outside, the grey clouds have parted, giving way to a pure baby blue sky. The waves are calmer than they have been the last few days. A beautiful rainbow can be seen off the coast, both ends seemingly far off in the distance over the ocean. 

“How’s that for a perfect ending huh?” Slade puts his hands on his hips as he looks off with Lex standing right beside him. 

“It really is perfect…You go down to the water! I wanna get a picture but I gotta grab my phone!” Lex scurries off back inside before Slade can respond, shaking his head while rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he walks down the steps of the deck and gets closer to the water. 

Slade taps something inside his pocket when he hears the shuffling of feet across the sand. His heart beats loudly in his chest and his palms were just a little bit sweaty. He starts to speak before he turns, his eye shut in an unusual brand of hesitancy for him. 

“Hey, Lexi. There’s something I-” Slade stops mid sentence when he turns, his mouth agape and his eye wide in shock as he looks towards his boyfriend.

There in front of him, Lex is down on one knee with his arms outstretched, a small velvet box in his hand as he presents it to Slade. 

“I-I wanted everything to be perfect for a reason…I-I hope this is good enough…?” Lex’s voice cracks, his shaky smile doing little to hide his clear anxiousness. 

“I…I…” Slade’s in pure shock. Not because of the question being asked…He’s just shocked it’s not him doing the asking. 

“Is…Is that-this a no?” Lex’s voice drops, his heart sinking in his chest before he hears Slade give a light chuckle. 

“I…I’m glad you think this is perfect, too, Lex…I-I just a little mad you beat me to it.” Slade digs into his pocket and pulls out the object he’d been carefully hiding from Lex all week. He clutches the small box in his hand before he holds it up in his fingers to show it to Lex. 

It’s another small velvet box. 

Slade crosses the sand to Lex who slowly rises to his feet, his eyes scanning the small box Slade pulled from his pocket. 

“Slade, is-is that what I think it is…?” 

“Come on, Lexi. We both know you’re smart enough to know that…” 

In a moment of pure poetry, the two exchange the rings still in their boxes. Each man is allowed to open up the ring that was specifically picked out for him by the other. 

“Slade…I-I don’t know-I mean I do! Yes-I do know and Yes! The answer is yes…” Lex stammers, carefully taking the ring out of the box before slipping it on his left ring finger. 

“I should hope the answer is yes, Lexi…Considering it’s mine too.” Slade gently turns the ring on his finger a few times before he looks back up at Lex. “I think it’s safe to say you’re stuck with me now, Luthor.” Slade jokes, flashing the ring at Lex who happily throws himself into Slade’s arms. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other, Wilson…” Lex starts, leaning upwards to press a soft kiss to Slade’s lips before the skies redarken, another swell of clouds rolling in from the ocean their moment now passed.

“Shit, looks like we better head back instead…You alright with that?” Slade asks, his head tilted to the side as he smiles down at Lex. 

“I’m fine, Slade. We got our perfect moment, didn’t we?” Lex’s soft smile warms Slade’s heart. Slade dips his head down to connect their lips again, his heart skipping a beat when the realization finally sets in on him about what’s just happened. Slade pulls back, looking down at Lex with a love struck look. 

“Yeah, we did. Now, let’s go start our perfect life…” 

[acenanxious]

Did You Mean It? (Slex)

While overworked and exhausted, Lex ends up straining his relationship with Slade.

Some Slex angst with a happy ending!

It wouldn’t have been a stretch to say over the last few weeks Lex had been borderline neglecting Slade. Canceling last minute on dates, spending hours upon hours after the work day was supposed to be over dawdling away on project after project in his lab, or even tucking  himself away in the home office to get more research done. 

One could argue that Lex hadn't been a very good partner, or boss for that matter. 

On more than one occasion Lex had over the last week, in a state of sleep deprivation, bitched Slade out in both private and in front of Slade’s security team for seemingly trivial reasons. Once Lex yelled at Slade for ‘slamming’ his office door shut when it was simply a heavy door; Lex has a pretty sparse office at LexCorp tower so it echoes. Slade and a few members from the security team were coming back from lunch only for the group —really just Slade— to be scolded for being 3 minutes late. 

Slade had, mostly out of necessity, taken what you could call a step back from Lex because of all of this. Instead of stealing time away and sneaking up to Lex’s office during the day to chat, he simply stayed away from him. Eating his lunch in his office or with some of his coworkers, he would bring snacks from their shared apartment so he wouldn’t have to go up to Lex’s office and raid his snack drawer, and he would quietly — though internally he was bitching about it— wait outside the lab at the end of the night to drive Lex home. 

Through his hyperfixated state, Lex had forced the pair to revert back to their pre-relationship status…Only interacting with each other as employee and employer. The only difference from before they got together and now is that they still live together. 

Despite Slade’s best efforts their domestic routine was also heavily disrupted by Lex’s prolonged focused state. Slade would try to make some semblance of a breakfast, usually just toaster waffles or some eggs, only for Lex to be working away on his laptop at the counter instead. Never once touching the food,  settling for just drinking his coffee in between long lines of typing or nonsensical mutterings under his breath. 

Slade put up with this for weeks. Whenever he would try to bring it up to Lex he was dismissed. Lex would excuse any wrongdoing by saying that he was just working a little more than usual right now but that everything would go back to normal soon. Each raised concern and complaint vehemently denied or downplayed. 

Slade got sick of it. 

The true final straw however was the night Slade just didn’t go to bed with Lex. 

Lex had, as what had become the new norm, sequestered himself into the home office until well past a decent hour to go to bed—even for the two of them. Finally exiting his office a little before 4 AM, Lex dragged his near lifeless body into the master bedroom and threw himself onto the bed. Completely missing the fact that Slade was nowhere to be found. Just a few short hours later, Lex awoke to his alarm that ripped him from his much needed slumber and forced himself out of bed. Again, completely oblivious to the lack of his boyfriend/bodyguard. 

Slade had chosen to tough it out on the couch for a night, figuring that if anything would break Lex’s neglectful state it would be that. 

But he was wrong. 

This arrangement went on for another three days before Lex caught wind of a disturbance in their homelife. Lex had pretty masterfully—albeit in a fucked up way—compartmentalized his home life and worklife apart. In his over focused state he had just rationalized Slade giving him distance at work since it was obvious he was busy. Every time Slade brought up that Lex was being a dick or not talking to him enough, he simply thought Slade was whining about not getting enough attention. 

It wasn’t until Lex finally completed the indepth project he had been fixated on for two weeks that he noticed the shift in their relationship. When he excitedly came out of the lab late the night he finished his work, Slade didn’t meet nor match his glee. Short one word responses or hums in acknowledgment was all Lex got from the taller man. Lex happily prattled on and on about how much work he had done, how difficult some of the sections ended up being, and how impressed he was with how quickly he managed to do all that he did. 

Not one question about Slade’s day was asked. No thank you for waiting for me. Nothing except Lex talking about his work.

But that’s what Slade had honestly come to expect from the CEO. Truthfully, Slade didn’t even consider Lex his boyfriend anymore. These last two weeks Lex had practically ghosted Slade. Not in the traditional sense but in Slade’s mind it was true. 

He hadn’t had his boyfriend. Lex wasn’t there at all. The teasing jabs and playful insults were gone. The mutual respect and care that was supposed to be in a relationship—things that were there before—were severely lacking. For those two full weeks, Slade hadn’t been around Lex.

He had been around Mr. Luthor. 

His boss.

In those couple of weeks he was treated not like Lex’s boyfriend but like Lex’s employee. Someone who Lex only seemed to want around because he paid him for a job, not because he loved him. All Slade did those two weeks was work for Lex. 

Lex hadn’t realized that he was downright ignoring Slade or being aggressive until he managed to pull his nose out of his work and his head out of his own ass. 

The ride home that night was quiet. Quieter than Lex remembered their car rides being but for Slade it had become the new normal. 

“You know, I’m pretty hungry. Wanna stop somewhere and get food before we head home?” Lex asked mostly just trying to break the silence. He was a bit peckish and he knew Slade would always be down for a snack so he didn’t see the harm in asking. 

“Where do you want me to stop at,sir?” 

The sir at the end there threw Lex, so much so that he physically recoiled when heard Slade say it. 

“Oh god, why are you calling me ‘Sir’?” Lex’s nervous chuckle clearly didn’t land well with Slade, he saw and heard the man tighten his knuckles around the steering wheel before answering. 

“You told me to.” Slade’s voice scornful though he tries to bury it. His eye focused on the road ahead while Lex had his gaze fixed on the driver.

“What? No I didn’t! I’ve never genuinely told you to call me sir! In bed, yeah, but not really.” 

There’s that dismissive bullshit again. That ‘No, I didn’t!’ That all too familiar ‘I don’t remember that happening that way’ or ‘Oh you’re just being sensitive.’

“Yes. You did. Last week. In front of my team, Lex.” Slade’s words started low but they didn’t keep that volume for long. Each word spoken only fuelled Slade’s already enraged mood further. By the time Slade said Lex’s name it sounded less like a name and more like a curse. 

“Your tea-” 

“Yes! My fucking team, Lex! You fucking emasculated me in front of half my god damn security team because I told you to ‘chill out, man’ and YOU told ME ‘It’s Sir to you Mr.Wilson, and if you’d like to keep that title I suggest you do your job properly or I’ll find someone else who will!’ You know how fucking awkward and embarrasing for me that was, you fucking dickhead?!” 

Lex flinched from the sheer viciousness laced in Slade’s words.

“I-I really said that? I don’t rem-”

“Oh and that’s not all you said either! Slade, don’t slam my door! Slade, don’t just barge into my office without knocking! Slade can’t you just leave me alone! God, Slade, why are you rushing me! You’re my driver aren’t you? We can leave when I’m ready. Do you want me to fire you?! That’s the kind of shit I heard from you constantly the past two fucking weeks!” Slade stops for just a second to catch his breath before his onslaught continues. “And that’s even if you remembered I existed. Half the time you would just ignore me or wave me off with that stupid fucking hand shooing motion you do that I can’t fucking stand!” 

Lex sits in the passenger seat stunned, his eyes wide as he scans Slade’s face and tries to wrap his head around everything Slade’s just told him. Had he really said all that to Slade? God knows he would never actually fire Slade and he has no memory of saying any of that, but he knows Slade wouldn’t lie about this stuff…And truthfully he didn’t think Slade could lie that convincingly. 

Even just from his side profile Slade’s face can’t hide the anger and hurt he felt when regurgitating Lex’s own words back at him. Slade’s jaw clenches as he lets out a deep breath from his nose, his nostril flaring as he tries to regain some semblance of composure. 

“Slade…I-I’m so sorry-”

“Save it.” Slade shakes his head to the side, forcing his white bangs from his field of vision before he continues. “ I don’t wanna hear it, Luthor. Just drop it. You said it. You meant it. It’s done.” 

“I didn’t mean it, Slade! I’m sorry! You know I wouldn’t say that stuff to yo-”

“But you did! You did say it.”

“I didn’t mean it! You know I didn’t mean it, come on Slade!” Lex’s voice borders on pleading as he speaks. 

“It sure sounded like you meant it.” Slade struggles to keep his voice steady, his focus on the road as he drives.

“Slade, please. I would never mean that stuff…I-”

“If you didn’t mean it then why did you say it?”

“I was…” Lex trails for a second, struggling to find the right words. “It was just work and I wasn’t sleeping well. I wasn’t sleeping at all and I took my stress out on you.” 

“Yeah, you did.” It’s a sharp agreement that while Lex wasn’t expecting he knows it’s not unearned. And Slade doesn’t miss the way Lex flinches slightly when he says it either. 

“Slade, I…I was just overworked and I was stressed out. I’m sorry I said all that stuff to you, I really am.”

“Do you know what day it is?”  

“I…I think-” Quickly pulling out his phone, Lex confirms the date before hastily shoving the device away before continuing. “It’s Friday…Why?” 

“Because this conversation we’re having right now? This is more than we’ve talked the entire last like three weeks combined! You only said two words to me yesterday! Do you remember what they were? It’s only two words, should be pretty fucking easy to remember!”

“No! We’ve talked more than this…h-haven’t we?” Lex’s words taper off, ignoring Slade’s question —which honestly was probably rhetorical—as he tries to think back over the prior weeks. He genuinely can’t recall a single thing that happened that wasn’t related to his work. He really had been neglecting Slade this entire time and apparently the only time he was paying attention to him was to yell at him. 

“What? Can’t think of them? Trick fucking question. It was just the word ‘no’ said twice.” Slade demeaning words sting, piercing Lex’s already current fragile state. 

“Oh my god…I-I was so terrible to you…” The self reflection borders on selfloathing—at least to Slade—who doesn’t even react when he hears a small sniffle come from Lex. “Slade, I-I’m sorry. I really didn’t-”

“Save it. I’m done talking about this, Lex. I’m not gonna sit here and let you make me feel bad about me being upset.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad about this, Slade! I’m upset because I was such a dick to you! I didn’t even notice I was doing it!” Lex quickly wipes away the tears forming in his eyes but Slade only scoffs, seeing the tears as more preformative than anything. “I’m upset because I was a total jackass to you! I’m upset that I hurt you! Can’t I be mad at myself too?!”

“Oh and that’s supposed to make me feel better?! It’s supposed to be fine because you didn’t realize you were doing it but now that you do, you feel bad too?! That’s supposed to make it all ok, cause now your feelings are hurt?!”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all! I’m telling you that I’m sorry! I’m screaming at you that I’m sorry! I'm telling you that I hate that I made you feel shitty because I was too much of a jackass to realize I was hurting and ignoring you! I’m not saying it’s fine, I’m saying I’m sorry!”

“WELL CAN YOU NOT FUCKING YELL IT AT ME?!” 

Slamming his fists against the dashboard, Slade finally turns in his seat to look at Lex. Lex’s eyes are red and agitated, a stray tear rolls down his cheek when his eyes capture Slade’s. Reaching forward, Lex gently cups the side of Slade’s face in his hand while he wipes away a tear with his thumb. Slade’s face had been hidden behind his white hair but now that he’s facing Lex, the true weight that’s been on him about this is revealed. 

During their entire car ride and argument, Lex never once caught an inkling that Slade might not be angry about this but instead that he was hurt. Every word spoken from Slade about this Lex mistook for aggression and rage, when in reality it was heartbreak. 

Slade’s tear stained cheeks and mangled from biting bottom lip pain the man in a new light for Lex. But what Slade says next shakes Lex to his core. 

“I thought…I thought you didn’t care about me anymore. The way you were acting, Lex, it-it made me think that I was just another employee to you…I thought you didn’t want me around anymore. I thought you stopped loving me” With a heavy, wavering exhale Slade watches Lex, trying to gauge what the man might do or say next. 

“Slade, I-I love you…and-and I’ll never ever stop loving you. You’re the one person I actually like being around. I just…I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t shut me out like that again…alright? That was fucked up man.” Slade tries to steel his nerves as he straightens his back, bringing his hand up and wiping away his tears with the palm of his hand. 

“I’ll try not to-”

“No! No, no fucking trying Lex! You shut me out like that again and we are fucking done dude! I’m not letting you pull that shit again on me man, it’s not happening. Got it?!” Slade’s voice is rougher than before but in a way that Lex is used to, in the way that is more of a threat than a basic command. 

“Ok, ok..I got it. No shutting you out…You’d really break up with me over that?” 

“Man, you threatened to fire me over being 3 minutes late from lunch…” 

“Touche…and again, I-”

“Lex, if you say you’re sorry one more fucking time I’m gonna throw you out the car window.”

“But I-”

“I mean it! Please, really…We…We hashed it out man. I feel better, I think” 

“Yeah? You do and you’re not mad at me anymore?”

“Oh fuck that, I’m still plenty pissed off at you! But it’s more in that normal couple fight way than that ‘oh we’re about to get a divorce’ type way, ya know? The normal couple fight one just feels better cause it’s…ya know, a bit easier to come down from.” 

“So…we were at the divorce one before? It was that bad…that close?” Lex’s voice unnerved as he awaits an answer, he knew he’d hurt Slade but the idea that their relationship was that close to a fatal breaking point is scary to him…I guess he knows how Slade feels now. 

“I dunno man, I say that but…But you’re the one person I like being around too so who knows…I don’t want it to be over. I didn’t want it to be over but I thought you did…”

Slade feels Lex tug his face gently, forcing the man to look back up at him properly before he speaks. 

“Slade Wilson, I’ll never want this to be over…I love you. I’m sorry I made you question that.” 

Slade takes a second, he has to chase off the flutter in his chest when he hears Lex spew that saccharine confession before he playfully forces a scoff from throat.

“God, you’re so fucking sappy…What’s next, gonna ask me to marry you?”

“Maybe…who knows?” The impish tease does actually get a blush out of Slade but he quickly retorts. 

“Hey, if either of us is gonna propose to the other it’s gonna be me asking you.” 

“Oh really? You’re gonna buy me an engagement ring and get down on one knee and pop the question then?”

“Well, obviously not right now you fucking jackass! I was just furious with you! You’re not getting a ring until you actually make it up to me! And even then I’m getting you a shitty engagement ring.”

“What the hell? Why a shitty one? I know your takehome, Wilson! I pay your damn salary!” Lex internally smacks himself, maybe now isn’t the best time to bring up the boss/employee dynamic they technically fall under but thankfully Slade takes it in stride.

“Well then you need to fucking pay me more, Luthor!” 

The two pause for just a moment before sharing a laugh together, Lex leaning forward and laughing into his hand while Slade tilts his head back to laugh upwards. His head leaned back against the headrest of the driver’s seat as he tilts his head to the side to watch Lex laugh, glad he seemingly has his boyfriend back—even if that boyfriend is on pretty thin ice.

“Is it weird that I feel better now?”

“I don’t think so, I think you just needed to get everything out in a way that would finally make me listen.”

“Maybe…” Slade trails off, the two sitting in a comfortable silence. One that’s somehow comforting. One that's a stark contrast to the silence Slde had grown all too accustomed to. 

That curing silence is swiftly broken by a coarse static interruption that cuts through the air. A confused and hesitant voice forces both Slade and Lex to turn their heads towards the open driver's window. 

“Uhhh….Sirs….This is a Wendys…Are you gonna order?” 

…

…

…

“Slade…Did we really just have that entire argument in a Wendy’s drive thru?!”

Slade goes to answer but the voice from the intercom does it for him. 

“Yeah…You guys did.”

“Slade…”

“What?! You said you were hungry and I haven’t eaten since breakfast!  Plus I’m craving a baconator, sue me!” 

Lex shakes his head while laughing softly before he looks back up at Slade, a content smile spreading across his face as he hands Slade his wallet. 

“God, I love you, Slade Wilson.”

“Glad you remembered you did, Lex.” 

“And I swear I’ll never make you feel like I forgot it again…” 

“Promise?” 

“Promise.”

[acenanxious]

Lifted Spirits (Slex)

Just a quick round of Slade and Lex fighting in an elevator and being horny at eachother. +18, no proper smut but it is referenced.

“I genuinely hate you.” 

“You do not.” 

“Yes. Yes, I do.” 

It was a rather blunt sentiment. One that — by Lex’s account— shouldn’t need any further explanation given the current circumstances. With his arms angrily crossed over his chest, Lex is slumped against the wall behind him. The cold from the metal bites through his t-shirt and he’s forced to stifle the small shiver that comes with it. 

A hand rather dramatically rests on Slade’s hip as he rolls his eye. He’s honestly more annoyed with Lex’s shrewdness than being stuck in this elevator. What was supposed to be a playful moment of brief debauchery quickly soured when the emergency stop button was slammed down. 

“It really isn’t that bad, Luthor. Calm your tits.” Slade’s voice no longer breezy as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. 

“We are stuck in a fucking elevator!” Uncrossing his arms from his chest, Lex gestures around himself but quickly stops his flailing to point a finger at Slade directly. “And don’t call me, Luthor! You only pull that last name crap when you’re trying to be passive aggressive!” 

A quick click of the tongue from the bodyguard tells Lex that he hit the nail on the head with that little quip. Slade’s white hair falls further to the side and covers his face more as he throws his head to the left, trying his best not to look at Lex directly. 

“I know we’re stuck in the elevator, Lex! But-” “Don’t you dare!” Lex interrupts Slade’s thought. He knows damn well what the other man is about to say but he is in no mood to hear it. 

“You’re the one that came on to me!” Ignoring his boyfriend’s protests, Slade drops that little tidbit much to Lex’s chagrin. 

“I didn’t think you’d slam me against the control panel! That’s the one fucking place you shouldn’t force someone against besides an actively opening door in an elevator!” Lex’s voice echoes off the metal walls that surround them. His lips still swollen from their hasty makeout session that got a little too heated before it was rudely interrupted by the grating sound of the emergency alarm going off. 

“I wasn’t focusing on what wall I was gonna fuck you against! I had your ass cheeks in my hands and your legs around my waist! You expect a man to think straight like that?!” Slade’s frankness is a little too jarring. Lex was expecting a similar response but not one that sounded so much like a compliment…honeslty he’s a little proud of himself if he can make Slade that brain dead that quickly. 

“It-that…That’s not a fucking excuse, Slade!” Lowering his voice as he slinks back against the wall, Lex brings his knees closer to his chest as he wraps his arms around them again. “We’re still stuck in this damn thing. This incredibly hightech and modern tower and the elevator stalls out the second you press the fucking emergency stop…” Lex’s words don’t carry the venom Slade’s expecting. Instead of sounding like a pissed off CEO who owns the building —and he’d have every right to have that tone— he sounds more like he’s sulking.

That’s when the lightbulb flickers on. 

“Oh my god!”

The overly jovial sound of Slade’s voice only earns him a half-heated glare from the man currently pouting while sitting on the floor. Waiting silently for Slade to continue, Lex furrows his brows when he’s left without an explanation while Slade simply stares at him in amusement. 

“What?” It’s practically a sneer when Lex demands an answer.

“You’re not mad we’re stuck in here!”

“What are you talking about?! Of course I am! I didn’t want to spend two hours waiting for a fucking matience team to get in an get me out of a damn elevator!” 

“No! You’re not mad we’re stuck! You’re pissed cause you’ve got fucking blue balls!” 

It’s almost comical how quickly a dark blush spreads across Lex’s face when he hears Slade all but yell that declaration. Cheeks now flushed a bright crimson, Lex barely manages to sputter out some flimsy excuse that only ends up goading on Slade’s now seemingly relentless taunts. 

“That’s not it-!”

“It so is! You’ve been trying to hide your fucking hard on the entire time! You’re not mad about being stuck in here! You’re mad the mood got ruined and now you’re all flustered!” 

“Will you stop yelling about it?!” 

Slade’s bellowing laughter only works to aggravate Lex further. The tips of his ears redden as he watches Slade practically double over in amusement. Reaching his hand down, Lex grabs hold of the jacket Slade had shed while they were making out and roughly throws it at the still guffawing man. Anything in an attempt to break his boyfriend from his laughing fit, especially since Lex himself is the source of amusement. 

It wasn’t like the jacket would hurt even if it did hit him, but Slade easily grabs the article of clothing in midair while he slowly composes himself. As he straightens his back and squares his shoulders, Slade feigns wiping away a tear from his eye just to annoy Lex more. 

“Oh you’re such a dick!” 

“Oh come on! It’s funny!” The way Slade crosses over to Lex is practically a saunter. Hips swaying just enough so that they would catch Lex’s attention. “And it’s flattering too.”  The inflection in Slade’s voice pulls Lex’s grey eyes from Slade’s hips to the man’s face instead. Just as Lex was prepared for his eyes to meet Slade’s, a heavy boot connects to the wall right beside his head. 

The hearty sound of the boot and shaking of the wall he’s leaned against forces a jolt out of Lex. Confused pale eyes quickly scan the boot and trail up along the body it belongs to before an intoxicating chill runs through him. 

Lex hadn’t noticed how close to the corner of the elevator he had seated himself until Slade had blocked him into it. With one leg stamped against the wall, Slade has bent down to close the gap between him and Lex. Distance still parts them but Lex can feel Slade’s desire radiating off of him.

There’s no cheer nor playfulness across Slade’s visage. There’s not even signs of flirtatiousness. This aura that surrounds him is one of pure carnal lust. Slade’s singular amber eye pierces Lex’s widened grey ones. Swallowing the hard lump in his throat, Lex opens his mouth but it snaps shut when Slade cuts him off. 

“You’re not the only one mad we didn’t get to have our fun. You still owe me from this afternoon…” Slade’s voice trails off as he scans Lex’s face for a reaction. 

Shifting in his seated position, Lex doesn’t need to think too hard to figure out what Slade’s talking about. 

Earlier in the day the two had been…enjoying…each other's company in Lex’s office, only to be interrupted by a sudden video conference with a few investors that Lex could afford to miss, but didn’t want to. 

Suffice to say Slade ended up tucked under Lex’s desk for the better part of two hours, forced to listen to a couple of business men prattle on and on about god knows what while he was fighting off a seam ripper of a hard on. Worst part is? Lex got off right before the video call came through, so he got to go through that whole meeting partially blissed out of mind while Slade was left to suffer. 

Forcing his mind back to the present, Lex lets out a small chuckle as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck before he speaks. “I…I was trying to make up for it…”

Slade nods his head to the side slightly, acting like he’s entertaining Lex’s rather lackluster excuse. “I figured you were…but that doesn’t do me any good now, does it Lexi?” Tone darkening as that cursed nickname slips past Slade’s lips and lands on Lex’s ears. 

“I-I guess not…” 

“And your little attitude towards me wasn’t really fair either…right?” Slade’s leading with these teases, they both know he is but Slade isn’t about to stop and Lex isn’t about to tell him to. 

“I…” 

“So, why don’t you make it up to me?” The corner of Slade’s mouth ticks upwards as he speaks, his tongue swiping out to wet his bottom lip as he awaits an answer. 

“I tried to-” 

“Try again.” 

Another chill excitement shoots up Lex’s spine when he hears the excitement lacing Slade’s demand. A pale hand reaches up and rests along the top of the leg that Slade still has planted against the wall. Cocking his head to the side, Lex looks up to Slade through his lashes with half-lidded eyes. 

“We do still have about an hour before the maintenance team said they’d be on site and have this bitch fixed…” Lex’s words are soft and silvery as he speaks, his hands gently rubbing up and down Slade’s leg, as if he’s trying to convince Slade to go along with what he’s proposing. 

Slade quickly bites his lip before he flashes Lex another grin. 

“You’re not gonna get all pouty and pissy on me again if you don’t finish, right?” It’s a half-joking jab that’s surprisingly only met with another barb.

“Slade, are you saying you’re gonna disappoint your boss or are you saying you can’t satisfy your boyfriend?” The smirk that’s etched onto Lex’s face is the final straw. 

“Oh you little fucking minx…”