capable_of | Dated to December 31st/January 1st

Dated to December 31st/January 1st

Earlier in the evening, once he'd been sure Anatoly was set at the party, Lex had left the party again to collect the chess set from Jack's hut. He'd taken it to a secluded spot near Anatoly's yurt and set it up on a convenient stump, before returning to the party. A light snow had fallen since then, but Lex wasn't worried. It would add to the atmosphere.

After they'd put on their outerwear, Lex had retaken Anatoly hand and led them through the snow, answering all inquiries to where they were going with just a happy, but sly smile. Everything was going perfectly.

When they arrived in the small clearing of trees, Lex stopped and moved behind Anatoly, gesturing for him to enter first. The sight was ever more perfect then Lex could have planned. The moon shone directly through the trees onto the stump and the light dusting of snow made the pieces sparkle in the moonlight, especially the pearls set into the crowns of the kings and queens. "Merry Christmas." Lex whispered into Anatoly's ear softly, watching the man's reaction.

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If it were at all possible, Lex would be stunned. He'd never been spoken to like that before. While, he knew he was a good looking man...there was always the undercurrent of an unsaid 'freak' amid the sweet spoken words. In the looks from both lover and stranger. Lex almost preferred it when people said it to his face, because it was easier to ignore in his act to pretend he wasn't self conscious.

As Anatoly kissed him again, Lex almost melted into the kiss, wanting to show with action just how much his words had meant. And not just his words, but the honest sincerity behind them.

It was Lex this time who when to work, not breaking the kiss as he deftly began untying Anatoly's tie and working the jacket off his shoulders.

Anatoly was more than willing to let Lex take the lead, but he couldn't quite keep himself from assisting the process. He pulled his tie off once Lex had gotten it untied and tossed it over his shoulder; his jacket followed shortly thereafter.

He caught Lex's hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to each knuckle. Then, his eyes firmly meeting Lex's gaze, he flicked his tongue to gently lick the skin he had kissed.

As Anatoly teased the skin of his hand, Lex's eyes grew darker and more intense in reaction. Keeping his hand in Anatoly's grip, he turned it so his thumb could trace his lips with a soft touch, a shiver going down his spine when it grazed his tongue.

In a sudden change from slow to quick, Lex took his hand back and quickly undid the buttons of Anatoly's shirt, completely ripping a few out in his haste. He wanted to touch him, needed too. The shirt was pushed off his shoulders like the jacket had been and Lex began to run his fingers through the light dusting of hair he found under the shirt, a curious smile on his face. He glanced up at Toly as he said, "You amaze me.. I've met all kinds of people...but none fascinate me the way you do.."

Edited 2009-01-04 05:41 (UTC)

"I fascinate you? Why?" Anatoly asked, his eyes half-closed from desire. Each caress was like a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. He wanted more of Lex's touch, and the intensity of this wanting both terrified and inspired him.

Lex's shirt was still on, he recognized vaguely and he tugged at it gently until it had fallen off his shoulders as far as it could go. He bent his head forward enough to leave a trail of kisses from his bare shoulder to his neck, ending finally at his lips.

Reluctantly, Lex let his arms drop so the shirt could fall to the floor, joining the rest of the hated uniform. But his hands quickly returned to Anatoly's chest, lightly teasing and stroking both hair and skin, fingers soaking up every touch.

His head rolled to the side to give Anatoly more room to work, and he manged to say before his lips were captured again, "Because your passionate and beautiful and..." The Russian had been dropped as had the last thing he would have added: Anatoly didn't look at him like a Luthor.

Anatoly rested his forehead against Lex's for a moment, needing to build up his courage. He knew where he was with a woman in his arms. A man, even one as compelling and attractive as Lex, was a little out of his depth, as foolish as it might be to think so.

Still, there hadn't been any objections yet, which surely meant he was doing something right...

He took a deep breath then kissed Lex softly, tracing a pattern on his cheek with his fingers. It was a struggle to remember the English for what he wanted to say, but he managed all the same. "Perhaps we should move somewhere more comforable."

While Lex was just as comfortable with men as women, he understood the need for Anatoly to take it slow and figure out what he was doing. This wasn't a time for him to take what he wanted, damned the consequences. It was hard, to slow down and let him control the pace, but Lex knew the benefits were worth it.

So as Anatoly gathered his courage, Lex just put a hand on his back and rubbed small encouraging circles.

"Hmmm....now that's an idea I could get behind," Lex replied in light teasing Russian as he swiped some long curls out of Anatoly's eyes then took his hand and pulled him towards the bed they'd shared briefly while Lex had been sick. Turning, he pushed Anatoly so he was sitting on the bed, then knelt at his feet so he could remove the other's shoes and socks, teasingly slow. He kept his head bowed, concentrating on his work, so to give Anatoly a private moment to regroup.

Edited 2009-01-05 01:46 (UTC)

That was possibly the most sensual thing anyone had ever done for him. He exhaled slowly, his hands braced behind him. This was good, this was fantastically good. If it stayed like this, this pace, then it would be all right.

Once Lex was done, he slowly got up, sat on the bed next to Anatoly and pulled his leg up to his chest so he could undo his own boot. Every once in a while, he looked over through his eye lashes at Anatoly and smiled softly. What a picture he made...Lex couldn't believe how lucky he was.

Edited 2009-01-05 04:38 (UTC)

Anatoly immediately moved to sit behind Lex, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. His arms came around Lex and he leaned against him for a moment, breathing in the scent that was uniquely his.

"I want to help," he whispered into Lex's ear as his hands covered Lex's own, helping to undo the laces. Then, unable to resist a little more teasing, he gently bit his earlobe.

At the soft touch, Lex shivered slightly before leaning back, relishing the feel of Anatoly's bare chest on his back. He'd forgotten how wonderful simple touch was.

As his fingers tangled with Anatoly's as they tugged on the laces of the boot, Lex cocked his head, giving Anatoly as much skin as he wanted to tease. He chewed on his bottom lip, not trusting himself to make a sound.

The temptation of Lex's throat could hardly be passed up, Anatoly thought. He made the most of the opportunity, first leaving a trail of featherlight kisses from Lex's earlobe down to his shoulder. He followed this with another nip of his earlobe, then a nip to the delicate skin just behind his ear and then a final one to his shoulder.

During all of this, they both had managed to get the boot off, and started to work on the second.

It was Anatoly who was doing most of the work with the laces on the second boot as Lex closed his eyes and bit back a soft groan. The teasing felt amazing and was driving him crazy at the same time.

When he couldn't take it anymore, he lifted one hand from the laces and reached behind him to lightly grip the hair at the back of Anatoly's head and turned his head to capture his lips in a rough kiss.

In that moment, Anatoly forgot everything but the feel of Lex's fingers in his hair and the fire of his kiss. He hardly noticed when the boot slipped from his fingers; all of his attention was focused squarely on his desire.

He kissed Lex back with equal passion, wanting - needing more. More of his touch, more of his kisses, more of everything.

Thankfully, the boot was far enough undone that it fell off completely when Lex turned around into Anatoly, just kissing him for a moment. When he finally pulled back, he kept his hand in Anatoly's hair as he took in the sight of the other man with bruised lips and darkened eyes. It was easily one of the most erotic things Lex had ever seen.

Finally releasing his hair, he put his hands on Anatoly's shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed. He wanted to touch and feel every bit of this beautiful man, and he started be straddling his hips.

Taking a shaky breath that was half desire, half anxiety, he looked up at Lex, his lips slightly parted. Slowly, reverently, he rested his hands on Lex's chest, tracing patterns on his skin.

"I don't know what it is I've done," he murmured slowly, his accent much more noticeable than it had been all evening. If Lex kept kissing him as hungrily as before, he wouldn't be able to think, much less attempt speaking in English. "But it must have been something right, somehow, somewhere, to be having this, right now, with you."

Lex looked down at Anatoly, his gaze both soft and filled with awe. He honestly didn't know what to say to something like that, as he couldn't help but wonder if anyone in his life had ever felt that way about him. Yes, there was still a cynical part of him that wrote it off as just cheap romantic words, but he wanted to believe the passion that caused Anatoly's voice to be drowned in his accent. An accent that was music to Lex's ears.

"Likewise." Was all Lex could think of to say that wouldn't ruin or cheapen the moment, as he braced his hands on Anatoly's chest and leaned down to kiss him just as hungrily as before, then moving to nip and suck his way down Anatoly's throat, shoulders and down to his chest. It was electric and addicting and Lex didn't want to stop.

Anatoly's hands moved from Lex's chest to his shoulders, gripping them tightly in his passion. Each touch was like a bolt of electricity straight to his groin, and it was driving him utterly mad. His previous anxiety was all but gone, vanquished in the heat of his desire.

"Lex," he breathed, his hips thrusting forward unconsciously. "Lex, please..."

It was the thrusting of hips that caused Lex to pause and look up at Anatoly with a curious expression, but he was only spurred on when he saw the blissful expression looking back at him.

He moved back up the other's body with an occasional touch and kiss until his lips were hovering over Anatoly's. He stayed that way for a moment as both of his hands moved between them to the fastening of Anatoly's dress pants. "Just tell me when to stop..." He said huskily before kissing him and undoing the pants with much practiced ease.

"And if I don't want you to stop?" Anatoly looked up, his voice raspy with need. His English was gone, as was his restraint. He cupped Lex's cheeks with his hands, pulling him down into a fierce kiss, biting then sucking at his lower lip.

"Then lay back and let me work..." Lex left control of the kiss to Anatoly as he worked on opening his pants then tugging them and his underwear down past his hips. One hand explored the hair that covered Anatoly's groin while the other wrapped his penis in a loose fist.

Anatoly moaned against Lex's lips, his hips lifting in response to the hand around his cock. If he hadn't already been so achingly hard before, that touch would have been more than enough.

He cupped the back of Lex's head, leaving a trail of kisses from his lips to his jawline and back to his lips again. Each contact between them was bliss, and he didn't ever want it to stop.

Lex slowly stroked his hand up and down, occasionally tracing his nails gently along the sensitive skin, as he closed his eyes to soak in every bit of Anatoly's touch. Lex had always been a bit of a control freak and the control had had over Anatoly at the moment was just as addicting as his kisses.

After carding his hand through the coarse hair around Anatoly's cock, Lex couldn't help himself as he reached down to his own pants. It took all his concentration to maneuver the button one handed with Anatoly touching him like that.

Lex could ask him anything and he'd agree if it meant those marvelous hands of his would keep touching him. He was slowly coming apart at the seams, and for once, it didn't matter. He trusted Lex, he felt safe with Lex. Nothing else mattered but the two of them.

After finally releasing his own cock, he sat back up and just looked down at Anatoly spread out underneath him, his hands moving at a slow matched pace on each of their cocks. It was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. Lex was unable to stop the smug smile that came over him as he felt how relaxed and how trusting Anatoly was under his touch. He couldn't remember anyone being this way with him, not even Helen.

Suddenly, out of no where, he moved down to lay on top of Anatoly, one hand buring itself in his long curls as he kissed him roughly, his free hand wrapped around both of their cocks, stroking them both with the same slow rhythm, that he was fighting to maintain in the face of his own arousal.

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