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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 heâd been asked what heâd be doing this Friday night, Slade wouldnât 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 Lexâs turn to plan their little date night activity.Â
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 wasnât always on a Friday, but it typically did fall during the weekendâif nothing else for pure convenience sake.Â
This week it was Lexâs turn to plan and heâd kept it a total secret the whole week. And honestly, with what the secret was? Slade wished it would've stayed hidden from him.Â
âI canât believe you thought this would be a good ideaâŠâ 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.Â
âIt was my week to pick and I thought this would be fun! Iâm not having a bad time and if youâd pull the stick out of your ass, I think youâd have fun too!â 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.Â
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 nightâŠ.
âI didnât think you and I had such differing opinions on the definition of fun, Lex.â Sladeâs shoulders are slouched and his eye narrowed as he watches Lex happily continue to paint away.Â
âQuit being a little bitch about this, Slade. Go pick something to paint! Iâm gonna be at least an hour and a half, so youâre either gonna participate or youâre gonna be bored. Your choice.âÂ
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.Â
âWe could be out drinking, see a movie, go to a concert, go to a shooting range, go play dartsâŠanything. Iâd even take the fucking musesum again over this shitâŠâ 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.Â
âPfftâŠThe fuck are you?â Slalde wonders aloud as he walks closer to a shelf of mismatched pieces. Some from old shipments of seasonal stock theyâd gotten in or just the random thing that the owner thought somebody might eventually paint.Â
In this case, itâs an older looking piece that Slade knows has to be from an Easter stock. Itâs a small rabbit thatâs nibbling on a carrot thatâs far too big for it and Sladeâs mind is too dirty of a place for him not to think of something filthy.Â
âOhâŠOh the resemblance is uncanny! Ha! Heâs gonna fucking hate this.â 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.Â
âDid you pick something out or are you still pouting?â Lex doesnât look up from the robot heâs meticulously painting as he asks.Â
âOh donât you worry, I found something thatâs gonna keep me entertained."Â
âReally?â Lex lifts his head in surprise and leans over to try and see what it is.Â
âAh! Hey! Itâs aâŠsurpise! I donât want you to see it until Iâm finished with it.â Slade fibs as he covers the object with his arm, just barely blocking Lexâs view in time.Â
âOhâŠwell alright then! Iâm glad youâre finally getting into the spirit of things. Remember to do three good coats or itâll come out splochy.âÂ
âHehâŠI intended to make this little guy a fucking masterpiece, Lex. Youâre gonna be speechless when Iâm done with it.âÂ
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 Lexâs own hairstyle. And luck would have it that the studio had just the perfect color of paint to match Sladeâs inspiration.Â
Lex returns with more paint in hand, his eyes wide with excitement as he sees how immersed in painting Slade looks. His boyfriendâs tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as heâs focused on his piece.Â
âYou look so honed in, Slade. If I didnât know any better, Iâd think youâre actually enjoying yourself.â Lex teases as he picks up his paintbrush again.Â
âWhat can I say? I found a piece thatâŠspoke to me is all.â Slade has to bite back a chuckle as he looks down at the rabbit that reminds him of someone very, very close to him.Â
The night goes on, Lex trying in vain to sneak a glance at Sladeâs work but heâs 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.Â
A brief wave of disappointment creeps into Slade when Lex reveals that no, they canât actually take them home tonight.Â
âWhat do you mean we canât take them home?!âÂ
âWell they have to dry and be put in the kiln and glazed. They arenât finished yet. We can pick them up in a week when theyâre done.â
Slade groans in annoyance, his arms crossed as he pouts looking down at his creation. Thereâs auburn hair that covers the rabbitâs head, the sickly pale color Slade painted the rabbitâs fur to mimic Lexâs skin toneâŠand 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 aâŠflesh 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 thatâs what Salde works towards.Â
All week leading up to them picking up their pottery, Slade is playing hype man for the naughty little rabbit he made.Â
âYou really are excited about this, arenât you? I swear, youâve talked more about your painting than you have about anything else this week that wasnât food or sex related.âÂ
Slade slaps a hand over his mouth and bites his tongue. Some cruel god somewhere is playing a joke on him. He couldnât 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 canât learn anything about it until they pick them up tonight. Feigning a cough to stifle his laughter, Slade straightens his back before he speaks.Â
âIâm just happy we get to pick them up tonight, I canât wait for you to see it. And after we get them, weâll go to my date night plan for us. I just hope you bring your appetiteâŠâ 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. Lexâs piece is the first one the worker brings up to the counter, Lex happily admiring his painted robot before the worker brings out Sladeâs.Â
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.Â
âSLADE!â
Sladeâs laughter is fully unleashed when he hears Lexâs 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 heâs been setting up for a week straight now.Â
There, in all its glory, is Sladeâs piece. A small, pale looking rabbit with auburn hair struggling to take a flesh toned carrot in its mouth.Â
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 Lexâs robot to put it in a bag for easier carrying.Â
âIt-hahaâŠIt really does look like him, man.â The worker admits as he hands Slade the bag before he continues. âBut my-haâŠhaha! AhemâŠMy boss wanted me to ask you to-pffft-keep it PG next timeâŠâ The employee wipes a tear from his eye, trying to regain his composure.Â
âHA! This?â Slade starts, holding up the small rabbit in his hands to show the employee. âThis is insurance that heâs not gonna make me come back here for a next time.â Slade admits as he heads towards the door, the rabbit and Lexâs robot in hand.Â
Slade opens the car door and climbs into the driverâs seat, already feeling a pair of eyes burning holes into the side of him.Â
âI got your robotâŠâ Slade smirks, reaching over to hand the bag to Lex who practically snatches it away from Slade.Â
âI canât believe you did that! Whyâd you paint such a filthy fucking thing in a family place like that!?â
âOh please, Lexi. You donât give a shit about keeping things PG! Just admit youâre a little embarrassedâŠâ Slade teases, poking Lexâs cheek with his finger while smirking at his boyfriend.Â
âOf course I am! You painted a rabbit thing to look like itâs me giving you head! What the fuck is the matter with you?!âÂ
âWhat?! You inspire me! Youâre my muse, what can I say?!â Slide tries to force his words through the giggles that slip from his lips but it only works to further anger Lex.
âYou so fucking owe me.â 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.Â
In Sladeâs hand is the little rabbit thatâs painted in Lexâs likeness, the man seemingly trying to woo Lex with the creatureâs admittedly cute imageâŠEven if it is bordering on the indecent. Lex takes the figure from Slade and looks it over, scowling at the item as if itâs its fault Slade painted it in such a fashion.Â
âAlrightâŠIâll give it to you. Itâs-Itâs not badâŠItâs still a jackass thing to do! But itâs not badâŠâ Lex relents, looking over the rabbit in closer detail. âYouâre still in trouble though.â Itâs an added after thought, one that Lex probably doesnât mean.Â
âAm I still in trouble if I tell you I got us reservations at that new fusion place you said you wanted to try?âÂ
Lex makes a soft excited little hrmph noise unintentionally as he looks over at Slade expectantly.Â
âWell, youâd be in less troubleâŠâ Lex starts, trying to hide his excitement as Slade starts the car.Â
âWhat if I told you I booked the VIP table?âÂ
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.Â
âThatâs what I thought. I figured this would be a good date night idea.âÂ
âMine was a good idea, too. You just put a dirty spin on things. I had plenty of fun so I plan on going back.âÂ
âOh, shitâŠReally?âÂ
âYes, 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.â Slade goes to interrupt Lex but Lex cuts him off, finishing his thought first. âDonât worry, I wonât make you come with me! I donât want to get banned from that place.âÂ
âOh thank fuckâŠLike I made my own fun but I do not want to go back.â Slade admits as he pulls into the restaurant parking lot, finding a spot quicker than he thought he would.Â
âThatâs fine, Slade. Like I said, I donât want to get banned.âÂ
Slade gets out of the driver seat and goes around to the passenger side, opening the door for Lex as he slides out.Â
âBesides, I can just go with Ethan anywayâŠâ Lex teases, smirking when he sees the anger on Sladeâs face as he slams the door shut.Â
âTHE FUCK YOU CAN!âÂ
Lex just laughs as he walks away, ignoring Sladeâs questioning protests as they near the restaurant's entrance.Â
âDonât you start going on friend dates with Ethan. Iâll fucking kill that little prick before you hang out with him out of workâŠâ Slade mutters, his tone low and threatening as he looks down at Lex.
âOhhh, is that jealousy I smell?â
âPfft! No! Jealous of Ethan?! FUCK NO! Iâm just sayingâŠI donât want you taking people to places like that that we go. Thatâs just for you and meâŠâ Slade tries to play it cool but Lex can read him like an open book.Â
Lex rolls his eyes as they take their seats, his hand gently rubbing on Sladeâs arm as they wait for their waitress.Â
âDonât worry, I wonât go on any dates with EthanâŠâ Lex teases, smirking slightly when he sees the quick sneer on Sladeâs face when he hears the name.Â
âGood, youâre my little bunny after all.â 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.Â
âGod, I canât take you anywhere!!â Lex tries to hide his embarrassment but fails. Slade seeing straight through the forced calm on Lexâs face.Â
âYouâre thinking about the bunny and the carrot again, arenât you?â Slade teases, his finger once again gently poking Lexâs cheek.Â
âShut up! I am not!âÂ
âAwww! Your cheeks are all puffy just like his!â
âI will fucking kill you, SladeâŠI will fucking kill you right now in this resturantâŠâ
âOk, ok! Iâll lay offâŠâ Slade pulls back, his hands up innocently before he reaches forward and grabs one of the drink menus.Â
 Lex does the same, the two quietly scanning over drink options before Slade turns the menu over and sees the dessert menu.
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 partnerâs 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.Â
âI donât like it.â Shortâbut not sweetâSlade 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.Â
âHow do you know you donât like it if you havenât even tried it yet.â Itâs not a real question so Lex doesnât 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.Â
âI liked the old one.â Slade whips his head to the side to avoid Lexâs eyes, the childish act only earns him a lightly vexed groan.Â
âThe old one was old. It was too worn out, wasnât 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?â Lexâs 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.Â
âI liked it but I didnât think youâd get the L-shaped one!â Slade confesses, his right arm gesturing to the second half of the couch heâd been trying to ignore.Â
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 roomâs 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.Â
He was happy with the little plan heâd crafted in his head. Too bad he didnât 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 didnât 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 couchâŠ
âWhy are you mad I got the sectional?! Itâs bigger but still gives the room that spacious feel we wanted!â
âYeah, but thereâs no room for the old couch, Lex! I thought we were gonna keep that one too.â 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. âI feel bad throwing it awayâŠâ Slade admits, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand gently as he feels a twinge of shame in chest.Â
âWhy would you feel bad? It served its purpose and itâs not like the couch feels anything.â Lex waves a hand towards the discarded piece, his callousness on full display as he shows not an ounce of sentimentality. Â
âLex, that was our first couch!â Slade scolds. âYouâre seriously not going to miss it?! We had such good times with it!â
âSlade, that couch doesnât have any memories! The couch does not feel bad about us getting a new one! Why are you projecting human emotions onto a couch?!â Lex asks as he sits up on his elbows, his legs still stretched out on the new one.Â
âThatâs the first couch I fucked you on! Doesnât that mean anything to you?!â Itâs a bold statement, one that borders on being borderline stupidâŠ
âWhatâŠ.?â Lex heard him perfectly clear but heâs hoping Slade will come back with a better excuse rather than just doubling down.Â
âThatâs where we first had sex! Doesnât our first time mean anything to you!?â Overly dramatic. Heâs clearly trying to pull on Lexâs heartstrings but thatâs not going to work, not this time.Â
âTHE FIRST TIME YOU FUCKED ME WAS IN MY OFFICE!â Â
â...OhâŠâ 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.Â
âYeah, ohâ Lex mimics tauntingly, his voice dropping to emulate Sladeâs before he shakes his head. âI canât believe you thought that was our first timeâŠI should be mad at you for that, you know.â Lex teases, his tone playful before he sees that Slade still looks downtrodden.Â
âStillâŠI-I still feel bad for it. It feels wrong to throw it out.â Slade says apologetically, like heâs pleading with the old couch to not be upset with him over this.Â
Lexâs shoulders drop as he rolls his eyes and he pinches the bridge of his nose while he thinks. He doesnât want to get rid of this brand new couch he just paid good money for but seeing Slade like this isnât an option either. Thereâs no room in any bedroom or office, and it certainly isnât going in the kitchenâŠSo instead of keeping the couch, Lex offers Slade what he opens would be the next best thing.
âAlright look, we canât keep the full thing but you can keep a cushion from it. That way you still have a piece of it, isnât that something?âÂ
âThree cushions.â Slade demands, his voice strong for the first time this whole conversation.Â
Lex scoffs at the attempted negotiation.
âTwo. Final offer.âÂ
âDeal!âÂ
Lex watches Slade head towards the couch but realizes that he needs to clarify before Slade does something Lex hadnât thought he needed to specify.Â
âYou canât pick the cushion that has the wet spot!âÂ
âOh my god, you are such a dream killer!â
âWhy would you even want the wet one?! That canât be hygienic and we are definitely not keeping it!âÂ
âI want this one because Iâm pretty sure this is the one that you always c-â Sladeâs sexually charged quip is interrupted by the front door swinging open and their teen running into the living room before announcing his excitement.Â
âFUCK YEAH! NEW COUCH!âÂ
Connerâs 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.Â
âDibs on this side of the couch!â Chucking his jacket off and tossing it onto the last seat on âhisâ side of the sectional, Conner mimics Lexâs earlier action as he happily splays himself out. An impish grin painting itself across his face as he settles.Â
âWhy are you so excited about the new couch? I thought you liked the old one like me!â 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 heâs keeping beside the coffee table for now.Â
âI do like the old couch! Itâs the one you guys let me crash on before you decided to be good parents and make me a room properly!â Conner laments, his finger pointing at Lex to signify Slade is only guilty by association and proximity for that slight.Â
âDoes 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 itâs leaving!âÂ
âWait, itâs leaving?! I thought we were gonna keep it!â 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.Â
Slade says nothing but looks at Lex with an âI told you soâ expression as he gestures to their son.Â
âI got the sectional so we would have more couch! Itâs nicer! I paid good money for it! We donât need the old couch! We arenât keeping the old couch!â Lexâs eyes are narrowed and his lips thin as he has to once again defend his actionsâhe didnât think buying a nicer couch was going to turn into such a controversial move but here he is.Â
âWhy donât we keep the old couch in my room?!â
âOr we could let it retire to my office at work!â
âWHY DOES EVERYONE WANT TO KEEP THE OLD COUCH!?âÂ
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.Â
âConner, Slade and I fucked on the couch more times than either of us could possibly remember! You still wanna keep it in your room?!âÂ
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âEEWWWW!!â 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. âI donât wanna know you two fuck any more than I already do!! Thatâs so gross!â 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.Â
âAnd you!â Lexâs words now aimed solely to target Slade with his next blow. âIâll let you fuck me as much as you want on that couch to make up the difference, how about that?!â
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âFucking deal!â Slade wasnât exactly looking for permission but heâll take a free pass to be as horny as he likes any day.Â
âGROSS!! But not on my side! You keep your gross old person sex on your side of the couch! Not on mine!â
âOh you absolute little shit, I am not old!â Slade turns on the one person that was on his side about the couch discussion.Â
âI mean, you did just get very sentimental about an old couch that wasnât even yours in the first placeâŠKind of an old thing to do, Slade.âÂ
âOh, donât you start on that! Youâre the one that kept going on and on about how âadultâ you feel because you bought a brand new couch that âfits the aestheticâ of the room! You actually used the word âaestheticâ. Thatâs kind of pa-thetic, if you ask me.â Slade crosses his arms over his chest when heâs finished with his retort but there isnât any malice in his words.Â
âItâs a good couch! And it does pull the room together! Thatâs not me being old! Thatâs me having taste!âÂ
âIâll give you a taste of my balls you keep up that attitudeâŠâ The corner of Sladeâs mouth upticks as he mutters, his ego only emboldened when he sees Lex blush slightly.Â
âGod, youâre so vulgarâŠâ Lex tries to stifle his chuckle but itâs in vain. He tries to cover his smile with the back of his hand but thatâs also a useless endeavour.Â
âYOU TWO ARE SO GROSS!â Conner whines out as he throws a pillow at Slade as some sort of punishment for the transgression.Â
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.Â
Itâs 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 teenâs shoulders. Itâs here that Conner finally speaks his mind about something thatâs been slightly bugging him.Â
âYa know, I donât really think the coffee table goes with the new couchâŠâÂ
After a moment, Lexâs eyes narrow before he sighs in defeat.Â
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 itâs some kind of bag. In any other situation Lex mightâve noted the tropeishness that laced the scene but now wasnât 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 hadnât realized till that moment that not only had he been bound and tied to something with a bag over his head, but thereâs a gag in his mouth as well.Â
Thatâs when the true panic sets in. Everything starts falling into place that this isnât right. That every detail heâs taken in since he woke up finally pieced together enough in his clouded mind to tell him that this is bad.Â
That he is in danger.Â
The ache that radiates from the back of Lexâs 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 roomâŠeverything after that is a blacked out blur. Itâs now Lex canât 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 thisâŠSome 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 itâs quickly ushered away when Lex realizes that whoever has just entered the room with him is almost certainly responsible for his kidnapped state.Â
A weak murmur is all Lex can manage out between the pain heâs feeling and the gag in his mouth, and the pitiful sound is unexpectedly being acknowledged by his captor.Â
âAweâŠPoor thing.â The flippant voice is accented with a cruel, low chuckle that makes Lexâs stomach churn. âLetâs see how bad the damage is, yeah?âÂ
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 heâs been sequestered to. A hand roughly grabs hold of the fabric covering Lexâs headâsome of his hair gets caught in the assailantâs grasp in the process and Lex forces out a pained cry as his already aching head has more harm inflected upon it.Â
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.Â
âOh, was I too rough with you?â The same bitter voice hits Lexâs ears and its owner finally comes into Lexâs 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.Â
âLetâs see how badly I got you.â The man forces Lexâs 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 mightâve wanted to say were silenced and muffled by the gag in his mouth. Saliva coats the part of the fabric thatâs forced against Lexâs tongue with a bit of droll running out from the corners of his mouth. Lexâs eyes are squeezed shut in pain, his jaw clenched as tightly as he can before he hesitantly opens an eye to face the man.
âAhh, itâs not that bad. I couldâve hit you much harderâŠâ The figureâs fingers that were once entangled in Lexâs hair slip free as the brute shoves the captured manâs head to the side away from the contact. âNow, letâs see if youâre trying to say anything importantâŠâ A gloved finger hooks around the side of the gag and roughly tugs it down.Â
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 manâs face.Â
âWh-achkâŠWhere am I and-and who are you?â Lexâs voice breaks as he tries to look up at the man thatâs standing proudly in front of him. The overwhelming menace radiating from the man makes Lexâs breath catch in his chest.
The man tilts his head to the side as he drags his gaze slowly along Lexâs confined form. Heâs 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 movementâaside 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.Â
âI donât make it a point for victims to know my name. Client privilege only. ButâŠâ A firm hand jolts forward and roughly takes Lexâs chin in its grasp, the hold just tight enough to cause another round of discomfort for Lex. âYouâve got such a cute faceâŠIâll let you call me Daddy for the night, howâs that sound?âÂ
The distressed squeak Lex makes shouldnât serve as an answer but it seems like âDaddyâ is willing to take it as one. The sound earns a low chuckle that leads into another callous taunt.Â
âDonât start being whiney now, itâll only make the rest worse.â Daddy says as he lets go of Lexâs chin, making sure to swipe Lexâs bottom lip with his gloved thumb harshly before he fully retracts his hand.Â
Lexâs 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 heâs 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.Â
âPleaseâŠI-I donâtâŠâ 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. âLet me goâŠPlease? I-I wonât tell anyone! I swear!!â Panic drips from every word. Heâs pretty sure there was a voice crack somewhere in there as well but heâs hoping it might earn him some pity points.Â
Too bad it has the exact opposite effect.Â
Powerful hands fiend Lexâs shaking body from behind. One gloved hand squeezing each shoulder as Daddy bends down, his face coming back into Lexâs peripheral vision as his head nears Lexâs 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 thatâs surrounding them. Lexâs eyes clench tightly shut and he bites his bottom lip, trying in vain to hold back the scarred whimper that leaves him.Â
Lex can feel the heat from Daddyâs 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.Â
âItâs not up to me to let you goâŠUnfortunately, itâs out of my hands now that youâre already here. That being said-â He gets closer before he drags his tongue up Lexâs cheek, his warm tongue tasting the trail of a salty tear that ran down Lexâs cheek just a moment before. â-you taste like youâd be so much fun to have.âÂ
A shiver runs down Lexâs 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 Daddyâs words.Â
âWhat are you going to do to meâŠ?â Lex tries to steel his nerves but itâs all for naught. His timidity and fear still shine everpresent in his voice as he chokes out the question.Â
âNot a damn thing. Iâve already done my part in this. Your business is with the client that paid me to bring you here.â The tall man removes his hands from Lexâs 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 itâs the same door the man entered in through before being opened once again, mostly likely to let in whatever âClientâ Daddy is speaking of.Â
âWell! Isnât this fucking funny, huh Luthor?!â Lighter footsteps approach Lex from behind, his mind races.
âOh fuck⊠PowersâŠâ 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 didnât end in a way that made the Powers Corp representative happy. Lex didnât think him turning down a partnership would end like thisâŠ
âThatâs right fucker! You know how bad you made me look?! I told you to play along, you little shit!âÂ
Despite the familiarity of the sour voice, Lex isnât comforted by it. Not by any measure. And itâs even worse when the figure gets in front of him. Calmly hands grab hold of Lexâs constrained wrists, nails digging into the skin as this âclientâ gets in Lexâs face. The overpowering smell of alcohol coming off of Logan is enough to force Lex to hold back a gag.Â
Lex struggles against Loganâs hands, hissing out in pain lightly as the manâs nails break Lexâs skin. Lexâs tired eyes focus on Logan and it doesnât take a genius to know the man is absolutely shitfaced and seething. It could be the concussion heâs sure he has or it could be that him knowing whoâs 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.Â
âFuck you! Iâm 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 wouldâve put you and your daddy in charge of my business!â For the first time all night, Lexâs voice is strong as he tries his best to glare down Logan.Â
âYou smarmy little bitch! Your âbusinessâ is just the fucking leftovers you scrounged out when Anthony went to jail! Youâre an idiot if you think youâre leaving here without signing this!â One hand lets go of Lexâs wrist as Logan throws a thick packet against Lexâs chest.Â
âYou kidnapped me to force me to sign a business deal?! Youâre a fucking psychopath!âÂ
âI thought it was overkill too but Iâm not here to judge.â The deep voice that Lex has gotten all too familiar with somehow sounds like a saving grace.Â
âShut the hell up, Wilson. Youâre job here is fucking done.â Logan pulls his eyes from Lexâs face to look past him and stare down âWilsonâ.Â
âThen whereâs my money?â Daddy/Wilson comes into view again as he closes the distance between him and Logan. Lexâs eyes landing on the imposing man as he comes back into frame.Â
âYou 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!â 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.
âI am NOT pathetic, Luthor! Youâre the little shitstain that doesnât know his fucking place! And Iâm not above putting you back in it!â Loganâs fist is curled into the fabric of Lexâs shirt as he pulls the man closer, the chair scratching against the floor as heâs tugged forward in it. Lexâs eyes struggle to focus from the second blow heâs been dealt tonight but he can just barely make out shapes with his glasses now discarded.Â
Lex is jostled forward again and he closes his eyes tight, expecting another punch from Logan but one doesnât come. Wilson stepped in and grabbed Loganâs 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.Â
âYouâre not doing anything with this guy until you pay me, Powers. I donât work for free and I donât work for favors.â Stern and cold, Wilson waits for Logan to let go of Lex before Loganâs fist is freed from his hired helpâs hold.Â
âDonât forget you work for me, Wilson-FUCK!â 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.Â
âI donât fucking work for you, Powers. Youâre 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.â A cold metal blade is pressed against Loganâs neck as Wilson speaks. âDonât you think for a second you can talk to me like Iâm one of your sorry little employees, you pathetic whiney bitchâŠâ 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.Â
âPay me. Now.â Itâs a demand, and one that Wilson is clearly annoyed heâs had to repeat so many times.Â
âJe-Jesus, Wilson. You donât have to be so hostileâŠâ 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. âYou know Iâm always good for it, man. You know I respect you!â Logan claims as he pulls out a wad of cash from his back pocket and tosses it over.Â
Wilson catches it with one hand effortlessly but he never takes his eyes off of Loganânot 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.Â
âYou can leave now, Wilson.â Logan dismisses as he walks past Wilson to get back to Lex. Logan harshly grabs Lexâs hair and tugs it upward, forcing him to look up at him through bleary and unfocused eyes.Â
âWhat are you gonna do with him? You know heâll just rat the second you let him go if he signs that fucking deal. Donât think you thought this one through, Logan.â Itâs a blunt statement but the curiosity is new for Wilson. Heâd 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 thatâs worth more money than what he was just paid.Â
âIf I need you later Iâll call the fucking Iceberg for you to deal with his body.â Logan doesnât miss the reaction that line gets out of Lex. âAwww whatâs wrong, Lex? Finally understanding how we do things in Gotham?âÂ
âWhat are you going to do to me? Heâs right, you know. I sign that and Iâll just go to the cops when you let me go. And you think if I sign it that youâll get anything if I wind up dead right after?! Youâre 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!â 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.Â
Loganâs eye twitches as he looks down at Lex. How can this little fucking twerp sound so sure of himself when heâs 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 itâs the quick snicker he hears Wilson not even bother trying to hide.
âWilson, youâre dismissed. Our business is over right now.â Logan tries to hold a commanding tone but it's very weakly received.Â
âFinally. Iâll get my shit and let you have your fun. But If I have to dump him over statelines, it's gonna cost you extra.âÂ
Wilson once again is out of view for Lex when Logan turns his attention back to him.
âYou know what? Youâre right, Luthor. Even if you sign this deal, Iâm not gonna get anything out of itâŠBut this will make me feel better.â Loganâs wretched tone lingers in the air as he reaches into his pocket as he pulls something out.Â
âWh-what will?â Lex canât make out what Logan is doing, not until he feels a sharp pain in his leg that forces a scream out of him. âAHH! Fu-Fuck!â
Logan grins cruelly, his eyes practically shining as he sees blood start spilling from Lexâs 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 Lexâs leg as he cries out in pain.Â
âYo-AH!You fucker!â Lex barely manages out before heâs stabbed again, this time in the hand as Logan laughs wickedly.Â
âThis 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 Iâm gonna beat the lesson that youâre underneath me into you!âÂ
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 Lexâs stomach and ribs earns another anguished cry, the sounds only working to further encourage Loganâs assault.Â
âI 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!â The kicks stop as Logan walks closer to Lexâs head and he kneels down, hand wrapping itself in Lexâs hair again to force him to face him. The knife that was in Lexâs hand is unceremoniously ripped out as Logan brings it up to Lexâs nose, trying to intimidate an already beaten and bound man.Â
Lex can barely focus on Loganâs 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 hadnât left yet and this might be Lexâs final chance to try and save his own skin.Â
âW-Wait!â In a pained croak, Lexâs words barely register for Wilson until he barely gets out the rest of the line âIâll pay youâŠâ
The unintended target is the first to deliver a response. Logan proudly scoffs as he bends down to see Lexâs pleading look better.Â
âWhat the hell makes you think you could buy me, Luthor?! Iâd 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. Itâll make it a whole lot better for meâŠâ Logan starts, the knife coated with Lexâs blood now teasing along one of his ears.Â
âNot-Not youâŠD-DaddyâŠâ Lexâs weak words barely find who theyâre for as he can slowly feel himself fading out of consciousness.
âNice try, Luthor, but Iâm not into Daddy shit-âÂ
âBut I am.â Wilson cuts off Logan, the door closing with a loud thud as Wilson turns back to the pair on the floor. âKeep talking.âÂ
In his confusion, Logan doesnât 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.
âI-Iâll pay you. What-Whatever he paid you, IâIl double it! I-I can triple it! Iâll give you whatever you wantâŠJust-Just help meâŠâÂ
âIs that so?â Wilson muses, his hand on his hip as he assesses his new option.Â
âWilson, fuck off and leave! Iâm done with you so thereâs no reason for you to be here!âÂ
âExactly, so right now you arenât my client. He-â Wilson points a gloved finger at Lex, though the smaller man still has his back turned to him, â-he just might be my new one. Not you.âÂ
âWhat the hell, Wilson! Whereâs your fucking loyalty!? I paid you to give him to me and Iâll pay you to get rid of his body thatâll be in twelve pieces when Iâm finished with him! Now get the hell out of here!â Logan snaps, his hand gripped tight around the hilt of the blade as he stands up defiantly.Â
âWith the way youâre trying to boss me around, Powers, I might just kill you for free.âÂ
âBullshit! Ha-HaâŠYou wonât 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 donât 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?â Loganâs 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 Lexâs 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.Â
âHey, come-come on, Wilson. I-I was just kidding! You-You know this guy isnât rich enough to pay you to get rid of meâŠand-and why donât I pay you double for the trouble huh? You-You know how bad dark liquor can hit a guyâŠright?â Loganâs practically begging for mercy in his own rich, privileged sort of way.Â
Wilson ignores him and instead is focused on Lex. He brings two fingers to Lexâs 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.
âAre you rich enough for me to make this guy my problem?â
âMoneyâŠMoney is no object, not for meâŠNot right nowâŠ.â Lexâs words are soft as he wans in and out of consciousness.Â
Lex canât 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.Â
âThatâs the best answer you couldâve given me.âÂ
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.Â
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 heâs now found himself in.Â
Itâs his apartment all the way back in MetropolisâŠ
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 harmâŠÂ
Lex weakly sits up, his hand reaching out instinctively for his glasses thatâif he had put them there himselfâwould normally be sitting on the coffee table, but he canât find them. His fingers brush along the surface of the table but never find what they seek.Â
âLooking for these?â An all too familiar voice rings out from the silence, one that fills Lexâs whole body with dread.Â
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.Â
âAH-Fuc-Ahh!â âDonât move that fast with ribs that fucked up. Wonât do you any good.â Wilson says as he crosses the room, shrinking the distance that Lex had from his former captor.Â
âWhy are you here?! How-How are we hereâŠWhatâŠWhat did you do?!â Lex can barely muster the strength as he tries to stand, his wounded leg buckling the second any weight is placed on it.Â
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 Lexâs 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 manâs 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.
âWhy and howâŠare you-weâŠhere?âÂ
âWell,â Wilson nears the couch, Lex doesnât 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. âYou hired me, donât you remember?âÂ
Lexâs shaky hand reaches out carefully, his fingers finding the metal frames of his glasses before he practically snatches them out of Wilsonâs hand. Once theyâre back on his face, Lex pauses as he inspects the glassesâŠThese arenât the ones he was wearing before. The ones from last night had a broken lensâŠThese are fully intact and it honestly seems like theyâd never been worn before now. If Lex didnât know any better, he might be inclined to thinkâŠ
âAre-Are these my backup pair?âÂ
âSure are. Found them in your luggage when I was getting your shit from your hotel room.âÂ
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.Â
âOKâŠI-I need a minuteâŠI-I canât think straight.âÂ
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.Â
âTell me what you didâŠWhat-What did you do-â Lex starts to question Wilson but heâs cut off by a sharp click of Wilsonâs tongue before he can.Â
âYou donât need to worry, I got everything out of the hotel room and got you home. Safe and sound.âÂ
âI wasnât asking about the hotel room! I want to know where-!âÂ
âI parked the car? Your usual space, duh. Where else would I park it?âÂ
âNo! How did you ge-â
âGet you inside while you were asleep? I carried you, youâre pretty light.â
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 âanswerâ ready before Lex even knows what question has been asked.Â
âGod damn it, no! I need you to tell me-HMRPHH!â This time Lexâs 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 Wilsonâs hand creeped to the small of Lexâs 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.Â
Once Lex breaks the kiss, Wilson leans in close to whisper into Lexâs ear. Lex shivers when he feels Wilsonâs warm breath tickle against his skin, his body shaking in the manâs hold.Â
âYou need to listen to me. Donât talk. Just listenâŠâ Wilsonâs hushed words are stern, like a parent scolding a child. âI dealt with itâŠI dealt with him. You hired meâŠRemember that?â The uptick in Wilsonâs voice sends a chill down Lexâs spine, he almost sounds wistful when he asks.Â
Lex pulls back just enough to get a good look at Wilsonâs face for the first time since they met, his tired grey eyes scan Wilson, the most concerning thing on the manâs face is that heâs currently wearing a yearning grin. This is the first time Lex had noticed that, hidden behind the white fringe of Wilsonâs hair, the other man has an eyepatch. Lex is lost in thought but his train of thought is broken when Wilson speaks again.Â
âI got you out of there. I got you patched up. I got you out of GothamâŠand I got you home safe and sound. Thatâs a lot more than Iâve ever done for someone that hasnât paid me yet⊠Do you know what that means, Luthor?â Wilson is still whispering in Lexâs ear but this time the question is accented with the tip of Wilsonâs nose rubbing along Lexâs neck.
âThat-That IâŠI owe youâŠ?â Lexâs weak words bring a small shot of adrenaline to the surface for Wilson. The man nips at the exposed flesh of Lexâs skin before he pulls himself back. He disregards Lexâs 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.Â
âThatâs right, you owe me! And I donât usually like people owing me thingsâŠBut you-â Wilson ignores the pained squeals coming from Lex as the hurt man struggles to adjust to sitting on his lap, Lexâs breath catching in his throat when he feels the growing bulge in Wilsonâs pants. A bare hand, one that Lex had only up until this point seen gloved, comes forward and laces its fingers in Lexâs knotted auburn locks, but itâs by far the most gentle male on male contact Lex has had in the last two days. âI donât mind you owing me thingsâŠInfact, I think I might prefer itâŠâÂ
âWhy-Whyâs that?â Lex shifts uncomfortably in Wilsonâs lap as the latter rubs his other hand against Lexâs good leg, almost like heâs expecting this to lead to something else.Â
âYouâre already in my debt onceover because you havenât paid me and I justâŠfiredâŠone of my best clients. Youâre rich. AndâŠâ Wilson leans forward to swipe his tongue up the side of Lexâs cheek, smirk only growing wider when he feels Lex flinch away from the contact. âYouâre just my typeâŠâÂ
Lex yelps when he feels Wilsonâs hand move from his leg to his ass and grab roughly, strong hand kneading the fat of Lexâs ass gently, like heâs trying to let Lex get used to the new contact.Â
âIâm your typeâŠ?â Lex probes, trying to figure out the best way out of this.Â
âDamn right you are. Youâve got a cute enough face and youâre so fucking smallâŠI carried you over my shoulder and got so damn hardâŠI bet youâd feel so tight around meâŠâ Wilson starts, his erection only growing as he gently rolls his hips up into Lex, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip.Â
âI-I donât know what to say to thatâŠI-Iâve never-Iâve never been with a guyâŠâ Lex doesnât 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 donât want to fuck him?! Thereâs 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.Â
âOHâŠWell donât you worry about that, BabyâŠIâll be nice and gentle with you, Iâll make sure you take it slowâŠâ Wilson hooks his thumb around the back of Lexâs pants but stops when Lex's hand shoots forward and presses into the growing erection in his pants.Â
âWait!! I-IâŠâ Lex scrambles for something to say. âIâm too hurt! I-Iâm too hurt to doâŠthatâŠbut-but what about thisâŠ?â Lex weakly gripes Wilson through his pants, heâs handled a cock plenty of times before but never one that wasnât his own.Â
âAweâŠYou wanna give me a handy?â 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. âIs that what you wanna do?âÂ
âYeahâŠâ Itâs 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 Wilsonâs belt, tugging his pants down just enough to release the hard cock that was practically begging to be let out.Â
âOh fuckâŠâ Lex canât hide his surprise when the thick cock springs free. He was expecting something big, just judging by the size of the bulge, but he wasnât 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.Â
âI know itâs big, BabyâŠDonât worry, Daddyâll be easy when itâs in you laterâŠBut for nowâŠâ Wilsonâs hand grabs hold of one of Lexâs 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. âJust get used to playing with it like this firstâŠ.â
The hand on Lexâs ass squeezes and rubs in sync with Lexâs sloppy strokes. Each glide of Lexâs hand earns the smaller man praise from Wilson who is watching Lexâs face intently. Lex pays careful attention to Wilsonâs tipâtaking a play out of his own book when heâs gotten a handjob beforeâ he gently pinches the head between his fingers as his hand passes it. Soon Lexâs hand and Wilsonâs shaft are coated in precum, Wilson thrusting his hips forward to meet Lexâs hand, his eye closed as he moans loudly, trying to encourage Lex to get into it as well.Â
âYouâre doing so good, LexiâŠIs this your first time playing with a cock thatâs not your own?â Wilson muses. Heâs clearly enjoying the sexual favor but Lex doesnât know whatâs going to force him over the edge.Â
âYeah, DaddyâŠIt isâŠâ Lex lets out, trying to block out any teases from Wilson but something good did come of that jeer. Lex noticed Wilsonâs cock twitched excitedly when he said âDaddyâ...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.
âIs-Is it good, Daddy? Am I doing good?â Lex asks, pitching his voice up higher to try and sound more aroused than he is.Â
âOh 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 timeâŠâÂ
âI-Iâve just got a lot of practiceâŠâ Lex admits, his cheeks blushing at the admission but his embarrassment isnât 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.Â
âYeah? You play with yourself allot?âÂ
âUh huhâŠâ Lex bits back the annoyance in his voice, instead he tries to solely focus on getting Wilson off. And even if he wonât admit it, there is something about this that isâŠexcitingâŠabout all of this.Â
âWell donât you worry, Baby. Daddyâll be playing with you from now onâŠYouâd like that wouldnât huh? Youâd like Daddy to jerk off that needy cock of yours while you take him, wouldnât you?âÂ
Wilsonâs thrusts are becoming increasingly erratic. Between Lexâs hand and his own delusions that Lex actually wants him, heâs soon at his end.Â
Wilson forces himself forward, capturing Lexâs less than willing lips in another sloppy kiss as he cums roughly. Thick ropes of cum coat Lexâs hand and spill onto Wilsonâs pants as he fucks Lexâs hand through his orgasm. Wilson forces his tongue into Lexâs mouth, searching all around the wet cavern and forcing itself under Lexâs tongue, trying to encourage him to play.Â
Lex weakly moans into the kiss before Wilson breaks it, a string of saliva connects the two before Wilson reaches up to wipe Lexâs bottom lip with his thumb.Â
âYou did such a good job, BabyâŠâ
Lex tries to pull away but Wilson doesnât let him, scolding the smaller man softly in a teasing manner.Â
âDonât move away from me, you little teaseâŠDaddy needs to return the favor.â Wilson smirks, his hand moving to paw at Lexâs own growing need. One that Lex hadnât even noticed until Wilson made the move.Â
âOh! I-I didnât knowâŠI mean, I just-I donât-â
âShhhâŠShhhâŠDonât worry, Baby. Daddyâll take good care of youâŠYou hired me to help, remember?âÂ
Lex slowly closes his eyes as he feels Wilsonâs hands undo the button and zipper of his pants, biting back the smallest pleasured mewl when string fingers wrap around his half-erect cock.Â
âI-I donâtâŠI donât even know your actual name or-or what I even really hired you for!â Lex squirms in his seat, the pain that plagues his body slowly being chased away by pleasure.Â
âHA! This far in and now you finally ask what my name isâŠItâs Slade, Baby. Slade Wilson. And you hired yourself a hitman, Lex LuthorâŠBut Iâm willing to be so much more for youâŠâ Slade trails off, his hand giving languid strokes as he watches Lex for a reaction.Â
âOh fuck meâŠâ Lexâs head hangs in shame, his eyes clenched shut as he slowly loses himself to the pleasure.
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.
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 canât help it if by now heâs 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.Â
âLex, honestly man youâre stressing me out more right now than Kon is.â 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. Sladeâs tone came across overly dull given the circumstances and right now Lex isnât exactly in the headspace to be a ârationalâ adult.Â
âHow could I possibly be more stressing than Kon?! Heâs fucking missing, Slade!â Lexâs 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. âOur son is missing!!â Lexâs voice cracks but he ignores the slip, subconsciously hoping that heâs going to be soothed by Slade but thatâs far from the response he gets.
âI know heâs 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!â Sladeâs frankness probably came across far harsher than he meant it to but the bodyguard canât really bring himself to care. His own nerves and exhaustion are weighing down his filter right now.Â
âThatâs not the point, Slade! I donât like Conner being out without us and this is the third time heâs snuck off! Itâs 4 am and we have no idea where he is!â Lexâs words lower, his next sentence being barely muttered above a whisper, âBut Iâm not shocked you donât careâŠâÂ
âOH FUCK YOU!â 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. âI DO care about Conner! From day ONE Iâve loved him! Heâs my son by any measure and if anybody else had said that to me their brains would be painting these fucking walls!â Sladeâs booming voice echoes off the walls and floor-to-ceiliing windows that surround them.Â
âSlade, I-â Lex starts but his mouth snaps shut when Slade cuts him off.Â
âNo! Lex, you woke me up in the middle of the night and told me Kon was missing! We both scoured the city and now weâve been waiting here in your office to see if your hail mary pays off! I love that kid and Iâm not gonna sit here and let you tell me that I don't care about him just because Iâm not pissing my pants like you because heâs missing!â Slade runs his hand through his hair as he tries to calm himself. Heâs been holding it together so wellâin his mind he has anywayâbut now heâs about at his breaking point. âLex, the little shit threw me through the wall yesterday during training! I-I was so damn proud of him!â Sladeâs tired face manages a half smile as a weak chuckle leaves him. âI-I canât imagine anything bad happening to him butâŠbut IâŠâ Words that barely leave Sladeâs lips hang heavily in the air as he tries to find his voice again.Â
Lexâs 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 doesnât exist. This is the first time since they got to his office that heâs gotten a proper look at Sladeâs face and not only is the exhaustion plain to see but so is the sorrow that heâs 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 Lexâs heart to break for the second time tonight.Â
Sladeâs 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 Sladeâs tearstained cheeks through the white fringe thatâs shielding the rest of Sladeâs face. Lex crosses the room to him, his hand finding Sladeâs good arm as tries to gently coax Slade to face him.Â
In all his worry for their son, Lex hadnât realized that heâd actually been relying on Sladeâs nonchalantness to carry him through this. Each time Lex would start to spiral about Connerâs unknown location, Sladeâs 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 Lexâs 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.Â
âSladeâŠâ Lex speaks with a quiet voice thatâs laced with nothing but concern as he watches Slade. He doesnât know what to say but what he does know is that he needs Slade to understand that theyâre in this together. They are both just two parents waiting with bated breath for their son to return to them.Â
âLex, Iâm just so worried about himâŠI-I know, I know for a fact that he canât get hurt! ButâŠâ Sladeâs voice wavers as he sucks in a sharp breath before he continues. âI-Iâm so scaredâŠI canât stand him being out there without us right now.â
âI knowâŠI-I am too. And as much as I hate itâŠright now itâs out of our hands. Itâs in his.â Lex doesnât even bother trying to hide the disdain that surrounds that final word as he speaks.Â
Slade canât 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 canât do a damn thing about it to bring him back.Â
Lex rubs his hand against Sladeâs good arm, hoping that any contact might offer even the most miniscule amount of comfort right now. Lex moves to rest his head against Sladeâs shoulder, Slade shifting his stance to make it a little easier on the shorter male, while the pair say nothing at all. Sladeâs shaking shoulders slowly cease their erratic movements, he turns his head and takes in slow deep breaths as his nose grazes over Lexâs messy auburn hair.Â
The lingering scent of Lexâs body wash that doubles as his shampoo dampers Sladeâs nerves briefly. He canâeven if itâs just for a fleeting momentâ close his eye and pretend heâs back home in bed with Lex. Pretend that theyâre 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 Sladeâs strong frame and he gets a sudden whiff of the laundry detergent that they use. He hadnât even realized that Slade was still in the clothes heâd worn to bed that night. The dark blue plaid fabric of Sladesâ pants had actually looked black in the dark room and the graphic on the old band tee so faded that Lex canât even recognize it right now. With his eyes closed, the familiar scent that's tickling his nose and the warmth Sladeâs sharing practically lulls him into a false sense of temporary comfort.Â
The pair stay frozen as they lie to themselves and to each other.Â
They can pretend that everything is fine.
But they both know itâs a lie.Â
One thatâs broken as a strike of lightning splits across the sky and itâs 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 maleâs chest heave as his breath hitches. A lump forming in Lexâs own throat when he turns to look out the window.Â
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.Â
âLexâŠâ Sladeâs voice is low as he practically whispers into Lexâs ear, somehow the utterance of the short name harbours so much confusion and apprehension.Â
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 itâs 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.Â
Slade rushes to Lexâs side only for the smaller man to run to the window to yell something out of it. Between Lexâs exhausted state and the roaring storm outside, his horse voice barely reaches the two shadowed beings but it echoes in the office.
âGET YOUR ASSES IN HERE NOW!!âÂ
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.Â
Slade goes and grabs Lex by the back of the shirt, pulling the tired man back in from the opening before heâs either forced out by the strong pulls of the winds or before he simply slips on the water and falls out.Â
Itâs 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.Â
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 wasnât exactly uncomfortable for him, it doesnât mean that he didnât 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.Â
âConner!â âKon!âÂ
Conner is immediately enveloped in a hug from both men. Lexâs lanky arms wrap around his sonâs 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 heâs 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 itâs accompanied by happy tears.
âYou better never, ever, do that again! We were so worried about you!â What should have been anger is instead replaced by reliefâŠand thatâs absolutely terrifying to the young clone considering itâs coming from Slade.Â
âAre you alright?! Are you hurt? What happened? Where were you?! Are you alright?!â 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 Lexâs words of worry is the way he asks. His questions are laced with outrage but it seems like heâs managing to keep it down...for now.Â
âDad! Pops! Knock it off! Iâm fine!â Conner tries to pull himself from Sladeâs still firm hold and Lexâs searching hands and prying eyes.Â
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 Connerâs liking. Lex on the other hand has his arms crossed over his chest, his grey eyes jumping from place to place on Connerâs body like heâs taking a mental inventory.Â
Itâs then the realization hits him.Â
âOH FUCK NO!â 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. âClark, take me back!! Sladeâs been crying! Thatâs how I know Iâm in deep shit!!âÂ
âYouâre not going anywhere! Conner, feet, floor, now!â 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. Clarkâs hands shoot up defensively as he softly shakes his head, trying to show he has no intention to do anything.
âConner, maybeâŠmaybe listen to yourâŠdad?â Clark canât lie, it sounds very weird to say that aloud. Heâs still unsure how he feels about the whole âOh, Superboy is a clone of you that Lex Luthor made using your DNA and his own. And by the way heâs raising the clone as his own son with him and his totally evil not evil boyfriend thatâs tried to kill you before.â but Lex reached out for help when he couldnât find ConnerâŠAnd Clark canât say he doesnât have affection for the kid and itâs not like Lex would do that lightly.Â
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 doesnât 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.Â
âKon, youâre sure youâre alright?â Sladeâs words are far too soft for comfort. Conner is used to Slade being the brash one, the overly gentle way heâs speaking is far scarier than if Slade was to just yell at him.Â
âYeahâŠIâm fine, PopsâŠâ 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.Â
As he watches from a distance, Clark canât help but match that smile. Itâs actually really reassuring to see Slade of all people be so gentle and caring. Too bad it only lasts for a few seconds.Â
Slade slaps the back of Connerâs head with his good side as hard as he can before he yells.
âTHEN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! SNEAKING OUT LIKE THAT, ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!âÂ
Conner takes the hit like itâs nothing, squawking out as he reaches up to rub the back of his head while he pouts. It didnât hurt. Everyone there knows it didnât hurt but like hell if heâs not going to try to gain some semblance of sympathy. Mostly from Clark, which to Connerâs credit, does sort of work.Â
âHey! Slade, come on donât hit hi-â
âStay out of this, Kent!â Now itâs Lexâs turn to snip. He reaches up roughly and grabs ahold of one of Connerâs ears, tugging the boy downâwell Conner letâs him tug himâjust enough to hold some remnant of authority over his kid.Â
âAH! Dad! Let go! This is embarrassing!â Connerâs head is ducked lightly but heâs able to turn it just enough to the side to look at Clark for help. âDad Two, help! See how they treat me?!âÂ
âDAD TWO?!â Lex and Slade couldnât have said that in such perfect unison again if they practiced for a hundred years.Â
âCome on you twoâŠIt-it was a joke! Conner, tell them it was a jokeâŠplease!â 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 Connerâs parents.Â
âAHH! DAD! Ear!â Conner begs again and this time Lex does actually let go just so he can point at Clark.
âYou!â 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. âI-I guessâŠI guess I have to say thank youâŠYou-You did find himâŠâ Lex spits through clenched teeth.Â
âI-Oh! Yeah, uhâŠI-I guess youâreâŠwelcome?â Clark asks as he gently shrugs his shoulder and a nervous smile spreads across his face.Â
Lexâs nails dig into his palm as he makes his hands into his fists when he hears Clarkâs far too saccharine laugh but he tries to bury his disdain for the man.
âAnyway!â Slade snaps, his eye gives Clark a quick hate filled updown before he looks back to his son. âYou are so fucking grounded!âÂ
âAww manâŠâ Conner huffs as he pouts, his arms crossing over his chest in a begrudging acceptance.Â
Lex watches Slade before giving Conner another quick onceover and then he turns back towards Clark.Â
âWhere was he and what was he doing?â Lex crosses over to Clark, seemingly uncaring of the size and power difference between them as he demands answers. Answers that apparently Conner doesnât want them to know.
âNOTHING!â 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. âI was doing nothing! JustâŠchilling. I wanted to get some air.â Itâs a bold face lie and everyone there knows it.
âYou wanted to get some air at like 3 in the morning when itâs storming?â Lex doesnât even turn back to look at Conner as he asks.Â
âWeâre putting a fucking tracker in him!â Slade demands, arm up in the air as he yells to the room.
âHe already has one! Thatâs how we knew he was in Gotham but this jackass could get him quicker than we possibly could!â Lex snaps, throwing his thumb back towards Clark who looks mildly hurt at the rudeness.
âI donât want another tracker!â
âIâm not a jackassâŠAnd I-I donât think you should put a tracker on him! Itâs kinda messed upâŠJust_Just if youâre reading the room about itâŠâ Clark fiddles with the hem of his cape as he speaks, gulping again when Lex glares up at him again.Â
âShut up, Clark.âÂ
âWhy-why did you say my name like it was a slurâŠ?âÂ
âBecause it is one.â Slade says from across the room, his hand now resting on Connerâs shoulder to implore the teen not to try and run away again.Â
âAww, come on guys thatâs just kinda meanâŠâÂ
âShut the fuck up, Clark.âÂ
Clark looks down at Lex like a kicked puppy. He knows Lex doesnât like him but he genuinely thought that through exposure therapy with him Lex might be just a little less aggressive over time but that doesnât seem to be the case.
âYou guys should be nicer to Clark. Heâs chillâ Conner starts, his eyes looking from Lexâs shocked expression back to Sladeâs disgusted one before he finally lands on Clarkâs who just gives him a pleasant smile.Â
âAwwâŠThanks, Conner.âÂ
âSHUT UP CLARK!â âSHUT IT!â The in sync grievances only earn a sad hrm from Clark and a slight cackle from Conner.
âEverybody knock it off!â Lex demands, stamping his foot on the ground to cry and gather the collective attention of the room back to him. âI still havenât gotten an answer from Conner. Or you.â Another quick glare is thrown at Clark. âOn where exactly he was.â Lex finishes as he turns back to look at Conner who looks surprisingly close to breaking.Â
âI wasâŠdoingâŠdrugs?â Conner practically asks the room if thatâs a good excuse before Slade slaps the back of his head again.Â
âConner!â Clark, believing him for some damn reason, scolds. âYou do not need to be doing drugs!âÂ
âHe wasnât doing fucking drugs, heâs lying! His body composition is resistant to them! They wouldnât do anything to him even if he was telling the truth!â Slade corrects in such a tone that makes it sound like heâs scolding Clark for not knowing that about his son, even though there would be no way for Clark to know that beforehand.Â
âConner Luthor, why were you in Gotham?â 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.Â
âIâŠGod damn, it!â Conner whines, rolling his eyes before he pouts more.Â
âConner, language!â Clark interjects, much to Lexâs chagrin and Sladeâs annoyance.Â
âDonât you police my sonâs language!â Lex gripes, jumping slightly when he realizes just how close Clark is.Â
âYeah! You fucking asshole!â Slade complains, only to lightly slap the back of Connerâs head again. âBut watch your fucking language, Kon.âÂ
âYou swear way worse than me!âÂ
âConner, answer the question. Where were you and what were you doing?â Lex demands, his eyes landing on Connerâs face as heâs ready to scan his sonâs face for any sign of deceit.Â
âIâŠI was meeting somebodyâŠâÂ
A collective of âHuhs?!â fill the room as the three adults look at Conner.Â
âWhat do you mean you were meeting someone!? You donât know people!â Lexâs eyes are wide as he tries to wrap his head around what Conner just admitted to him.Â
âConner, I didnât think Lex let you go into Gotham to help peopleâŠHow did you meet somebody in Gotham of all places?âÂ
âWait wait, you two dorks are missing context here.â Slade starts, his hand on Connerâs shoulder turning his son to look up at him more. âConner, what kind of meeting someone was this?âÂ
The blush that dusts Connerâs cheeks gives it away instantly.
Sladeâs expression instantly changes. His concern turns to pure elation. His eye brightens and a wide grin spreads across his face.
âOh fuck yeah! My boy was getting pussy!!â Sladeâs voice practically echoes off the walls as he laughs happily.
âSlade! Heâs way too young for that!!âÂ
âI-I kind of agree with you on this, LexâŠâÂ
âI do not need you to agree with me!â 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 seekingâŠrealtionships⊠or Slade for seemingly condoning it. âSlade!! Stop it! Heâs way too young for this sort of thing! Heâs not ready for girls!âÂ
âFuck that, Lex! Our boy was sneaking out to meet a girl, how can I not be fucking proud?! Just cause you two didnât get your cherry popped till late college doesnât mean Conner shouldnât have fun! God, Iâm so fucking proud of you! You better be using condoms, all Iâm gonna say. Howâd ya meet her, huh?â Slade prattles off excitedly, almost a little too ecstatic that Connerâs already exploring things.
âSlade, Conner shouldnât have a girlfriend yet!â
âI-I also think itâs way too early.â Clark steps in, trying to get a read on the direction the energy in the room is going to take but failing.Â
âNobody asked you, farm boy!â Slade quips back before he sees the look Lex is giving him. âWhat, Lexi? Why are you looking at me like that?â
Pretty soon all three adults are going back and forth. Lex argues that itâs 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 doesnât help that Clark keeps overstepping. Even going so far as to call Conner his âsort of son too.âÂ
âSlade, he is not ready for a girlfriend!â
âLex, why are you taking Clarkâs side! He doesnât get a say in our son!â
âIsnât he kind of mine tooâŠ? I mean he has my DNA and he is my clone!â
âThat is not the conversation we are having right now! He is our son, Clark! Mine and Sladeâs!â
âYeah! And I say MY SON can have a girlfriend!â
The bickering continues before Conner breaks it with a rousing declaration.
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 đ„č
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 --
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 đ
@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. đ I thought the time said 10 days ago not ten minutes ago)
ALEX.. MY BOY... WTF đ 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...
making a Slade version of the blushy little goober to go with my Lex one but Iâm too tired to finish it tonight, this is how he looks in my gallery and itâs too funny not to share so hereâs the unfinished fucker
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 tragicâ yet comicalâ misadventures for Lex. But weâre getting a little ahead of ourselves here.Â
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 heâd 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.Â
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.Â
Water drips from the edges of Lexâs 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.Â
âWell, that should be everything we need from the car. Save for the beach chairs but I think thoseâll survive the night out there.â Slade rather gently places Lexâs work bagâ though heâs a touch mad Lex even brought itâ while he carelessly throws his duffle onto the hardwood floor before he crosses the room over to Lex.Â
âThanks but you know I couldâve helped get that stuff tooâ Lex meets him halfway with a towel but Slade declines to reach for it, instead he wraps his arms around Lexâs body and pulls the smaller man closer with a grin on his face. âOh god damn it! Slade youâre fucking drenched, let go!âÂ
A chuckle slips from Slade as he just tightens his hold more before he speaks. âNot a damn chance, Luthor. Youâre already wet, whatâs the problem?âÂ
Lex struggles in Sladeâs 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. âIâm sorryâŠâÂ
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. âWhat the hell are you apologizing for? Did you make a machine that controls the weather and just not tell me orâŠ?â The dulcet tone keeps the mood loose and playful as Slade awaits an answer. Something is clearly biting at Lex but Slade doesnât know what could have already set the auburn haired male off.Â
âThis is a shitty way to start the vacation.â 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.Â
âOh quit your pouting!â Slade rolls his eye and lifts Lex in the hug before he spins the two of them around, capturing Lexâs lips in a quick kiss before the lifted male can argue or retort. Breaking the sloppy quick kiss, Slade presses his wet forehead against Lexâs as he lowers him.
âIâm not pouting! I was just hoping the weather would be nicer is all.â With feet planted firmly on the ground, Lex takes the affectionate headtouch as he meets Sladeâs gaze. The flirty smile plastered across Sladeâs face does ease Lexâs 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 doesnât seem like itâs shaken Sladeâs confidence in the excursion.Â
âSo what? Itâs the beach, Lex. The weather is shit one minute and nice the next. Weâre away from work, weâve got this nice ass beachhouse all to ourselves, and we both need to change clothesâŠPretty good start Iâd say.â Sladeâs excitement isnât lost on Lex as he finds himself being slowly tugged towards one of the bedrooms.Â
The soft chuckle Lex makes only acts as encouragement for Slade. âYouâre insatiable, you know that right?âÂ
âShut up, you love itâ Another kiss is pressed into Lexâs lip quickly as Slade backs them into a bedroom.Â
Slade wasnât really wrong about the weather changing in an instant. The two spent the night christening the new bed and just enjoying each otherâs 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 didnât hear the sliding door open or simply chose to ignore it knowing it was just Lex stepping out to meet him.Â
âYouâre up early.â 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, Sladeâs turning his head to look at Lex with an amused look. âThe fuck was that for? You want round two already?âÂ
Lex smiles softly, his elbows resting on the thick wooden plank of the deck railing as he shrugs. âWouldnât it be more like round seven?â A slightly embarrassed grin pulls at his lips as he asks but Slade only smirks proudly.Â
âSurprised you can walk after all that, not gonna lie.âÂ
âYou only topped 4 times! Weâve done way worse than that and Iâve been fine. Have a little faith, Wilson.â Lex basks in the calming atmosphere thatâs 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.Â
âTrueâŠGotta be honest, my back and ass still hurts a little.â Sladeâs smirking as he teases, watching Lexâs cheeks darken when he realizes just what Sladeâs referring to.Â
âYou wanted the riding crop so donât complain that you got it.âÂ
âExcuse you, I was giving you a compliment!â Slade nudges Lexâs arm gently as he laughs, his gaze still lingering on the flustered manâs 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.Â
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.Â
That morning of contentment is the last time things would go ârightâ for Lex Luthor these next few days.Â
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! Itâs not like he didnât wear sunscreen, it just seems like someoneâ looking at you Sladeâ missed rubbing it in properly on Lexâs left shoulder. Lex however made sure not to miss a single inch of Sladeâs body so the bigger man is totally fine, pale skin seemingly adapting well to the harsh rays of the sun.Â
Later that night at dinner Slade doesnât miss the glares Lex keeps shooting his way each time he hisses in pain when he moves his shoulder.Â
âI really thought I got all the sunscreen! Itâs not my fault you're so damn pale that your skin just eats through it!â
âThatâs not remotely close to how sunscreen works, Slade.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever. Besides, itâs not that bad! You can just put a little extra on it and stay out of the sun a little more tomorrow. Tomorrow weâre just gonna go walk up and down the boardwalk and piers right? You can wear a shirt and keep it covered.â
Slade actually has a point, they intended to alternate their days between beach days and town outings. Theyâve got their own private little beach access and there arenât actually any other beach houses beside them that are currently in use on either side of them, so theyâve 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. Itâs actually a perfect set up to switch between staying close and exploring out.Â
âFineâŠBut youâre on thin ice, Mister."
Slade scoffs but says nothing, knowing damn well that Lexâs sour mood is simply a front. Heâs well aware that Lex is feigning annoyance, if he wasnât he wouldnât have gotten off so easily.Â
âI know how I can make it up to you~â The melodious way Sladeâs words hit Lexâs ear piques the bespeckled manâs interest.Â
Lex raises an eyebrow as he looks over at Slade, who's simply smirking at him in turn. He knows damn well that Sladeâs offering something, he just isnât sure what. Lex already turned down the man for a fuck in the hottub, god knows how unsanitary that would be, but nothing else thereâs nothing Lex asked for that Slade turned downâ not here anyway.
âWhat are you getting at, Slade?âÂ
Sladeâs 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 thatâs not going to be the case for much longer.Â
Lex can only watch as Slade slips down from his seat and ducks under the table; it doesnât take a genius to put two and two together. Slade forces Lexâs chair further from the table so he can sit on his knees better in front of Lex.Â
âSladeâŠâ Itâs not a question nor a warning, itâs just Lex testing the waters by calling out Sladeâs name to gauge if this is really going where he thinks this is.Â
âWhat?â 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 Lexâs thighs before they trail forward and find their way to the waistband of Lexâs pants.Â
âNot that Iâm unwilling but we are eating dinnerâŠâ Voice unsure and unsteady, Lexâs grey eyes watch as Sladeâs 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 Lexâs quickly hardening cock from its fabric prison.Â
âTrue but who says Iâm not in the mood for dessert instead?â Sladeâs 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 Lexâs lips from above him.Â
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 Sladeâs teasing, Lex opens the eyes he didnât even realize heâd forced shut to look down at Slade who was drinking in the sight before him.Â
âI love how fucking good you look from down here, LexiâŠ.â Trailing off, Slade pushes his head further to take Lex into his mouth at an achingly slow pace. Tongue grazing along the bottom of Lexâs shaft as he moves himself closer.Â
Lexâs free hand finds the back of Sladeâs head, fingers lacing themselves throughout the white locks as he throws his head back in bliss. Sladeâs never given bad head and he doubts the manâs about to start now. A hand roughly squeezes Lexâs 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.Â
âOh fuckâŠâ Lexâs shaky breaths stream past his lips as Sladeâs 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.Â
Once the sensitive head leaves Sladeâs 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 Sladeâs tongue when he takes Lex in again. Each bob of Sladeâs head calculated as he coaxes more and more of Lexâs precum out of his needy member.Â
Lex tightens his grip around Sladeâs hair and tugs it roughly, encouraging the man to go faster but Slade doesnât 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, heâs not about to start negotiating against himself here.Â
Pulling his head off with an audible pop, Slade rewraps his hand around Lexâs spit and precum coated cock and lazily gives the begging man a few strokes before he speaks.Â
âWhatâs up, Lexi? Didnât like it?â Drool dirties the corners of Sladeâs mouth as he speaks and he takes the chance to rub it off on Lexâs pant leg just to be a dick, but Lex doesnât even seem to care. Only one thing is on his mind at the moment.
âWhy-whyâd you stop?!â The pleading tone would break Sladeâs heart if it didnât get him so hard.Â
âYou pulled my hair, I thought you wanted me off~â Thereâs that shitty sing-songy voice that Slade only uses when he wants to get a rise out of Lexâ and it never fails.Â
âNo! I wanted to get off, not for you to get off!â Lex bucks his hips against Sladeâs hand to try and force a faster pace but itâs little consolation for being deprived of Sladeâs mouth.Â
âOh! Well, my mistake. I guess that me-hmmph! M-MhmmmâŠâÂ
Whatever taunt Slade had loaded, Lex wasnât in the mood to hear. Instead of waiting for Slade to restart, Lex takes hold of the back of Sladeâs head and forces himself back into Sladeâs mouth. He would have felt bad about the action but Sladeâs throaty moan around him tells Lex that heâs got nothing to apologize for.Â
âIâm not in the mood for teasing, Slade. If youâre making it up to me for the shoulder thing, youâre making it up to me but being a good little cocksleeve, alright?â Lexâs stern voice is accompanied by a firm hold on Sladeâs head that keeps him in place. âYou-You can set the pace but-but youâre not saying another fucking word till I cum down your throatâŠâ The sternness in Lexâs voice all but vanishes after he finally releases his hold of Sladeâs head. Even with his cock down Sladeâs throat, Lex swears he can see the other man flash him a pleased grin before he continues.Â
Despite his best efforts,Lex doesn't last much longer. Slade knows all the best ways to undo Lex and heâs fully intent on using the extent of his arsenal. His tongue swirls and caresses the most sensitive parts of Lexâs cock and every few thrusts he tilts his head to the side to brush Lexâs tip against the inside of his cheek.
Lexâs 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 Lexâs tip near the back of his throat he feigns like heâs gagging. His strong hands gripping both of Lexâs legs, his body tensing, and forced fake gag sound rips through his throat and mouth and full sends Lex.Â
âOhf-fuck!â Lexâs nails dig into Sladeâs scalp as he cums straight down Sladeâs throat, thick seed coating Sladeâs tongue and filling his mouth as he happily accepts what Lex is giving him. Lexâs shoulders shake as his breath shutters out, his leg bouncing restlessly as Slade coaxes more cum from Lexâs softening member.Â
Slade feels Lex try and scoot his chair back, attempting to separate them before Sladeâs ready. A single hand shoots forward and roughly grabs onto Lexâs hip, forcing the pair to stay just as they are while Slade loudly gulps down Lexâs cum.Â
âFu-fuck, Slade that-thatâs enoughâŠI-Iâm doneâŠâ Lex brings his hand to the front of Sladeâs head and tries to force him off by pushing his forehead but Slade doesnât budge. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Lex shifts in his seat uncomfortably as Sladeâs free hand trails up and teases at the hem of his shirt. He knew damn well this could lead to more but he wasnât expecting Slade to work on overstimulating him first.Â
The hand thatâs teasing Lexâs shirt finally slips underneath the fabric and presses against Lexâs flesh, the sudden contact forcing a jolt from the smaller man. Between that little jump and Lexâs increasingly pathetic whines Slade finds his mercy. As he pulls his head back, the thumb thatâs pressed against Lexâs 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 Lexâs still bouncing leg.
âDid that make up for it?â Slade canât 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.Â
âWh-whatâŠ? Oh, oh yeahâŠâ 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.Â
âWell, Iâm sooo glad I made up for my little hiccup earlierâ Sladeâs hand teases Lexâs warm skin before he pulls it out from under the shirt, and as it passes Lexâs pants he unceremoniously tugs the waistband upwards to cover Lex. âButâŠâ Trailing off, Slade pushes Lexâs chair out more before he stands up. âMaybe now itâs time for your dessert?âÂ
Only when Slade fully stands up does Lex realize that blowjob was just as exciting for Slade as it was for him. He doesnât need to be asked twice. Lex forces himself upwards, hand snaking around the back of Sladeâs 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.Â
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 waterâs edge, Slade on the side closer to the water while Lex is sandbound. The dark orange boardshorts Sladeâs wearing are in stark contrast to his black tank top that perfectly frames his built figure. Lexâs 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.Â
âYou know this is actually really nice, I didnât realize the beach house was within walking distance to the boardwalk.â Lex comments, his eyes scanning the nearby scenery as they walk, the tide washing briskly over their sandal adorned feet before it retreats backwards.
âRight? Fucking lucky find, man. Lucky break on the weather tooâ Sladeâs phone buzzes in his pocket and he manages to slip his hand from Lexâs to reach for the device.Â
âThat better not be work.â Lex scolds, his hand missing Sladeâs as he tucks it into the pockets of his shorts.Â
âPffft, says the jackass that brought his work computer on a vacation.â Slade taunts as types a few quick lines before he tucks the phone back into his pocket.Â
âWell I havenât used it! And itâs not like itâs here with me now, is it?â The second he can, Lex reaches his hand out for Sladeâs seemingly overly eager to hold his boyfriendâs handâlooks like Lex is a bit of a sucker for those romantic walks along the beach.Â
Slade happily takes Lexâs 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 Lexâs path. Some kid or creature mustâve 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 Sladeâs hand does little to save him from his own misfortuneâor the universe playing some sick joke. Face first into the wet sand.Â
âOh, god damn it!â 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 heâs swiping at his face his hand brushes against his glasses, one of the lenses coming loose and falling to the ground. âShit, shit no!â Lexâs hands scramble to grab the rouge lens but another wave comes and washes the lens into the sea.Â
Slade wasnât stagnant during that whole scene. The second Lex fell he went down to check on him but everything happened so quickly that Slade wasnât much help in trying to retrieve the lens from the sandâs surface.Â
âGod fucking damn itâŠâ Lexâs shoulders dip and his head hanging down, his eyes closed in annoyance as he lets out an exasperated sigh.Â
Slade doesnât exactly know what to say so he stays quiet, instead he places a hand on Lexâs shoulderâŠbig mistake. Lex lets out a pained hiss at the contact and flinches away, Slade had completely forgotten the burn that plagued Lexâs left shoulder.Â
âShit! Sorry, sorry! Are you alright?â Sladeâs expecting a bit of a chewing outâsince he did grab the sunburnâbut it never comes. Sure, Lex isnât happy but heâs not about to take it out on Slade.Â
âIt doesnât hurt that bad, Iâm just pissed about my fucking glasses!â Lex lifts himself from the ground, pleasantly surprised that his ankle made it out unscathed from the whole ordeal.Â
Slade puts his hand on the lower part of Lexâs back as he leads him further up the beach, his head turned back towards the direction they came from.Â
âListen, I know youâve got your backups at the house, right? I can run back and grab them for you. You just wait here for me.âÂ
âWhy? I can just walk back with you.â Lex takes off the broken pair and holds them in one hand, staying close to Slade as they walk slowly since he canât see.Â
âBabe, we were walking for like 20 minutes and I was slowing my pace for you. No offense but thatâs a shit ton of time wasted running back and forth. PlusâŠyouâre gonna be a lot slower without your glasses. You always take shorter steps when you canât see.âÂ
âBut that means Iâm gonna be waiting here for like an hour without you!âÂ
âNot if I fucking run it, Lex. You gotta remember, only one of us is a fucking dork.â Lex can barely make out the confident smile Slade flashes him as Slade forces Lex to sit down on the beach. âYou just stay right here, ok? Iâll be back in a few.âÂ
âThereâs no convincing you to let me walk with you, is there?â Lex already knows the answer. Slade isnât even wrong either, it doesnât 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 doesnât mean Lex has to like being alone for that long.Â
âNo fucking chance. Just sit tight, Iâll be back soon.â With that last reassurance Slade takes off back towards the house. This beach is nice enough so itâs not exactly a terrible place to sit for a few minutes but it doesnât 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.Â
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 isnât gone for nearly as long as Lex thought he would be. Once heâs back with the retrieved spare glasses the two continue on their way to the boardwalk. Â
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 itâs not like Lex minds. Slade ended up earning his keep simply by retrieving Lexâs 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 heâs also tasked with carrying all the goodies the pair bought that day. Slade really doesnât mind playing packmule cause it gives him a chance to flex just how big his biceps are, something he knows Lex loves to admireâthough heâd never admit it.Â
âYou really donât mind carrying all that back to the house? It looks like a lot.â 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.Â
âIt looks like a lot because it is a lot, Babe. But nah, I donât mind. I carry heavier weapons every day at work.â Sladeâs a fucking liar. These bags are heavy as shit. Theyâre digging into his arm and he can feel his fucking shoulders aching but he is never going to tell Lex that. Heâd rather pop two painkillers later in secret than dare to look like he canât handle a few bags in front of his boyfriend.Â
âAlrightâŠIf you say so.â 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. âI canât believe you bite your ice cream. Thatâs just sicko behavior, Wilson.âÂ
âYouâre just weak-willed, Luthor.â Sladeâs 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 isnât that hard since Lex wasnât facing him.Â
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 wonât go looking for. Heâs got a few things planned for later and doesnât 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 waterâs surface. Lexâs back is to the water as he sits on the railing, his arms draped over Sladeâs shoulders as they kiss. Standing between Lexâs parted legs, Sladeâs got one arm tucked against Lexâs back while his other hand is cupping the side of Lexâs face.Â
Slade roughly connects the two after every break, biting Lexâs lower lip excitedly while he grinds his crotch between Lexâs legs, smirking into their kiss when Lex returns to gesture. Tongue slipping past Sladeâs lips, Lex forces his tongue under Sladeâs, gasping softly when he feels Slade bite down teasing. Itâs a sloppy and impassioned kiss, each movement met with a similar one from the other. Slade hooks his thumb into the waistband of Lexâs 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.Â
âYou still taste sweet from earlier.â A humble chuckle tickles against Sladeâs neck as Lex leans back in closer, warm lips pressing against the white-haired manâs slightly tanned skin. Lex peppers the crook of Sladeâs neck with soft kisses, lips trailing upwards till he swipes his tongue across Sladeâs face before he moves to nibbling his ear.Â
With the plethora of soft hums and moans coming from Slade, you could honestly say heâs purring. Licking his lips in expectation, Slade goes to pull back from Lex to recapture his boyfriendâs lips again but heâs denied as Lex leans forward to keep them close. Lexâs teeth gently tug at Sladeâs lobe as he lets out another soft giggle.Â
âI love how clingy you are right now, itâs such a fucking turn on how you canât keep those cute little lips off of meâŠâ Slade starts, the hand that was on Lexâs face slowly roaming down to rub along Lexâs back as the man keeps kissing against him. âAny reason why youâre so eager to bite me tonight or am I just lucky?âÂ
âMissed-mhm-you-mhmf.â Itâs muffled but Lex does answer between his kisses, his tongue striking out to wet Sladeâs neck before he gently nibbles the skin.Â
âOh yeahâŠFuckâŠâ Slade holds Lex closer as he feels the man starts suckling and biting a hickey into his neck. âHow-Howâd you miss me? We were together all day?âÂ
Lex doesnât answer, opting to pull Slade closer by entangling his fingers in some of Sladeâs hair before he takes another bite of the male. Lex grinning against the skin when he hears the pleased mewls Slade doesnât bother hiding.Â
âYou know if youâre so hung up on tasting me like this, Iâve got something you might like to tryâŠâ Sladeâs words barely reach Lexâs ears, heâs 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 happenâbegrudingly.Â
âIâm not don-â âShhhhâŠâ Sladeâs shushing cuts off Lexâs objections as he grips Lexâs ass and lifts him. Taking the hint, Lex ceases his complaining as he wraps his legs around Sladeâs 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 Lexâs ass to dare leave just to open the door.Â
Slade carries Lex to the guest bedroom, he intends to take full advantage of the fact theyâve got plenty of rooms to defile while theyâre 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.Â
âIâve got a few things I think youâre gonna love, baby.â 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 Sladeâs lips but being held just out of reach by one of Sladeâs arms. âGod, desperate is such a good fucking look on you, Lexi. I swear youâre making me fall for you more, you know that?â A plastic bag hangs off of one of Sladeâs arm as he holds Lex, spinning the two of them around playfully before he roughly shoves Lex back towards the bed.Â
âIf you love me so much youâll get your ass on the bed.â 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 heâd be playing hard to get right now.Â
âAh ah ah. No peeking, Lexi. Get on the bed and close your eyes.â Sladeâs commanding voice sends a shiver down Lexâs spine.Â
Doing as heâs 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 Sladeâs clothes being removed from his body, Lex can assume the soft thuds are Sladeâs clothes being discarded onto the floor but he canât be sure until he opens his eyes.Â
âJust one more thing for you to do before we have our fun, Lexi. Keep those eyes closed but get those fucking pants off.âÂ
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 Sladeâs strong hand grab his wrist roughly.Â
âPants off. Underwear stays on for now.â Sladeâs whispered command wonât dare be ignored. If Lex wants his fun heâs 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 Sladeâs got in store for him. âGood boyâŠVery good boy.â That small ounce of praise somehow emboldens Lex.
âCome on, Slade. Quit stalling. I want you! If you make me wait too much longer I might just finish myself off.â An empty threat. They both know it. Even if Lex wanted to get himself off right now he knows he wouldnât be able to, heâd be too busy being flustered about Slade not being involved. And Slade isnât going to let Lex step foot out of this bedroom, not now. Heâs way too excited about this.Â
âYouâre such a fucking liarâŠâ Slade words soft and disarming, heâs not even scolding Lex heâs just plainly calling out the fib. A hand is roughly pressed against Lexâs chest and forces him down. He can feel the bed shift and squeal under Sladeâs weight as the built man climbs onto the bed. Lex knows heâs practically right on top of him. The feeling of Sladeâs 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. âI shouldnât be rewarding such bad behaviorâŠbut youâre so sweet Iâll make an exceptionâŠâÂ
The emphasis on a certain word isnât lost on Lex and he need only question the meaning behind the inflection for but a moment before heâs looped in on the surprise.Â
A slow hiss pieces Lexâs 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 Lexâs sternum as he looks at Slade in shock.Â
âA-ha! Are you serious?! Slade, thatâs so cold!â Lex goes to sit up on his elbows in protest but he stops when Slade straddles him. Sladeâs nearly naked form towers over Lex, while he rests on his knees Slade slowly lowers himself closer to Lexâs chest. One hand presses firmly into the mattress while the other is still wrapped around the canister. The thick imprint of Sladeâs hard cock unmissable as itâs hidden behind his black boxers. Dipping his head towards Lexâs chest, Sladeâs outstretched tongue presses right below the start of the whipped cream in a taunting display of feigned hesitance.Â
Lexâs chest heaves at the new presence, Sladeâs single amber eye focusing on memorizing every expression Lex shows him. His pupils are so blown from excitement and expectation though Lex canât focus on any one thing. His eyes keep darting from the cream on his chest to Sladeâs face down to Sladeâs tongue and everywhere else that dares capture his eyes' attention.Â
Bracing forward with a grin, Slade slowly laps up the treat from Lexâs 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.Â
âMy turn!â Lex again tries to force himself upwards but Slade isnât budging. Trapped between Slade and the bed, Lex reaches for the can but it's forced just beyond his reach. âSlade! Come on! Share!âÂ
âNah, ah ah. I lick the whipped cream off you, Lexi. But I can shareâŠa little.â Slade presses the tip of the canister against Lexâs 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 Sladeâs mouth desperate to taste them. Slade breaks the connection when all the whipped cream is gone, much to Lexâs chagrin.Â
âMoreâŠâ Desire laces the simple command, Lexâs cheeks flushed as he watches Slade with wild thirst.Â
Slade reaches for something thatâs just barely out of Lexâs field of vision. Seeing just how curious Lex is bolsters Sladeâs 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. Lexâs grey eyes hone in on the bottle and he swallows hard before his mouth parts and he pants expectantly.Â
âS-SladeâŠâÂ
âYou know what this is, donât you?â Teasing at this point just feels plain mean but Slade isnât about to let that stop him. The way Lex squirms beneath him is just too good and heâs not about to pass up the chance to get him begging either.Â
âY-yeahâŠItâs-â Lex swallows another hard lump in his throat before he continues, his focus momentarily broken by the sharp snap of the bottle being opened. âItâs that-that honey we tried earlierâŠâ Lexâs 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 mouthâbetting he did that on purposeâand rolls down his chin.
âIt isâŠWanna taste?â Slade doesnât wait for a response because he already knows the answer. He brings the bottle up so itâs hovering just above his chest as he slowly pours the confection. A thick line of the sweet falls onto Sladeâs chest and slowly rolls down his body, leaving a perfect trail of its journey that Lex canât help but trail with his eyes.Â
Itâs in this moment that Slade finally allows himself to be moved, Lexâs 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 Sladeâs abdomen as he moans against the skin. The second he tastes that honey heâs lost in it, itâs made all the sweeter considering the platter. Lex runs his tongue against every inch of exposed flesh from Sladeâs 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 didnât need any other reason to help himself to Sladeâs exposed body but he wonât deny himself a reward.Â
Once every drop of honey is cleared from his body, Lex drags his tongue up Sladeâs neck and traces his strong jaw with the appendage, silently begging from Slade to give him more. Slade captures Lexâs tongue hastily, eager to taste the honey he just fed Lex again before they continue. Coated hands grope one another, Lexâs nails clawing Sladeâs chest he forces himself closer while Sladeâs holding one of Lexâs hips within a vice grip.Â
âSl-hmph!-Slade, more-Nghh!â Lex is given a sharp correction, his bottom lip roughly snagged between Sladeâs teeth before the one-eyed man lets go, Lexâs 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.Â
Each lap of Lexâs 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 Lexâs head. Strong fingers tugging at the auburn locks but it doesnât do a thing to dissuade Lexâs feverish feedings.Â
The pair take turns relishing the delectable nature of each otherâs bodies for what seem like hours. The sheets soaked in a mix of honey spill over and whipped cream thatâs been long lost to the bed, their bodies sticky and wet as theyâre entangled in each otherâs limbs. The tips of Sladeâs white hair temporarily a light brown hue while Lexâs spare glasses have long been tossed towards the head of the bed. They arenât going by sight anymore, taste, touch and smell are all they need now.Â
Slade pulls Lex into his lap, his arms trap the man there as Slade sucks a hickey into the side of Lexâs neck. The now diluted taste of honey and whipped cream taunt Lexâs pale skin but Slade doesnât care. The lingering overwhelming sweetness that hangs in the air encourages the pairâs 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, Lexâs breath ragged as he grinds himself against Sladeâs aching cock thatâs still woefully tucked behind soaked boxers.Â
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.Â
âFu-Fuck!â Lex buries his face in the curve of Sladeâs neck, teeth eagerly biting at the tender skin as he moans through his orgasm. His hips rocking against Sladeâs lap as his clench shut, heâs 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 Sladeâs nails dig into his back, a sharp sting of pain ripping him away from chasing his blissful state. He doesnât get the chance to look up at Slade before a caustic voice hits his ear.Â
âShower. Now. I need to cum in you and Iâm not using honey as a lube.âÂ
A strained cry is ripped from Slade as Lexâs hands cruelly ensnare themselves in his now knotted white hair and heâs 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 heâs grinding directly against Sladeâs 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 Sladeâs chest that his voice cracks in the middle of it. He hasn't had a voice crack in years and thereâs 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 wouldnât want the night to end just yet either. Lexâs hands swiftly move forward and grab hold of the sides of Sladeâs face. He takes the small moment of surprise on Sladeâs face to quickly capture his lips in a kiss, ending the connection with a rough bite, mirroring Sladeâs kick off to all this before he speaks. Lexâs grey eyes clouded with intense desire while his words are laced with rancor.Â
âGet your ass in the bathroom. Iâm gonna fuck you over the edge of the tub and choke you with a god damn hand towel.âÂ
Sladeâs 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, Lexâs legs once again tightly wrapped around him as he goes.Â
After such an eventful night, both men are glad to have a calm day at the beach planned. Sladeâs 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. Itâs 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 canât really envision anything going wrong todayâŠTry as he might, the only thing he can think of is if something went wrong with their cookout tonight, but that was all Sladeâs troubleânot hisâso he was trying not to dwell on it too hard.Â
Realizing his boyfriend has now put his book down, Slade swims back closer towards the shore to beckon the other. Lexâs eyes catch Sladeâs sculpted frame coming back to land fairly quickly and doesnât miss the chance to look him over, though he does end up scowling at the man in the water. Theyâve been here for days and Slade doesnât 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 manâs skin but twenty minutes in the sunâeven with sunscreenâand Lex ends up looking like a lobster. Lex isnât envious about a lot of things regarding Sladeâs body, but his inability to burn? Yeah, heâs pretty jealous of that.Â
âLex!â The echoing of Sladeâs voice manages to break Lex out of his envious moment. âBabe, come in the water! Itâll be fun!â He sounds like heâs begging for a playmate and not his boyfriend.
Lex had told himself that he wasnât 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 didnât hurt to move itâthough that didnât stop him last nightâand he wasnât looking to get any pinker today, though apparently Slade doesnât care.Â
âLex!! Come on!!â 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. âBabe, the fuck? Youâre not gonna get in the water with me?âÂ
âSlade, I really donât want a sunburn when we go back home. And Iâm especially not keen on having racoon eyes from my glasses, so no. Iâm not going in the water. I can enjoy the beach from under my umbrella, thank you very much.âÂ
âMan, what?! This sick ass beach, all to ourselves mind you, and you just wanna stay on the sand and what? Count the clouds?â Sladeâs fists rests on his hips as he looks down at Lex, the smaller man has plenty of other obvious marks on his bodyâcourtsey of their fun lastnightâbut he doesnât seem concerned about those.
âI can watch you play in the water. Itâs just as good.â Lex settles back into his chair just in time to hear Slade scoff loudly.
âWell itâs not good enough for me! Come on!â 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.Â
âOh, no no no! Come on, Slade! Put me down!â Lex slams his fists against Sladeâs back but his flails are all in vain. Â
âNO, Iâm putting you down in the water and youâre 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! Youâv got plenty of UV protection for a bit of fun in the water!â Sladeâs demands and rationalizations do little to convince Lex but the smaller man really doesnât see a way out of it.Â
âOh, god damn it, fine! But if I get another fucking sunburn Iâm blaming you, you understand me?!âÂ
âLoud and clear, Lex. Loud and clear.â 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 waterâs edge, Slade plops Lex down in the water only for the smaller man to practically squeal.Â
âJesus, fuck me that is cold!â Lexâs 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.
âWell, you know they say there is one way to get used to the water faster-â Slade starts, his quick hand snatching Lexâs glasses from his face before he roughly shoves Lex from his feet so that he falls in the water. âDunk your head!â Slade finishes, the glasses safely in his hands while he laughs loudly, Lex clearly unamused as he yells out a string of curses.
âYou rat fucker!!â Clamoring to his feet, Lex rushes Slade but is grabbed in a one arm hold by the stronger man before he can do anything.Â
âCalm down, calm down! I was helping!â Slade teases, a devious smirk etched onto his features as he resituates Lexâs on his face. âYou arenât cold anymore, are ya?âÂ
Lex canât lie, heâs not, but that doesnât mean Slade was right in the way he went about doing it.
âShut up! You fucking oafâŠâ 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 Sladeâs mind. Â
âOh-oh, shitâŠHey, Lexi, I didnât mean anything by that, alright?â Slade bends down just enough so that he can see the front of Lexâs face, the height difference doesnât 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.Â
The second Slade is in the perfection position, Lex reveals his plan. Lex leaps over Sladeâs side and forces the taller man downwards, Sladeâs 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 wasnât about to remind him.Â
The only thing close that Slade does that hints at the passage of time is whenâjust judging by the sunâdecides that it should be about time for him to go start getting everything ready since heâs grilling for them tonight. Much to Sladeâs surprise, Lex actually stays in the water after Slade leaves.Â
Again, Slade canât help that little jolt of accomplishment he feels when he looks back at Lex who is still just relaxing in the water. Heâs 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.
âMOTHERFUCKER!!â Lexâs scream isnât anywhere close to its resonance when itâs just agitation that makes him yell. That was pure pain in Lexâs voice Slade heard right before he walked into the house. The frantic splashing in the water doesnât help either and within seconds Slade is already at the waterâs edge.Â
âBabe! Babe what?!â 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 Lexâs body looking for anything that could give a hint as to whatâs wrong.Â
âA FUCKING GOD DAMN JELLYFISH!â Lexâs shouts genuinely startled Slade, he hadnât heard Lex yell like that ever and since he was close he got an earful.
âFuck! Jesus, wait a jellyfish? Sit down, sit down!â Slade hadnât realized Lex was forcing all of his weight onto him before he said that but once he did it made sense.Â
With the help of Slade, Lex lowers himself down onto the beach while he wincing as Slade checks his legs.Â
âItâs my fucking left footâŠâ The voice still pain stricken and uncertain as Lex watches Slade scoot down further and gently cup Lexâs foot in his hands.
âAlright wellâŠIt doesnât look that bad, itâs just a little sting markâŠIt didnât get you anywhere else did it?â Slade looks towards Lex who somehow already has a phone in his hands. âWhere the hell did you get that from?!âÂ
âI had it in my pocket! Itâs a spare phone I keep on me at all times just in case something happens to my primary one!âÂ
âYou have a spare phon-God, youâre such a technophileâŠWhat could you possibly be looking up right now?!â
âIâm seeing what stupid jellyfish are in this part of the country this time of year! If I need to go to the hospital itâs better to know now and not 30 minutes from now!âÂ
Slade canât really argue with that logicâŠ
âWell, whatâs it saying?â Slade gives Lex a minute or two of quiet searching before he asks, his hands still gently holding Lexâs foot in an elevated position while he watches the wound, trying to see if thereâs any changes he needs to be aware of.
âIt doesnât seem like itâs anything seriousâŠNo jellyfish around here this time of year are particularly dangerous to people as long as itâs not stuck on you for a prolonged period of time.â Lex hands the phone over to Slade since he is the one who can see the injury site.Â
Slade takes a second reading over the article and pictures on Lexâs backup phone before he looks back at the sting, repeating the process a few times just as a precaution before he nods in agreement.Â
âStupid fucking jellyâŠâ 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.Â
âDonât blame the jelly, Babe. Iâm sure he didnât mean to get youâŠâ Sladeâs words falter off, his nerves calming down pretty quickly when he realized that Lex was gonna be just fine. The websites said heâll 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 canât be that difficult.Â
Slade bends down, scooping Lex up in his arms bridal style so he wonât have to put any pressure on the sting. Lex relaxes into Sladeâs arms, sure his foot really fucking hurts right now but heâs not any actual danger from it, and itâs not like he canât manage any medical incident that might crop up from it, but heâs 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.Â
âYou 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 youâŠâ 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. âWe both know it wonât matter if Iâm close by or not, Iâm fineâŠThe damn thing just hurt like a bitch is all.â
âI know but still. Canât I look out for my babygirl?â Slade smirks slightly, knowing damn well Lex absolutely hates to be called that.Â
â...NeverâŠEver call me that again. Ever.â Lexâs 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 Lexâs 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.
âWhatâŠWhatâs with that fucking face, Slade?â
âYa know, we still gotta clean off the stingâ
âYeah? And? Just bring me some warm water in a bucket and some antiseptic and soap. Problem solved.â
âI could just piss on it instead.â The sheer confidence in Sladeâs voice makes Lex flinch. The way he said it made Lex believe he was actually considering the gross act.Â
âYOU ARE NOT PISSING ON MY FOOT!â
âHA! Ha ha he! snort Ha!â Sladeâs shoulders shake as hestruggle to contain his laughter, he knew damn well Lex would oppose the idea but he didnât think heâd get to hear him shriek like a girl about it.Â
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, Lexâs 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 doesnât want Lex agitating the jelly sting and Slade would never say no to getting to pamper his boy.Â
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 focusâor perhaps lack ofâis broken when a cold bottle is pressed to his cheek.Â
âEchk! Why?!â Lex doesnât shift his eyes from the water for but a moment to toss an unserious glare up at Slade as he takes the beer.Â
âYou looked too lost in thought there. Didnât want you plotting revenge on the wholeâ Sladeâs hand waves vaguely towards the ocean to accent his point, his lips against his own drink as he takes a sip before he continues, âthe whole like, jellyfish population or something.âÂ
Lex raises an eyebrow, his eyes darting to his bottleâs capâor where it should beâjust to make sure Slade already opened it for him before he has a sip. âDo you have that little faith in me?â Itâs not a serious question but Lex wouldnât mind the confirmation that Slade doesnât think that little of him.Â
âNo, 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.â 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 whoâs finally reigned in his glares at the ocean.Â
An affectionate smile crosses Lexâs face, the corner of his mouth ticked upward as he watches Slade. âYeah? You mean that?âÂ
âCourse I do. You convinced me to fall in love with you.â Sladeâs saccharine tone and the loving sentiment spoken force a positively flustered disposition onto Lex.Â
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 couldnât meet Sladeâs eye. âY-Youâre so damn sappy right nowâŠKnock it offâŠâ
Slade says nothing more but he does take the chance to watch Lex. Lexâs hair looks much darker under the night skyâs dim light, even still Slade can make out the crimson that paints his boyfriendâs cheeks. Lex runs his hand through his disheveled locks as he tries to calm his nerves, Slade well aware this is one of Lexâs 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. Heâs a lightweight and canât chug for shit but Slade couldnât imagine drinking with anyone else, right now or otherwise. The assassin turned bodyguard doesnât mean to start getting all sentimental but it happened anyway. Itâs not his fault that thereâs something about the way Lex looks right now that just screams kiss me.Â
âHeyâŠâ 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 Lexâs cheek before he dips himself forward, Sladeâs warm lips softly capturing Lexâs in a sweet engagement.Â
A muffled hum is trapped between the two menâs 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 Slaldeâs shoulders as they kiss. A hand still cups Lexâs cheek while Sladeâs other hand snakes its way around the small of Lexâs back, the strong arm traps Lex in Sladeâs hold but he wouldnât dare complain.Â
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 Lexâs 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 Sladeâs intrudingâbut welcomedâwarm tongue as they continue. Lexâs fingers gently toy with the white hair at the back of Sladeâs head, no tugging or pulling, just soft, careful movements that tickle the back of Sladeâs 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.Â
Slade is actually the first to properly separate them, his hand leaves Lexâs cheek and rests on the manâs instead, the arm still wrapped around his back staying in its place. Lexâs arms are still wrapped around Sladeâs neck, his wide eyes struggling to focus on Sladeâs ardent face.Â
âThatâŠthat was greatâŠâ Slade smiles as he watches Lex, his eye focusing on the way Lexâs kiss stricken lips quiver as the smaller man pants out, trying in vain to properly catch his breath.Â
A nervous chuckle leaves Lex, his shoulders shaking as he slowly calms and centers himself. He doesnât go in for a kiss, instead he leans forward and opts to rest his head against Sladeâs chest. With his ear pressed closely against Slade, Lex can hear the manâs 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.Â
Slade is careful to not jostle Lexâs bad foot too much as he lays down, his legs parted so that Lexâs lower half is resting against the lounge chair and he can adjust himself as he wants. Lexâs arms and rest now rest directly against Sladeâs chest, one of Lexâs hands cupped tightly in Sladeâs own. Slade's strong arm rests on Lex as he lazily rubs small circles into Lexâs back as they lay. Slade cranes his neck forward to gently press a kiss into the top of Lexâs headâthe kiss really just grazes Lexâs hair but itâs good enough for both men.Â
Lex huffs out a content sigh as he snuggles against Sladeâs sturdy chest more,his finger tracing the scares that litter Sladeâs bare chestâsome from this weekend and some that predate them working together. âI love your scarsâŠâÂ
A hearty laugh leaves Slade as he takes the hand that was on Lexâs 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. âThatâs kinda a fucked up thing to say, but thanks.âÂ
âNo really, I love themâŠSome are from me afterall.â 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.Â
âYeah? And what about the ones that arenât from you?â Itâs an honest question, one that Slade wasnât really sure what answer he was expecting to get.Â
âConflicted. I hate that you have them, it means someone other than me tried to kill you and thatâs just not fairâ Lex taunts, the playful beam thankfully lands with Slade.Â
âOh, you think youâre the only one who tried to kill me?âÂ
Lex lightly smacks Sladeâs chest, making sure to hit a few scars that he knows are from wounds that healed long ago, well before they met.Â
âClearly fucking not! I didnât give you any of those, did I?â Lexâs tongue and wit sharp, his brilliant eyes watching as Slade shrugs before he answers him.Â
âNo, I guess not. But I wouldnât mind if you wanted to give me a few new onesâŠâ Slade teases as he brings the hand that is still holding Lexâs up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to Lexâs knuckles before he returns the hand back to its original position of resting on his chest.Â
âI donât think I wanna give you anymore scares, not right now anyway. But I will hold onto that offerâŠFor a later date.âÂ
âThat a promise?â Flashing a quick toothy grin, Slade tilts his head to the side as he looks down at Lex.Â
He isnât sure what it is about that way that Sladeâs looking at him but it does something to Lex. Maybe it was the head tilt. Maybe itâs the pseudo-flirtatious grin thatâs tugging the corner of Sladeâs mouth upwards. It could be the fact that Sladeâs 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. Itâs probably a mix of everything.Â
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 moonâs glow.Â
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 betweenânot like theyâre all that close to being with but it never hurts to checkâare still vacant at the moment. Lex bites his bottom lip in anticipation before he presses his palms to Sladeâs chest and pushes himself up, using Sladeâs strong body as a fine base as he sits up.Â
âHey, what? I thought we were cuddlingâŠâ Sladeâs sad voice should tug at Lexâs heartstrings but heâs got something he knows Slade will probably appreciate more than just basic cuddling.Â
âShhh, shhhâŠâ Shushing Slade firmly, Lex presses a finger to Sladeâs 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.Â
âOh-Oh hahaâŠI was gonna let you rest but if youâre in the moodâŠâ Sladeâs hands find Lexâs waistband and hook his thumbs in it, happily tugging down Lexâs pants to expose his already hardening cock. The rough smack against Sladeâs hand doesnât stop him from pulling down Lexâs pants but he does make Slade look up at his boyfriend with a perturbed expression. âWhat was that for? Youâre the one getting naked! Iâm just trying to help!â The best way to describe the laugh that trickles out of Slade next is as a damn giggle, maybe a cackle.Â
Lex rolls his eyes as he grabs his pants and pulls them back up, much to Sladeâs dismay.Â
âThe hell babe?I like looking at your dick! Come on, donât get all shy on me nowâŠâ Slade taunts, his hands going back to reach for Lexâs pants but he stops when Lex roughly palms the growing tent in his own pants.Â
âYouâre not gonna touch me!â Lexâs 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 Sladeâs thick cock that's pressed against the fabric of his boxers. âYouâre not gonna lift a damn finger right now, SladeâŠYouâre gonna let me take care of you now, alright?âÂ
Slade can tell by the tone of Lexâs voice that heâs serious. Theyâve done this a few times before, where Lex will demand that Slade let him do all the work and if Slade doesnât listen, Lex has had no problem cutting off the hookup right then and there. A low moan is strangled in Sladeâs 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 Lexâs hand squeeze just a little too hard.Â
âOh, shitâŠLex-Lex, come on, babyâŠJust get it started alreadyâŠâ
Itâs Lexâs turn to hook his fingers into Sladeâs pants and pull them down, Slade lifting his hips just enough for it to be easier on Lex to get them off of him. Sladeâs 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 Sladeâs throb excitedly just from this minimal amount of contact.Â
âHave I ever told you just how pretty your cock is?â Lex muses, moving Sladeâs cock teasingly just by shifting where heâs putting pressure on the tip at.Â
Stifling a sharp yelp, Sladeâs chest heaves as he watches Lex carefully, his eye darting back from Lexâs face to his own cock then back and forth a few times. âN-No-Not recentlyâŠand not s-oh!-SoberâŠâ Sladeâs words catch in his throat when Lex teasingly squeezes Sladeâs tip, capturing the leaky head between his thumb and pointer finger.Â
âWell maybe I should show you just how much I love it then, hmm?â Lex lowers himself, his tongue swipes forward and takes a quick taste of Sladeâs precum before he makes an exaggerated pleased moan. Lex wraps his hand around the base of Sladeâs cock to give a few slow strokes, Lexâs fingers press into the bottom of the head before he moves his hand back down again.Â
âO-OkâŠâ Sladeâs shaking tone and unsure agreement only bolster Lexâs actions. Alternating between quick and rough strokes to slow and achingly soft ones. Sladeâs head trashes to the side as focuses on the pleasure Lex is forcing on him.Â
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 Sladeâs needy cock. Beads of it roll down Sladeâs shaft, Lexâs fingers spreading the drip while they themselves are messed with it. He doesnât 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 Sladeâs 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.Â
âLe-Lexi, Y-you gotta stopâŠâ
Lex ignores the plea, he knows Slade is about to say that heâs close to cumming but by this point Lex is sure he knows Sladeâs body better than he does. Lex tighthens his grip on Sladeâs 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.Â
âOh fu-fuck meâŠâ Slade bucks his hips upwards to try and meet Lexâs hand and apply more pressure but everytime he does so heâs punished with Lex loosening his grip or just a full stop. Sladeâs broken whines spill from his lips as he looks up at Lex pleadingly.Â
âYouâre a needy little bitch tonight, arenât you Slade?â Lex isnât 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 wonât dare raise a hand right nowâhe isnât going to risk Lex seeing his hands move and using that as an excuse to stop.Â
âI think youâre just about readyâŠâ Lex gives Slade one last rough tug before he separates his hand from Sladeâs 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. âStay, Iâll be right back.â 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 thatâs going to be in his near future. Â
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 canât 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 itâs Lexâs hand thatâs wrapped around him instead. A string of moans and pants leave Sladeâs needful body, he even moans Lex's name in a raspy hushed voice. He tries to keep his voice down but he canât hear anything over the rapid beating of his own heart right now.Â
Thatâs 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 heâs nearing his edge, Sladeâs 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.Â
âSomeoneâs been naughtyâŠâ Lexâs small hand is clutched around Sladeâs wrist, and while the stronger man could do something about it, he wonât.Â
âFuck, LexiâŠI-I fucking ne-EH! Ah-HaaaâŠHnggnâŠ.â Slade rips his eye from Lexâs face as he looks down at his cock. Lexâs hand slowly drags a bright green silicon cockring down Sladeâs shaft towards the base, Lex making sure to go at that same excruciatingly leisurely pace that Sladeâs grown too used toâand the one that he absolutely hates right now.Â
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. Theyâre outside on a deck at the beach, his boyfriend is fully nude laying on a lounge chair, cockring on his boyfriend while heâs fully erect, and theyâre under a clear night sky where they can be as loud as they want and go for as long as HE wants them toâŠ
Lex finally strips himself of his pants and straddles Slade, heâs sitting on Sladeâs abdomen for a second just to tease him more. Lexâs hand reaches back to give Slade another couple of strokes just to work out a little more of Sladeâs precum to coat his cock as a makeshift lube.Â
âYou ready to have some fu-mhmph!â Lexâs taunt is cut off by Slade crashing his lips into his, fierce and feverishly Slade shoves his tongue into Lexâs mouth while his hands roughly grab Lexâs hips. Before Lex breaks the kiss, Slade is already trying to lift him up and put him on his cock but Lex bites Sladeâs lip hard enough to break the pleasure-drunk trance Sladeâs wrapped up in.Â
âBabe, please! I need youâŠI wanna feel myself in youâŠYou got the cockring on me, just get on it and Iâll fuck you all night, I swear! â Heâs 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.Â
âYouâll get it, SladeâŠBut youâre gonna let me lead, capisci?â Words strict, eyes steely as he looks down at the wrecked man under him.Â
âYes! Fuck, fine, whatever, Lex just please get on me!â Sladeâs nails dig into the exposed flesh of Lexâs hips, Sladeâs tongue wets his bottom lip hungrily as he watches with baited breath for LEx to finally start.Â
âI mean it, Slade. Hands off the hips.â Lex puts his hands overtop of Sladeâs, fingers lacing between Saldeâs own to pry his hands off.Â
âBabe-Oh-f! Fuck yes!â Slade arches his back dramatically as Lexâs fingernails roughly scrape down Sladeâs 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.Â
âNo buts, Wilson. Iâm riding you, right? So Iâm gonna use you like my own personal dildo until Iâm good and ready to let you get yours, understood? Nod if you understand.âÂ
A thrilled expression paints itself across Sladeâs 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 doesnât nod.Â
âSlade. Nod.â The command is once again met with nothing as Slade looks up Lex delighted.Â
Sladeâs chasing punishment, testing the limits to just how much he can get away with right now. Lex clearly wants to lead and even though heâs got no problem with it, heâs more than happy to cause a little bit of trouble just to get a few corrections from his domineering boyfriend.Â
Lex slowly glides a hand towards one of Sladeâs nipples, the tip of his finger brushing against the sensitive nub softlyâ 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 playâŠ
Lexâs other hand finds the side of Sladeâs head. In perfect sync, Lex jerks a clump of Sladeâs 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. Sladeâs leg kicks roughly in response to the pain, his nipple still being twisted as his head is forced further to the side.Â
âNod if you understand, Slade. You gotta show me that you can be a good boyâŠâ Lex pinches the nipple harder, his own cock twitching excitedly when he feels Sladeâs thick cock rub against his backside more.Â
Slade slowly nods, his head just barely able to move in Lexâs grasp but thankfully itâs enough to get his point across.Â
âGood. Now we can really have our funâ 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 Sladeâs chest and head.Â
Lex lifts himself just high enough to position himself above Lexâs achingly hard cock. Lexâs legs shake slightly as he holds the position just long enough for him to memorize the absolutely desperate expression on Sladeâs face. Wide eye, cheeks tinted red while his chest heaves in anticipation.
Bracing himself, Lex slowly lowers himself onto Sladeâs long neglected member. Lexâs eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels himself stretch around Sladeâs large cock, wincing as he takes the stretch. Heâs 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 doesnât hurt just a littleâŠ
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.Â
âOh-fuckâŠLex, you-youâre so god damn tight right nowâŠâÂ
Lexâs 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 thatâs caught in Sladeâs 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. Heâs trying his best not to thrust his hips forward to meet Lexâs but it's growing increasingly harder for him to maintain this no touching policy.Â
âFu-Fuck, LexiâŠPLeaseâŠâ Sladeâs head lifts up so he can watch Lex better, the way Lexâs cock moves up and down with each bounce and the over exposed scene theyâre in only add to the scandalous nature of it all. Slade scans the bitemarks and hickeys that litter Lexâs body and his mouth waters at the mere idea of getting to pepper new ones on Lex.Â
Soon Lex quickens his pace, his hips move faster and slam down harder on Sladeâs cock with each bounce. His body rolling and shuddering against the waves of pleasure that ripple through him with each increasingly aggressive connection. Lexâs mouth hangs open as his hands press down on Sladeâs stomach to brace himself as he fucks himself onto Slade.Â
Pleading murmurs stream from Sladeâs lips as heâs begging Lex to take off his cockring, heâs been more than ready to cum but the ring denies him his release. Drool runs down his chin as he begs, heâs no longer able to hold himself back from bucking his hips upwards to meet Lexâs thrusts. And Lex had long since stopped caring about the no touching but he wasnât about to budge on the ring.Â
âLexi! Fi-fuckkkâŠPlea-please, take it offâŠI-I wanna-I need itâŠâ Sladeâs hands rest on Lexâs 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 Sladeâs forearm as be bounces off of Sladeâs rockhard cock. His own neglected dick leaks pre-cum but it wonât go untouched for much longer.
Smirking to himself, Slade rips one of his hands off of Lexâs hip and takes the cock in his hand instead. Slade times his rough strokes with Lexâs bouncing, the smaller man crying out in overstimulation as he does.Â
âShit-shit, Slade-Iâm so fucking clo-closeâŠâÂ
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 heâd had now long gone as he chases his climax.Â
Slade forces the two of them forward, Lexâs back hitting the leg rests of the lounger as Slade lifts Lexâs legs upwards and hooks them over his shoulders. Slade's hand is still firmly wrapped around Lexâs cock as he tries to force Lex over his edge. Slade repeatedly slams into Lex from above, Lexâs hands slap over his mouth as he tries to muffle his desperate moans only for one of his hands to be ripped away.Â
âFuck that! I wanna hear you screamâŠDon-DOnât fucking deny me that!â With each word Slade slams into Lex, each thrust harder than the last. Lexâs 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.
âA-oh! FU-Fu-FUCK! Sl-Slade!â Lex arches his back against Slade as he cums hard. His thick seed hits against Sladeâs chest and gets all over Sladeâs hand as he continues to pump, not caring about Lexâs overstimulated state as he implores him to stop.
âWait! Fuck-Fuck! SL-Slade let-stop!â Lexâs words fall on deaf ears, Slade doesnât let go of Lexâs cock or stop his thrusting. Instead he increases the power behind each movement, his head low so he can suck a fresh hickey into Lexâs neck. Slade has Lex in a full mating press and has no plans to let him up until he cums in him.Â
âLexâŠC-Close!â Itâs 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.Â
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 Lexâs abused hole. Meanwhile, Lexâs 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 isnât 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.Â
Slade knows Lexâs legs have to be killing him right now. Outside their sexcapades, Lex isnât exactly an active individual. Reaching forward, Slade rubs Lexâs thighs and calves, trying to offer what little relief he can right now.Â
âThanksâŠâ Lexâs gratitude is unsteady but the sentiment behind it gets through nonetheless.Â
The pair relax where they are for a while, the clear night having been the perfect backdrop for their mild exhibionist romp. They hadnât 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.Â
âLexi, you still awake?âÂ
âYeahâŠIâm not that worn out, Slade. It was just a pretty intense fuckâŠâ Lex admits. As he sits up he covers himself, suddenly shy about being naked outside despite everything they just didâŠand the fact that he started it.Â
âHa, donât get all shy on me nowâŠCome on, let me see himâŠâ Slade moves to be closer to Lex,playing tugging his arms away from covering himself but Lex doesnât budge on it.Â
âNo! Come on, letâs go get cleaned upâŠIt feels weird.â 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 theyâre staying.Â
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. Thereâs nothing overtly sexual about Sladeâs actions right now, it would be a sweet moment if they werenât stark naked and had literally just finished having sex.Â
âWe really should go get dressedâŠâ Lex starts, his nerves starting to get the better of him now.Â
âCalm down, Babe. Nobody can see us. The houses next door arenât occupied and the pier is all the way down thereâŠPlus even if people were walking along the beach weâre all the way up here on the deck and itâs dark as hell. Nobody should be able to see a damn thingâŠJust enjoy the showâŠâ Sladeâs 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 theyâre too far away from where anyother people should be for there to be a problemâŠSo why shouldnât he just enjoy the fireworks.Â
Lex reaches up and gently holds onto the arms that are wrapped around him, his hands gently rub against Sladeâs 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 itâs 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.Â
âJesus, youâd think it was my damn wedding ring by how anal he is about this thing.â 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.Â
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 wasnât how Lex wanted to spend their final day here. They have to pack up and start the drive back home tomorrow, heâs hoping they catch a break later in the day but according to the weather station thereâs not a very unlikely chance of that happening.Â
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 doesnât seem to have a problem with their final day being one where theyâre stuck instead together. When Lex told him the weather was supposed to be shitty all day, he hadnât 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 didnât mind the idea of a lazy day in.
Lex on the other hand couldnât be more pissed off about the whole thing. Of course he doesnât mind spending the day with just Slade, thatâs why he booked this whole vacation to begin with! He wanted some quality one-on-one time with his boyfriend, he didnât really care how they spent itâhe did a littleâbut he was just hoping that theyâd have one day of this vacation where nothing went wrong.Â
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.Â
Lex didnât think asking for a day where nothing went wrong was such a difficult request.Â
âYou alright?â Sladeâs 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.Â
âHuh? Oh, yeahâŠYeah, Iâm all goodâŠâ 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 theyâre going to watch.Â
âLex, I know when youâre lying to me.â Slade turns off the tv so he wonât have a reason not to face him.Â
âIâm not lying. Iâm fine, letâs just pick the next movieâŠâ Lex leans against Slade, trying to choke down the disappointment in his voice but he doesnât manage to.
âNo, no. Youâre lying to me. Whatâs up? Whatâs go you so fucked up, man?â Slade shifts in his seat and forces Lex to look up at him.Â
Lex doesnât want to talk about it but he knows Slade will just keep hounding him about it until he spills.Â
âI-Iâm mad this vacation was so fucked up! I wanted us to have a great time together and every fucking day something went wrong! Itâs like itâs impossible for you and me to have a perfect day here!â Lexâs brows furrow as he looks down at his hands, fingers running over each other as he speaks, unable to face Slade.Â
Slade doesnât 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.Â
âWhat the FUCK are you on about?! How was this vacation fucked up?!â Slade couldnât 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.Â
âEvery day we were here something went wrong! The weather was shit, then the stupid sunburn and then my glasses and donât get me started on that stupid fucking jellyfish! Nothing went right! It-It was all fucked up and bad!âÂ
âOK?! So what if a few bad things happened?! That didnât ruin the whole vacation! This was great!â Slade doesnât mean to yell but heâs just so genuinely befuddled by Lexâs belief that this vacation was a total mess.
âI just wanted one perfect day with you! I-I wanted one day where nothing went wrong! I couldnât even give you that and it sucksâŠâ Tears swell in Lexâs eyes as he speaks, he goes to wipe them away but Slade gets there first.Â
Strong hands now being gentle, Slade cups the sides of Lex and uses his thumbs to brush away Lexâs tears as he shushes him softly.
âLexâŠAlex, Everyday is perfect with you. Iâll 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.âÂ
âR-really?â Lexâs bottom lip quivers slightly as he looks up at Slade.Â
âAbsolutelyâŠAlex, I love you. And this vacation was greatâŠI-Iâm sorry you were stressing about it this much though. I donât want you to worry like that for something as silly as a vacation.â Slade leans forward, pressing a kiss into Lexâs forehead before he pulls back.Â
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 Lexâs 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
âI know you said each day was bad but I think each night was fucking incredible.â That playfull, shameless shit eating grin that Lex fell in love with spreads across Sladeâs faceâand it seems like his bet paid off. Lex smiles and blushes softly, shoving Sladeâs arm as rough as he can before he chuckles.
âYeah, the nights were pretty fantastic, werenât they?âÂ
âThey were absolutely perfectâŠâ Slade trails off, watching Lex sweetly before something from out the window catches his eye. âAnd that looks pretty good too.âÂ
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.Â
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.Â
âHowâs that for a perfect ending huh?â Slade puts his hands on his hips as he looks off with Lex standing right beside him.Â
âIt really is perfectâŠYou go down to the water! I wanna get a picture but I gotta grab my phone!â 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.Â
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.Â
âHey, Lexi. Thereâs something I-â 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.Â
âI-I wanted everything to be perfect for a reasonâŠI-I hope this is good enoughâŠ?â Lexâs voice cracks, his shaky smile doing little to hide his clear anxiousness.Â
âIâŠIâŠâ Sladeâs in pure shock. Not because of the question being askedâŠHeâs just shocked itâs not him doing the asking.Â
âIsâŠIs that-this a no?â Lexâs voice drops, his heart sinking in his chest before he hears Slade give a light chuckle.Â
âIâŠIâm glad you think this is perfect, too, LexâŠI-I just a little mad you beat me to it.â Slade digs into his pocket and pulls out the object heâd 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.Â
Itâs another small velvet box.Â
Slade crosses the sand to Lex who slowly rises to his feet, his eyes scanning the small box Slade pulled from his pocket.Â
âSlade, is-is that what I think it isâŠ?âÂ
âCome on, Lexi. We both know youâre smart enough to know thatâŠâÂ
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.Â
âSladeâŠI-I donât know-I mean I do! Yes-I do know and Yes! The answer is yesâŠâ Lex stammers, carefully taking the ring out of the box before slipping it on his left ring finger.Â
âI should hope the answer is yes, LexiâŠConsidering itâs mine too.â Slade gently turns the ring on his finger a few times before he looks back up at Lex. âI think itâs safe to say youâre stuck with me now, Luthor.â Slade jokes, flashing the ring at Lex who happily throws himself into Sladeâs arms.Â
âI wouldnât have it any other, WilsonâŠâ Lex starts, leaning upwards to press a soft kiss to Sladeâs lips before the skies redarken, another swell of clouds rolling in from the ocean their moment now passed.
âShit, looks like we better head back insteadâŠYou alright with that?â Slade asks, his head tilted to the side as he smiles down at Lex.Â
âIâm fine, Slade. We got our perfect moment, didnât we?â Lexâs soft smile warms Sladeâs 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 whatâs just happened. Slade pulls back, looking down at Lex with a love struck look.Â
âYeah, we did. Now, letâs go start our perfect lifeâŠâÂ
While overworked and exhausted, Lex ends up straining his relationship with Slade.
Some Slex angst with a happy ending!
It wouldnât 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.Â
One could argue that Lex hadn't been a very good partner, or boss for that matter.Â
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 Sladeâs security team for seemingly trivial reasons. Once Lex yelled at Slade for âslammingâ 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 âreally just Sladeâ to be scolded for being 3 minutes late.Â
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 Lexâs 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 wouldnât have to go up to Lexâs office and raid his snack drawer, and he would quietly â though internally he was bitching about itâ wait outside the lab at the end of the night to drive Lex home.Â
Through his hyperfixated state, Lex had forced the pair to revert back to their pre-relationship statusâŠOnly interacting with each other as employee and employer. The only difference from before they got together and now is that they still live together.Â
Despite Sladeâs best efforts their domestic routine was also heavily disrupted by Lexâs 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.Â
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.Â
Slade got sick of it.Â
The true final straw however was the night Slade just didnât go to bed with Lex.Â
Lex had, as what had become the new norm, sequestered himself into the home office until well past a decent hour to go to bedâeven 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.Â
Slade had chosen to tough it out on the couch for a night, figuring that if anything would break Lexâs neglectful state it would be that.Â
But he was wrong.Â
This arrangement went on for another three days before Lex caught wind of a disturbance in their homelife. Lex had pretty masterfullyâalbeit in a fucked up wayâcompartmentalized 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.Â
It wasnât 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 didnât 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.Â
Not one question about Sladeâs day was asked. No thank you for waiting for me. Nothing except Lex talking about his work.
But thatâs what Slade had honestly come to expect from the CEO. Truthfully, Slade didnât even consider Lex his boyfriend anymore. These last two weeks Lex had practically ghosted Slade. Not in the traditional sense but in Sladeâs mind it was true.Â
He hadnât had his boyfriend. Lex wasnât there at all. The teasing jabs and playful insults were gone. The mutual respect and care that was supposed to be in a relationshipâthings that were there beforeâwere severely lacking. For those two full weeks, Slade hadnât been around Lex.
He had been around Mr. Luthor.Â
His boss.
In those couple of weeks he was treated not like Lexâs boyfriend but like Lexâs 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.Â
Lex hadnât 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.Â
The ride home that night was quiet. Quieter than Lex remembered their car rides being but for Slade it had become the new normal.Â
âYou know, Iâm pretty hungry. Wanna stop somewhere and get food before we head home?â 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 didnât see the harm in asking.Â
âWhere do you want me to stop at,sir?âÂ
The sir at the end there threw Lex, so much so that he physically recoiled when heard Slade say it.Â
âOh god, why are you calling me âSirâ?â Lexâs nervous chuckle clearly didnât land well with Slade, he saw and heard the man tighten his knuckles around the steering wheel before answering.Â
âYou told me to.â Sladeâs voice scornful though he tries to bury it. His eye focused on the road ahead while Lex had his gaze fixed on the driver.
âWhat? No I didnât! Iâve never genuinely told you to call me sir! In bed, yeah, but not really.âÂ
Thereâs that dismissive bullshit again. That âNo, I didnât!â That all too familiar âI donât remember that happening that wayâ or âOh youâre just being sensitive.â
âYes. You did. Last week. In front of my team, Lex.â Sladeâs words started low but they didnât keep that volume for long. Each word spoken only fuelled Sladeâs already enraged mood further. By the time Slade said Lexâs name it sounded less like a name and more like a curse.Â
âYour tea-âÂ
âYes! My fucking team, Lex! You fucking emasculated me in front of half my god damn security team because I told you to âchill out, manâ and YOU told ME âItâs Sir to you Mr.Wilson, and if youâd like to keep that title I suggest you do your job properly or Iâll find someone else who will!â You know how fucking awkward and embarrasing for me that was, you fucking dickhead?!âÂ
Lex flinched from the sheer viciousness laced in Sladeâs words.
âI-I really said that? I donât rem-â
âOh and thatâs not all you said either! Slade, donât slam my door! Slade, donât just barge into my office without knocking! Slade canât you just leave me alone! God, Slade, why are you rushing me! Youâre my driver arenât you? We can leave when Iâm ready. Do you want me to fire you?! Thatâs the kind of shit I heard from you constantly the past two fucking weeks!â Slade stops for just a second to catch his breath before his onslaught continues. âAnd thatâs 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 canât fucking stand!âÂ
Lex sits in the passenger seat stunned, his eyes wide as he scans Sladeâs face and tries to wrap his head around everything Sladeâs 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 wouldnât lie about this stuffâŠAnd truthfully he didnât think Slade could lie that convincingly.Â
Even just from his side profile Sladeâs face canât hide the anger and hurt he felt when regurgitating Lexâs own words back at him. Sladeâs jaw clenches as he lets out a deep breath from his nose, his nostril flaring as he tries to regain some semblance of composure.Â
âSladeâŠI-Iâm so sorry-â
âSave it.â Slade shakes his head to the side, forcing his white bangs from his field of vision before he continues. â I donât wanna hear it, Luthor. Just drop it. You said it. You meant it. Itâs done.âÂ
âI didnât mean it, Slade! Iâm sorry! You know I wouldnât say that stuff to yo-â
âBut you did! You did say it.â
âI didnât mean it! You know I didnât mean it, come on Slade!â Lexâs voice borders on pleading as he speaks.Â
âIt sure sounded like you meant it.â Slade struggles to keep his voice steady, his focus on the road as he drives.
âSlade, please. I would never mean that stuffâŠI-â
âIf you didnât mean it then why did you say it?â
âI wasâŠâ Lex trails for a second, struggling to find the right words. âIt was just work and I wasnât sleeping well. I wasnât sleeping at all and I took my stress out on you.âÂ
âYeah, you did.â Itâs a sharp agreement that while Lex wasnât expecting he knows itâs not unearned. And Slade doesnât miss the way Lex flinches slightly when he says it either.Â
âSlade, IâŠI was just overworked and I was stressed out. Iâm sorry I said all that stuff to you, I really am.â
âDo you know what day it is?â Â
âIâŠI think-â Quickly pulling out his phone, Lex confirms the date before hastily shoving the device away before continuing. âItâs FridayâŠWhy?âÂ
âBecause this conversation weâre having right now? This is more than weâve talked the entire last like three weeks combined! You only said two words to me yesterday! Do you remember what they were? Itâs only two words, should be pretty fucking easy to remember!â
âNo! Weâve talked more than thisâŠh-havenât we?â Lexâs words taper off, ignoring Sladeâs question âwhich honestly was probably rhetoricalâas he tries to think back over the prior weeks. He genuinely canât recall a single thing that happened that wasnât 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.Â
âWhat? Canât think of them? Trick fucking question. It was just the word ânoâ said twice.â Slade demeaning words sting, piercing Lexâs already current fragile state.Â
âOh my godâŠI-I was so terrible to youâŠâ The self reflection borders on selfloathingâat least to Sladeâwho doesnât even react when he hears a small sniffle come from Lex. âSlade, I-Iâm sorry. I really didnât-â
âSave it. Iâm done talking about this, Lex. Iâm not gonna sit here and let you make me feel bad about me being upset.â
âIâm not trying to make you feel bad about this, Slade! Iâm upset because I was such a dick to you! I didnât even notice I was doing it!â Lex quickly wipes away the tears forming in his eyes but Slade only scoffs, seeing the tears as more preformative than anything. âIâm upset because I was a total jackass to you! Iâm upset that I hurt you! Canât I be mad at myself too?!â
âOh and thatâs supposed to make me feel better?! Itâs supposed to be fine because you didnât realize you were doing it but now that you do, you feel bad too?! Thatâs supposed to make it all ok, cause now your feelings are hurt?!â
âThatâs not what Iâm saying at all! Iâm telling you that Iâm sorry! Iâm screaming at you that Iâm 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! Iâm not saying itâs fine, Iâm saying Iâm sorry!â
âWELL CAN YOU NOT FUCKING YELL IT AT ME?!âÂ
Slamming his fists against the dashboard, Slade finally turns in his seat to look at Lex. Lexâs eyes are red and agitated, a stray tear rolls down his cheek when his eyes capture Sladeâs. Reaching forward, Lex gently cups the side of Sladeâs face in his hand while he wipes away a tear with his thumb. Sladeâs face had been hidden behind his white hair but now that heâs facing Lex, the true weight thatâs been on him about this is revealed.Â
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.Â
Sladeâs 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.Â
âI thoughtâŠI thought you didnât care about me anymore. The way you were acting, Lex, it-it made me think that I was just another employee to youâŠI thought you didnât want me around anymore. I thought you stopped loving meâ With a heavy, wavering exhale Slade watches Lex, trying to gauge what the man might do or say next.Â
âSlade, I-I love youâŠand-and Iâll never ever stop loving you. Youâre the one person I actually like being around. I justâŠIâm so sorry.âÂ
âDonât shut me out like that againâŠalright? That was fucked up man.â 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.Â
âIâll try not to-â
âNo! No, no fucking trying Lex! You shut me out like that again and we are fucking done dude! Iâm not letting you pull that shit again on me man, itâs not happening. Got it?!â Sladeâs 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.Â
âOk, ok..I got it. No shutting you outâŠYouâd really break up with me over that?âÂ
âMan, you threatened to fire me over being 3 minutes late from lunchâŠâÂ
âToucheâŠand again, I-â
âLex, if you say youâre sorry one more fucking time Iâm gonna throw you out the car window.â
âBut I-â
âI mean it! Please, reallyâŠWeâŠWe hashed it out man. I feel better, I thinkâÂ
âYeah? You do and youâre not mad at me anymore?â
âOh fuck that, Iâm still plenty pissed off at you! But itâs more in that normal couple fight way than that âoh weâre about to get a divorceâ type way, ya know? The normal couple fight one just feels better cause itâsâŠya know, a bit easier to come down from.âÂ
âSoâŠwe were at the divorce one before? It was that badâŠthat close?â Lexâs voice unnerved as he awaits an answer, he knew heâd hurt Slade but the idea that their relationship was that close to a fatal breaking point is scary to himâŠI guess he knows how Slade feels now.Â
âI dunno man, I say that butâŠBut youâre the one person I like being around too so who knowsâŠI donât want it to be over. I didnât want it to be over but I thought you didâŠâ
Slade feels Lex tug his face gently, forcing the man to look back up at him properly before he speaks.Â
âSlade Wilson, Iâll never want this to be overâŠI love you. Iâm sorry I made you question that.âÂ
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.
âGod, youâre so fucking sappyâŠWhatâs next, gonna ask me to marry you?â
âMaybeâŠwho knows?â The impish tease does actually get a blush out of Slade but he quickly retorts.Â
âHey, if either of us is gonna propose to the other itâs gonna be me asking you.âÂ
âOh really? Youâre gonna buy me an engagement ring and get down on one knee and pop the question then?â
âWell, obviously not right now you fucking jackass! I was just furious with you! Youâre not getting a ring until you actually make it up to me! And even then Iâm getting you a shitty engagement ring.â
âWhat the hell? Why a shitty one? I know your takehome, Wilson! I pay your damn salary!â Lex internally smacks himself, maybe now isnât the best time to bring up the boss/employee dynamic they technically fall under but thankfully Slade takes it in stride.
âWell then you need to fucking pay me more, Luthor!âÂ
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 driverâs seat as he tilts his head to the side to watch Lex laugh, glad he seemingly has his boyfriend backâeven if that boyfriend is on pretty thin ice.
âIs it weird that I feel better now?â
âI donât think so, I think you just needed to get everything out in a way that would finally make me listen.â
âMaybeâŠâ Slade trails off, the two sitting in a comfortable silence. One thatâs somehow comforting. One that's a stark contrast to the silence Slde had grown all too accustomed to.Â
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.Â
âUhhhâŠ.SirsâŠ.This is a WendysâŠAre you gonna order?âÂ
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âSladeâŠDid we really just have that entire argument in a Wendyâs drive thru?!â
Slade goes to answer but the voice from the intercom does it for him.Â
âYeahâŠYou guys did.â
âSladeâŠâ
âWhat?! You said you were hungry and I havenât eaten since breakfast! Plus Iâm craving a baconator, sue me!âÂ
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.Â
âGod, I love you, Slade Wilson.â
âGlad you remembered you did, Lex.âÂ
âAnd I swear Iâll never make you feel like I forgot it againâŠâÂ
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.
âI genuinely hate you.âÂ
âYou do not.âÂ
âYes. Yes, I do.âÂ
It was a rather blunt sentiment. One that â by Lexâs accountâ shouldnât 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 heâs forced to stifle the small shiver that comes with it.Â
A hand rather dramatically rests on Sladeâs hip as he rolls his eye. Heâs honestly more annoyed with Lexâs 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.Â
âIt really isnât that bad, Luthor. Calm your tits.â Sladeâs voice no longer breezy as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.Â
âWe are stuck in a fucking elevator!â Uncrossing his arms from his chest, Lex gestures around himself but quickly stops his flailing to point a finger at Slade directly. âAnd donât call me, Luthor! You only pull that last name crap when youâre trying to be passive aggressive!âÂ
A quick click of the tongue from the bodyguard tells Lex that he hit the nail on the head with that little quip. Sladeâs 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.Â
âI know weâre stuck in the elevator, Lex! But-â âDonât you dare!â Lex interrupts Sladeâs thought. He knows damn well what the other man is about to say but he is in no mood to hear it.Â
âYouâre the one that came on to me!â Ignoring his boyfriendâs protests, Slade drops that little tidbit much to Lexâs chagrin.Â
âI didnât think youâd slam me against the control panel! Thatâs the one fucking place you shouldnât force someone against besides an actively opening door in an elevator!â Lexâs 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.Â
âI wasnât 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?!â Sladeâs frankness is a little too jarring. Lex was expecting a similar response but not one that sounded so much like a complimentâŠhoneslty heâs a little proud of himself if he can make Slade that brain dead that quickly.Â
âIt-thatâŠThatâs not a fucking excuse, Slade!â 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. âWeâre still stuck in this damn thing. This incredibly hightech and modern tower and the elevator stalls out the second you press the fucking emergency stopâŠâ Lexâs words donât carry the venom Sladeâs expecting. Instead of sounding like a pissed off CEO who owns the building âand heâd have every right to have that toneâ he sounds more like heâs sulking.
Thatâs when the lightbulb flickers on.Â
âOh my god!â
The overly jovial sound of Sladeâs 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 heâs left without an explanation while Slade simply stares at him in amusement.Â
âWhat?â Itâs practically a sneer when Lex demands an answer.
âYouâre not mad weâre stuck in here!â
âWhat are you talking about?! Of course I am! I didnât want to spend two hours waiting for a fucking matience team to get in an get me out of a damn elevator!âÂ
âNo! Youâre not mad weâre stuck! Youâre pissed cause youâve got fucking blue balls!âÂ
Itâs almost comical how quickly a dark blush spreads across Lexâs 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 Sladeâs now seemingly relentless taunts.Â
âThatâs not it-!â
âIt so is! Youâve been trying to hide your fucking hard on the entire time! Youâre not mad about being stuck in here! Youâre mad the mood got ruined and now youâre all flustered!âÂ
âWill you stop yelling about it?!âÂ
Sladeâs 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.Â
It wasnât 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.Â
âOh youâre such a dick!âÂ
âOh come on! Itâs funny!â The way Slade crosses over to Lex is practically a saunter. Hips swaying just enough so that they would catch Lexâs attention. âAnd itâs flattering too.â The inflection in Sladeâs voice pulls Lexâs grey eyes from Sladeâs hips to the manâs face instead. Just as Lex was prepared for his eyes to meet Sladeâs, a heavy boot connects to the wall right beside his head.Â
The hearty sound of the boot and shaking of the wall heâs 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.Â
Lex hadnât 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 Sladeâs desire radiating off of him.
Thereâs no cheer nor playfulness across Sladeâs visage. Thereâs not even signs of flirtatiousness. This aura that surrounds him is one of pure carnal lust. Sladeâs singular amber eye pierces Lexâs widened grey ones. Swallowing the hard lump in his throat, Lex opens his mouth but it snaps shut when Slade cuts him off.Â
âYouâre not the only one mad we didnât get to have our fun. You still owe me from this afternoonâŠâ Sladeâs voice trails off as he scans Lexâs face for a reaction.Â
Shifting in his seated position, Lex doesnât need to think too hard to figure out what Sladeâs talking about.Â
Earlier in the day the two had beenâŠenjoyingâŠeach other's company in Lexâs office, only to be interrupted by a sudden video conference with a few investors that Lex could afford to miss, but didnât want to.Â
Suffice to say Slade ended up tucked under Lexâs 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.Â
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. âIâŠI was trying to make up for itâŠâ
Slade nods his head to the side slightly, acting like heâs entertaining Lexâs rather lackluster excuse. âI figured you wereâŠbut that doesnât do me any good now, does it Lexi?â Tone darkening as that cursed nickname slips past Sladeâs lips and lands on Lexâs ears.Â
âI-I guess notâŠâÂ
âAnd your little attitude towards me wasnât really fair eitherâŠright?â Sladeâs leading with these teases, they both know he is but Slade isnât about to stop and Lex isnât about to tell him to.Â
âIâŠâÂ
âSo, why donât you make it up to me?â The corner of Sladeâs mouth ticks upwards as he speaks, his tongue swiping out to wet his bottom lip as he awaits an answer.Â
âI tried to-âÂ
âTry again.âÂ
Another chill excitement shoots up Lexâs spine when he hears the excitement lacing Sladeâs 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.Â
âWe do still have about an hour before the maintenance team said theyâd be on site and have this bitch fixedâŠâ Lexâs words are soft and silvery as he speaks, his hands gently rubbing up and down Sladeâs leg, as if heâs trying to convince Slade to go along with what heâs proposing.Â
Slade quickly bites his lip before he flashes Lex another grin.Â
âYouâre not gonna get all pouty and pissy on me again if you donât finish, right?â Itâs a half-joking jab thatâs surprisingly only met with another barb.
âSlade, are you saying youâre gonna disappoint your boss or are you saying you canât satisfy your boyfriend?â The smirk thatâs etched onto Lexâs face is the final straw.Â