Orithain and Rina
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could watch instead of just writing about it, but they don't.
The sweltering heat lay across the Kansas plains like the layers of a
thick, wool blanket, too heavy and uncomfortable for the season but borne of
necessity. The sky was a flat steel gray though the thickening of
green-tinted clouds in the west heralded a coming storm. Hopefully it would
break the heat wave, but it was doubtful.
Wiping his forearm across his sweaty forehead, Clark Kent turned the
tractor back toward the barn, thankful he was finished with the last of his
chores for the day.
School was out for the summer, and helping out around the farm was pretty
much what his world had narrowed down to for the next few months. Chloe was
in Metropolis for her internship at the Daily Planet; Pete was on a family
vacation with his parents, and Lana - well, he really hadn't seen much of
her since the tornado, though he wasn't certain if it was his choice or
hers. Even Lex was conspicuously absent around Smallville, though apparently
he'd worked out a deal with his father to keep the fertilizer plant open,
something which earned him quite a bit of goodwill around the area.
Sighing, Clark reached up again, pushing his dark hair off his forehead.
Whoever said summertimes were the best part of youth obviously hadn't been
in Smallville. Hell, even his parents were gone for the weekend. An old
classmate of his mother's was getting married--for the third time--and,
after much deliberation, they'd decided to attend and make a weekend in
Metropolis out of it. Fine and good, they deserved the trip, but damn, was
it quiet out here. If he wanted to, Clark knew he could run into town, but
with his closest friends gone, was there a point?
Steering the tractor into the barn's shade, Clark turned it off and
climbed down. The shade really didn't offer any respite from the afternoon
sun, and he knew that it wouldn't be much cooler inside the house. Visions
of ice-cold, crystal lakes filled his thoughts, and he groaned with longing
at the idea of finding a cold body of water and diving in to stay under
until he felt human again. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything like that
nearby, but there was the hose.
Pulling off his sweaty red t-shirt, Clark tossed it onto the tractor seat
and walked around to the outside of the barn. Turning on the spigot, he let
it run until the water coming out of the hose was cool to the touch, then,
bending over, he doused his head and neck, immediately feeling less
sun-shriveled for the wetting.
Straightening up, he shook his head to get the water out of his eyes,
then drank long and deep. Holding the hose over his head after he was
finished drinking, Clark simply let the water run down over him, washing
away most of the dust and dirt he'd accumulated in the fields. Over the
sound of the water, he heard a low, throaty rumble and looked around the
side of the barn to see a sleek gray sports car pull up in front of the
house, one he recognized immediately. It looked like Lex was back in town.
Grinning, Clark turned off the water and raked his wet hair off his
forehead. Ducking into the barn, he grabbed his shirt and, using it as a
makeshift towel, headed toward the house. "Hey there," he called,
breaking into a trot, his wet sneakers squishing with each stride and
leaving muddy imprints behind him in the dirt.
Lex had returned to Smallville the night before, having finished up his
business in Metropolis earlier than anticipated. Not even to himself would
he admit that he'd pushed the negotiations as much as possible because he
missed seeing a certain green-eyed farmboy whom he'd grown much too fond of
chatting with. He had absolutely nothing in common with Clark Kent at first
glance, but he'd discovered an amazingly astute mind behind those doe-eyes
and a nearly unique ability and willingness to treat Lex Luthor the same as
anyone else. With Clark he never had to wonder what he was after; Clark
spent time with him because he actually liked him. And that despite his own
He'd been able to hold out until early afternoon, but as soon as he'd
finished lunch, Lex had found himself in his car on his way to the Kent
farm. Only he'd never anticipated something like this. As he'd pulled up,
he'd been treated to the sight of a shirtless Clark standing in the yard
with water gushing over him, looking like a centerfold or an incredibly
erotic fantasy. Swallowing hard and praying his pants hid his erection, Lex
smiled in return and got out of the car.
"Hi yourself." He glanced around, noticing that the Kents'
truck was missing. "Your parents gone to town?"
"Yeah." Clark nodded. "They had a wedding to go to and
somebody had to stay home to mind the farm." His grin widened at Lex's
pained expression at his pun. "Besides, I'm too old to be sharing a
hotel room with them any more, don't you think?"
"Ho--Oh, they went to Metropolis? Well, then, since you have some
time on your hands, why not come back to my place? I can offer you a pool,
air conditioning, and a good dinner. I'm sure we can figure out some way to
pass the time." He ruthlessly clamped down on the mental images that
leapt to his mind of how he'd like to pass the time with Clark.
"That sounds great!" Clark looked at Lex, who was dressed
fashionably as always, his clothes not at all wrinkled from the drive over,
then at his car. "I'd better get cleaned up first. Don't want to leave
a huge wet spot on the leather. C'mon in and I'll change. Want something to
He was babbling, feeling oddly nervous around his friend, almost like he
did with Lana at times, but the way Lex had looked at him when he was
getting out of the car... it made his stomach clench and not in a way that
God, was Clark trying to drive him out of his mind? The last thing
Lex needed to be thinking about was wet spots since that instantly made him
imagine Clark sprawled bonelessly on his bed atop the wet spot he'd made
when Lex fucked him into his first orgasm with another person. His mouth
gone dry, Lex had to swallow a few times before he could manage to speak.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind something wet." He turned toward the house
easily, heading for the kitchen and trying not to think about a naked Clark
getting changed upstairs while Lex waited.
"Lemonade okay?" At Lex's nod, Clark pulled the pitcher out of
the fridge and poured a glass, handing it to Lex before getting himself one
and guzzling it down without stopping to breathe. "I'll be down in a
minute. There's some cookies Mom left on the table if you want them."
Waiting until Lex sat, looking somewhat uncomfortable as he perched on
the chair, Clark pounded up the stairs, kicking off his shoes and hanging
his wet jeans and shirt over the shower rod before drying himself off with a
towel. Grabbing clean clothes, he got dressed, raking his fingers through
his hair before giving up when it flopped back down over his forehead like
always. Not bothering with socks, he stepped into an old pair of sneakers
and ran back down the stairs, getting halfway down before recalling Lex had
mentioned the pool.
"Need to grab a bathing suit, I'll be right back!" he shouted,
turning and heading back upstairs.
"Please don't bother on my account," Lex muttered, knowing that
there was no way Clark could possibly hear him. What the hell was wrong with
him? Usually he had more self-control than this, but ever since he'd arrived
to the vision of a half-naked Clark, his hormones had been raging. He
shifted uncomfortably, his pants much tighter than they should be, and took
a long swallow of the glass of homemade lemonade.
"Don't bother?" Clark paused as he dug through his dresser
drawer, looking for a pair of trunks. "Huh?" Wondering if maybe
they weren't going swimming, he shrugged. He couldn't bring the subject up,
not when there wasn't any normal way that he could have heard Lex, so it had
to be ignored.
Wrapping his navy trunks in a towel, Clark banged down the stairs once
again. "Think I've got everything this time. Just let me close the west
windows in case it rains. I'd be dead if Mom and Dad came home to a wet
Lex groaned faintly once Clark had left the room. If he didn't stop
talking about things getting wet soon, Lex wasn't going to be responsible
for his actions. "And I'm going to be dead of sheer frustration!"
he grumbled under his breath. "You're driving me crazy, Clark
Kent!" Draining his glass, he carried it over to the sink to rinse it,
remembering the expression on Jonathan Kent's face one time when he'd left a
used dish on the table.
Lex's comment caught Clark unawares, and he closed the window with more
strength then he should have used, sending it rattling in its frame. Driving
him... Frustration... That combined with the look he'd been given
earlier caused the pieces to come together, though Clark almost couldn't
believe the picture they presented. Lex...wanted him. He thought.
"Kay, got 'em." Trying to act as though he hadn't just had a
startling revelation, Clark walked back into the kitchen. "Weather's
moving in fast, so we'd better hurry or we're gonna get soaked."
Lex swallowed hard at that mental image and made a note to himself
to start buying pants a size larger for when he planned to spend any time
around the teenager. "I'm ready whenever you are." In more ways
As he strode toward the door, he glanced casually back over his shoulder.
"Your parents due back tonight? When do I need to get you home by,
Reaching around Lex, Clark opened the door, holding it for him to go
through. "They're staying over in Metropolis. Mini-vacation and all
that." He winced, not wanting to think of how they might be spending
the evening after the wedding. Jesus, you just didn't think of your folks
like that! Of course, that thought segued to wondering just if and how Lex
thought of him, and he just about tripped down the stairs.
"Ah. Well, you're perfectly welcome to spend the night, take
advantage of the air-conditioning and all. I'm sure the homestead will be
fine for a few hours without you." Lex very determinedly did not
think about Clark spending the night in his bed, instead sliding into
the car and behind the wheel, waiting till Clark was in and buckled up
before starting the engine.
Clark glanced back at the house as he climbed into the car, his
expression conflicted. If he went, things were going to change. He wasn't
sure just how, but they would. "Promise to get me back in time to get
my chores done before they come home?" he asked, locking his seatbelt
and glancing at Lex, his decision made.
Shuddering ostentatiously at the idea of getting up at the crack of dawn,
Lex agreed. "Just tell me that they're not coming back early in the
morning?" he begged, unconsciously speeding slightly as he drove Clark
back to his home. He could feel the unusual tension between them, and
although he wasn't sure what was causing it, he realized that the slight
electricity was only making him want Clark more.
"Not until after lunch." Clark had to laugh aloud at the sudden
relief visible in Lex's expression. "There's a brunch or something
tomorrow morning that they were going to." He paused. "If it's a
problem, I don't mind walking, or I can come back tonight..."
"No, that's fine," Lex instantly replied in a slightly rougher
than usual tone. "You might as well sleep comfortably. I have plenty of
room." He pulled into the garage at the Luthor castle with relief, glad
not to have to keep his attention on his driving any longer when all he
wanted to concentrate on was Clark.
"I'll take you up to the room you can use first so you can put your
stuff away," not mentioning that it was the connecting suite to Lex's
own, "then we can have that swim and cool off."
"I'm looking forward to it." Clark followed Lex into the house
and down hallways he'd grown familiar with over the past year. "Oh man,
I didn't bring anything to sleep in." He frowned but inwardly was
having to stifle a giggle at the sight of Lex's face when he heard that.
Lex thought he was going to burst through his pants. This was ridiculous!
He glanced back at Clark. But damn, he was gorgeous! If he only knew what
his innocent remarks were doing to his friend.
"Here it is." Lex gestured Clark inside the room, not entering
himself. "I'll give you a few minutes to change, while I go back to my
room and change too." And jerk off so I don't embarrass myself!
"I'll be right back."
Clark practically fell over his feet when Lex all but pushed him into the
bedroom. "Yeah, sure. Want me to wait for you here or come over to your
room when I'm done?"
Eyes widening into an expression of near horror, Lex hastily replied,
"No, no, make yourself at home. I'll come back for you as soon as I
change." Hastily bolting from the room, Lex fled the few feet down the
hall to his own door and nearly fell inside. The door was barely closed
behind him when his pants were down around his ankles and he was jerking
himself off, moaning Clark's name as he came.
Panting, he slumped against the door, stunned by the heat of his lust for
his friend. He sighed and scooped up his semen-spattered pants, tossing them
into the small hamper that was emptied every day, and headed into his
bathroom for a quick shower. Clark would just have to wait an extra minute
or two while he washed the scent of sex from his body.
Both stunned and aroused because once he'd tuned into Lex, he couldn't stop
hearing him and everything he was doing and saying, Clark began gingerly
removing his jeans, trying to will his erection down so that he could put on
his bathing suit without being embarrassed about it.
Lex had... and thinking about him! The shower in the other room was
running, letting Clark know that he had at least a little time, so he
stripped, darted into the bathroom, and stood under a cold stream of water
in the guest shower until he felt he could be seen in public. After quickly
drying off, he pulled on his bathing suit and sat on the bed, waiting for
Lex to come and get him.
Feeling much better once he'd showered, Lex pulled on his swimsuit and
strolled down the hall to Clark's room, choosing not to use the connecting
door and possibly spook him. Satisfied that his lust was back under control,
he thought that he would be able to enjoy simply spending time with the
At least he thought so until he saw Clark sitting there nearly naked. Oh,
he was so screwed! "Come on, I don't know about you, but I
definitely need to cool down."
Clark blinked at that and couldn't help the blush that heated his cheeks
as he thought of what Lex had been doing to get himself hot. "I was
beginning to think you got lost in there," he teased, standing and
grabbing his towel, then crossing to where Lex stood at the door. "Just
don't tell me your pool's heated, please?"
Lex could feel the heat of Clark's body, he stood so close, and he had to
try a couple of times before he could force a word out of his dry throat.
"No, I like it cold. There's always the Jacuzzi for afterward if we
want hot water, though I can't imagine that in this weather." He
pivoted on his heel, intent upon reaching the concealment of the cold water
before Clark realized what was going on.
"No thanks, I've been hot for most of today; the cold's what I
need." Lex was very quiet as they walked toward the pool, leaving Clark
to fill the gaps with a run-down of what he'd been doing that day.
"Probably not as exciting as yours I'll bet," he added with a grin
as he tossed his towel onto one of the deck chairs.
Lex shrugged. "Nothing much. I got up, caught up on some work, had
lunch, and decided that I needed company to play hooky from work for the
rest of the day." He dove into the water with perfect form, hoping the
sudden dousing of cold water would deal with his incipient erection before
Clark noticed. Although seemingly oblivious to his own appeal, Clark was no
fool, and he was bound to put two and two together if Lex spent all his time
in his company with a hard on.
Clark slid into the water without the theatrics, ducking himself under
and sighing happily as he floated on his back, tracking Lex by the sound of
him swimming. "Glad I could be of assistance. How was Metropolis? Do
anything interesting there?"
"Argued with my father, but that's neither new nor
interesting." Lex swam a little closer and treaded water, helplessly
running a hungry gaze over Clark when he thought the other man wasn't
looking. "How 'bout you, enjoying your summer?"
"It's been quiet," Clark admitted, shifting to tread water when
he heard Lex come up alongside him and felt the heat of his gaze, a heat
that went right to his groin. "Everyone's been gone: Chloe, Pete,
you..." He shrugged slightly and ducked his head under the water again,
getting a very clear view of Lex's pale torso, down over his dark purple
Speedos and over his legs, surfacing quickly before he became fixated on
what was beneath that clinging fabric. "Sorry, don't mean to sound like
"No problem, I suppose it is dull around here with everyone away.
But you know you're welcome to come over whenever you like. Even if I'm not
here, you could always use the pool and gym." Lex liked the idea of
Clark spending time here, almost like he belonged. Realizing what he was
thinking, he shook his head almost violently and threw himself into swimming
laps, doing about a dozen before he worked off the frustration.
Realizing that Lex was as determined to avoid a conversation as he was
about trying to start one, Clark stroked over to the edge of the pool and
pushed himself out to sit on the ledge, watching Lex do laps, silently
admiring the grace and precision of each stroke and the way Lex moved
through the water.
When Lex finally stopped, he leaned forward. "Thanks for the offer.
Is - are you going to be away a lot this summer?" God, now he sounded
like a clingy kid, not good at all.
One eyebrow rose curiously, but Lex simply replied, "No, I think
I'll stick around. It's easier to get things done without my father looking
over my shoulder. Besides, friends hang around together, right?" He
smiled at Clark, wondering what he would do if Lex suddenly swam over to him
and kissed him. Not that he would, of course. Lex had no intention of losing
"Definitely." For a second there, Clark caught a glimpse of
something in Lex's expression, but then it was gone, shuttered behind his
normal smile. "I'm glad you came by today, Lex, and glad you invited me
over." Clark slipped back into the water, swimming over to Lex.
"Ever play Marco Polo?"
Lex looked blank. "No, what is it?" First insulated from others
by his father's wealth and later by children's intolerance for those who
were different, which Lex's baldness certainly made him, he had never really
had friends growing up or played the games that most kids took for granted.
The image of Lex's isolation as a child hit Clark hard, and he felt an
incredible urge to pull Lex to him and hug him close. "It's a game, a
kids' game." He felt slightly embarrassed describing it. "One
person closes their eyes and calls out 'Marco'; the other ones--or one in
this case--has to answer 'Polo' and try to keep the one who's it from
catching them... without getting out of the water."
He glanced around the large pool. "Might be hard to do here though,
there's a lot of room to cover."
The idea of Clark reaching for him, hands brushing over his bare flesh,
made Lex shiver and harden despite the cool water. "Sounds like it
could be fun. Shall we give it a try?" He wondered if he was going to
survive this day, but suffering unrequited lust in Clark's presence was
infinitely better than anything else he could imagine just then.
"Do you want to be the hunter or the huntee - or should I even
ask?" Clark's smile grew as he spoke. Either way he knew he'd have an
advantage over his friend, but it never paid to discount Lex.
Although he really wanted to feel Clark's hands on him, Lex decided that
being the hunter gave him greater opportunity to perhaps cop a feel.
"Hunter," he replied almost instantly with a toothy smile
reminiscent of a shark.
Clark laughed. "I'm shocked." Turning Lex around, he gave him a
small push toward the corner of the pool. "Go over there and close your
eyes, then yell 'Marco' when you're ready to start." Funny, instead of
pushing Lex away, he still wanted to pull him in, to give him that hug - or
more. Well, if Lex wouldn't, maybe he'd get up enough nerve to do it.
Clark's hands seemed to leave burning impressions on Lex's shoulders, and
he was glad to be facing away. He waded to the corner indicated and waited a
moment to give Clark time to move away from where he'd seen him, then
yelled, "Marco," and turned around again, eyes tightly shut. He
slowly moved back toward the center of the pool, listening intently, trying
to hear or feel Clark's nearness.
"Polo," Clark called back. He'd positioned himself in the
corner nearest to Lex, and, the second after the other man began moving in
his direction, dove under the water, pushing off for deeper water, careful
not to use too much speed or strength.
Lex could feel the ripples in the water and tried to judge their
direction, moving slowly so he wouldn't miss a hint of Clark's location.
"Marco," he called again, hands outstretched toward where he
thought Clark might be.
Stroking toward Lex, Clark pulled up just out of arm's reach, holding as
still as possible. "Polo," he answered before diving to the
bottom, coming up a distance behind Lex. He was grinning widely and
contemplating his next move, one that could prove dangerous in more ways
Lex whirled slightly toward the sound, but again Clark was gone before he
could tag him. Getting a feel for the younger man's strategy, he spun around
180 degrees, and swam forward, trying to feel Clark's location. He thought
he felt a ripple in the water from one side and changed direction, heading
that way. He probed downward with one foot and realized that he could stand
at this depth. Motionless, he reached out, arms sweeping around him, seeking
When Lex stopped moving, Clark did too, and when the older man turned in
his direction, Clark knew he was catching onto him. "Polo." There
was no need to shout as they weren't that far apart, and Clark stayed in
place as Lex started moving toward him, only ducking aside at the last
second, reaching out to trail his fingers over Lex's bare--oh god, his skin
was so warm!--stomach as he moved.
Stunned by Clark's actions, Lex still managed to grab hold of his wrist,
and his eyes popped open to probe the clear green gaze. "Clark?"
He kept hold of Clark's wrist, fingers moving slightly, caressingly.
Clark swallowed, looking downward before meeting Lex's questioning gaze
again. "You're supposed to say, 'Marco'," he said, honestly amazed
at how his voice sounded to his own ears. It was lower, huskier, and it made
him think about sex, and touching - touching Lex.
Lex's tongue appeared to moisten his lips though he never looked away
from Clark. "Marco," he whispered, standing motionless as though
not to spook a wild animal.
Shivering, not from the coolness of the water, but because of the heat of
Lex's gaze, Clark leaned in, closing the distance between them. It was what
he'd hoped for when he'd come up with this half-baked plan, the plan he'd
conceived somewhere between listening to Lex come with his name on his lips
and realizing that the other man was trying to be noble about his feelings.
Clark might have been a virgin, but he wasn't totally innocent to the
ways of the world, not in this age of cable television and the internet, but
right now he wasn't thinking of any of that, just of the fact that he wanted
this - whatever it was - and he wanted it with Lex. "Polo," he
answered, his gaze flicking from Lex's lips to his eyes then back again
before he as much fell into the kiss as initiated it. One minute they
weren't touching, the next their lips, damp and cool from the pool water,
were pressed together, and all Clark could think was how good it felt.
Lex wondered wildly if the latest Smallville weirdness involved him
hallucinating about Clark, but no, that was most definitely a real tongue in
his mouth and a real body that he was drawing closer to himself. He nearly
fell over when he realized that he was feeling an answering hardness pressed
against his own, and he finally dared to draw Clark as close as he wanted
him, so close they should have melded together.
When Lex responded, Clark gave a frantic whimper, his hands scrabbling to
reach around the smaller man, to touch every part of him that he could. All
the while their tongues were sliding together, filling Clark's mouth with
Lex's taste, something that reminded him of cherries and peppermint, and,
inexplicably, moss but was so wonderful that he hated the thought of never
tasting it again.
Slightly startled by Clark's strength, Lex was still more than happy to
press closer. He took control of the kiss, teaching Clark what Lex liked and
letting him find out for himself what he enjoyed. Their legs were
intertwined, each one practically riding one of the other's thighs, and Lex
groaned loudly as their cocks rubbed together.
Suddenly worried that he was holding Lex too tightly or that the other
man needed to breathe, Clark pulled back, though he couldn't bring himself
to let go of Lex entirely. "Lex? Are you..." His own pulse was
pounding in his ears, making it hard to try to concentrate. What he could
feel was Lex's erection pressing against his, and it was mind-blowing.
"Are you okay?"
"'Okay'?! God, Clark." Lex shook his head, smiling. "I'm
amazing. You're amazing. But I'd rather not drown, so maybe we should get
out of the pool if we're going to continue this," he suggested, hoping
Clark wouldn't come to his senses and flee.
"I wouldn't let you drown," Clark said in all seriousness,
frowning as he flashed back to the moment they'd met and to dragging Lex's
wet, limp body out of the water. That had been the first time their lips had
touched, but he'd been much more concerned with bringing the other man back
to life than how it had felt at the time.
"Not after going to so much trouble to save me last time," Lex
agreed. "But it's a lot easier to move outside of the water." He
continued to urge Clark out of the pool, wanting the freedom to explore him
thoroughly, and that just wasn't going to happen here. For one thing, he
needed to breathe, so blowing Clark could not be accomplished in
chest deep water, as he pointed out.
Stunned by Lex's comment, Clark suddenly found himself out of the pool
with no idea of how he got there, but his arms were still around Lex, and
that was good - very good. It wasn't that he couldn't guess what was going
to happen; it was just that the reality of it was more than he could
comprehend, so he concentrated on what he could deal with, namely his mouth
on Lex's, his hands stroking over the other man's wet, pale skin, one moving
over his back and the other stroking the bare nape of his neck and up the
back of his head.
His feet were moving again, and pressure at the back of his knees had
Clark losing his balance, falling onto a lounge chair so heavily that it
creaked. Of course the fact that he hadn't let go of Lex, causing him to
fall too, didn't help matters at all, but the feel of Lex's weight on top of
him drove all thoughts of impending furniture doom from Clark's mind.
Momentarily startled to find himself so abruptly sprawled atop Clark when
he'd just been in the pool, Lex filed the anomaly away for later
consideration and simply enjoyed. The damp length of Clark's nearly naked
body beneath him was his fantasies come to life, and he couldn't hold back a
rumbling sound of satisfaction as he undulated slightly against him.
"God, you feel so good," he rasped an instant before his mouth
fastened onto Clark's, his tongue exploring the sensitive surfaces of his
lips and the interior of his mouth, tasting him thoroughly.
Squirming, trying to arrange both of them so that he could feel more of
Lex against him, Clark made a noise of wordless agreement. Lex's tongue was
in his mouth, and his smooth skin was under his hands, against his chest,
covering and surrounding him, and all he could think of was that he wanted
Raising his head up, he opened his mouth wider, sucking on Lex's tongue
as if trying to devour the older man, remembering how good it had felt when
Lex had done that to him.
Shudders ran through Lex's body, and he pressed harder against Clark,
only to draw back with a growl at the soggy constriction of their suits.
"We need to lose the bathing suits, Clark," he said quietly,
watching the other man for any signs of reluctance.
Large hands slid down Lex's back and were pulling at the stretchy nylon
of his swimsuit before Clark even realized what he was doing, but even then
he didn't stop. His cheeks heated in a blush, but he persisted, trying to
get Lex out of the clinging material without tearing it, something that was
proving difficult, especially when he felt Lex's hands on him.
"Umm, we may need to... I can't..." He mumbled, looking away.
Lex was used to people skilled in this, and while he had ideas, Clark
definitely hadn't had any experience.
Lex curled his fingers around Clark's jaw and turned him back to face
him. "I want you, Clark. We'll work out the details
together." He kissed him again, this time allowing his hunger free rein
as he grew more secure in the knowledge that Clark wasn't going anywhere. He
squirmed atop the teenager as he fought the wet fabric, finally managing to
divest them both of their suits, not without a gasp of pleasure when Clark
raised his hips to help. Naked, they lay together, cocks perfectly aligned
between their bodies, and after another devouring kiss, Lex slid downward so
he could reach Clark's chest, his tongue dragging over a nipple.
"Lex!" Clark gasped and arched upward, easily lifting both of
them off the lounge, his hands clenching into fists in the air above Lex's
shoulders. He was afraid to touch the other man, afraid that he'd leave
bruises on that pale, perfect skin from a simple touch.
Growling softly, Lex raised his head to look up at Clark. "Touch
me, damnit!" He pushed upward until he came in contact with the hands
above him, then sank back down to draw the damp nipple into his mouth, teeth
scraping and tongue laving alternately.
Making a despairing sound, Clark flattened his palms on Lex's back. His
arms were quivering with restraint, but his fingers kneaded the warming
skin, dragging through the drops of water puddled there, moving down just to
the curve of Lex's ass, then back up again.
"So good, feels so..." He twisted, wanting more of that
wonderful feeling of Lex's mouth on his chest, torn between needing him
where he was and wanting to feel the sensation on the opposite side.
Sensing Clark's desires, Lex switched his attention to the so-far
neglected nipple, one hand rising to play with the now abandoned one,
teasing and pinching it to diamond-hardness. He rubbed his belly lightly
against Clark's upstanding cock, feeling warm liquid smear across him as he
did, and ground his own cock against Clark's thigh, groaning with pained
pleasure at the unyielding flesh.
"Lex, I want - I need..." It took all of Clark's willpower to
keep from grabbing the older man and dragging him down so that he could
thrust up against him. For a second, he didn't care about what Lex wanted or
how it would feel to him, and that, more than anything, shocked him out of
"Yes, Clark, I'll give you what you need," Lex murmured, his
voice a velvety, dark purr promising everything a horny teenager could
imagine. With a final hard suck on the nipple in his mouth, he drew back,
allowing his teeth to scrape over the upstanding nubbin, and slowly slid
down more, his tongue trailing down Clark's torso to his navel. He dallied
there for a moment, nibbling on the hard, rippling flesh, then moved a
little lower. He paused to eye the rigid erection already dripping with
precome, and he licked his lips hungrily.
His expression almost pained, Clark relaxed back onto the cushions. His
fingertips skittered over the hairless expanse of Lex's head, and he
quivered, as aroused by the feeling of the thin skin beneath his fingers as
he was by Lex's ever-moving mouth.
Was he... Oh, god, he was. Biting his lip to keep from screaming when
Lex's mouth wrapped around his erection, Clark gave a muffled shout, at the
same time wrenching his hands away from Lex's head to fist them at his
Lex hummed with pleasure at Clark's reaction, prompting another cry of
pleasure. For a time he concentrated on the head, nibbling gently, licking
and sucking, then gradually, so slowly that at first Clark didn't realize
what he was doing, he began to swallow more of him, more and more until
Clark's full length was inside Lex's mouth, the head in his throat as he
swallowed him whole.
Clark whimpered, lost in the overwhelming sensations. He thrust up
blindly, wanting to bury himself in the warm, sucking wetness, to lose
himself and never find his way back because it felt so right. He felt his
body tighten and tried to gasp out a warning, but it was too late. Giving a
bellow muffled by the arm he managed to throw over his mouth, Clark came,
the ripples of Lex's throat muscles contracting around his erection when Lex
swallowed drawing another round of tremors from him.
Lex eagerly swallowed every drop, sucking until Clark had nothing left
and was whimpering softly at the continued stimulation of his sensitized
flesh. Only then did Lex release him and shimmy back up his body to take his
mouth again, letting Clark taste himself while Lex rubbed frantically into
the cradle of his pelvis, desperate for his own climax.
"Lex..." He tasted different somehow, and Clark was shocked
when it hit him that it was because it was his own semen that he was
tasting. His semen in Lex's mouth. Lex Luthor had just sucked him off, and
it was the most amazing thing he had ever felt.
"Lex," he tried again, when his friend - his lover? - didn't
answer, just kept rubbing against him, his hard cock a brand against Clark's
groin. "I want to - let me help, please?"
Those words made Lex shudder and groan as he stilled. "Oh god, yes,
please, touch me, Clark." He pressed against him, moaning throatily as
his arousal sparked through him.
The request proved to be all the catalyst Clark needed, and he twitched,
flipping them over without giving a second's thought to the fact that it
shouldn't have been so easy for him to maneuver them like that. Pushing up
onto his knees, he stared down at Lex, drinking him in from the cool, icy
blue of his eyes across his chest and down to his groin. The sight of Lex's
straining cock hit Clark like a blow to the stomach, and he bit his lip
again before coming to a decision. What Lex had done to him had been
amazing, so it had to feel good from the other side - if he could do it
Leaning in, he stroked his hands over Lex's chest, following their path
with his lips, getting lost once again in the feel of Lex's skin. He could
smell the older man now, a musky scent that was overpowering the chlorine
from the pool, one he found addictive.
Lex shivered, feeling Clark explore his body, and the knowledge that
Clark had never done this before was even more arousing. He bit his lip as
he fought to remain still, to allow the younger man to proceed at his own
pace and however he wanted. But every tentative touch of that gorgeous mouth
was pushing Lex that much closer to his climax, and he didn't know how long
he could hold out. But, god, he wanted to feel Clark's mouth on him.
He shifted restlessly, legs spreading as much as they could with Clark
straddling him as he knelt above him, and his hands fisted on the sides of
the lounge chair.
"You taste so good," Clark whispered, hardly aware that he was
speaking as he worked his way lower, brushing his lips over Lex's nipples
before moving lower, grazing over his ribs. "Better then Mom's pies
even. Thought your mouth tasted good, but this..."
He trailed off when Lex groaned, almost asking again if Lex was all right
before recognizing the sound for what it was - need. That he could bring as
sophisticated and worldly a man as Lex to this sent a shiver through Clark,
and he kissed Lex's stomach, one of his hands sliding lower to at first
tentatively, then more firmly stroke the older man's erection.
The only thing Lex could compare this moment to was when the meteor hit
Smallville, and he thought this just might be more of a shock to his
system... and much more pleasant. His hips nearly leapt off the chair into
Clark's fist, and a high-pitched moan--not a whine, Luthors never
whined!--of need escaped him. "Oh yes, Clark, please," he panted,
heavy-lidded silvery blue eyes peering down at the young man kneeling
A smile of surprised pleasure stole over Clark's face, and he risked a
glance at Lex, though the sight of the expression of total want and desire
on his face made Clark whine, much as Lex had done a moment ago. His hand
was still moving over Lex's cock, but he wanted to do more, to give Lex
Sliding back, shifting so that he was kneeling between Lex's thighs,
Clark licked his lips, took a deep breath, and dipped his head downward, the
next sweep of his tongue moving across the silky smooth skin of the head of
Lex's cock. Flavor exploded over his tastebuds, and he whimpered. It was
everything he'd tasted before from Lex but even more primal and visceral,
simply, more Lex. Wanting more, he licked again, and again, until his mouth
was moving along the underside of Lex's shaft, seeking every bit of flavor
he could find.
Lex's eyes fell shut again, the pleasure overwhelming him as Clark
seemingly tried to eat him whole. The butterfly sensation of his young
lover's lips moving along his shaft nearly made him scream, and a strangled
moan did force its way past his lips when Clark reached the head and began
to push the tip of his tongue into the slit.
"God, Clark, gonna come..."
Pausing, Clark looked up at Lex again, taking in the clenched muscles
that showed just how tightly he was trying to keep himself in control. Clark
saw all this in the blink of an eye, and suddenly he wanted nothing in the
world more than to taste Lex's essence, as if his semen would be the
distilled mead of his spirit brought forth for Clark alone to drink.
"Please," he whispered, before lowering his head again, this
time closing his lips around Lex's cock and sucking, not able to keep any
kind of rhythm because Lex was thrusting up into his mouth but trying all
Lex's hands suddenly released the sides of the lounger and combed through
Clark's slightly long, dark hair, clutching the curling strands as he
stiffened and arched upward, crying out Clark's name as he exploded. His
universe narrowed to the hot, sucking mouth enclosing his cock and the
white-hot ecstasy tearing through his entire body, radiating outward from
his center to his very fingertips and toes.
Hot and salty and so, so Lex... Instead of backing off from the jets of
thick liquid filling his mouth, Clark moved closer, wanting more, wanting
all of Lex he could possess, even for this short time. He stayed there,
licking and nuzzling Lex's spent flesh, not caring if he never moved again.
Finally, Lex used his grip on Clark's hair to draw him away from his
sensitized flesh, pulling him up into a ravenous kiss as he sought to taste
himself in Clark's mouth, licking and sucking on his tongue until all he
could taste again was pure Clark. Letting the other man go to gasp in some
much-needed air, although Clark didn't seem to be suffering from the same
need, Lex stared at him from eyes nearly silver with satiated pleasure.
"For an innocent, Clark Kent, you certainly know how to drive a man
wild." He wrapped his arms around his nude lover, pulling Clark down to
lie on top of him, luxuriating in his weight pressing him into the thick,
Clark didn't even bother to try and deny the accusation. "Just
because I haven't - hadn't done anything doesn't mean I hadn't
thought about it." He rested his cheek on Lex's shoulder, concerned
about crushing the smaller man, but Lex didn't seem uncomfortable, and,
knowing him, if he was, Clark would soon know.
"Just not..." He stopped speaking and blushed. "I like how
you sounded. And how you tasted."
Lex's eyes closed again briefly as he shuddered with lust at the words.
"Damnit, Clark, are you trying to kill me?" He could feel the rush
of blood to his groin, and if he hadn't just had the most explosive orgasm
of his life, he was sure he would have been hard again. "For the
record, I liked how you tasted too... even if I'm not quite sure what made
up your mind?" He was curious; he'd been sure that Clark had no idea of
his attraction to him. "No!" Clark exclaimed before frowning in
confusion, trying to come up with a plausible reason aside from the real
one, the one he couldn't share. "I just... The way you looked at me
before, back at the farm. It made me think, or think more anyway, about you,
He shrugged, and lifted his head to look down at Lex. "I made up my
mind when I said I'd spend the night that if you didn't kiss me, I was going
to find a way to kiss you so we both didn't go crazy."
Lex frowned. He didn't think he'd looked at Clark any differently than he
had a hundred times before; then again, who knew when someone might clue in
to someone else's attraction? His expression cleared, and he smiled into the
green eyes so close to his own. "I'm glad you did. I was afraid that if
I said anything to you, I'd lose your friendship. I would never have risked
"Can't people be friends and... lovers at the same time?" Clark
felt his blush deepen at the last, and he cursed himself for acting like
such a child.
"Of course they can," Lex hastened to reassure him. "But
only if that's what they both want, and I had no idea if you did." He
shrugged as much as possible in his current position. "I'm glad you
did. Do. You know what I mean." He shifted a little uncomfortably.
"Want to go back to swimming, or shall we go inside and find something
"I do." Clark nodded and kissed Lex gently trying not to give
in to his desire to curl up around the older man and not let go for years.
He looked over at their bathing suits lying on the tiled floor in a wet,
tangled mess, and grimaced at the thought of pulling the cold fabric onto
his body. "Something to eat sounds good." He almost suggested
getting cleaned up, but he smelled like Lex, and Lex smelled like him, and
he wanted to keep things that way for as long as possible.
Having noticed Clark's glance at their discarded suits, Lex suggested
that they make use of two of the robes kept in the pool house instead.
"I'd hate for either of us to catch a cold from putting wet things back
on." When Clark nodded and shifted off of him, he stretched and stood
up, strolling over to the small pool house, unabashedly naked, and returned
with two robes over his arm.
"Does this mean that you'll be sharing my bed tonight?"
Taking the robe, Clark pulled it on, feeling an odd mix of loss and
relaxation when Lex belted his around his waist, covering his body. He
wanted to ask if Lex wanted him to, but no, he wasn't going to be needy,
begging for attention. Lex was Lex, and that meant complicated; he'd known
the other man long enough to understand that. Clark may not have understood
everything about him, but he did know that Lex hated weakness, a trait
passed down from his father.
Taking a breath, knowing this was something he'd set in motion with that
first touch, that first kiss, Clark looked at Lex, his gaze steady.
"I'm glad." Lex took the necessary step forward to kiss Clark,
then smiled the open smile that was reserved for his friend and lover.
"So now I definitely need to feed you so you won't pass out on
me," he teased, motioning toward the French doors into the house.
"I think you'd have a hard time carrying me if I did." Clark
laughed as he spoke before moving up beside Lex and sliding an arm around
his waist. Seeing that smile had made everything even more right, and he
felt a curl of warmth within him that had nothing to do with sex and
everything to do with true affection.
"I was thinking more along the lines of in bed," Lex admitted
with a laugh, putting an arm around him as well. "Unlike a certain
farmboy, I'm sure I couldn't manage to cart someone around." He smiled
to show that he was only teasing as they padded through the house toward the
kitchen, intent on quieting the pangs of appetite they'd worked up.
"Clean living and organic vegetables," Clark replied.
"Don't forget getting up early and chores, lots of chores," he
added at Lex's grimace before his stomach growled, demanding food after
"I think I'll stick to unclean living in that case." Lex shook
his head. His idea of morning chores was drinking his coffee without burning
himself. What on earth was he doing with this boy? Meeting Clark's eyes, he
knew that no matter what a mismatch they seemed on the surface, they were
drawn together, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
"My cook has gone out for the afternoon, but she'll be back before
dinner. In the meantime, we'll just have to scrounge for whatever we can
find. Sandwiches okay with you?" Lex frankly didn't think he'd know how
to make anything else.
Cook... Clark fought the urge to cringe as he recalled the staff Lex had
here at the castle. What if one of them had walked out to the pool while
they had... Deciding that avoiding that train of thought would be the safest
thing for now, Clark nodded. "Yeah, a sandwich sounds good. All that -
uh - swimming makes you hungry."
"Swimming, huh? Is that what we're calling it now?" Lex smiled,
a slightly sharp edge to it as he eyed Clark. "Personally, I found that
you made me hungriest, and not for food." He knew he should make
allowances for Clark's age and lack of experience, but he'd always been
himself with the teenager, and he didn't want that to change because of this
new dimension to their relationship.
Clark felt his face heat and ducked his head but found the inner strength
to respond in kind. "What? Saying you want seconds already? And they
say teenagers are insatiable..."
Lex stopped and drew Clark to a halt as well, then tilted his head back
up so that he could kiss him. "I'm not that much older that you,
you know," he pointed out huskily. "And for the record, I want
seconds, thirds and fourths... we can negotiate after that." He nipped
gently at Clark's lower lip and stepped back to continue toward the kitchen.
"Is there a point?" Clark asked, his tongue running out over
his lip as he wished, for a very different reason than usual, that he was
normal. If he could be bruised, he'd wake up in the morning and see the
evidence of Lex's bite, and it would remind him that this had really
"I've seen how you negotiate; I'm betting I should just give in
gracefully now." He followed Lex into the kitchen, realizing that this
was the first time he'd been in the large, modern space. "Want some
help with the food?"
Looking around almost helplessly, Lex shrugged and nodded. "I had a
cook in my apartment when I was at college too. I'm afraid my skills are
maybe up to slapping something between two slices of bread." He
wandered over to the fridge and peered inside, apparently hoping a fully
made meal would leap out at him. Clark moved closer, leaning over Lex's back
to peer into the fridge and found himself unable to resist pressing a kiss
on the back of Lex's head. "How about you let me make the sandwiches
then. Mom may do most of the cooking, but she made damn sure I could at
least fend for myself if I had to."
With a sense of relief--and a shiver of pleasure at the touch of Clark's
lips--Lex backed away from the fridge and left their sustenance in the
younger man's capable hands. Unable to tear his eyes away from said hands
and the gorgeous body they were attached to, he nearly stumbled over a chair
before he managed to sit down.
"Sounds good to me. At least that way we won't have to worry about
me accidentally poisoning both of us. There are a lot more interesting
things I'd like to do to you." He smiled quickly, eyes fixed on Clark's
While he doubted that anything on earth aside from the meteor rocks could
poison him, Clark grinned and nodded, playing along. "What would you
have done for food then if I hadn't come over?" he asked, glancing back
over his shoulder, eyebrows raised questioningly, before looking at the
shelves of food again and beginning to make his selections. God, there was
stuff in here he'd never heard of, let alone seen; where was the turkey or
"I wouldn't have had quite so much exercise, so I wouldn't have
needed anything before dinner," Lex pointed out dryly. "However, I
think the benefits more than outweigh the hunger." He frowned very
slightly, curious as to what could possibly be taking Clark so long in
there, not that he wasn't enjoying the view. "Is something wrong?"
he finally asked.
"No..." Clark picked up something wrapped in butcher's paper
that looked like it could be deli meat - if such a thing was allowed to
exist in a Luthor home. "Does pro... sciutto sound good to you?"
"Sure," Lex said agreeably. "There should be some asiago
in there somewhere too, some tomatoes, whole seed Dijon, and I think there
should be some bread left over here." He glanced over at the counter
where he thought he'd seen some of his favorite Russian black bread.
"Can I ask you something, Lex?" When the older man nodded,
Clark chuckled. "Have you ever eaten anything that didn't have a
"Yup. Clark Kent only has two syllables."
Clark turned beet red and almost dropped the package of sliced meat on
the floor. "Not if you include my middle name," he mumbled,
grabbing lettuce, tomatoes and what looked like mustard out of the fridge
and setting them on the counter.
Unable to resist how adorable Clark looked when he blushed--and when did
adorable become part of his vocabulary?--Lex stood up and walked over to his
lover, pressing him back against the counter as he kissed him thoroughly.
When he straightened away again after a final flick of his tongue over that
tempting lower lip, he said, "I didn't need a third syllable to know
that you're better than anything else I've ever had."
Gripping the countertop so tightly he wondered if he was going to leave
dents, but not wanting to grab Lex because if he did, neither of them would
be eating anything except Lex's non-three-syllable meal, Clark shook his
head. "I think the hunger is affecting your judgment."
"I agree, but I don't think we're talking about the same
hunger." Lex reached the same conclusion Clark had, so he forced
himself to move away and sit back down. He turned an interested gaze on the
young man still standing motionless, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Is
the fact that you've left finger-length indentations in the marble of my
countertop another of those things I'm not supposed to notice?"
Clark blinked and turned pale. He could feel the ridges under his fingers
and wondered just how deep they had to be for Lex to have noticed them from
where he was sitting. But then, this was Lex, so maybe it wasn't a surprise
after all. "I guess chalking it up to organic produce and lots of
chores won't cut it?"
"About as much as telling me that I didn't hit you at 60 miles an
hour," Lex replied sweetly, a tone that in itself was a warning sign.
"I'm not an idiot, Clark... but I can't protect you if I don't what I'm
protecting you against." For the first time he admitted to himself and
to Clark just why he'd done some of the things he'd done.
Food now forgotten, Clark let his knees give way and slid to the floor,
the tiling cool against his butt and the back of his legs through the robe.
"You can't protect me from myself, Lex," he sighed, tilting his
head to half-look in Lex's direction. "I'm - You know how the meteor
rocks are different? Well, I'm like them. Different, like with the car and
why getting shot point blank didn't kill me and... this..." He reached
up, running a fingertip over the indentations, his troubled green eyes
following the path of his hand.
Lex rose and came to crouch in front of Clark, trying to understand.
"Like the rocks, Clark? I can say from personal experience that while
parts of you can be very hard," he gave him an encouraging smile,
"you're definitely no stone statue.
"As for the rest, frankly, I find it comforting to know that it's
pretty much impossible to hurt you." Lex was already contemplating how
much of a target Clark would become if, when, people found out that he was
Lex Luthor's one weakness. At least he'd never have to worry about
kidnapping and ransom demands.
"Not like them that way." Lost in his concern for what his
parents would say when they found out Lex knew and the gnawing worry that
his best friend who had just become something much, much more, would think
he was a freak, Clark had missed Lex's second comment. "I... arrived
when they did. It's my fault they're here and that people get hurt because
"You... arrived..." Lex trailed off into silence, pale blue
eyes fixed on the miserable young man on his floor, that brilliant mind
putting all the pieces together with what Clark had just told him. "My
god," he said slowly. "You're an alien?"
Oh god, this was it. Now Lex would tell him to get out and go and try to
scrub off even the memory of touching him. Strangled by his constricting
throat, Clark could only nod.
Lex almost laughed with relief, only managing to restrain himself because
he knew Clark would take it the wrong way. "It's good to know I'm not
losing my mind," he said almost cheerfully. "And equally good to
know that the things that you do are natural to you and not the result of
some new, bizarre mutation caused by this damn town and those bloody
rocks... which are not your fault, by the way," he added
"They came down when my ship did; how can they not be?" Clark
lifted his head just enough to look at Lex, the fact that he was still there
both amazing and terrifying. Lex knew. He knew and he was still
"That's like saying that a baby born during a tornado is responsible
for its destruction," Lex pointed out with irrefutable logic.
"Even if you did come from the same place, which seems likely judging
by your reaction to the damned things," he added, a number of things
suddenly making sense to him, "you're no more to blame than I am for a
volcano erupting on the world I was born on."
It was nothing he hadn't heard from his parents a thousand times, but
somehow, when Lex presented the argument in his logical way, Clark believed
it - or believed more than he had before. "I'm not human," he said
quietly. "I can do other stuff. I can see through things. I can float
sometimes, and I don't know how or why I keep changing." With a lurch,
he leaned forward, catching Lex in his arms and pulling them together, his
face buried in the warm skin of Lex's neck as he fought tears at finally
saying things he'd only thought to himself before.
Nearly toppling over as Clark yanked him forward, Lex went with the
motion, ending up kneeling on his kitchen floor with his lover in his arms.
"It's called growing up, Clark," he pointed out ruefully.
"Welcome to the joys of being a teenager. You just get to experience
some unique changes, at least on this planet, but everyone goes through hell
for a couple of years. But you have your parents... and me. I'm here for you
whenever you need or want to talk." If his father could hear him at
that moment, Lex knew that Lionel would disinherit him on the spot.
Clark gave a hiccup that was part laugh and lifted his head from Lex's
shoulder. His eyes were bright with tears, but his expression was calmer,
more open. "I don't think any sex ed class ever covered what I'm going
through," he sniffled, swiping the back of his hand across his eyes.
"But I'm glad you're here. I really - even with Mom and Dad there have
been times when I thought I was going crazy."
Lex chuckled. "At the risk of sounding both repetitive and like a
parent, every teenager goes through the same thing... although admittedly
most don't have to deal with floating. And homosexuality in Smallville,
Kansas of all places. And getting involved with someone older." He
thought about that. "Okay, you're right, you do have more than your
share." He smiled. "You just have to do things big, don't
Clark couldn't keep himself from snickering. "Maybe I'm hoping any
one of them will distract everyone from the others." He sobered, and
brought a hand up to touch the side of Lex's face. "I'm just glad it
was you. All of it. I - this makes it worthwhile."
"Me too," Lex admitted. "But the age thing could be a
problem, Clark. I'd really rather be with you to explore this thing
happening between us, but your father could send me to jail for a long time.
You're underage. And Kansas has those quaint homosexuality laws. We're going
to have to be careful."
"I know, and even your dad's money wouldn't be enough to keep my dad
from coming after you if he thought you'd molested me - which you
didn't!" He sighed and leaned back against the cabinetry, unconsciously
pulling Lex closer, turning the other man around and resting his head on his
shoulder from behind. "I - I'm going to have to tell them. I want to be
with you too, Lex, but I can't lie to them, and maybe, maybe they'll be
Lex groaned faintly. "Promise to visit me in prison?" He was
not quite joking. But he knew that Clark Kent was the world's worst liar, at
least when it came to the people he cared about, so it really was the only
option. "God, your father already can't stand me; this is not
going to help." His arms covered Clark's around his waist, and he
pressed them against himself, needing to feel him.
Determination coursed through Clark. He was going to find a way to keep
the people he loved from being hurt, especially by each other, or he'd die
trying. "He always says he wants me to be happy, and what I need to be
happy is you. He loves me, and I love you, and - and I don't know what he's
going to do, but he's not going to send you to jail!"
"I certainly hope you're right," Lex muttered, but he left it
at that. It would serve no purpose to upset Clark by pressing the issue.
Reluctantly pushing to his feet, he glanced down at the teen. "So what
happened to my snack? And can you do something to fix that?" He nodded
at the dents in the counter, hoping Clark could smooth it down in some way
so he didn't have to figure out how to explain it to the kitchen staff.
Clark followed Lex up, as much to stay in contact with him as to get to
work on the forgotten meal. Eyeing the dents, he frowned, raking a hand
through his hair. "I can try." Squatting down so that he was eye
level with the marble countertop, Clark used his x-ray vision to study the
stress lines inside the rock. Taking a deep breath, he applied pressure at
certain junctures, and was relieved when the flat surface was restored with
just a few ripples to show where he'd crushed it.
That was one down, now for the food. "Do you know where your plates
are?" he asked, wondering if Lex had any idea or if they'd just eat off
Tearing his bemused gaze away from the once again flat countertop, Lex
glanced around vaguely. "In one of the cupboards, I'm sure." He
gestured toward the rows of cabinets filling the upper half of two walls. He
shook his head sharply and focused on Clark again. "You make the
sandwiches; I'll find the plates." He strode toward the cabinets like a
man on a mission.
Deciding that it would be better not to have to wait a half an hour while
Lex went through all his cupboards, Clark swiveled his head, studying the
contents of each before spying the cabinet with the plates, though why
anyone other then Lex would need eighty dinner plates and all the extras was
"Third one on your left," he called, setting out the fixings on
the countertop, reaching for the bread and beginning to slice the toppings
with a sharp knife he'd located near the sink.
Lex shot a sharp glance over his shoulder at the oblivious teenager, then
took two plates out of the cabinet indicated. "Useful as well as
decorative," he drawled as he placed them on the counter beside Clark.
"You can see through things?" He was still trying to get a handle
on what Clark could do.
"Yeah." Clark set slices of bread on the china. "That
started back in the fall. It was really bad for a while; I couldn't tell
when it was going to pop on and off." He paused, then grinned. "It
comes in handy sometimes, like when I want to tell if it's really you or
someone who's been around the meteor rocks and has just morphed to look like
That got a blink of surprise from Lex, then a slow smile. "Thanks.
And I never have to worry about not being able to find a cufflink when
you're around, do I." He sat back down in the chair, watching Clark as
intently as if he'd never seen anyone make a sandwich before... and it was
quite possible that he hadn't.
"Useful as well as decorative," Clark mimicked while slathering
the mustard onto the thick black bread. He caught a glimpse of the price tag
on the lid of the bottle and thought his eyes were going to bug out of his
head. French's cost seventy-nine cents at the grocery store, and here was
Lex paying seventeen dollars for mustard? But then he supposed that Lex had
never tasted French's, and if this was what he liked, well, he certainly
could afford it.
Closing the sandwiches, he sliced them diagonally and handed a plate to
Lex. "Want something to drink? I can find the glasses unless you want
to get the ones in your study."
"There should be some bottles of water in the fridge." Lex
suddenly realized that he was thirsty. "Point me to the glasses."
When Clark had again scanned the cupboards and found the stemware, Lex
retrieved two heavy crystal glasses, which passed for everyday ware in the
Luthor household, and brought them back to the table. Looking from the
sandwiches to Clark, who sat patiently waiting, the manners drummed into him
by Martha Kent not allowing him to start until Lex was seated and ready to
eat as well, Lex suddenly grinned.
"I think this may just qualify as a first date."
"I thought those went meal and conversation before making out?"
Clark asked innocently, waiting until Lex had raised his glass to his lips
to pose the question.
Nearly choking on his water, Lex gave Clark a dirty look over the linen
napkin as he dried his face. "We're hitting all the steps, just in a
different order. That lets us revisit the more interesting ones before we're
done." He gave Clark the patented Luthor toothy grin that would not
have looked out of place on a shark.
"Ahhh..." Clark nodded sagely though his eyes were dancing with
merriment as he bit into his sandwich. Chewing and swallowing, he licked his
lips before regarding the sandwich carefully. "Hey, this prosciutto
stuff isn't half bad."
"As if I would have anything that was." Lex looked down his
nose though the laughter sparkling in his blue eyes gave him away. Then
again, Clark hadn't been overly impressed by his first introduction to
caviar, the finest Russian beluga available. "Eat up," he said
mock sternly, cutting off the comment he could see Clark about to make.
"You need your energy."
If anyone had told him that morning that he and Clark Kent would be
lovers before the day was done, he'd have decided that yet another
Smallville inhabitant had had an overly close encounter with the meteor
rocks, but here they were. He smiled, hiding the almost fatuous expression
behind a big bite of his sandwich.
Clark shuddered at the remembrance of the one bite he'd had of the fish
eggs, then shivered again at the thought of why he'd need his energy later.
"If that's the case, I'd better make you more to eat. I've got lots of
energy." Energy that was now prodding him to stare at Lex's finely
formed mouth as he took another drink of water, at the long lines of his
throat as he swallowed, at the shadows cast on his skin by the robe and...
Whoa, Clark, chill or you aren't going to be able to stand up any time soon.
Lex's mouth went dry at the hungry look being trained on him, and he
suddenly knew how a mouse must feel when it's staring into the cat's eyes...
only he expected to enjoy his fate a lot more than the mouse ever could.
"This is all I need," he managed to say, eyes locked onto Clark's.
"I don't want to overeat so I end up sleepy and lethargic." He
licked his lips.
"No, that would be bad." Even though he'd eaten only a little
more than half of his sandwich, Clark had lost all interest in food, unless
seeing Lex spread out like a banquet in front of him qualified. He'd thought
he'd felt love before, thought he'd felt lust before, but nothing prepared
him for the desire he had to crawl across the countertop separating them and
simply devour Lex's mouth, licking every bit of the taste of his meal from
him until all Clark could taste was pure, unadulterated Lex.
Lex put down the sandwich that suddenly held all the appeal of sawdust.
"Spell it out for me, Clark. I'm not sure what, how much you're ready
for and want from me. More of the same, or... more?"
"I don't know." Conscious of the state of Lex's furniture,
Clark avoided touching anything around him by grabbing one hand with the
other and squeezing so tightly that the veins stood out on his forearms in
stark relief. "I want to touch you, to taste you. It's all I can think
about, Lex! I just don't know - what comes next."
"Then we'll work it out together. Just remember, if you don't like
something or aren't ready for it, tell me. I already have far more
than I ever dreamed I could." Lex moved around to Clark's side and
kissed him. "I think it's time to go upstairs, don't you?"
Breathless, Clark nodded, before turning a guilty look to the leftover
food and dirty dishes on the counter. "Shouldn't we clean up
Lex simply shook his head, watching Clark. "Someone will take care
of it. I'd rather take care of you." He moved a little closer, crowding
Clark, though neither of them ever really respected the other's personal
space; they hadn't since they'd first met. "Come up to my bedroom,
Clark." Lex's very tone was an invitation.
The flicker of guilt vanished in the growing glow of warmth inside him,
and Clark stood, wrapping his arms around Lex, holding him close, nuzzling
his neck to fill his nostrils with his lover's scent again. "And your
bed?" he asked, his voice going low and husky again.
"Oh, definitely my bed. And the shower, and probably a chair or two,
and maybe a desk. The walls have possibilities too." Lex punctuated his
words with kisses, quick ones and longer, sucking ones, licking kisses and
kisses that ended with nips. "Interested?" He rubbed against
Clark, letting him feel his renewed arousal.
Clark gave a laugh that sounded pained and rocked his hips forward to
grind his groin against Lex's, the layers of cloth between them a
frustrating impediment. Lex's mouth was on his, in his, and while it was
heaven, he wanted so, so much more.
"In anything with you," he whispered, rubbing his face against
Lex's before nibbling on his earlobe, sucking the bit of soft flesh into his
"Then we definitely need to get upstairs, or the kitchen staff is
likely to find us in a very embarrassing position when they get back."
Lex slowly backed toward the door, drawing Clark with him, not willing to
lose a single inch of contact between their bodies.
The thought of how embarrassing that would be goaded Clark into
action, and he shifted his hold on Lex, picking the older man up and
super-speeding it to his bedroom, tumbling them both to the massive bed
while the echoes from him closing the door were still ringing in their ears.
Eyes wide, Lex stared up at Clark, trying to take in the fact that in the
time it had taken him to blink, Clark had moved them from vertical in the
kitchen downstairs to horizontal in his bed, with the door shut and locked
behind them. "Fast too," he said inanely before abandoning words
in favor of touching.
The expensive robes were consigned to crumpled heaps on the floor without
a second thought, and Lex rumbled his pleasure as his hands ran over the
silky, hot flesh that was Clark.
"Um hmm." Clark didn't even know what he was agreeing to; all
he knew was that he had Lex in his arms, and even better, naked, aroused Lex
in his arms. Twisting up into the feel of the other man's hands on his back,
then down into the angular press of Lex's body, Clark moaned, wanting to
follow where Lex led but also just wanting to explore.
Remembering his own feelings the first time he'd done this, at a much
younger age than Clark, Lex understood some of what Clark was thinking. He
sprawled back amidst the pillows, watching his lover out of heavy-lidded
eyes. "Touch me, Clark. I want to feel your hands on me."
Stunned and aroused by the fact that he'd pretty much just been given
permission to do whatever he wanted, Clark pushed up onto his knees as he
licked his suddenly dry lips. Wanting to take his time, because as amazing
as what they had done by the pool had been, he really didn't remember any of
it, Clark reached out, running a hand down the center of Lex's chest,
feeling muscles jump and twitch beneath his fair, hairless skin.
"You look..." Like sex was the only description that Clark
could come up with, and that just wasn't something he could say out loud.
Lex was relaxed against his pillows, his gaze electric, but also seeming as
at ease as if he were fully clothed and out for a stroll. Shifting again,
Clark added his other hand, running them both over Lex's body from shoulders
to hips, then back again, his eyes never leaving the silvery-blue ones
staring up at him.
A full body shiver ran through Lex as Clark petted him, and he realized
that somewhere along the line his noble intentions of not taking this too
far had fallen by the wayside. So long as Clark was willing and unafraid,
which seemed pretty obvious, at least one of them was going to get fucked
before they left this bed.
"You look like one of Raphael's angels, beautiful and
tempting," Lex murmured, one hand rising to run a teasing thumb over
the full lower lip that figured so prominently in his fantasies.
"Sorry, I can't fly." Clark smiled before catching Lex's thumb
between his lips and licking it, drawing more and more of it into his mouth
while he rolled Lex's nipples between his fingers.
This was a virgin? How had Lionel Luthor's son ever gotten so lucky? His
back arching off the bed, Lex had to try a couple of times before he could
force words out of his throat. "J-just as well. I might never be able
to catch you then." Involuntarily, his legs spread, knees coming up to
press against Clark's waist, his gaze fixed on his thumb being so inexpertly
but arousingly fellated.
Letting Lex's thumb fall from his mouth, Clark couldn't help arching his
hips forward to rub against the older man's groin. "You'd find a
way," he rasped, leaning in to kiss Lex again, unable to survive
without feeling those thin, elegant lips under his again.
Lex moaned into the mouth covering his, more aroused by kissing Clark
than he'd been by fucking other men in the past. When Clark finally raised
his head, a hint of smug satisfaction in the green eyes for the response he
engendered in Lex, the older man simply said, "Yes." Yes, he
wanted Clark; yes, they belonged together; yes, Clark could do whatever he
wanted to him; and yes, Lex would find a way to have him no matter what,
powers of flight notwithstanding.
A truly boyish smile lit Clark's face, and he kissed Lex again, this time
tenderly, lovingly. "I love you." It was so easy to say the words,
so right, and Clark knew they were true, no matter what anyone said or did,
even his parents, even Lex. Dropping down again, he nuzzled Lex's neck,
almost at a loss as to what to do next. He wanted, oh how he wanted, but he
didn't want to hurt his lover, and he was terrified he'd do just that.
"Me too." It was the closest Lex could come to telling Clark
what he felt, at least just then, but the expression in his eyes as he
looked down at the dark head burrowed against him said so much more. He ran
a not quite shaky hand down Clark's back, coming to a stop with his hand on
the younger man's ass, a finger just lying in the hollow at the base of his
spine. "You're going to have to tell me what you want, Clark. I don't
want to push you into anything you're not ready for."
"You - everything - I don't know!" Clark babbled, unsure of how
he was even stringing words together at this point. "Show me, Lex; I
don't want to do anything wrong, so you need to show me. I just want you...
in me." The last was said with desperation as Clark lifted his head,
his eyes frantic with desire and nerves.
Lex couldn't hide the soul-deep shudder of arousal that ripped through
him at those words. "Then that's what you'll get. Whatever you want,
Clark," he vowed recklessly, lowering his head to bite sharply at a
nipple, pretty sure by now that what would hurt anyone else would only feel
good to Clark. He reached over to the nightstand, managing to open the
drawer and remove the squeeze bottle of lubricant without ever losing
contact with Clark.
"You." Clark whimpered the word, his whole body tensing when
Lex bit him. Collapsing to the side, he pulled Lex with him so that he was
staring up into the face that hid so much from the world but showed him
everything. "You're all I want."
"Oh, Clark..." He was so wrong for this Kansas farmboy, this good
man, and Lex knew it. And he knew that he should walk away, call his father
and do whatever it took to get himself redeemed from exile to Smallville,
and leave Clark unsullied by too close association with him. But he was too
much a Luthor--and too much in love for the first time in his life--to give
Clark up. "You have me."
He squirted some of the thick gel into the palm of one hand, rubbing it
between his hands until it had warmed to body temperature, then slowly
reached down. He trailed a single finger over Clark's balls and the
hypersensitive area behind them, then brought it to rest against the tight
ring of muscle, watching Clark's eyes for his reaction.
Taking a deep breath, Clark deliberately made himself relax though his
heart felt as if it was about to pound out of his chest. His gaze held only
trust and love mixed with a good bit of arousal, and he managed a smile,
hoping to reassure Lex.
Oh god, did he have any idea how irresistible he looked? Lex carefully
pushed a single finger into Clark to the first knuckle before pausing to
give him a chance to get accustomed to the sensation of something inside
him. He groaned harshly when Clark tightened around him, almost painfully,
and he imagined that hot grip on his cock. Slowly he pushed the finger
deeper, then began to work it in and out, waiting until Clark rose to meet
each in-thrust to add a second finger.
It didn't hurt, not in the least, though there was a faint burn, like
when he over-exerted even his inhuman limits. Clark moaned, his hips
twisting up to meet Lex's hand, his back bowing off the sheets.
"Please, Lex, more," he begged. "Can't hurt me."
Blinking in surprise, Lex realized that if hitting Clark with a car
didn't hurt him, fucking him certainly wouldn't. If anything, the
preparation was going to be more for Lex himself. Instantly the fingers were
gone, and Lex smiled as Clark made a beautiful pleading sound and tried to
"You're going to like this so much better..." He leaned
over to drag his tongue over a rigid nipple, and at the same time, he pushed
inside Clark, driving to the root in a single, long stroke.
The increased pressure drew a gasp from Clark, but it was Lex in him, Lex
filling him and covering him, and it was better than anything. He spread his
legs wider, wanting to give the older man more room and ran careful hands
over Lex's scalp and shoulders, his arms shaking with restrained strength
The incredibly tight heat wrenched a groan of joy from Lex, and he opened
his eyes, thin rings of color around widely dilated pupils, to stare down at
Clark. "Mine," he rasped, pulling back almost out of Clark only to
drive into him again, the pleasure indescribable.
"Yes, love you. Love you, Lex," Clark chanted, trying to match
his movements to Lex's, but then an inward thrust hit something inside of
him that threatened to blow the top of his head off, and all he could do was
lie there on the sheets, shuddering.
"Nice to know you have a prostate too," Lex managed to chuckle,
avidly watching every reaction. "Nice, huh?" He thrust again,
hitting the gland dead on, and making Clark cry out. God. This was going to
kill him, but what a way to go.
"Nice?" Saying what he was feeling was nice was like
saying the Luthors had a little bit of money. This was so far beyond nice it
was in another galaxy. "Does... feel good for you?" he gasped,
arching up off the bed again, his body tightening down around Lex's cock as
he spasmed, on the edge of orgasm.
"God, yes!" Lex shook as he fought to hold on a little longer,
something that was nearly impossible as Clark's body rippled around him,
driving him higher and higher. "Want you... to come," he panted,
working a hand between them so that he could wrap his fist around Clark's
cock and pump him.
At the first touch of Lex's hand on him, Clark jerked as if he'd touched
a live wire. His fingers dug into the sheets and mattress, leaving rents in
the fabric, and he bucked upward, his climax boiling over and out of him to
wet his stomach and Lex's palm while his ass tightened down on the older
man's erection with each spurt of come, only long ingrained reflexes keeping
his strength at something approaching human.
Finally freed to take his own pleasure, Lex pounded into Clark a few more
times as the teenager's body spasmed around him, and he bit down on Clark's
shoulder to muffle his howl as he came, body jerking in ecstasy.
When he came back to himself, he was sprawled atop Clark, still inside
him, though just barely, and he'd never felt better in his life, despite the
sticky puddle cooling between their bellies. "When I'm resurrected, we
need a good soak in the Jacuzzi."
Clark was sweaty, sticky, and sleepy, and he didn't care if they never
moved again, as long as it allowed him to hold onto Lex like this forever.
"Hot water?" he asked, making a face before snuggling back into
the pillows, holding Lex close.
"Cold shower?" Lex suggested with a smile in response to
Clark's expression. "Later." No more than Clark did he want to
move. He was still having a bit of trouble believing all this was real, so
curling up and falling asleep in Clark's arms was going a long way toward
convincing him. He shifted just enough to come out of his lover, closed his
eyes, took a deep breath of the air redolent of them and sex, and simply lay
Clark closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of warm, sleepy Lex draped
over him. He ran a hand over the older man's back for a time, then opened
his eyes, a question nagging at him.
"Lex?" The murmured answer proved that he was at least somewhat
awake, so Clark continued. "How long have you been thinking about...
Suddenly wide awake, Lex thought franticly, trying to decide how Clark
would react to the truth. Of course, Clark could feel his reactions, as
close as they were at that moment, so lying wasn't going to help him.
"Pretty much from the moment I came back to life with your mouth on
mine," he admitted. "Which isn't to say that I don't like
you too. Becoming your friend was harder for me than wanting you, but you
are my friend, Clark."
"Oh." Clark could feel the thread of tension running through
Lex, and he continued stroking his back. "I didn't - well, maybe I did,
but not consciously. You were my friend, my best friend, but this
afternoon..." He swallowed, suddenly feeling like a peeping tom.
"I heard you, when you went back in your room. When you called my name.
It - it made all the unconscious stuff, conscious."
"You... heard... me." Lex wasn't quite sure how he felt about
that. No privacy, no way to hide... but this was Clark. It was okay. And it
would probably make him a better person, knowing that Clark would know what
he did. "I'm glad... if you are?" He still didn't know if this was
something that Clark would have come to on his own.
"I didn't mean to; it's like the vision; sometimes I can't control
it." Clark's expression crumbled, and he felt sick because now Lex
thought he was spying on him. He shifted a bit and worried his lower lip
between his teeth. "And I'm glad too. I wouldn't have done that, in the
pool, if I didn't want to. You make me feel so much, Lex. It's like it
almost hurts inside, there's so much in me."
"Clark, it's okay." And it really was. "I'm certainly not
going to complain about something that brought us together before I'd gone
mad with the frustration." He settled a bit more comfortably on top of
Clark. "I have no idea what we're going to do about it though, about
your parents. God, your dad is going to kill me." Much to his surprise,
the thought that the Kents would be disappointed in him bothered Lex.
"No, he isn't." Clark's voice was dead firm and full of
resolve. "Nothing's going to happen to you, ever. I'll figure something
out. I'm going to be sixteen soon, so they can't say anything about it being
illegal because of my age. And honestly, how do any of us know what's normal
for me? Maybe where I'm from puberty is at ten and people are married at
"Unfortunately, whether that's true or not, we're still in Kansas,
and here you're a minor." Lex sighed. "Hopefully your parents will
be a little more open-minded than the laws though, or I'm going to be in a
world of trouble." He looked down into the clear green gaze. "I
don't want to lose you, Clark."
Clark's jaw set in a stubborn line. "I'd knock down the jail if they
put you in there, then everyone would know what I am. They don't want
that." He sighed. "They're just trying to protect me. They'll
listen to me - I think. I'll make them."
Lex groaned. Whatever had happened to his nice, uncomplicated life? Oh
yeah, he fell in lust then love with a Kansas teenager who happened to be a
super-powered alien. "I'm warning you right now, I plan to hide behind
you when we tell your parents."
Clark grinned at that. "I'll protect you, I promise. But... what
about your dad? What's he going to think?" Obviously Lex had experience
with men, and from what he knew of Lionel Luthor, the man was very aware of
everything his son and heir did. "He'll find out too, won't he?"
"Eventually, yes. But we'll put that off as long as possible. I
won't lie to you, Clark; he's not going to be happy about this. He's never
liked it that I'm bi, and you, well, Lionel Luthor is not the most
egalitarian man around. I think he might possibly consider Prince William
sufficiently well connected not to be totally dismissed, but I'm not
"But you're the one I want. I love you, Clark." He finally said
the words, calmly and very definitely.
Hearing those words made everything all right, and Clark shivered before
relaxing again, his arms locked tightly around Lex's lower back. "I'll
protect you," he whispered, kissing the corner of Lex's mouth.
"And no one will protect me from you. Thank god." Lex turned
his head so that their mouths met fully, kissing Clark with everything he
felt. "And there's still so much we have ahead of us." He was
really looking forward to feeling Clark inside him; it wasn't something he
often wanted, but with Clark... he shivered.
"What?" Clark's voice was low and rough again, and his eyes
were half-lidded as he smiled up at his lover, Lex's flavor still coating
"Should I blame it on you being a teenager or an alien?" Lex
laughed throatily, shifting against the renewed erection beneath him.
"I was just thinking that you can't really decide if you prefer topping
or bottoming till you've tried both."
"Dunno." Clark shrugged, trying not to blush. "Maybe both?
And you would let... me?" His voice rose to a squeak before lowering
again. "I don't want to hurt you, Lex. I'm scared I would."
"Clark, you're not going to hurt me. You've had plenty of
opportunities up till now, and you've restrained yourself every time. I'm
not afraid of you, and I would really like to feel you deep inside me,
making us both crazy with the pleasure..." His voice trailed off into a
throaty rasp, his own arousal climbing again.
Clark couldn't stop from whimpering at that thought and squirmed, rubbing
against Lex before flipping them both over to bite and lick at the fair skin
of his throat. "I want to, Lex. Want to be in you, to crawl deep in you
and never come out. Just--" Clark paused and looked up, his gaze
serious. "You need to tell me if it hurts. If I did that, it'd kill
"You're not going to hurt me," Lex said with an edge of
exasperation before giving in. "But yes, if something hurts, I'll tell
you." He was shivering as he imagined Clark possessing him, possessing
his body the way he already owned the rest of him, and his legs almost
involuntarily parted and rose to wrap around Clark's waist, drawing him
closer. "Want you."
"Okay." Clark's whisper barely made a sound, and he dragged his
gaze from Lex's face down his body, his hands framing the rigid length of
Lex's cock before trailing over it to stroke his balls, the bare skin silky
soft under his fingertips.
Tactile memory reminded him that he needed something, and he looked
around almost wildly. "Where's the - whatever it was?"
Barely able to think with Clark touching him, it took Lex a moment to
figure out what Clark was asking him. He grabbed for the lube he'd dropped
back onto the nightstand and slapped it into Clark's waiting hand. He was
sure that if he hadn't come so recently, he would have just from the look on
Clark's face and the knowledge of what they were about to do.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Clark leaned in to kiss Lex, his tongue
leisurely exploring the older man's mouth though the tension building in his
body contradicted the pace. "Thanks," he whispered, sitting back
and opening the tube to squirt some of the slick gel into his palm. It was
cool, and he doubted that Lex would like an ice cube up his butt, so he
warmed it between his palms, giggling slightly at the image as he did so.
Eyebrows rising slightly, Lex looked a question at him. "Something
funny?" He watched Clark warming the lube, and he thought about where
it was going, and he got even harder. He shifted restlessly, arching upward
slightly, practically offering himself to the younger man.
"Umm, I'll tell you later." Stifling his giggles, though the
flesh around his eyes was still wrinkled from humor, Clark recalled what
they were in the middle of, and his amusement faded. Recalling what Lex had
done, he stroked one slick hand over Lex's cock while tracing farther back.
When the older man simply groaned and arched his body more, Clark shivered,
and, meeting Lex's gaze, carefully pressed a finger into the tight muscular
Although he was far from a virgin, it had been some time since Lex had
had a male lover and even longer since he'd allowed one to take him, so he
was tight. Very tight. Clark's finger felt huge inside him, and it was both
fulfilling a hunger he'd barely recognized he had and creating a deeper one
for more. "Oh yes," he gasped, knowing he'd have to lead Clark
through this. "Y-you have to stretch me, slowly, first one finger then
two, then move them inside me." He nearly whimpered as he imagined how
it was going to be.
"Slowly, okay." Terrified that he was going to do something
wrong, Clark pressed his finger in infinitesimally slowly though the feel of
Lex's body surrounding him as well as the thought of how it would feel
around his cock had him trembling. "T-tell me when it's okay."
"Not that slowly," Lex nearly growled through gritted
teeth, his entire body tense with anticipation. "More, Clark, need
more." This was Clark touching him, pressing inside him, and his
fantasies hadn't been nearly as good as the reality. He suddenly lurched up,
forcing Clark's finger all the way, and demanded more still.
Green eyes widened in shock, and Clark almost jerked back before
realizing that Lex's moans weren't of pain but of need. Praying that he
didn't come just from watching this, Clark pulled his finger back and,
adding another one, began pressing them in again, this time moving a more
quickly, though probably not fast enough for Lex, judging by his growls.
Lex thought he might come on the spot when Clark's fingertips raked over
his prostate, and he yelled with the pleasure, prompting Clark to do it
again. Shortly Lex Luthor was nothing more than a mewling, squirming mass of
hungry flesh begging to be fucked.
Lex had to be ready now; if he wasn't, both of them were going to come
without even getting close to what they wanted! Grabbing the lube again,
Clark stroked some onto his erection, whimpering as the cool gel slid over
his sensitized flesh. Feeling Lex's legs wind up around his waist, he leaned
in, panting for breath as he pressed the head of his cock against the
entrance to Lex's body.
Oh my god, he was going to fuck Lex Luthor. He was going to be in--he was
in him, all the way, and it was more then he could take. Tears spilled down
over Clark's cheeks, and he caught Lex's hand, bringing it to his lips and
A sharp cry forced its way past his lips when Clark finally slid inside
him, and Lex realized that he'd been waiting for him forever. He felt
Clark's lips on his hand and the dampness of his tears, and he raised a
shaky hand to brush them away. "I'm not worth it, Clark," he
rasped even as his back arched to take Clark deeper inside him. But I'll
try to be, he thought but couldn't say, his body seizing control from
Clark froze before shaking his head wildly. "Yes, you are, you're
everything. Everything." He kissed Lex then, his tongue sweeping into
the other man's mouth, tasting him, craving him, loving him, and all the
while his hips moved, thrusting faster and faster into the warm cradle of
Lex's hips and the tight grip of his ass.
Lex could hear hungry whimpers, and he refused to admit that they might
be coming from him--Luthors don't whimper. Instead he concentrated on the
kiss that was claiming him utterly and the sensations racing through his
body, and he hooked his arms under his knees, pulling them back and opening
himself still more to Clark's possession.
The thought that Lex might need to breathe even if he didn't made Clark
draw back although he kept moving, trying to make Lex feel as good as he had
earlier. It all felt so amazing though, he didn't know if he could hold out.
"Lex, want to feel you - please," he rasped, sliding one hand
between them to stroke his lover's cock, his palm slick with lube and
And that was all it took. Lex Luthor, self-proclaimed jaded libertine,
the man who'd done everything by the time he'd been sixteen, came with a
throat-tearing scream of pleasure when Clark closed his fist around his
cock. His body shook as if fevered, and he cried Clark's name again and
again as the pleasure ripped through him, making him clamp down on the
welcome intruder buried deep inside him.
"Lex..." Driving forward, Clark buried himself in the tightly
clenching body, his own orgasm ripping through him to explode into Lex. For
a moment his vision went haywire and he could see through Lex, through the
bed and down to the first floor of the castle where Lex's staff was
preparing the evening meal.
Not wanting to crush the smaller man, Clark braced himself on shaking
arms, his body still quaking with his pleasure. "Lex, that was.. oh
"Yeah." Lex licked his lips, aftershocks of pleasure still
racing through his body. "I may have to rethink my opinion on the
existence of a deity; I'm pretty sure I just saw his face." He smiled
shakily. How could he tell a fifteen-year-old, who was destined for
greatness and in the throes of his first crush, that he was in love with
him, the forever kind of love? Lex couldn't imagine ever wanting anyone else
again, but he couldn't say that. Instead he raised his head enough to brush
his lips over Clark's and urged the other man to lie down at his side.
The room was dark around them, and Clark could hear the splash of
raindrops against the windows near the bed. Rolling to the side, he curled
up alongside Lex, his arm and leg still lying across Lex's body. "I
love you," he murmured, pressing a kiss against the perfectly formed
ear near his face. "I've never felt this good before, this ...
Lex's eyes closed briefly, then opened again so that he could meet
Clark's gaze. Their bodies were nestled together amidst the tangled sheets,
and it all felt so right. "Please don't ever let me hurt you," he
murmured so softly that nothing human could have heard him. But Clark wasn't
"Lex?" Clark frowned in confusion. "You help me all the
time. You've helped the whole town, why shouldn't I let you..." he
trailed off, perplexed.
Lex shook off the dark mood that had fallen on him and kissed Clark
lightly. "No matter. I think just having you here and having to be able
to meet that oh-so-honest gaze of yours will change a lot of things. No one
who's Clark Kent's friend could ever follow in Lionel Luthor's
footsteps." And while that's going to make things very difficult for
me for a while, I think I'm glad. Lex relaxed fully, curling a little
closer to Clark. "I think you've saved me more often than you know,
Turning Lex onto his side so that he could curl totally around him, Clark
pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his head. "That's me, useful and
Laughing, Lex leaned back against Clark's strength, allowing it to
support him. "Glad to hear it since I'm going to need both when we face
your parents tomorrow. I'm definitely going to be hiding behind you, so I'll
be able to admire the decorative aspects, while enjoying the useful part of
you blocking whatever your father tries to shoot me with." He sighed,
only half-joking. "But you know what? You're worth it."
Clark sighed and shook his head, refusing to think about tomorrow until
tomorrow. "You know what?" he asked, kissing Lex again. "You
Remembering the reactions of some past lovers when they'd seen his
hairless body, Lex snorted softly. Had he not been who he was, those men and
women would have fled, but instead they swallowed their distaste for the
chance to share the Luthor heir's bed... and Lex let them, taking out his
anger on them, and then never saw them again. "You may be the only
person in the world who thinks so, but thank you."
Troubled by Lex's comment, Clark tightened his arms around the smaller
man's body. "Hardly." Maybe the attitude was because of his
father; god knew Lionel Luthor wasn't exactly a loving parent, or maybe it
was because everyone always wanted something from Lex, but Clark was going
to do what he could to prove that he loved Lex for himself and that he'd
keep on loving him.
"It doesn't really matter now, does it?" Lex pointed out
reasonably. "You're the one sharing my bed, and as long as you don't
mind my freakishness, no one else matters." And much to his surprise,
he found himself meaning that. Yet another thing to thank Clark for.
"Freakishness?" Suddenly needing to see Lex's expression, Clark
reached over and flipped on the bedside light before propping himself over
and around his lover. "What are you talking about? Lex, you - you're
everything. Smart, handsome, fair, and sexy." He smiled at the last.
"All I ever wanted in a guy."
"You never wanted a guy," Lex pointed out, but he was smiling.
"And I think you're nuts, but I'm grateful for it. You, now..."
Lex ran an admiring gaze over the younger man.
"Well, in a person then." Clark fought temptation for a moment,
then stuck his tongue out at Lex. "And I'm not nuts; I'm just me."
"I think those are the same thing," Lex laughed before kissing
him quickly. "But that's okay, that's part of your charm.
"Can you see if the staff is back yet? I don't think I'm up to
another kitchen raid, and we're going to need an actual meal sometime
"Sure." Canting his head, Clark looked in the direction of the
kitchen, watching a skeletal form move between the counters and the oven
before blinking, returning his sight back to normal. "Someone's down
there; it looks like they're cooking--or starting to anyway. If we're going
to eat, should we, ummm, clean up or something?"
"I think a shower is definitely in order... and we might even manage
only to clean up." Lex reluctantly sat up away from Clark,
although he did give in to the temptation to run a possessive hand down his
Feeling like he should be purring, Clark sat up as well, though his smile
turned into a grimace at the feel of semen drying on what felt like most of
his body. "A shower sounds good, and something to eat." Lex
flashed him a leer, and Clark gave up trying to fight his blush. "Food,
Laughing, Lex stood up and walked across the room toward the master bath,
comfortable in his nudity. "Yes, definitely some food. You're going to
need your... strength," he tossed over his shoulder.
Deciding Lex looked a little too smug just then, Clark blurred into
motion so that he could greet Lex from the shower when the other man finally
got there. "Yeah, I can see that protecting you is going to keep me
busy," he teased, figuring out the faucets and turning the shower on
before moving back to give Lex room to come in.
Pausing midstep, Lex looked momentarily startled, then carried on with
his customary aplomb. "Protecting me?" he repeated musingly.
"Not quite what I had in mind, but if that's all you're up to..."
He reached for the loofah and expensive body wash made just for him,
mentally counting the seconds as he waited for Clark's response.
Okay, so he couldn't beat Lex in a game of words, but Clark had other,
albeit more childish, ways of responding. "Are you saying you're up for
more?" he asked, before moving to super-speed again, turning the water
on full cold before darting out of the glass enclosure.
"I don't know, Lex. You look a little blue, and shriveled to
me," he giggled.
Suddenly doused in icy water, Lex let out a yowl before scrambling for
the taps and switching the shower back to a more comfortable temperature.
That done and his shivering stopped, he shot a dirty look at the other man.
"Just remember that later on," he threatened.
"Ooo, I'm so scared!" Clark laughed, stepping back into the
shower and ducking his head under the spray then shaking his hair out of his
face, much as he'd done earlier that afternoon by the barn.
Lex sighed. "It's going to be very hard to be properly intimidating
to someone who's superhuman and who knows he can twist me around his little
finger." He started washing Clark for the sheer pleasure of touching
him. "I'll just have to try harder to find ways."
Clark sighed happily and slumped back against the cool tiles, loving the
feel of Lex's hands on him and the spray of the water on his skin.
"Like I'd ever do anything bad to you," he mumbled, turning
obediently when Lex nudged him so that the older man could get his back.
Lex had to smile at that. The one person in Smallville who actually stood
a chance of stopping him from doing anything was the same one who believed
the best of him. And because he was, Lex found himself trying to live up to
that belief. "Thank you," he said suddenly.
Turning his head to look back at Lex, Clark frowned. "For what? I
haven't even had a chance to wash you yet."
"For being you and for believing in me even when you shouldn't. I
like myself better since I met you, Clark."
Clark turned fully around and wrapped his arms around Lex, bringing the
shorter man in closer so that he could hug him. "What's not to
like?" Even as he asked the question, Clark knew that Lex had areas of
himself and his life that he kept secret. But maybe, just maybe, their being
together would help break down the walls or make them unnecessary. "Now
give me the soap."
Eyebrows rising, Lex handed it over with a mock salute. "Let the guy
top once and suddenly he thinks he's in charge," he teased lightly.
"Should I start calling you sir now?"
"Hmmm, I think I like the sound of that..." Clark snickered and
poured some of the spicy smelling liquid into his palm. Taking a careful
sniff, he cocked his head to the side and regarded Lex. "Now I know why
you smell the way you do. I thought it was cologne, but it's the soap."
Lex shrugged. "It was made up specially for me years ago. It's all I
use. Wouldn't want to get dry skin on my scalp," he added
self-mockingly. He liked the idea that Clark was going to smell like him; it
made him feel that much more like the other man was his and marked as such.
Working the silky liquid to a foam between his hands, Clark reached out
and rubbed his fingertips over Lex's head, taking care to keep the lather
out of his eyes. "Mmm, that's why I like the feel of the skin so much
there, then," he murmured, trailing his fingers down the curved dome of
Lex's skull and darting his thumbs behind the curve of his ears.
Lex eyed him rather oddly. "You know, Clark, I can honestly say that
you're the first person I've known who has a kink about my head." He
shook his head slightly, laughing. "You are a very odd man."
Clark shrugged. "Do you mind?" he asked, now working the soap
into the back of Lex's neck and down over his shoulders. Okay, so maybe he
was a little obsessed, but the only thing that would make him stop was if it
made Lex uncomfortable.
"Not at all. I don't I could ever mind anything you did," he
admitted frankly, nearly purring as Clark worked the knots out of his
muscles. "God, you're good at that." He suddenly wished Clark was
older so that he didn't have to take him home the next day to his parents
but could move him into his home and always have him close. But not too many
high school freshmen had live-in lovers. He sighed.
"You're thinking too much," Clark murmured, turning Lex around
so that he could work on the rest of his back, waiting until the water
rinsed the lather from his head to kiss the damp skin there.
"Yes, sir," Lex replied, promising himself just to enjoy this
day with Clark being all his. He could worry about the future tomorrow, if
he had one after they faced Clark's parents. "We should probably think
about getting out of here; my fingers are starting to prune." But he
made not the slightest move to step away from Clark.
"In a minute, I'm not done yet." Wrapping an arm around Lex's
waist, Clark used his other hand to soap his lover's chest, his hand dipping
lower and lower with each sweep before finally skittering away from Lex's
groin as he finally released Lex. "There, all clean now."
Lex groaned. "And more interested in you again than food!" He
made himself step away from the strong body behind him and turn the water
off, then reached for one of the fluffy towels. "We'd better get
dressed quickly, or we may never get dinner tonight."
Unable to resist pouting, Clark dried himself off, stealing peeks at Lex
doing the same thing the whole while. "Or dinner might just turn out to
be breakfast," he commented, before straightening and walking into the
bedroom. "Umm, Lex. I don't have any clothes in here."
Looking almost sheepish, Lex pointed at a door on the far side of the
room. "That's a connecting door to the room I gave you earlier."
He turned to his closet, busying himself with finding an outfit so he
wouldn't have to meet the oddly knowing green gaze.
Clark arched his eyebrows, his expression very reminiscent of Lex's when
the other man didn't quite believe something. "Connecting rooms? And
here I thought you were trying to be noble," he murmured before darting
through the door and pulling on his clothes, his jeans and shirt feeling odd
after several hours of wearing nothing more than a robe.
"I was. That's why I didn't tell you about it," Lex
muttered as he pulled on a fresh pair of silk boxers and stepped into a pair
of black pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt, also black, of course.
"Ready to go downstairs?" he called, raising his voice,
momentarily forgetting Clark's hearing.
"After this." Clark was smiling as he walked closer and gave
Lex a long, thorough kiss. "Thank you."
Eagerly returning the kiss, Lex was panting by the time Clark let him
breathe again. "You're welcome... but for what?" His arms around
Clark's waist, he was perfectly content to stand there forever.
Clark frowned, thinking it should be obvious. "For being
Lex's eyebrows shot up, and he couldn't have looked more poleaxed if one
of the various mutants populating Chloe's Wall of Weird walked in. "You
clearly need nourishment. Come on." He caught one of Clark's hands in
his as he tugged him toward the door, and as they walked downstairs, for the
first time in his life, Lex Luthor held hands with a lover.
Twining his fingers with Lex's, Clark kept his attention on the older man
as they walked back down the stairs, this time turning toward the dining
room. "Why won't you believe it?" he asked, offering a silent
prayer that they didn't eat in the huge formal room because he just knew
he'd break something.
"Because I'm Lex Luthor," Lex said, as if that explained it
all, and to him it did. But maybe, just maybe, with Clark he really could be
something better... and actually want to be. He led Clark into the dining
room where his staff, seemingly psychic as all good servants are, had set
the head of the table with two places, intimately close together.
Deciding that pushing the topic more might lead to a fight, Clark settled
for the lesser evil of contemplating the rows of silverware next to the
china plates. "Lex," he muttered, "why do we need five forks
"So that when I break one trying to stab you with it, there will be
still be enough to get through the meal," Lex replied blithely, feeling
high on life.
"Clark, it's just you and me here. Use whatever damn fork you want
to or none at all. I'm not going to care."
"Well, I will," Clark grumped, before lightening up and giving
Lex a gentle poke in the side with his free hand. "And your fork is not
what I want you stabbing me with."
"First food then play... I don't want either of us passing out and
missing the good part because we're undernourished." Lex pressed a kiss
to the hand he held, then released it to slide into his seat. Realizing how
thirsty he was, he drained the glass of water at his place in long swallows,
then pressed the discreet buzzer built into the head of the table to request
Clark sighed, pretending to be annoyed when in all reality, he was
hungry. Taking a drink from his own glass, he almost jumped out of his skin
when the maid appeared by his elbow to refill it. "How do they do
that?" he hissed, once Lex's glass was full and the woman was gone.
Laughing at his expression, Lex took the mystery out of it by explaining
about the buzzer. "Instant gratification, Clark. It works well."
He picked up one of the lush strawberries from the dish in the center of the
table and offered it to Clark.
"Sneak," Clark muttered before taking the strawberry and biting
into it, belatedly thinking that it might have been more adult to have
simply eaten it from Lex's fingers.
Lex watched the sharp white teeth bite into the juicy berry, and he felt
his cock jump as he imagined those teeth on him, marking him. He moaned
faintly and grabbed his water again. It apparently was going to take a
miracle for them not to end up on top of the table before the meal was over.
Seeing Lex squirm slightly had Clark making the same move. "Maybe
this would be safer if we were at opposite ends of the table."
"Probably, but it wouldn't be nearly as much fun. I'm not going to
get to have you all to myself very often, so I'm not giving up one moment of
this." He reached over and took one of Clark's hands into his own for a
moment before letting go again.
"Okay..." Clark said warily, feeling the lingering warmth where
Lex's hand had touched his and trying to cool it by taking a drink.
"But if you want to eat, you have to stop looking at me like,
like..." The maid returned, this time carrying what Clark thought was a
soup tureen. "... like sex!" he hissed, leaning closer to Lex so
that she wouldn't hear.
Lex glanced from Clark to the maid, and his expression instantly smoothed
to the utter blankness he gave to most of the world. He gave Clark a polite,
meaningless smile as he picked up his spoon, skimmed it through the
gazpacho, and brought it to his lips.
So. Well, that rather answered some questions Lex hadn't known how to
ask. Clark was embarrassed by this. Not surprising, he supposed, and he
should be glad for the sake of his own freedom that Clark seemed to want to
keep this secret, but... he wasn't.
Frowning, not sure what had caused the sudden change in Lex's demeanor,
Clark shifted in the hair, ignoring the soup--cold soup, what was with
that?--in front of him. "I'm sorry. I did something, didn't I?" he
asked, after a long silence.
"Of course not," Lex instantly replied, though the warm,
intimate tone was missing. "You're perfectly within your rights not to
want anyone to know about... us." What the hell am I doing, telling
him what's bothering me? Never show a weakness! Lex's mind screamed at
him, sounding remarkably like his father.
"Huh?" Clark was really lost now. "Not want anyone to...
Where'd you get that idea? I love you, Lex; I don't want to have to hide
that away like I do so many other things!"
Lex frowned. Had he misunderstood? "When Amanda brought the soup in,
you asked me not to look at you, and you whispered it so she wouldn't hear
you. How else was I supposed to interpret that?"
"No!" Ignoring the fact that the chair he was sitting in was
probably some expensive antique, Clark toppled it over as he moved to Lex's
side, catching the other man's hand between his and holding on tightly.
"I didn't mean that I cared if she knew. I just meant that seeing you
look at me like that made me just want to go back upstairs, and... and I was
too chicken to say it out loud in front of her."
Desperate to get Lex to believe him, Clark found the buzzer, pressed it,
and caught Lex's face between his hands, pulling him in for a hungry,
Relieved and instantly aroused by Clark's hands on him and the kiss, Lex
simply gave himself up to the sensations, rising out of his seat so that he
could press his full length to Clark's. He moaned as he felt a matching
erection press into his belly, and suddenly their privacy, or lack of it,
was the farthest thing from his mind.
Not even caring that the maid was in the room, though he hadn't missed
her entrance or her discreet cough, Clark continued kissing Lex, his hands
roaming everywhere he could reach, keeping himself in check so as not to
destroy Lex's clothes when all he wanted was them off. "Sorry, so
sorry," he gasped, between kisses. "Love you, all that
"No, 'sallright," Lex slurred, pressing impossibly closer.
"I shouldn't assume the worst, not with you, never with you." He
finally registered the maid's presence and asked her for more water, the
first thing he could think of to get rid of her.
"Oh, Clark, what are we going to do?" He was sure, almost sure,
that the intensity between would die down and level off to a more normal
plane as they grew used to each other--unless it was something to do with
Clark's alien biochemistry--but in the meantime, it was going to kill him to
take Clark back to his parents' farm the next day.
"Love each other?" Clark suggested tentatively. "And eat
fast so that we can curl up together upstairs?" Even if his folks were
cool with the whole 'oh by the way, Mom and Dad, I'm gay, and I'm in love
with Lex,' thing, he knew there was no way they were going to condone
sleepovers at the Luthor castle any time in the foreseeable future.
"Sounds like a plan." Lex nodded and sat back down, reminding
himself of his vow just to enjoy this time without worrying about the future
yet. "Eat up; the salad will be along soon."
Hating to let go of Lex, Clark forced himself to do just that and, after
setting the chair upright again, sat and picked up a spoon. "Umm, Lex?
Is this soup supposed to look like really runny salsa?"
He was not going to laugh! Praying that his voice wouldn't tremble
and betray his amusement, Lex suggested, "Why don't you try it? It's
not to everyone's taste, so you may not like it, but I find it very
refreshing in the hot weather."
"If you say so..." Looking doubtfully at the red soup, Clark
dipped up a spoonful and took a tentative taste, appearing for all the world
to be trying some new and horrible-tasting medicine. "It's...
different," he offered, gamely trying another spoonful and deciding
that maybe it wasn't so bad after all.
Now grinning, Lex just shook his head. "You don't have to eat it if
you don't like it, you know. I don't insist that you clean your plate."
He spared a thought to hope that his chef had stuck to relatively plain fare
that night. He really didn't think Clark would be impressed by a salad with
five different kinds of lettuce, none of which he recognized.
"I like it; it just took a little getting used to." Clark's
coloring deepened. "Like other things." He hastily ate the rest of
his soup before the maid cleared the bowl away and set a salad in front of
him. "Is this our produce or are you cheating on me?" he asked,
With relief, Lex saw that it was, in fact, local produce, and he vowed to
double the chef's salary the very next day. "Would I eat anything but
the very best? Of course it's yours. I love eating what you produce,"
he added with a straight face.
"Which is the very best," Clark managed to get out before he
looked away, knowing if this kept up, he was going to be under the table -
though that wasn't a bad idea if and when he got the nerve.
Lex laughed and behaved himself for the rest of the meal, keeping his
hands to himself until they got up from the table after the final course.
"Do you want to go the study for coffee and dessert or have it
upstairs?" he asked. Either way was fine by Lex: Clark in his study,
naked on the fine leather of his sofa, or Clark again in his bed, smeared
with chocolate so Lex could lick him clean.
"Upstairs," Clark replied eagerly. The meal had been good, he
was sure of it, but honestly, he couldn't remember just what he'd eaten, nor
did he care.
"I think I've created a monster." But Lex didn't sound at all
reluctant. In fact the speed with which he drew Clark upstairs might have
made an observer wonder which one of them had the super speed and strength.
"Mmmm, much better," he sighed once they were back in his
bedroom, which he was already thinking of as theirs.
"Like you're any better," Clark muttered as he busily divested
them both of their clothes. "After all that, you still looked at me
like sex the whole meal! I'm fifteen; I'm supposed to be obsessed. You're
supposed to be an adult!"
"Please don't remind me," Lex replied in a pained tone.
"Not that I have any objection to the whole obsession thing; I'm rather
enjoying that. But I'd really rather not think too much about our relative
ages, if you don't mind. Prison orange doesn't suit me at all."
"I bet you'd make them change the coveralls to purple," Clark
teased, scooping Lex into his arms and darting for the bed where he settled
them both into the sheets - clean sheets, oh god, someone had come in here
and changed the sheets!
"Well, maybe." Lex flashed a grin. "But I'd rather stay
here and enjoy you than defend my nonexistent honor from somebody named
Bubba." He rolled on top of Clark and propped his chin on his wrists as
he watched him with pleasure, enjoying just being able to do this now.
"Anything else you'd like to try tonight?"
"What else is there?" Clark's eyes widened as he asked the
question. Blow jobs, got that, he'd taken Lex and been taken... he shivered
a bit at the memory. What else was there without resorting to the weird
stuff he'd caught glimpses of in the magazines he wasn't supposed to look
"To quote an old TV show, infinite diversity in infinite
combinations," Lex chuckled. "So very many ways for two bodies to
come together, Clark, and that's without any of the kinky stuff you're
probably thinking of," he added. "Riding your lover is a lot of
fun, and it gives both of you a lot more access to each other... and there's
just plain being together and enjoying each other." The latter seemed
to be exclusive to Clark, at least in Lex's experience, but it was
"I like the sound of that, being together." Yes, he was still
aroused, but Clark just wanted to hold and be held, touching Lex, imprinting
on him like one of those goslings in that movie Pete's mom had taken them to
see a few years ago. "What do you like best?"
"You." That was the easiest and most terrifying question Lex
had ever been asked in his life.
"Me? That's not what I meant - Oh..." Clark fell silent before
leaning over and kissing Lex, one hand stroking over his bare chest, the
other supporting them both. "That's cool."
"Then what did you mean?" Lex surprised himself with his
willingness to tell Clark whatever he wanted to know, and he thought that he
was going to have to get over being surprised by his reactions to his lover.
A perpetual state of surprise simply looked half-witted.
Oh damn, maybe he should have just agreed with Lex's answer. "I
meant... in bed. What do you like?" Clark managed to keep his chin up
and his eyes locked with Lex's. "Hey, recent virgin here, I'm open to
just about anything."
Remembering just how open Clark had been sent a shudder of lust down
Lex's spine. "I like having my partner ride me while I'm flat on my
back. It lets me touch so much and go so deep..." His voice trailed
off, hoarse and hungry, and the silver-blue eyes fixed on Clark like lasers.
"Okay." The low rasp of Clark's voice added volumes to his
simple reply, and he let go of Lex so the other man could recline back on
the bed. "Ready when you are," he added, giving a small smile.
Eyes widening, Lex slowly sank back against the pillows while staring at
Clark. "You're amazing," he breathed, one hand stroking along
Clark's abdomen and thigh before reaching for the bottle of lubricant once
again. "C'mere, I need to get you ready," he started then
remembered that he didn't really, then decided that he enjoyed it, so what
Wondering if he should be worried about his blind desire to do whatever
Lex wanted him to, Clark shook his head, deciding he didn't care, not then
anyway. Crawling over so that he was straddling Lex, he sat up, resting his
hands on Lex's chest, his skin dark against the fairness. "Here?"
he asked, tilting his head so that he could meet Lex's gaze.
Lex stared at the gorgeous body straddling him, and he knew he was lost.
"I love you," he said in a strangled tone, repeating words that
he'd spoken for the first time earlier that very day, now meaning them even
more profoundly. This teenaged farmboy/super-powered alien meant more to him
than anything else.
With trembling hands he squeezed some of the lubricant onto his fingers,
rubbing them together to warm it, then reached for Clark. His fingers glided
easily over the taut opening, then pushed inside, slicking him while Lex's
body screamed for more.
Back arching, head tipped back, Clark smiled almost beatifically.
"Love you too," he whispered, unable to stop the rocking motion of
his body as Lex slid his fingers in and out of him. "Please, Lex. I
need you so bad..." he moaned, closing his eyes and whimpering as a
third finger was added, but it still wasn't enough.
Equally needy, Lex stopped tormenting them both and shifted his hands to
Clark's hips, urging him up and back until he was hovering over Lex's
erection. "Reach back and take me in your hand; hold me upright so that
you can slide down onto me," he directed huskily. "You control how
much and how fast."
How much? How fast? How about all of it, now. Not quite able to say that
out loud, Clark nodded and did as Lex instructed. His erection was hot and
heavy against Clark's palm, and he licked his lower lip as his mouth went
dry. Lex's hands were moving on his sides and legs, gentling him, but Clark
didn't want gentle. Opening his eyes, which had slipped closed some time
before, Clark met Lex's burning gaze and lowered himself in one smooth move,
taking Lex into him to the root.
Lex let out a strangled scream at the tight fever-heat suddenly
surrounding his cock, and he drove upward in an aborted thrust. His fingers
closed on Clark's hips hard enough to have bruised anything human, then he
sank back down to the bed, panting heavily. "Dear god, Clark.... so
"Yes, you are," Clark answered in between gasps for breath.
This was different, deeper, and Lex felt bigger in him, but it felt so good.
Rolling his hips, he experimented, trying to find the moves that made them
both feel the best.
"We are," Lex corrected with his final coherent thought
before he gave himself up to the overwhelming pleasure he felt with this
teenager, body arching up to meet each of Clark's downward glides, both of
them gasping with the sensations.
Murmuring his agreement though he was in that place where he had no idea
what he was agreeing to, Clark continued to move, undulating his hips to
meet each of Lex's thrusts, his own erection slapping against his stomach
with each jerk of his body.
Lex reached for his lover, hand encircling the swollen cock and pumping
it rapidly, wanting to give Clark as much pleasure as he was giving him.
"So gorgeous," he murmured, watching him through heavy-lidded
eyes. "Want to watch you come while I come inside you..."
Clark's whole body clenched, and he bucked upward into Lex's grip, then
down onto his cock. Each stroke rubbed the head of Lex's cock over his
prostate, and when Lex rubbed the edge of his thumb just under the head of
his erection, sparks blossomed in front of Clark's eyes.
"Please, yes, Lex..." he chanted, resting his hands on his
lover's chest and moving faster and faster until he was coming, howling
Lex's name, the pulses of his come splattering Lex's chest just as he felt
the first spurts deep inside him.
Lex cried out Clark's name as he came as well, shuddering through the
bursts of ecstasy and rippling clasp of Clark's body. As he panted beneath
the younger man, his arms wrapped around Clark and drew him down to sprawl
in satiated bliss atop Lex. Nearly boneless with post-coital lethargy, he
still stroked the muscular body, needing to touch Clark to know that it was
"Nobody's going to come in and change the sheets under us if we
don't move, are they?" Clark asked plaintively in between nuzzling and
licking Lex's neck, enjoying the taste of his sweat.
Taken aback, Lex looked baffled as he peered down at Clark. "Uh no,
we don't normally yank bedding out from under people, Clark." Shaking
his head and dismissing the odd comment, he simply luxuriated in the loving
touches. "Mmmm, don't ever stop."
"Good, then I won't." Relaxing now that the thought of hoards
of servants racing in to get rid of the sticky sheets was banished from his
brain, Clark continued tasting Lex's neck and ear, the movements getting
slower and more languorous as sleep crept up on him.
"Mmm, love you, Lex," he sighed, shifting just enough so that
his weight was mostly on the mattress and not Lex but that they were still
touching the entire length of their bodies.
"Love you too," Lex murmured, slowly being soothed into sleep,
so that he never knew when he dozed off, contentedly nestled against his
Eyeing his watch, Lex watched Clark stall as he packed up his few things.
"Come on, Clark. If we're late getting you back, your parents will get
there before us, and then we'll really start off on the wrong foot."
"I know, I just..." Clark sighed and twisted his bathing suit
in his hands, stopping when he heard the sound of fabric beginning to give.
Lex had woken him up that morning with a killer blowjob, one he'd been all
too glad to return once he'd gotten his brains back in place. After
breakfast in bed, they'd tried out some more of Lex's favorite things before
showering in preparation.
"Are you sure you want to be there for this?" he asked, letting
go of his swimsuit with one hand and latching onto Lex's. "I can talk
to them first if you want."
Lex used the hand to pull Clark closer so he could kiss him. Once Clark
was silenced, he said, "No way. We're in this together, Clark. I'm not
going to let you face them without me. Besides," he added, trying to
lighten the atmosphere, "it's bad enough your parents are going to have
to deal with me seducing their tender, young lamb, I don't want your dad to
think I'm too much of a coward to face him too."
"Hey, who kissed who first here?" Clark asked, eyeing Lex
sardonically. "It wasn't you as I recall, and that's the truth."
They walked out of the bedroom together and down the hallway to the stairs
and the front door. "So, does this mean you're going to help me finish
my chores before they get home?"
Lex just looked at him. "Clark, do you honestly believe that I have
the faintest idea how to do any of your 'chores'? I'll keep you company
while you do whatever it is that you have to do. Hmmmm, watching you get hot
and sweaty could become one of my new favorite things," he mock-leered.
"Do you really want my parents to get home to find us in the middle
of what would happen if you did that?" Clark asked, grinning before
kissing the side of Lex's head. "And I'd be glad to teach you if you
want." Yeah, like that would happen. Of course, the thought of Lex in
dusty jeans and a dirty flannel shirt was hysterical and threatened to send
Clark into a fit of laughter.
Having a pretty good idea of what the teenager was snickering at, Lex
simply looked down his nose and headed for the door, knowing that Clark
would follow. "I'll supervise... and keep my hands to myself." He
really had no desire to learn how to pitch hay or whatever it was Clark and
his father did.
Clark shook his head, but couldn't resist one last little dig before they
got into the Ferrari that had been pulled up outside the castle. "Don't
you have to know what the people under you are doing to supervise
"A good manager doesn't need all the little details, merely to
ensure that the workers are productive," Lex replied airily, choosing
not to mention that he'd fire on the spot any manager who couldn't also do
the job in a pinch. "Are you going to try to tell me that you don't
know exactly what you need to do?"
Clark slid into the car, buckling the seat belt as he settled himself
against the soft leather. "Are you trying to tell me that you'd know if
I didn't do something that needed to be done?"
Giving in, Lex laughed. "Nope, I wouldn't have a clue. I'll have to
rely on your honesty... or I can sit back on the porch, drinking your
mother's lemonade, while you do the work alone?"
"I'm honest." Clark couldn't help shifting in the seat,
thinking of Lex in the barn with him or, better yet, up in his loft, on the
couch, shirt undone... Okay... he really needed to think of something else,
or walking was going to be painful. "There's not that much to do, just
checking the irrigation system, haying the cows and watering Mom's garden.
Shouldn't take more than a half hour." That he'd be doing all those at
super-speed went without saying, no way he'd get everything done if not for
it. "Then we can have that lemonade."
"Sounds good." Lex looked amused as he added, "I honestly
don't think I've ever sat around waiting to be vetted by someone's parents
before." He shook his head slightly. "Leave it to me to save it
all up for the most important time in my life."
Clark reached over and squeezed Lex's hand. "Don't worry. Mom likes
you, and Dad will come around. He's already starting to, I think." Of
course that was before Clark had to tell him that Lionel Luthor's son was
his boyfriend... No, he was going to think positive about all this. "I
mean, what are they going to do? Lock me in my room? It won't do much
Lex darted a glance at him before looking back at the road. "Kinda
hard to lock you up, I guess. Hopefully it won't come to that. I'd really
rather have your parents at least accept this if not favor it. I don't want
to cause problems in your family, Clark."
"It'll be fine, Lex. I know it." Raising Lex's hand off the
gearshift, Clark pressed it to his lips. "This is right; you're right
for me, they'll see."
Lex thought Clark was being overly optimistic, but since there was
nothing they could do about it either way, he let it go. He pulled up in
front of the Kent home and got out. "Need any help bringing your stuff
Clark held up his swimsuit after he'd climbed out of the car and
snickered. "I dunno; do you think I can carry this by myself?"
Climbing the stairs, he unlocked the front door and held it open. "Want
something cold to drink while you watch me get all hot and sweaty?"
"Mmmm, since I won't be able to do anything about it, yes, I'd
better have something to cool down." Lex followed him inside and headed
into the kitchen to wait, knowing that if he set foot in Clark's bedroom,
the Kents would have way too much information about their relationship
before they ever had a chance to discuss it.
"Could always turn the hose on you," Clark offered cheerfully,
bounding up the stairs to put his bathing suit in his room, then speeding
back down to pour Lex his drink. "Or you can sit in the shade and
relax; I won't be long, and you don't need to get sunburned."
Ignoring the first suggestion with the disdain it deserved, Lex shrugged.
"If it'll be easier for you, I can wait here, but I'd rather be with
you even if all I can do is watch you... at whatever speed you're
moving." He had a feeling that Clark might still be leery of showing
him how different he was, and he wanted to make it clear that he didn't
care, that he accepted Clark exactly the way he was.
"If you're sure..." Lex's nod convinced Clark, and he shrugged,
trying to appear as if it didn't matter one way or the other. "Okay,
barn first to get the hay, then out to check on the field. You ever ridden
on a tractor before?"
"No, I can't say that I have. This weekend seems to be full of
firsts." Indifferent to what damage might be done to his expensive
clothes and loafers, Lex followed Clark, actually looking forward to
watching Clark sling bales of hay.
"Now why doesn't that surprise me?" Clark snickered before
leaning in and kissing Lex, then taking him by the arm to lead him to the
A half an hour later, he shut off the tractor and grinned back at a
decidedly hay-strewn and somewhat sweaty Lex Luthor. "Have fun?"
he asked, not differentiating between the ride and the fact that Clark had
dropped a handful of hay down Lex's shirt while feeding the cows.
Lex scratched again at his chest, giving his lover a dirty look.
"You, Clark Kent, can be a total brat at times... and if we had time,
I'd make you wash every bit of this off me." He grinned wickedly at the
disappointed expression that flashed across Clark's face. "But yes, I
did. Not exactly my usual thing but I enjoyed being with you. You love it
here, don't you?" Lex wasn't sure what that was going to mean for them.
Clark frowned. "Well, yeah. It's my home." Why wouldn't he love
it here? But then, the farm wasn't the Luthor penthouse in Metropolis or a
huge, empty castle, so maybe there was a difference, not that Clark would
mind being in either of those places if Lex was there.
"And I'm glad you enjoyed it. Next time you can help." Lex's
mouth opened to disagree, but Clark cocked his head, hearing the sound of a
familiar truck engine several miles away. "My folks are back," he
said, fighting the clench of nerves in his stomach. "Want to wait out
here or go in the house?"
Lex really wanted to run away and take Clark with him, but that wasn't an
option. "Inside," he decided. "This isn't going to be a short
conversation, and we might as well be as comfortable as possible. It's not
like they'll be surprised to see me, considering my car is parked out
"Yeah, they do tend to notice it when it's here." Clark bit his
lower lip before smiling at Lex. "Hang on, we need to get the tractor
into the barn, then we can go inside." He shifted the balky piece of
machinery into gear and drove them into the barn, stopping and turning off
the engine before turning to Lex and kissing him. "I love you.
Nothing's going to change that, I swear."
Lex nodded sharply, more nervous about this meeting than he'd ever been
about ones on which millions of dollars were riding. "Let's hope your
parents can agree with that too." He took Clark's hand as they walked
inside to wait for the elder Kents in the kitchen.
Jonathan gave the red Ferrari a dirty look as he lifted his and Martha's
overnight bag from the truck. "I suppose I should have expected him to
show up while we were away." Seeing his wife's expression, he added
defensively, "I know he's not his father, but he is a Luthor,
Martha. He could be dangerous to Clark."
"All he's done so far is to be Clark's friend, Jonathan,"
Martha answered, placing her hand on her husband's arm and giving it a
gentle squeeze. "I know you don't like the family, and I know we have
to be careful, but we can't shield him from everything... as much as we want
to," she added in a quieter tone as they walked up the steps.
"Mom! Dad! How was the trip?" Clark asked, stepping forward to
give both his parents a hug. Inside he was shaking and he felt sick, like
when he was around the meteor rocks. How the hell was he going to bring this
"It was good, although the food was nowhere near as good as your
mother makes," Jonathan replied, returning Clark's hug once he'd put
the bag down. "Lex." He nodded acknowledgement to the young man
who'd stood up when they entered the kitchen.
"Mr. Kent, Mrs. Kent." Lex felt incredibly awkward, something
very out of character for him, but this mattered. Not knowing what else to
say, he subsided into silence, wondering how they were ever going to get
"Hello, Lex," Martha smiled before motioning for him to sit
again. "How was your weekend, dear?" she asked, smiling at Clark.
He seemed very tense, but she wasn't sure why. Please, god, don't say
another strange mutant appeared while they were gone.
"Good, really good." Clark darted a look back at Lex. "We
had some rain yesterday, but nothing swamped in the fields. I..." He
paused, taking a deep breath. "Mom, Dad, there's something I - we need
to talk about."
Lex had to lace his hands tightly together to keep himself from reaching
out to Clark, and he watched the Kents warily. So much was riding on this;
because of Clark's age, they could keep them apart if he and Clark couldn't
convince them that this was right for him.
Jonathan's eyes narrowed when he saw the glance his son shot at Lex, and
he sat down, never looking away. "Has something happened, Clark?"
"No - yes - yeah." Clark uttered the last with finality.
"Remember how when I was mooning around over Lana, you told me the
perfect person was out there for me, I just hadn't found them yet?"
"That's right, and we still believe it," Martha answered. She
glanced at Lex and felt her stomach twist.
"Well, I did." Knowing this was it, once he took this step,
everything would change, Clark reached over and took Lex's hand.
Praying that this wasn't going to be the last thing he did in this life,
Lex curled his fingers around Clark's, meeting the Kents' gazes nervously
Hands clenching on the edge of the table, Jonathan glared at the clasped
hands. "What are you saying, Clark? Who?" He was still hoping for
a last minute reprieve that would mean that his son, his wonderful,
otherworldly, special son, didn't have a crush on Lex Luthor.
Martha placed her hand on Jonathan's arm, knowing she couldn't stop him
if he went after Lex, but hoping that she could be a calming influence
before things were done and said that left permanent scars on all of them.
Clark's expression crumbled, but he continued on, refusing to stop now.
"I love, Lex, Dad, and he loves me. I know it's not what you want for
me, but I can't help it. I..." He looked down at Lex, then at their
linked hands. "I just do. He didn't seduce me or force me, and he
didn't make me gay. I just... I love him."
Lex winced slightly when Clark mentioned seducing, having hoped not to
have to deal with the sex part just yet, but he should have known better.
Clark simply couldn't keep secrets from the people he cared about. "And
I love Clark too," he spoke up for the first time, knowing that it was
only going to infuriate Jonathan Kent more but needing to make it clear. Too
bad the Kents had no way of knowing that he'd never used those words before.
"Of course you do," Jonathan snapped, anger dripping from every
word. "Twenty-something millionaires with lurid pasts are well-known
for falling in love with inexperienced small town boys. Happens all the
time. No one would ever suspect you of using him!"
"Jonathan!" Martha gasped. This couldn't be happening. Her baby,
no, Clark wasn't a baby, but he was hers even if he hadn't been born of her
body. He was too young for this, and... gay? But only last month he'd been
following Lana around like a lost puppy.
"He's not using me!" Clark took a step forward, as if to shield
Lex from his father's anger. "He didn't want to; he tried not to. I did
it, Dad, not Lex. Don't blame him for something I did, please." He
stood where he was, a formidable wall of muscle braced against his father's
anger, but inside, he wanted to cry and curl up, though if it was with Lex
or his parents, he wasn't sure.
Hearing Clark's pain, Lex had to go to him, no matter what his parents
thought. It wasn't even a conscious decision; one moment he was sitting at
the table, the next he was standing behind Clark, arms wrapped firmly around
him, glaring angrily at Jonathan Kent, practically daring him to hurt Clark
Jonathan saw Lex's instinctive reaction and the look on his face, and the
ball of rage inside him loosened slightly. He still wasn't happy about this
situation and would have preferred almost anyone else for Clark, but he
couldn't deny the depth of feeling revealed by Lex's actions. He really did
care about Clark.
"Sit down, boys," he sighed, sinking back into his chair.
"I think we have a lot to discuss... including just what went on in the
few hours your mother and I have been away, Clark."
Needing something to do, Martha got up and poured them all glasses of
lemonade, though both Lex and Jonathan looked as if they needed something
stronger, and she thought she might as well.
Relaxing slightly at his father's words, though in all reality he'd done
so when Lex pressed against his back, Clark sat next to Lex, keeping a firm
hold on his hand. "We love each other," he said quietly. "I
don't know what else you want me to say. I know there's the age thing and
the money thing and the two guys thing, but it - it doesn't matter. You
always told me to follow my heart, and this is where it wants to be."
He looked over at Lex, love evident in his gaze.
Lex started to lean toward him to kiss him when he remembered Clark's
parents were in the room and straightened up with an audible snap. Instead
he raised their intertwined fingers to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to
the back of Clark's hand. He smiled slightly, the special smile that was
Clark's alone, and murmured, "I love you."
Watching them, Jonathan sighed. Much as he hated the whole situation, he
could see that they really did appear to be in love. They were going to have
to put some rules in place, but he remembered when he'd been a teenager and
not even with the goad of loving a specific person. Besides, the barn door
was open and that particular horse well and truly fled; trying to treat
Clark like an innocent virgin who had to be protected would only add more
unnecessary tension to this whole insane situation.
"So what do you think happens now?"
Lex frowned slightly, darting a glance at Clark's father, then back to
Clark. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "In large part, that's
going to depend on you and on what Clark wants."
Jonathan nodded. "Clark?" He reached for Martha's hand, needing
her support, and the fact that Clark had done the same with Lex didn't go
Clark slumped in his chair before in-grained manners had him
straightening up again. "I want to be with Lex, and I want you to be
okay with it," he finally answered. "I know you don't like it, but
just give it a chance, please? I'm not stupid; I think I'd know if someone
was using me."
"Clark, we never said we thought you were stupid." Martha
placed her free hand on top of her husband's, wanting to stand and hug their
son but for the first time not sure how he would react. As for Lex using
Clark... she wanted to believe the best, and she'd try to, but if Lex Luthor
hurt her boy, all the money in the world wouldn't be enough to save him from
Lex could see the warning edge in Martha's gaze, and he nodded
acceptance. It would be pointless to say, since neither parent would believe
it just then, but if he did somehow hurt Clark, anything they could do to
him in retaliation would be welcome. He gripped Clark's hand more tightly,
like a lifeline, and he admitted to himself how afraid he was. Not of going
to jail, he was pretty sure that he could get himself out of that with
enough money and blackmail if it came to it, but of the Kents making Clark
choose and him losing.
Watching the two young men--and he had to accept that Clark was a man
now, regardless of what the calendar or the law said--Jonathan saw the flash
of fear in Lex's eyes, and the tight knot of his own protective, paternal
fear loosened just a little more.
"So how do you plan to handle this?" he asked, reluctant
acceptance clear in both words and tone.
Lex slumped in his chair, so relieved that for a moment he couldn't
speak. For a second Clark thought his dad was talking about sex, and he
blushed a furious shade of red before realizing he'd been wrong, thank god.
"One day at a time, like we've been handling everything else?" he
asked hopefully. "Lex knows - everything," he added quietly.
"Everything?" Martha couldn't stop her gasp of shock. Seeing how
Clark and Lex were interacting helped ease her worry some, but this... He
could hurt her son in so many ways. "Clark, why..." "Mom, I
had to." Clark's expression was miserable. "I'm tired of lying to
everyone all the time. Lex is smart; he'd have figured it out on his own
eventually, and then maybe he'd think I lied about other stuff."
"Not really. You're a terrible liar, Clark," Lex teased
lightly, trying to lighten the mood. "But he's right about one thing, I
would have figured it out. I already had suspicions about some of it as well
as the occasional scrap of proof, but not enough to really know
everything." He relaxed into his chair, almost at ease, at least for
the moment. "Now that I know the whole story, it'll be easier to head
off pushy reporters and dirty cops."
Jonathan winced at the reminder of Phelan, but he had to admit that Lex
Luthor on their side could have made things a lot easier. Within reason.
"Define heading off," he demanded suspiciously.
Lex's lips quirked in a smile entirely devoid of humor. "Nonfatal.
But that's all I'm willing to guarantee where Clark's safety is
"Geeze, it's not like anybody wants to dissect me or anything,"
Clark sighed, though even as he spoke, he wasn't sure he believed that.
There were some sick people out there, even without the meteor rocks.
Martha sat quietly, studying Lex. Giving Jonathan's hand a squeeze, she
stood and walked over to her son's... boyfriend. "All I'll ask you is
to remember that no - no matter how he acts, Clark's still only
fifteen." She rested her hand on Lex's shoulder, giving him as much a
hug as she thought he'd allow. "And his curfew's at ten on a school
night." "Mom!" Clark moaned, burying his head against the
tabletop. "I'll only be fifteen for a couple more months." Lex
groaned faintly. "I never had my own curfew to worry
about," he muttered sotto voce, not dumb enough to say that aloud in
front of Clark's parents. Meeting his lover's worried gaze, however, he
smiled. If that was what it took, he could live with that. "At least
that gives us a few hours once chores are done." It still amused him to
hear that word coming from his lips, but he wanted to make it clear that he
understood Clark's responsibilities and wouldn't try to take him away
Jonathan nodded, hearing the unspoken message. "You'll stay for
dinner, Lex?" He still wasn't happy about this turn of events, but for
Clark's sake he would give Lex a chance. And watch very carefully.
"I... yes, thank you." Lex smiled politely, then more warmly
when he met Clark's gaze again. He was worth it. "Good, I'm glad to
hear it." Martha gave Lex's shoulder another pat, then moved to kiss
Clark on the top of the head. "We've got some time before it's ready,
so you boys can talk outside if you'd like - after you set the table."
All right, Clark wanted them to treat Lex like a part of the family, then
she would until he gave her a reason not to. "And, Jonathan, will you
take the suitcase upstairs for me?" she asked, brushing her auburn hair
back from her face and thinking about what to make for their meal. Feeling
as if a heavy rock had been lifted from his chest, Clark smiled radiantly at
both his parents and Lex. "Sure, Mom." Finally feeling as if he
wasn't going to lose Lex if he let him go, Clark squeezed the older man's
fingers a final time before loosing them and standing. "Don't worry,
only one fork and knife here to deal with, and one plate," he teased.
Lex just gave him a look before looking around helplessly. "Uh...
dishes?" he asked, eyeing the cabinets. No way was he about to go
poking around the Kents' kitchen to find things and make them think he was
trying to find out their secrets or something. He looked back at Clark. He'd
already learned the only secret he cared about. Unable to resist, even
though both the Kents were still in the room, he stepped closer to Clark and
kissed him lightly. "Love you," he murmured.
Watching them, Jonathan relaxed a little more and smiled faintly as he
picked up the bag to take it up to their room. If Lex was just pretending to
love Clark, he was wasted in business; it was an Oscar-caliber performance.
But Jonathan found himself believing it was exactly what it appeared, two
young men who'd fallen in love and were willing to face the consequences.
Beaming a smile at Lex even as he turned red, Clark kissed the shorter man
back. "Love you too, and they're in here." He reached up and
opened a cabinet, pulling down four plates and handing them to Lex before
getting the silverware from a drawer. Even as she pulled a small roast from
the refrigerator, Martha watched the two young men from the corner of her
eye, smiling as they worked together to set the table, occasionally bumping
into each other in a way she doubted was accidental. Clark would be good for
Lex; he'd help smooth the sharp edges and harsh corners in the rich young
man, and maybe, maybe Lex would be good for Clark too. She loved her son
dearly, loved his innocence and trust, but he was growing up, and the world
would gladly eat him alive with that attitude. She wanted to keep him the
same but knew she couldn't. "All done, Mom," Clark called, after
they'd placed the glasses and napkins on the table. "We're going
outside, okay?" "Okay, dear. Supper will be ready in an hour and a
half; don't go too far."
Barely hearing Martha's reply, Lex followed Clark outside and up to his
getaway in the loft, eagerly moving into Clark's arms the moment they were
alone. After a passionate kiss, he leaned back in the teen's strong embrace
to look up at him. "Well, that didn't go nearly as badly as I feared.
It looks like I will get to show you some more of my favorite things."
His voice dropped to a husky, invitingly sensual purr.
"Here? Now?" Clark asked, only half-teasing. If he thought they
could get away with it, he'd have Lex naked in a second, but somehow he'd
bet that his dad was going to find a reason to come in the barn quite a bit
when they were out there.
"Well, your mother did say we had an hour and a half..." Lex
really wished they could, but he did not want Clark's father coming
out here and finding them mauling each other. That kind of embarrassment he
did not need! Sighing, he curled a hand around Clark's neck. "How 'bout
the next best thing, just sitting here together, talking and kissing,
clothing not optional?"
"Okay..." Clark tried to sound dejected, but if he couldn't be
naked with Lex, just being curled up with him was good enough. He walked
backward until they bumped into his couch and dropped down onto it, arms
still around each other.
"I think they're gonna be okay with this." The relief was
palpable in Clark's voice as he spoke. "Dad's a little freaked, but Mom
seems pretty cool."
"Don't take this the wrong way, but both of them would kill me
slowly if they thought I was a danger to you in any way." Lex tilted
his head slightly as he watched Clark. "Good thing I only want to take
care of you. But do you think this means I might actually get to give you
the occasional gift now?" he teased.
"Like your dad wouldn't do the same to me if the situations were
reversed?" Clark asked absently before leaning in to nuzzle the skin
behind Lex's ear. "And maybe, on our anniversary or something." He
started to snicker at that.
Stunned by the idea of Lionel Luthor doing more than making sure the
Luthor reputation wasn't tarnished if anything were to happen to him, Lex
could only stare at him for a long moment. "Uh, yeah. Right." He
shrugged it off. "I guess I should start deciding what to get you for
our one-week anniversary then."
Sensing that something had bothered Lex, if only for a minute, Clark
hugged him closer. "What? Nothing for our one-day anniversary?
"As if your parents would let me get away with that!" Lex
laughed, nestling closer. "I think we'd be back to your dad giving me
dirty looks like something he'd found on the bottom of his shoe."
Clark sighed, hating the tension between his parents and his boyfriend.
Slipping his hand under Lex's shirt, he rubbed his palm over the other man's
warm, firm stomach, enjoying the sensation, the rightness. "Guess you'd
better not then, or maybe I'll just consider how you woke me up this morning
Lex bit back a gasp as he remembered that morning and his body responded.
"God, Clark, I don't need to go back inside and sit down with your
parents with a hard on!" He shifted uncomfortably. "We're going to
have to make time for us though." A thumb traced the tempting fullness
of Clark's lower lip. "I'll go insane if I have to wait till you're
"Sorry!" Clark apologized quickly, wanting to mouth Lex's thumb
but not wanting to torture either of them. "And we will. It's summer,
no school, so curfew's later, right? And I can be from here to your place in
a couple of minutes with even a slow start, so transportation isn't a
He paused, weighing the thought of lying to his parents against being
with Lex. "I could come over after everyone's gone to sleep and get
back before dawn..."
"And be so tired that you're nodding off over your chores," Lex
sighed. "I want to have as much time with you as I can, Clark, but not
at your expense." He hugged Clark closer, pondering. "We'll find
some time that doesn't involve you sneaking out."
Halfway up the stairs to check on his son, Jonathan overheard the
conversation, and he stopped. Lex was clearly trying to do what was best for
Clark, aside from getting involved with him in the first place, so Jonathan
was going to trust him until he gave him reason not to. Turning silently, he
left again to go back inside, leaving the two young men alone.
"Okay," Clark sighed, wondering how few and far between those
times were going to be. "And what are we going to do?" He gave a
tiny smile. "Go to the movies and out to dinner?"
"I'm not that noble," Lex snorted. "We'll have to do stuff
like that sometimes to keep your parents from killing me, but I'd much
rather have you in my bed so we can drive each other crazy. After all, two
hours in bed are a lot more fun than two hours in a movie theater."
"I'll take your word on it," Clark chuckled, before kissing Lex
again. "From what I've seen so far, I'd have to agree though."
Lex murmured happily and returned the kiss, practically crawling into
Clark's lap as he pressed closer. "Glad to know I rank higher than
"Lex..." Clark moaned, arching up against the older man's body,
fighting to remind himself why he couldn't give in to what he wanted to do
here. His lips were covering Lex's, their tongues were sliding together, and
oh god, if they didn't stop soon, he was going to have to change pants
The sound of the screen door slamming broke through the haze surrounding
Clark's thoughts, and he sighed, resting his forehead against Lex's. "I
hate being fifteen," he muttered.
Panting, wondering when all his good intentions went up in smoke, Lex
closed his eyes. "Well, I like you just the way you are... but I do
wish the laws agreed with us," he said ruefully. "God, this is
going to kill me... or be the making of me, some would say. We're going to
need to talk to your parents though. If they're really okay with this and
you're willing to deal with the fallout, we don't have to hide this. Just be
really sure you want to become 'the gay student' at Smallville High,"
he warned seriously.
Clark put on a brave face, but inwardly, he cringed. "What's the
worst they could do?" he asked, gathering his resolve and his
determination not to disappoint Lex or his parents. "I mean, I've
already been the scarecrow; the only way from there is up."
"Clark..." Lex could feel his tension, and he sighed.
"This is only going to work if you're honest with me. That was a
suggestion, not an order from on high. That's why I pointed out the
drawbacks. And before you start getting all noble and self-sacrificing, let
me just point out that if Whitney ever does anything else to you, I'll
destroy him." The calm statement of fact was far more convincing than
any growled threat could have been.
"You don't have to... protect me." The last two words came out
as a whisper, and Clark looked down. Considering he wanted to do just that
for the people he loved all the time, how could he tell Lex that he couldn't
do the same thing? "And I don't want to hide this. I have to hide who I
am, what I do; I don't want to hide who I love, damnit!" Lex's arms
tightened around him. "It's not a decision we have to make this second.
We can always come out in public as a couple whenever we want to; it's
making it a secret again afterward if we do it before we're both ready
that's impossible." He saw Clark's expression.
"Sure, I want to go out with you and be able to say, 'He's mine,'
but I want you to be comfortable with it, Clark. So long as I know
we're together, that's all I really care about."
As much as he wanted to argue, Clark saw the wisdom in Lex's words, and
he nodded, probably less reluctantly than he might have under other
circumstances. "If nobody knows by next year, your showing up with me
at the Spring Fling will clue them in."
Lex burst into laughter. "My god, have you been watching Queer as
Folk again? Am I suddenly Brian to your Justin?" He nuzzled into
Clark. "At least I won't ever have to worry about you getting hurt like
he was. And yes, I'll go to your high school dance, Clark... if only to make
sure no one else dances with you," he teased.
"You're hotter then Brian Kinney could ever dream of being."
That said, Clark ducked and grinned, because he'd just admitted he did
watch that show - or tapes of it anyway since his folks didn't have
Showtime. "And sorry, I've got more spine then Justin. The first time
you slept with anyone else would be the last time you saw me."
"As if I would want anyone else when I have you," Lex scoffed.
"If you ever see me with someone else, I can guarantee you that
something's going on that qualifies for Chloe's Wall of Weird." He
realized what he'd just promised and stiffened slightly with an indrawn
breath, but he relaxed again almost immediately, smiling into the watchful
"This is freaking you out, isn't it?" Clark smiled ruefully and
skimmed his fingers over the back of Lex's head, shivering at the sensation.
"Don't worry, I feel the same, but it's a good weird."
"A bit," Lex admitted. "But you're right, it's good. I'm
just having a little trouble keeping up with all the changes in the last
twenty-four hours. Yesterday morning, I was still discreetly lusting for you
from afar, and a day later, we're together, and your parents are even sort
of okay with it."
Clark nodded. "If it wasn't for the fact that I don't feel weak or
sick, I'd think meteor rocks were involved somehow."
"No, just good old-fashioned lust... and love," Lex chuckled.
"God, if my father only knew what a favor he did me when he 'exiled' me
to Smallville! I might never have met you otherwise, not till we were
older." He frowned thinking of it. "You'd have been helping people
like you do, and I... I would have been a younger version of my father. We'd
have hated each other." He shuddered.
"I don't think so." Clark cupped Lex's face in his hands and
stared into his eyes as if seeking his soul. "You're stronger than
that, Lex. Stronger than he is, better than he is. I know it, and I'm going
to work at it until you know it too."
"I'm glad we'll never know for sure, glad I have you." Lex
wondered at himself, admitting his need of a teenager, admitting any need at
all, but it was mostly reflex, and he knew that it would fade in time,
thanks to Clark. "I'm not like him... but I could have been," he
mused. "Some people do good things because they say they want to be
able to look themselves in mirror; I want to be able to look in your
eyes." He knew it was corny, but he had to say it, had to let Clark
know what he felt.
Stroking his thumbs over Lex's cheekbones, Clark leaned in and kissed him
gently. "Well, I'll just have to make sure you do that every day then,
won't I?" He smiled. "Not that I mind in the least."
"I think I need to send a thank you gift to your mother's friend who
got married," Lex smiled, pressing into Clark's caress like a cat being
stroked. "Who knows how long we'd have waited if your parents hadn't
"Considering I was blind and you were noble? Too long." The
screen door creaked again, and Martha Kent's voice rose on the evening air.
"Boys, supper! Come in and wash up!"
"This is so weird." Lex got up from Clark's lap and
grinned down at his disheveled lover. "You might want to tuck in your
shirt and comb your hair before we go in there," he suggested, barely
restraining his laughter. And lust. Clark looked like an invitation to sin,
one Lex very much wanted to accept.
Clark glanced down, and snickered. "No, I think I'll keep my shirt
un-tucked for now. Better button yours though." He flicked a finger
over the gaps he'd made when his hand was under the material, then raked a
hand through his hair, laughing when a bit of hay fluttered to the floor.
"And a word of warning; don't just tell Mom you washed up, do it. She's
got better eyes then I do!"
"So weird," Lex repeated. Being mothered was a new experience
for him, and although it was confining, it was also oddly comforting. He
shook his head in bemusement. "Washing up. Right. After you,
Clark." He caught his lover's hand in his to go inside.
"Oh, one last thing..." Clark dipped his head, giving Lex a
hard, almost bruising, kiss, and grinning proudly when he looked at the
older man's mouth. Okay, he'd probably die of embarrassment if his folks
noticed it, but... He supposed it was just his way of announcing that Lex
was his. "Love you."
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