Playing Dress Up
Orithain and Rina
Disclaimer: Would that they belonged to us so that we
could watch instead of just writing about it, but they donít.
"Lex? What the hell is this?"
Clark Kent, soon to be college graduate, invulnerable,
super-strong and super-fast being from another planet who had fought
numerous meteor-mutants and other bad guys over his twenty-one years, stared
down at the open box on the table and felt his knees tremble.
Whatever it was, it was hideous, that was for sure, and
there was no way in hell he was wearing it. Without even lifting the costume
from the box, Clark could see bright blue and red and, for some unknown
reason, a big yellow ĎSí in a shield on the chest. And it seemed to be
made of lycra, lycra that he could bet was way too form-fitting for his
peace of mind. No way on earth was he wearing this thing, not even if Lex begged.
"Thatís your costume for the charity masquerade this
weekend, Goku. I get to pick for you this time, remember?" Lex smiled
smugly, the memory of a prison-orange jumpsuit and a die-imprint on his
forehead not dimmed by five yearsí distance. "Besides, this way I get
to brand you as mine, and no one will even realize it," he added,
running a finger over the "S" emblem on the chest. "Thatís
Alexander the Greatís shield motif, but we can say it stands for
Superman." He somehow managed not to snicker at the expression on Clarkís
"If I wear that, Iíll look more like Stupidman or
Suckerman," Clark groaned, lifting the costume out of the box and
wincing as a full-length view didnít make it any better.
"Did they pack it inside out or something, and why did
you choose red underwear to go with it?" Clark was running down his
options for getting out of wearing this horror, but they seemed awfully few,
and from the look on Lexís face, not even pouting was going to get him out
"Overwear, Clarkbar," Lex said sweetly. "See
the belt loops for your utility belt? Not that Superman needs any tools
like, say, Batman, but the belt will make a good handle. Itís actually a
lot like Batmanís costume, just in different colors. But Iím sure youíll
look even better in it than Bruce does."
"What?!" Clark just about screeched. "No way,
Lex! I am not dressing up like that, not even for you!" Compared to
this - this monstrosity, the Krillin outfit was formalwear. "I mean,
Batmanís outfit is sort of cool. This thing looks likes something even
"It does not! At least this doesnít have scaly green
hotpants and elf slippers," Lex pointed out, snickering. He hadnít
stopped teasing Dick about that original costume of his since he and Clark
had discovered Batman and Robinís secret identities. "Besides, Clark,
you promised that youíd let me pick your costume."
"But itís red outerwear and go-go boots and a
yellow belt!" Clark whined, not caring that he sounded like he was
twelve years old. "And you picked my costume the last three
"Clark, when I first met you, you wore nothing but red
and blue. For a while I thought you were color blind or something! I just
went with your established theme. And I happen to like you in tight
"I did not!" Clark protested. "Okay, maybe I
did, but they go with everything, so shoot me."
"So quit complaining. Youíre still wearing red and
blue," Lex said, somehow managing to keep a straight face. "Itís
only for one night, Clark. Itís not as if youíre going to have to wear
it for the rest of your life."
Eyeing the costume with distaste, Clark sighed. "Thank
"You know you canít shoot anyone if they eyeball me,
right?" Clark called from behind the closed and locked bathroom door.
They had decided to stay at the apartment that night since it was closer to
where the party was being held, even though that meant a night in the kennel
for Sheri and Gohan. "If you think you might get crazy-jealous, I could
always wear something else..."
"Forget it, Clark. Youíre wearing the costume. Now
come out here and let me see you." Lex was really looking forward to
seeing Clark, since despite the gaudy colors and style, the outfit was
absolutely formfitting. It would be the next best thing to a naked Clark...
and ought to make people stop asking what he saw in the younger man, he
thought with amusement.
Clark sighed heavily. "I really hate you at times, you
know that?" he asked, slowly unlocking the door and stepping out of the
bathroom, feeling the red cape swish against the back of his calves.
"No, you donít. You love me." Lex stared at
Clark, eyes widening as they ran from head to toe and back again.
"Christ, I just want to eat you right there." He stepped forward,
pressing against his lover, and kissed him hungrily, hands gliding over the
silky fabric covering the other man like a second skin.
"Keep that up and I wonít be able to walk out of here
any time soon, and Chloe and Dave are due in fifteen minutes," Clark
reminded him, still not mollified over the thing he had to wear.
"Like they havenít walked in on us before," Lex
scoffed, though he did step away and go out to the living room to fix
himself a drink. "Want anything before they get here?" he called
back. "And are you ever going to comment on my costume? After all, I
let you pick mine too."
What I want is a robe, Clark sighed to himself,
following Lex. "Yeah, a coke would be good." He paused then and
forced himself to take a look at Lex. The older man did look good in his
costume, and he definitely put Yul Brynner to shame as the king of Siam.
"It looks nice," he allowed.
"You canít say that Iím not even brighter than you
are," Lex pointed out, pouring the drink and carrying it over.
"Purple and gold lame are rather eye-catching, you know. Weíll
definitely be noticed... especially since we clash," he sighed.
"Gee, guess I should have consulted with our designer
before I picked yours out." Clark gave a game attempt at a smile,
walking over behind Lex to hug him. "And youíre right, itís only
one night out of my life, so I can live with it."
"Think of it this way: you canít get more attention
than I did the first night we showed up together at one of your fraternity
parties." Lex shook his head, remembering that night.
"Tell that to the first matron who decides to pinch my
"Sheíll draw back a bloody stump," Lex replied
calmly, taking a sip of his scotch.
Clark chuckled and nibbled at Lexís ear. "I love it
when you get all blood-thirsty on me, Lexy," he purred.
"Just protecting whatís mine, Clarkbar. You know me,
I never share the good stuff."
"You do with me," the younger man said smugly just
as the doorbell rang. "And you get to get that."
"Thatís because youíre what I wonít share."
Lex grinned at him as he went to let Dave and Chloe in, knowing that there
was no way in hell heíd get Clark to go to the door in that costume.
"Nice threads, dude," Dave laughed, imitating the
flaked out surfer he was dressed up as. "Got any geisha girls
"Donít start, Dave, or Iíll never get him to leave
the house!" Lex ordered laughingly, ushering them into the living room.
"You guys want anything to drink before we go?"
Clark came into the room, his cheeks reddening until they
matched his cape. "Iíd love a martini if we have time," Chloe
said, not taking her eyes off Clark.
"Iíll take a margarita," Dave added. "Nice
duds, Kent. Whatís the ĎSí for? Stud-man?"
Clark glared at Lex pointedly. "See? You owe me so big
for this." Shaking his head, he caught Chloe by the arm and dragged her
out toward the apartment balcony. "The laughing hyena can stay in here
and help with the drinks."
"You really need to work on your sense of humor,
Clark," Lex called after them. "And, Chloe... Hands off!"
Laughing, Chloe glanced back. "If you put this much on
display, Lex, someoneís gonna have to check the merchandise."
"You need all ten fingers to type, and he already said
heís rip the hands off anyone who touched me," Clark said. He leaned
against the balcony railing, waiting until Chloe settled herself in one of
the chairs, then looked at her closely. "Just who are you supposed to
Making a face, Chloe sighed, "Malibu Skipper. Dave
asked Lex for ideas before I could stop him. The first person who asks me to
hula is going to get it!"
"Better drink up then to calm your nerves," Lex
suggested as he joined them, drinks in hand, with Dave at his heels.
"I think we all owe Lex for this party," Clark
chuckled. "Though Dave seems really at ease in his costume."
"Dude!" laughed the blond. "Iím reliving my
"Oh my God, what have I done?" Chloe moaned while
the others laughed. "Iím dating a valley guy!"
"Címon, baby, itís like, totally tubular,"
Dave laughed, pulling her in for a kiss. "Nothing like riding the long
Clark looked at Lex, his eyebrows arched. "Itís
tubular, Lex. Did you know that?"
"I wasnít aware we were discussing that. Have
you and Dave been doing something youíd like to tell me about?"
"Hey, he said it; I just asked if you knew it."
"Perverts!" Dave called.
"Not exactly a newsflash, loverboy," Chloe
"Shameful, Dave. Youíre supposed to be more
accepting. Itís called an alternative lifestyle, not perversion," Lex
said solemnly, his eyes sparkling with laughter.
"Gay, straight, bi, transgendered or whatever, you two
are perverts," Dave said, striving for his best serious look.
"And damn proud of it!" Clark stated, kissing Lex
soundly and nipping at his lower lip.
"Mmm, did we remember to leave some way into this
thing?" Lex laughed, hands running over the smooth fabric covering
Clarkís back and sliding beneath the waistband to cup his ass.
"Lex, I may not be able to see what youíre doing with
your back to me, but Clarkís blush and that little noise he just made mean
cut it out!" Chloe ordered sternly, trying not to laugh.
"Want me to go look?" Dave offered, earning
himself a high-pitched Ďnoí from Clark, who managed to blush even
Chloe collapsed into a fit of giggles while Lex buried his
face in Clarkís chest to prevent the indignity of doing the same. When he
thought he could speak again, he straightened up and turned to face the
other couple, pausing in surprise as he saw a plane flying very low nearby.
"Oh, man, one of the engines is on fire. Itís going
to crash!" Dave exclaimed, staring at the rapidly descending jet.
Crash? Into downtown Metropolis? "Shit!" Without a
thought for what he was doing, Clark leapt from the balcony, streaking
toward the plane and coming up under it, grunting as he caught the weight on
his shoulders and back. "Okay, where the hell do I put this thing
There wasnít time to get to the airport, not with the
fire, so he headed for the park downtown, hoping the police and firefighters
would get there soon.
Dave gasped as Clark leaped over the side of the penthouse
balcony, expecting to see his friend crash to the ground far below, and his
jaw dropped when Clark flew toward the plane. Flew. He blinked hard, rubbed
his eyes, and looked again.
"Uh, guys... is Clark flying?"
Chloe looked at him a little sheepishly. "Yeah, another
relatively new ability," she explained, hoping he wouldnít ask how
she knew about it.
"I wonder how exactly he intends to remain
inconspicuous?" Lex said with strain evident in his voice. "I
mean, a six foot four inch man built like that, in a blinding blue and red
lycra bodysuit, flying with an airplane on his back, is not exactly an
By the time Clark got the plane on the ground, sirens were
wailing in the distance, converging on the park. He wanted to get out of
there while he could, but his conscience made him stay and help the people
getting off the plane. He could never live with himself if there was an
explosion and someone was killed because he was too chicken to deal with the
Catching her breath as she came to grips with her close
brush with death, Lois Lane, one of the Daily Planetís best reporters,
straightened her jacket, smoothed her dark hair, and headed for her rescuer,
the man whoíd just saved who knew how many peopleís lives. "Sir,
excuse me, Mr...?"
"I really canít talk right now, miss," Clark
answered, trying to deepen his voice and keep his face averted so the woman
didnít get a good look at him. Damnit, Lex, if you were modeling this
thing after Bruceís costume, you could have included a mask! he
groaned to himself, just now realizing that heíd pretty much exposed
himself to all these people.
"Oh, but you have to tell me your name! Who do I thank
for saving my life?" Lois pressed on, one hand clinging to the gorgeous
manís arm. How the hell had he done that? How could he fly? There
certainly wasnít anything in that costume but him!
Gently disengaging his arm from the womanís grip, Clark
tried to think of something to say to distract her. "No need to thank
me, really. I was just doing what was right."
Finally getting a look at the front of him, Lois noticed
that he had a stylized S on his chest. His initial? "Of course, I have
to thank you. I, and all these people, would have died without you. You were
amazing! Iím Lois Lane, a reporter with the Daily Planet. Could I get your
story on how and why you did this?"
Clark blanched but managed to keep his expression impassive.
Of all the people in the world who had to be on this plane, one of them had
to be the Planetís ace reporter! He looked back toward the airplane and
was relieved to see that all the passengers were out and on the ground and
that the fire companies had the blaze under control.
"Sorry, I really donít have time to give an
interview; like I said, it was the right thing to do." Wanting to make
a fast get-away, he leapt into the sky again, all too aware of the
exclamations of the people around him.
"What a... a... super-man. Superman. Like the S.
Superman saves lives of dozens. Oh, Perry is going to love this story!"
Lois nearly ran for the street to flag down a cab, ignoring the emergency
workers trying to find out if sheíd been injured. No one was going to beat
her to press with this story!
Hoping that heíd flown fast enough and used a circuitous
enough route so as to get rid of anyone watching, Clark headed for home.
Cursing when he realized he didnít have any keys, he gave in and broke in
the door to the pool house where he could use the phone.
"Hey, itís me. Iím at the house," he said once
Lex picked up.
"What the hell happened?" Lex demanded. "Are
you all right? Stay put, weíre on our way." His voice became muffled
as he turned to Chloe and Dave, letting them know Clark was fine.
"Yeah, Iím fine. I just - I couldnít come back
there, too many people saw me." Clarkís knees gave way, and he
thumped down on one of the chairs. "Shit. Like a hundred people saw me
"Yeah, not exactly inconspicuous, Clark," Lex
sighed as he and the others headed for the elevator, forgetting the party in
their haste to catch up with Clark. "Weíll be there in a few minutes.
"Not much else I can do. Drive safe." Hanging up,
Clark collapsed back, rubbing his face with his hands to dispel visions of
government labs and alien autopsies.
To distract himself, he turned on the pool house television
and yelped when the first thing he saw was himself flying the jet to safety.
"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!"
Lex drove to the house, Chloe and Dave beside him, all of
them stunned by the events of the evening. Chloe turned the radio on, and
they all winced when they heard the news, the story about the mysterious ĎSupermaní
whoíd saved the lives of an entire jetliner.
"Shit!" Lex groaned, pressing a little harder on
Spotting a pair of swim trunks hanging on a hook, Clark
stripped out of the now filthy and torn costume, throwing it into the far
corner of the room as if by distancing himself from it, he could also forget
what had happened. It wasnít that he wanted those people to die... He just
didnít want to lose his life because of it. After he pulled on the bathing
suit, he sat back down in the chair, arms wrapped around his knees, unable
to tear his eyes away from the rescue scene, which was being played over and
over on every local station.
"Clark?" Lex saw the light of the TV through the
windows of the pool house and headed for it, Dave and Chloe on his heels.
"Why are you out here instead of in the house?" Even knowing that
Clark was invulnerable, he couldnít help looking his lover over for signs
of injury and sighing with relief when he found none.
"No keys," Clark murmured, leaning into Lexís
touch, "I didnít want to break in the door."
Lex wrapped his arms tightly around the younger man, feeling
the tension that had gripped him since Clark had jumped off the terrace
finally release. "God, donít ever do that to me again!"
"That goes double for me, Kent!" Dave added
fervently. "Since when can you fly? I thought I was going to see you go
splat on the pavement!"
"Sorry," Clark whispered, locking his arms around
Lex and holding on for dear life. "Scared the shit out of me too, but I
couldnít let those people die, not when I could save them."
He lifted his head and looked over at Chloe and Dave.
"It sort of cropped up six months or so ago. Chloe can give you the
details if she wants. I asked her not to say anything about it before."
"Someday Iím going to know about something before you
do," Dave muttered to Chloe, arm around her shoulder as they watched
the other couple.
"Not likely. But guys, what are you going to do? You
sort of came out in a big way, Clark."
Lex groaned, not even wanting to think about it.
"It gets worse." When all three looked at him,
Clark continued. "You know Lois Lane? The reporter for the Planet? She
was on the flight and was trying to interview me."
Lex laughed a little wildly. "Only you, Clark. So I
presume we can expect hordes of reporters at our door in the morning?"
"I didnít tell who I was! God, Lex, do I look that
stupid?" Clark rested his elbows on his knees and raked his hands
through his hair, sending the Ďsuperheroí style that Lex had so
carefully created earlier in the day into disarray.
Lex didnít dare answer that question, asked by a man
hunched over and formerly wearing loudly colored lycra. "Well, itís
not like thereís much of you hidden, Clark. And your face has been seen
often enough since our relationship went public."
Clark actually whimpered. "You think people recognized
"We need a cover story," Dave said. "And we
need one fast."
"We need to find you another costume and get to the
party immediately," Lex said decisively. "No one will be sure when
we got there, what with all the excitement."
"Glasses," Chloe said suddenly. "If Clark
starts wearing glasses, it might distract people. We have to make him look
different from Superman," she added, giggling as she used Loisí name
for the hero whoíd saved her life that night.
Clark lifted his head to stare at the others in shock.
"Superman? Glasses? This is some sick joke the universe is playing on
"Different hairstyle for the two of them... it might
work," Dave chimed in, studying Clark seriously. "People see what
they want. Whoíd connect Lex Luthorís boytoy with the Superstud?"
Lex nodded. "Yes, if Clark sticks to loose-fitting
clothes and adds glasses... It might be enough. Whoíd expect to find ĎSupermaní
right under their noses, after all?" He drew Clark to his feet.
"Come on, we have to find you another costume and get to that
"You guys are talking like Iím going to go out like
that again," Clark protested, putting on the brakes. "The fussíll
die down, and we wonít have to worry about it, right?"
"Clark, how many times have you said that you wished
you could do something for people? That you had all these abilities and they
should be for something better than hiding your secrets? Well, just like
Batman and the others, Superman could do that." Lex watched him
carefully, not sure how he felt about this new twist. Clark had been his for
so long, and this would mean having to share so much of his time... but it
would make Clark feel better about himself.
"But..." Clark was silent for a moment, thinking
it over, and then he winced as he looked over in the corner at the bright
costume. "I wouldnít have to wear that, would I?"
"Speaking of that, who made it?" Dave asked,
frowning. "That could be trouble if that person decides to blab that
they sold the outfit to Lex Luthor."
"Considering that it was Clarkís mother, I donít
think it likely. I knew Martha would never tell him what it was, even if she
did keep warning me that this would make him kill me," Lex chuckled
faintly. "So thatís not a problem. And yes, Clark, now that youíve
come out, so to speak, in that costume, youíre kind of stuck with it. At
least itíll distract most people from looking at your face."
"Mom made that?" Clark just couldnít wrap his
brain around that one. "My mom made that. Oh shit, I need to
tell them what happened before they see it on TV."
Lex nodded. "Definitely. Theyíre not going to have
any trouble recognizing you. Go call them and let them know youíre okay
while the rest of us figure out what you can wear for a costume."
The four headed for the main house, Clark lagging behind the
others. Dave patted him on the shoulder as they entered through the gym and
went upstairs to the master bedroom. Clark veered toward the bed and reached
for the phone on the nightstand. He hit the speed dial for his parentsí
house, then paused. "Chloe, you pick it out, got it?" he
called before beginning the long, painful process of explaining to his
father just what had happened.
Lex and Chloe exchanged devilish grins before heading for
the closet along with Dave, intent on finding something to make Clark look
as different from Superman as possible.
"Pity weíre trying to hide his attributes," Lex
mused, holding up a leather outfit. "He looks great in this."
"Yeah, Lois Lane certainly seemed to notice his
attributes from the way she sounded on the radio," Dave laughed,
pulling out an assortment of flannel shirts. "Farm boy chic
Half-snarling at the mention of the reporter whoíd been
overly friendly with his lover, Lex eyed the shirts.
"Perfect," he replied darkly. "No one will connect the farm
boy with the superhero."
"Mom is worried about me, and Dad was sort of
proud," Clark announced as he walked into the huge closet, taking in
the disorder with a weary sigh. "So what am I going to be now?"
"Your old, familiar disguise, Clark. One farm boy,
coming up," Lex replied, tossing him a flannel shirt. He shooed Clark
out of the closet to change. "Weíre going to make you into the
biggest hayseed in history."
Clark sighed. "Oh gee, lucky me." Shaking his
head, he started to pull off his swim trunks before coming to his senses and
realizing that Chloe and Dave were still there. "A little privacy,
please!" he begged.
"Damn, you never let me have any fun," Chloe
pouted as Dave pulled her out of the room, shutting the door behind them.
While Clark was changing, Lex rummaged in a box in the
closet, coming out with a gag pair of heavy glasses with a big nose and
bushy eyebrows attached to them. "If you can get the nose and eyebrows
off these, I think they might work," he said, offering them to Clark,
glad that Chloeís gag gift for his last birthday was finally going to be
"You arenít serious?" Clark moaned. "God,
talk about being the biggest dweeb around." He sighed and took the
glasses, snapping the hanging nose off with no effort at all.
"Thatís the idea."
"People are going to wonder where your taste has
"As long as I know, thatís all that matters. Besides,
you wouldnít want anyone to recognize you and come after me to get at
Clark bristled. "No way!" he snapped before taking
a breath and calming himself. "Okay, I see what you mean." After
pulling on the baggy flannel shirt and loose faded jeans, he shoved the
glasses up his nose. "I guess weíre going to have to have a talk with
Bruce and Dick about this so I can get some pointers." He rubbed at the
bridge of his nose. "And I guess Iíll need to get a pair of real
Lex eyed him. "You know, you donít look bad in
glasses. It gives you a studious look. Very sexy." He moved in close
and kissed him. "Did I mention how proud I am of what you did
Clark managed a smile but rested his head against Lexís
shoulder, letting his lover support him for a moment. "Have I mentioned
that I was scared shitless?"
"Perfectly understandable, Iíd say. Itís not
everyday you leap off a rooftop to catching a falling jet... especially when
youíre afraid of heights. Weíre both going to have to do something about
that, I guess. It would be silly for you to scare yourself into a heart
"Yeah, not quite a superhero-y way to die." Clark
leaned against Lex for bit longer and finally forced himself to straighten
up. "Let me get my boots, and we can get to the party."
Lex nodded. "And then after itís over, we can go back
to the apartment, and Iíll make you forget all about slinky reporters who
canít keep their hands off other menís boyfriends!"
ę Huh? Oh, Lois Lane. God, Lex, like I even noticed
her with what was going on." Shaking his head at his boyfriendís
jealousy, Clark gave Lex a final hug before backing up and digging his boots
out of the closet. "And like sheís even going to remember me once the
next news story comes along."
"You really have no idea how you affect people, do
you?" Lex shook his head in bemusement. "God, Clark, youíve had
me panting after you for years, Chloe and Lana both wanted you, the charming
Ms. Lane would probably have gone for it right there if youíd given her
any encouragement, and you never notice. Amazing."
Deciding that Lex was just trying to get his mind off
things, Clark nodded. "Sure, Lexy, whatever you say. All I care is that
you keep panting after me."
Knowing heíd never convince Clark, Lex just smiled.
"Ready? Iím surprised Chloe hasnít burst back in here to find out
whatís keeping us."
"Thatís because Iím blocking the door," Dave
called from outside the bedroom.
Clark gave in and laughed at that. "Letís go show
everyone the new and improved me."
Arm sliding around his waist, Lex opened the door with a
flourish. "Well, what do you think? Will anyone recognize Metropolisí
Eyeing Clark, Chloe grinned. "Not a chance. But theyíre
going to be trying to sell you shares in farms, Lex, since you seem to go
for things right off them!"
"And you two shares on beach condos!" Clark
exclaimed, causing Dave to break into an off-key rendition of ĎSurfiní
Groaning, Lex started dragging them all toward the door.
"Stop before I have to have you killed! Come on, everyone in the car so
I can get us to the party before anyone realizes weíre not there
"I think we made out okay," Clark sighed in relief
once they were back in the apartment. The night had gone well, and, aside
from people wondering who the hell the man who had saved the plane and a
good portion of downtown had been, he hadnít heard any comments about the
events. Of course, hearing himself described as Ďhotí, Ďgod-likeí,
and Ďutterly do-ableí had made Clark flush, but he managed to attribute
it to the tight hold Lex kept on him.
"And I didnít even have to kill anyone for groping
you," Lex observed, relaxing now that they were finally alone. He liked
Chloe and Dave, but heíd been grateful when theyíd left, needing to talk
to Clark. "How are you, really?"
After thinking about it, Clark shrugged. "Better than I
was before, but not as good as Iíll be after I can hang onto you for a
while," he answered honestly. "Itís - this is huge, you know?
And I liked our life the way it was."
"You donít have to do it again, you know," Lex
said, wishing even as he said it that there was the slightest chance Clark
wouldnít but knowing his lover too well. "It just gives you a way to
do the things youíve said you wanted to, if you still want to." He
undressed as he talked, as eager as Clark to slide into their bed and hold
on to each other.
Clark paused, his shirt half off, and looked at Lex, his
green eyes meeting the other manís blue ones squarely. "But I do have
to do it, Lex. I - I can do these things, and it would be wrong not to help
people with them. Lois Lane asked me why I had done that, and I said Ďbecause
itís the right thing to doí and it is."
He sat heavily on the bed and started to unlace his work
boots, feeling the weight of his decision settle on his shoulders.
"Then thatís what youíll do. And when you come home
at night, Iíll be here, and youíll just be Clark to me. Hey, if a
spoiled billionaire and a farm boy can make it work, so can an alien
superhero and a businessman."
Clark looked up at that and gave a small grin. "Thatís
true, plus now I can save you in public if someone comes after you, then
reap the fringe benefits in private."
Laughing, Lex sat beside him, an arm going around his
shoulders. "I like the way you think. Want to negotiate just what those
fringe benefits will be?"
"You always win any negotiations we have," Clark
sighed, leaning against Lexís side and feeling some of the tension in his
gut leave him. "How about you just make love to me tonight? Remind me
of who I really am."
"Youíre mine." Lex wrapped his arms around the
other man and lowered them back onto the bed, stretching out over him.
"Love you too." Clark slid his arms around Lexís
back, holding him close, the sensation of skin on skin both comforting and
arousing. "Wish I could tell the world that the S-man is yours
"Someday, maybe. When weíre little old men and no one
cares any more. In the meantime, weíll know. And Iíll remind you of it
whenever necessary. And whenever that reporter paws at you!" he
growled, grinding down against him.
"Sheís not going to paw at me!" Clarkís
protest turned into a moan as Lex moved against him, and he arched up,
seeking more pressure.
"Good thing, she might find it difficult to write her
stories without a hand." Lex thrust again and took Clarkís mouth
possessively, hands gripping Clarkís wrists and holding them against the
bed over his head.
Clark bit his lower lip and shuddered, letting his muscles
go lax so as to allow Lex to do what he wanted. Tonight he needed this, to
remember that he didnít always have to be the one in control, the savior.
"Just you, Lex," he rasped.
"Always," Lex vowed, nipping and tugging at his
lip, then working his way down after pressing Clarkís wrists to the
mattress in warning to leave them there. He licked and tasted every inch of
his lover, exploring the broad chest and spending a long time suckling on
the already rigid nipples.
Muscles bunched and clenched, but Clark left his arms where
they were, though he couldnít stop a reflexive spasming of his chest when
Lex worked his way over it, then lower. Wanting to touch his lover in
return, he lifted a leg and slid it along the back of the older manís
Lex smiled against him, running a hand over Clarkís leg as
he continued working his way down, teeth scraping lightly over his erection.
He settled between Clarkís legs, drawing them over his shoulders while he
swallowed Clark down.
"God, Lex!" Clark gasped, twisting upwards and
trying not to come on the spot.
Lex hummed a question, making Clark writhe, and bobbed his
head up and down, sucking hard as he rose and swirling his tongue around the
shaft as he swallowed him down again.
Giving up on trying to make this last, Clark howled and
bucked off the bed as he came, his whole body shaking with the force of his
Swallowing every drop, Lex slowly pulled off when Clark was
done, licking his lips, and he smiled smugly down at the limp, sated man.
"All mine," he murmured, reaching for the container on the
nightstand and slicking himself, then pressing inside him.
Clarkís eyes had slipped closed sometime between coming
and Lex pushing into him, and he opened them with an effort, lifting a hand
to curl it around the back of his loverís head. "Forever," he
promised before kissing Lex.
Licking at Clarkís lips, then pulling back to stare into
his eyes, Lex began to move, rocking back and forth inside his lover. His
hands, which had been clutching Clarkís shoulders, glided down his arms
until their fingers could intertwine, and they clung to each other as Lex
gasped and stiffened, slowly collapsing on top of the younger man as he
Utterly relaxed for the first time that evening, Clark
tightened his fingers around Lexís and nuzzled the side of his face.
"So you think this is really going to work?" he asked quietly once
their breathing returned to normal.
"I think we can make anything work. We took Lionel
Luthorís son and an alien from another planet and made a stable couple. I
think we can have a private life and a superhero," Lex laughed.
Clark had to grin at that. "Even though people seem to
think the S-man is really do-able?"
"As long as Iím the only one actually doing
"What do you think?" Clark asked, shaking his head
that Lex even had to say that.
"Just clarifying the point, Clarkbar. Donít want you
think you can have a boy on every planet."
"Geeze, take all the fun out of being a superhero, why
"You can have all the fun you want... with me."
Clark started laughing and rolled them both over so that he
was looking down at Lex. "And who do you think I would have fun with
other than you? Lois Lane?"
His smile gentled, and he traced a finger over the collar
around Lexís neck. "Youíre the guy I love, Lexy."
Lex smiled as well, arms going around Clark. "Thatís
convenient since I happen to love you too."
"Amazing how things work out, isnít it?" Clark
"Must be that bond, donít you think?" Lex
replied sweetly, eyebrows rising.
Clark glowered. "Must be a lot more than that!"
"Well, I suppose it could have something to do with the
fact that youíre sweet, sexy, charming, kind to others, adorable, and all
mine," Lex allowed.
"And that youíre a total pain in the ass at
times," Clark laughed, poking Lex in the ribs.
"You seemed to like me being a pain in your ass a few
"I liked you being in my ass. Canít remember any pain
going on there."
"Even better. You were made for me. Have I mentioned
how glad I am that you ended up here instead of on Pluto or something?"
"Several times, but please feel free to do so
again." Clark stretched and smiled down at Lex. "From what Iíve
heard, Pluto is pretty damn cold and lonely."
"Better stay here then. Itís much more comfortable,
and Iím sure I can make it worth your while."
"You do that just by being you."
"I love you." Lex pulled him down and kissed him
again, arms tight around him.
"Me or Superman?" Clark murmured, knowing the
answer but feeling the need to ask anyway.
"You, but Iíll take Superman too to get you."
Clark nodded in understanding. "And I guess I have to
be him to keep you."
"You just have to love me to do that," Lex
replied, staring up into the green eyes.
A ghost of a smile greeted that response. "Been doing
that for a long time already, I canít see it stopping."
"That sounds perfect to me. Someday, Mr. Kent, I intend
to make you the First Lady of this country," Lex chuckled.
"Fuck you, Krillin," Clark sighed without rancor.
"The term will be ĎFirst Gentlemaní or no go."
"You mean you wouldnít wear a long gown and pearls
"Iím going to be wearing bright blue and red every
time I try to help people for God knows how long. Isnít that punishment
"But Iím your reward. Isnít that
enough?" Lex retorted, batting his eyelashes.
"Doesnít that mean you should be wearing the
long gown so I can fly you somewhere for us to be alone?"
"The President doesnít wear gowns," Lex replied
with dignity before bursting into laughter, rolling Clark over onto his back
with Lex sprawled on top of him.
"And a superhero does?" Clark asked indignantly.
"I should call Bruce and have him set you straight on some
"You do and Iíll sick Dick on you!" Lex stared
him down then started chuckling again. "How Ďbout we agree that
neither of us will wear a dress?"
"I can live with that." Clark grinned but turned
sober as he thought about the changes this new direction he was taking was
going to bring to their lives.
"We can live with anything," Lex said quietly,
following his thoughts, "so long as we do it together."
"This is a pretty big anything," Clark said
quietly. "It wonít be just you and me anymore; itíll be you and me
and everything going on in the world."
Lex nodded. "And someday, if I manage to do what I want
to, Iíll be bringing home the world too. But at night, with the bedroom
door closed, itíll just be us, just Clark and Lex. I think I can handle
anything if I know I have that to look forward to."
Clark shifted and rested his palm on the side of Lexís
face. "Who needs the world when I have you?"
"You can have both. You do have both," Lex
promised. "Always." He smiled crookedly. "Who else would have
"Give me a year and I might finish the list."
"I only need a second. Thereís only one name on
it." Lex leaned down to kiss him again.
Clark smiled and linked his arms loosely around Lexís
waist, holding him close. "Damn right there is," he murmured.
Clark had been up for an hour or more when he heard Lex
moving around in the bedroom before shuffling out into the hall.
"Coffeeís made," he called. "And we need to pick the prince
and princess up from the kennel before two." He turned as Lex wandered
into the kitchen, carefully not looking at the newspapers spread out in
front of him as he did so.
Making a beeline for the coffeepot, Lex didnít notice
anything else till heíd had the first swallow of the life-giving brew.
Once he was a little more aware, however, he saw the pile of papers on the
kitchen table and frowned as he moved closer. A single glance at Clarkís
non-expression let him know that it was as bad as theyíd feared, so he was
able to suppress his wince at the blaring headlines.
Superman Saves Downtown Metropolis
New Superhero Guarding Metropolis
Reporter Saved by Superman
Superstud Loose in Metropolis
That last was from one of the rags, and Lex made a mental
note to buy and destroy it. "Looks like you made quite an impression
last night. Iíll have to talk to Jor-El and see what we can do about
creating a fabric that wonít shred when you wear it."
"Yeah." Clark leaned his head back into his hands
and rubbed at his temples. "Donít want ĎSuperstudí ending up
showing off more than he is already." He reached for Lexís coffee cup
and took a sip as his own had grown cold. "At least nobodyís called
claiming Iím him, so maybe this hide in plain sight thing is going to
"For once Iím going to say it: I told you so!"
Lex smiled at him over the reclaimed coffee cup. "Iíd never let
anything hurt you, Clark. You should know that by now."
"I know." Clark sighed and glanced down at the
headlines before looking at Lex again. "Itís more you and what could
happen to you that Iím worried about."
Lex shrugged. "No one knows to connect me with
Superman. Besides, if I could survive three years of Smallville mutants
trying to kill me and countless head traumas, I think Iíll survive this
too. Besides, youíre worth it."
Clark sighed. "Sometimes I wonder..." he murmured,
holding up a hand when Lex started to protest. "I know, I know, I wonít
go on a guilt trip, I promise."
"Good thing," Lex retorted, eyeing him sternly.
"Youíre kind of big for me to spank, but Iíd do it if I had to. You
know better. Weíre in this together, Clark." He curled a fist around
Clarkís collar and used it as a leash to pull him into a possessive kiss.
Clark gave a half smile in answer but then frowned, bringing
a hand up to the one Lex had on his collar. "Iím going to have to
take this off next time I do that," he said in resignation. "The
ring too. Canít have anyone recognizing them."
Lex instantly frowned, hating the idea but recognizing the
necessity. "And the first thing Iíll do when you walk back in the
door is put them back on you," he muttered, hands tightening.
"Damn right you will," Clark said seriously,
leaning against Lex and shaking his head. "God, the logistics of this
thing are going to be such a mess. I really need to talk to Bruce, and we
need to sit down with my folks. Mind taking a drive to Smallville today? We
can pick up the royalty on the way out and let them run once we get
"Sounds good." Lex glanced at the clock. "Why
donít you call your folks while I take a shower and let them know weíll
be there for a late lunch? Iíd call Bruce and Dick and ask them to meet us
there, but I think theyíd freak if we let your parents in on their secret.
We can go visit them tomorrow if you like. Alfred enjoys spoiling Sheri and
Gohan," he added with a chuckle.
Clark gave a small smile. "Planning a whirlwind
weekend, are you? Are we taking the jet to Gotham, or do you want me to fly
us there in style?"
"Well, youíre faster, so if you have no objection to
hanging on to me..." Lex smiled wickedly. "Pity I wonít have
time to get a more durable version of your costume made by then or you could
give it its first airing." He shrugged. "Then again, youíll be
going fast enough that no one will see us anyhow.
"Oh, wait, that wonít work. What would we do with
Sheri and Gohan? Guess itís the jet after all. Iíll arrange to have the
helicopter pick us up and fly us to the airport early tomorrow morning. That
way weíll still be there relatively early."
"Youíre just loving this, arenít you?" Clark
sighed. "Itís your Warrior Angel fixation come to life. Guess this
time I owe their highnesses a treat for saving me from more
"Iíd love to hear you explain that to anyone,"
Lex snickered, easily imagining Clark flying through the sky carrying him
and the dogs. "But donít worry, Clarkbar, Iíll still love you no
matter what you wear." He conveniently ignored the fact that he was the
one whoíd chosen Clarkís costume.
"Ready to go pick them up and head out to
Smallville?" he asked, grateful once again that they kept things at the
castle. It saved them packing whenever they were going to be there
"Well, I will be once I take a shower and get
"Oh, yeah, I guess that would help, wouldnít
it?" Lex laughed. "I should probably do the same. Iíd never hear
the end of it if I showed up at your parentsí in my robe. But it would
give easy access..."
Clark shouted with laughter and hugged Lex to him. "For
who? My dad?"
"Ew! Clark, thatís just wrong." Lex shuddered
and wrinkled his nose. "I really didnít need that mental image, and Iím
sure Jonathan would agree with me."
"Sorry." Clarkís tone of voice said he was
anything but. "Just couldnít resist. Now come on, letís get cleaned
up and outta here before Lois Lane puts an APB out on her Superman."
Lex growled at the thought of the overly familiar reporter.
"She comes near you and sheís going to be one sorry woman!" He
kissed Clark hard before reminding himself that he knew his lover wasnít
interested in the damned woman and forcing himself to let go. "Are we
going to conserve water?"
Clark grinned, feeling absurdly pleased that Lex was jealous
of the apparent attention the reporter had given his alter-ego. "What
do you think? You know I can never get between my shoulder blades like you
"Glad to know I have a purpose in life," Lex
laughed, his momentary ill humor banished by the prospect of getting his
hands on a wet, slick Clark.
"Itís a noble one, "Clark chuckled, "but
you know, if we want to get the dogs and get to my folks, all youíre going
to be able to do is wash my back."
"Spoilsport! But I suppose I can wait till tonight.
Anticipation makes it better and all that. I havenít done you over the
pool table for a while," he teased throatily.
"Pervert! I hope you mean over as in bent over and not
floating over it."
"Hmm, I hadnít thought of that. Kinky." Lex
laughed at his expression. "What, you donít want me to fly the
Eyes widening in shock and horror, Clark stared at Lex as if
he had grown another head. "I donít think so!"
Lex had to lean against the wall to keep from falling down,
he was laughing so hard. "Oh Clark, youíre cute when youíre
shocked. Iíll try not to traumatize you anymore today... though I
distinctly remember a few times where you floated and didnít think it was
"By accident is one thing, you wanting a permanent
flying Clarkpet of love is another!"
Snickering, Lex wanted to know, "Is that like a chiapet?"
Clark shrieked and snatched Lex up, tossing him over his
shoulder. "Keep it up, Krillin, and Iím going to plant seeds in your
"Is this some weird Smallville ritual Iím unaware
of?" Lex chuckled, trying to imagine that. "I think weíd better
just stick to the shower and going to get the dogs before they refuse to
speak to us. You know how snotty Sheri gets when we leave them there."
"Oh, God... Sheís going to give us that look. Did you
buy her a new rawhide bone so sheíll eventually forgive us?"
"No, I thought Iíd just let her chew on you,"
Lex retorted, smacking him. "Are you ever going to put me down? The
blood is rushing to my head."
Flipping Lex back over so that he was cradled in his arms,
Clark snickered. "Gee, Lex, it looks like you were blushing. Maybe I
should take a picture." Keeping a hold of his lover, he headed back to
the bedroom and the master bath.
"Smart ass. Donít worry, Clark, no one will ever take
your title. Youíre the world champion blusher. It has to be a Kryptonian
thing," Lex snickered, an arm curving comfortably around the younger
"Oh, gee, lucky me," Clark sighed. "The
blushing is going to go so well with that costume too. I canít wait for
the first picture to surface - ĎRed-faced superhero saves kitten from treeí."
Lex buried his face against Clarkís chest to muffle his
laughter. "Iím sure it wonít be that bad," he managed in a
strangled tone. "You handle it pretty well except around me now."
"Thanks... I think." Clark set Lex on the floor
and turned on the shower, holding the door open so the older man could enter
before following him and closing it behind them.
"I like it that I can still make you blush. Itís
cute." Lex raised his face to let the water sluice over him, looking
blissful. "You wouldnít want to spoil my fun, would you?" he
asked once heíd straightened again.
Clark sighed in resignation. "Far be it for me to ruin
your fun. I mean, you might turn into some megalomaniac intent on ruling the
world if I didnít blush for you daily."
Lex chuckled. "Good thing I have you to prevent that
then, isnít it?" He reached for the body sponge and squeezed some
shower gel onto it, then started scrubbing Clarkís back. "It never
ceases to amaze me how gorgeous you are," he murmured.
Feeling his face heat, Clark ducked his head and grinned.
"Cue the blush," he muttered, doubting heíd ever get used to the
awe in Lexís voice when he said things like that. Moaning happily as Lex
worked on his back, Clark leaned against the tiled wall, not thinking about
anything except how good it felt.
"Youíre so easy," Lex laughed, amused at Clarkís
bashfulness, which was truly amazing in view of his appearance. "Good
thing Iím around to protect you from the big, bad world."
"Iím not easy!" Clark protested, glaring back
over his shoulder at Lex. "And what are you going to do? Get your own
costume and ride around on my back, saving me from embarrassment and big,
"Donít tempt me," Lex growled, remembering the
expression on Lois Laneís face in several of the pictures from the news.
"Iíd love to put a brand of ownership on you. And no, itís not that
I donít trust you, just that I know you have no clue how people react to
you," he added, shaking his head.
Clark turned around and looked down at Lex seriously.
"Hey, I will have a brand of ownership on me, remember? That big S that
stands for Alexanderís? Who cares if just you and I know what it means; weíre
the only ones who matter."
Lex smiled slowly. "True. Does that mean I get to shoot
poachers?" he added wryly, thinking that Lois Lane and her ilk were
going to give him high blood pressure.
"No. No shooting other than evil glares. You donít
obsess over the S-man; you obsess over your boy-toy, remember?"
Lex grumbled. "All your multiple personalities are
mine. But fine, Iíll behave in public around stud-man."
Clark shuddered at the name. "Just as long as you donít
call him that!"
"Well, it would certainly prove that he and I werenít
acquainted," Lex pointed out with an evil grin.
"Watch it or people will start to think youíre his
mortal enemy or something, then Iíd have to defend you from myself - oh,
God that makes my head hurt just thinking about it."
Bursting into laughter, Lex stepped back. "God knows I
wouldnít want you to start having headaches." Done with Clark, he
started washing himself.
Laughing as well, Clark took the sponge and cloth from Lexís
hands. "Here, let me. Even if we canít do anything more, at least I
can touch you."
"I never have any complaints about that," Lex
said, surrendering them without a struggle. "And anything else will be
on account for tonight. Since we donít dare leave Sheri and Gohan there a
moment longer than necessary," he chuckled.
Clark nodded as he rubbed his hands over Lexís torso and
shoulders. "Knowing Sheri, sheíll have led a revolt with Gohan as her
minister of terror."
"Oh, thank you for that uplifting thought!" Lex
shuddered. "Weíre ruled by those mutts, you know that, donít
Chuckling, Clark turned Lex around to get his back.
"Lexy, you know that, I know that, Chloe and Dave know it, and Mom and
Dad know it. Heck, even Alfred knows it!"
Sighing, Lex braced his hands against the wall. "Oh
well, at least I donít have to listen to Lionel on the subject. And they are
cute." He relaxed under Clarkís hands, wishing they had time for
"You donít have to listen to Lionel about anything,
and you know it," Clark reminded Lex, hating the fact that they saw Lexís
father even as infrequently as they did. Leaning in to kiss the back of his
loverís head, Clark couldnít resist licking at the small bump on the
back of his skull. "Címon, Lexy, gotta get going."
"Címon, Sheri, you canít ignore me forever, not if
you want to eat!" Lex sighed as he squatted in front of the dog, who
disdainfully turned her back on him. Glancing over his shoulder at Clark, he
asked, "Having any better luck with his highness?"
Looking at Lex over the wriggling grey dog trying to lick
his face, Clark laughed. "What does it look like? Heís easy!"
Lex sighed. "Wonderful. Even my dog is difficult."
He eyed her, knowing better than to try to force her before she was ready,
and after a moment she deigned to face him and lap quickly at his hand.
"Okay, I think sheís going to forgive us enough to
get in the car now," he said, standing up and taking a step, then
checking that she actually was following.
"Sheri, Gohan, want to go to the farm?" Clark
asked, knowing that would get both dogs in the sedan faster than anything
else. Gohan gave a yelp of excitement and bounded up into the back, followed
more sedately by Sheri, who gave Clark a look that plainly said she knew
what he was doing.
"Want me to drive so you can keep placating her?"
"If you want, but it wonít matter. Sheís not going
to forgive me till I suffer some more," Lex muttered, sliding into the
car. "At least I can watch you, so the drive wonít be a total
"Just donít watch me more than her or sheíll be in
even more of a snit." Clark slid into the driverís seat and glanced
back to where Gohan was flopped across the seat, chewing on a knot of
rawhide and Sheri sat, looking for all the world like a member of royalty.
"Thank god she loves the farm so sheíll forgive me
once she gets there," Lex muttered, reaching back to pet her, only to
have her move her head away. He sighed. "This is going to be a long
Once they got back on the highway and were headed out of
town, Clark tilted his head to glance over at Lex. "I could make it go
faster if you want," he offered, moving his hand over to his loverís
thigh and kneading it.
Lex glanced at him, eyebrows rising even as his legs spread.
"And just how do you intend to drive and do me at the same time?"
Clark snorted and moved his hand so that he could knead the
stirring bulge in Lexís trousers. "Iím Superman, remember? I can
multi-task with the best of them." Saying this, he unzipped Lexís fly
and slid his hand in the opening, seeking out and finding the warm flesh
through the opening of Lexís boxers.
Moaning softly, Lex arched into Clarkís hand, catching his
lip between his teeth. "Lucky me," he gasped, one hand falling to
Clarkís leg and gripping it tightly. "Decided n-not to wait till
"Figured Iíd make Sheri jealous so that she wouldnít
snub you any more." Taking a deep breath to quell his own growing
arousal, Clark circled Lexís cock, stroking it slowly and feeling it grow
under his palm.
Sputtering a laugh, Lex slid lower in the seat. "Youíre
a very sick man, Clark Kent. I really didnít need to be thinking about my
dog while youíre jerking me off."
Clark grinned and glanced over at Lex, sucking in a breath
at the sight of him sprawled out as much as he was able to be against the
dark grey leather seat. "I learned from the very best," he
murmured, sliding his fingers lower and tickling the older manís balls.
"Iíll remind you of that later," Lex gasped,
hips rising off the seat. "God, Clark!" he moaned, fingers
kneading his loverís thigh. "What you do to me." He turned his
head to the side, forcing heavy lids open, and watched Clark hungrily.
"Turn you on, hopefully," Clark answered quietly,
forcing himself to concentrate on the road when all he could feel was the
warm flesh of Lexís erection under his hand and all he could hear was his
soft grunts as Clark stroked up and down.
"Always," Lex panted, leaning over to lay his head
on Clarkís shoulder, needing the connection as his arousal climbed higher,
guiding by the clever fingers seeking out every pleasure point.
"Good." Turning his head to kiss Lexís temple,
Clark tightened his hand, feeling Lex arch up into his grip, his hips moving
helplessly as he sought his release. "Come for me, Lex. Let me feel
Moaning hoarsely, Lex thrust into Clarkís hand a few more
times before the pleasure overwhelmed him and he did just that. His nails
dug into the other manís thigh as he shook and spurted semen over Clarkís
"God," he gasped, rubbing his head against Clarkís
shoulder, "so good."
After letting Lex bask in the after-glow for a few seconds,
Clark lifted his hand to his lips, licking it clean. "Yeah," he
murmured, aware of his loverís gaze on him, "you could say Iím
"Iíve created a monster, havenít I?" Lex
groaned, reaching into the glove compartment for the wipes they kept there.
"But you really are, you know." He raised his head to kiss Clarkís
cheek, promising himself to do more once they were alone that night.
"A monster? Only if I get hungry." Seeing the eye
roll Lex gave in response to that, Clark laughed and slid his arm around the
older manís shoulders. He felt a cold nose press against his arm and
glanced to the side. "Yeah, I must be super. I got Sheri interested in
paying attention to you again. Watch it or sheís going to end up in your
Hastily rearranging his clothes, Lex glanced down.
"Decided to forgive me, have you, Empress?" He oophed softly when
she landed in his lap and curled up, pushing at his hand with her nose to
let him know he should be petting her. "Looks like I have a passenger
for a while."
Clark grinned over at the two of them and stroked Sheriís
head. "And youíre complaining that she loves you again. Right."
"Well, I didnít say that," Lex admitted,
chuckling as he petted her, then Gohan, whoíd poked his head over the seat
to see what was going on. "At least this way your folks wonít laugh
at me when we get there."
"They will if you have both of them in your lap when we
drive up." Clark had to laugh at Lexís expression. "But donít
worry, theyíll laugh at me more because of that thing I have to
"Someday weíre going to find a way to convince that
grey monster of yours that heís not a lapdog," Lex sighed. "But
not today, obviously," he added wryly as Gohan hopped into the front
seat as well, worming between them and dropping his chin on Clarkís leg
while Sheri huffed in displeasure at being disturbed.
"For the record, the costume isnít that bad. And itíll
keep peopleís attention away from your face," he added hastily when
he saw Clarkís expression.
Clark gave a wry smile at that. "Maybe I should wear
the glasses with it and not my regular clothes." He dropped a
hand to Gohanís head and rubbed his soft hair musingly.
Lex snorted a laugh, explaining hastily when Clark eyed him
oddly. "Sorry, love, just imagining the headlines if your glasses fell
off at twenty thousand feet and hit someone on the head. ĎSuperhero kills
innocent pedestrian with glasses of deathí," he snickered.
"So fucking funny..." Clark growled, shaking his
Lex tried manfully to restrain his mirth. "Maybe you
better keep the glasses for Clark Kent," he managed in a strangled
Letting out a sigh that rivaled Gohanís, Clark rested his
head against the neck brace, studying the road ahead of them. "Clark
Kent, professional dweeb - Iím overjoyed."
"Hmm, at least this way I wonít have to worry so much
about people trying to steal you away from me. Iíll be the only one who
knows exactly whatís under those glasses."
"And Chloe, and Dave, and my folks, and everyone in
Smallville," Clark groaned. "How the hell is this going to
Lex shrugged. "Chloe and Dave and your parents know the
truth. To everyone else, well, thousands of people start wearing glasses
every day. You spend a lot of time staring at a computer monitor. It gave
you eyestrain. No one will question it."
Clark nodded slowly. "So, do you have connections at an
eyeglass maker so the world doesnít know that mine just have plain glass
Lex raised his eyebrows. "You really have to ask?"
He shifted Sheri slightly in his lap as one leg started to go to sleep, and
she licked his hand, apparently having forgiven him.
The dogs went crazy as they pulled into the driveway, and
Clark stopped the car long enough for Lex to open the door and let them out
so that they could race toward the house, barking wildly the whole way.
"Gee, youíd almost think Sheri was a dog and not the
empress the way she was behaving," Clark chuckled,
"Ha ha." Lex watched the dogs bound around
Jonathan and Martha, whoíd come out onto the porch when they heard the
barking. "Come on, time to explain all this to your folks and see what
"Oh fun," Clark sighed, pulling up next to the
fence and climbing out only to find himself enveloped in a hug from his
mother that went on much longer than usual. "Iím okay, Mom,
"I know," Martha sighed, leaning back to look up
at her son. "Itís just that those pictures and all that
"Quite the costume, son," Jonathan observed,
stepping forward to hug him as well.
"Itís certainly memorable." Lex fought to hold
back a snicker when Clark glared at him.
"Mom, I canít believe you actually made that
thing!" Clark groaned. "How could you?"
"It was easy, dear," she laughed. "Lex drew
up the design and found the material. I cut it out and sewed it, and there
it was. Of course at the time I had no idea youíd be showing it off to all
"It shows off your assóets." Lexís noticeable
pause between syllables got him a dirty look from his lover and rolled eyes
from Clarkís parents. "Hey, no one who knows you would ever believe
that youíd be caught dead in it, so itís one more layer of
"I canít imagine why," Clark sighed. "And I
still canít believe you made it!"
"Itís a parentís greatest dream to embarrass their
child," Martha murmured.
This time Lex did snicker, then darted inside when Clark
glared and he thought he might end up with singe marks on his ass. "Iíll
set the table for lunch," he called back, knowing perfectly well Martha
would already have it done.
"Donít bother, Lex," she answered, taking Clarkís
arm while Jonathan bracketed him on the other side. "You can do the
dishes afterward, though."
"Sure," he replied easily, something that would
have stunned the many people whoíd faced Lex Luthor over a negotiating
table. "For one of your home-cooked meals, Martha, Iím happy to turn
my hand to manual labor." He grinned at them as they entered the
"And people say I tamed Lex Luthor," Clark
laughed. "It was really you and your pie, Mom!"
"Potato salad!" Lex, Jonathan and Martha chorused,
making them all laugh again.
"Thatís something I never thought Iíd see during my
life," Clark murmured, watching the Gotham City skyline loom closer as
he looked out the window of the Lexcorp jet. "Jor-El and my mother
discussing the best way to make a costume for me. It felt like I was
watching an alternate universe Martha Stewart video or something."
"I really donít think Iíd compare your mother to
that other Martha in her hearing unless you want her find ways to make it
look worse!" Lex laughed. "But at least Jor-El was able to come up
with ways to treat the fabric so that it can stand up to the same wear and
tear you do. Iím the only one who should be shredding clothes off
"Remind me to strip off the costume before I come home
then or youíll be getting really frustrated," Clark laughed.
"I plan to learn how to get you out of it or at the
very least how to get into it as soon as possible!" Lex had no
intention of allowing Superman or his costume to come between them.
"We can always ask Bruce and Dick for pointers,"
Clark offered. "What do you want to bet they have secret access panels
"Good point. We could probably ask them for a
demo," Lex teased, waiting for the blush.
"God, no!" Clark exclaimed, turning bright red and
glaring at Lex when he started laughing. "Knowing Dick, heíd do
Lex was still laughing when they exited the plane and headed
toward the waiting limo. "How much you want to bet theyíre going at
it in there?"
"I donít care how much you put up. Iím not peeking
in there, got it?"
"No peeking required. Thatís our ride, so weíre
getting in." Lex pulled the door open and stuck his head in, inquiring
blandly, "Everyone decent in here?"
"Come back in an hour," Dick Grayson muttered
though he and Bruce hadnít been doing anything more dangerous than
discussing whether they were going on patrol that night.
"Thatís Dick youíre talking about, Lex," Clark
laughed. "Is he ever decent?"
"Good point." Lex climbed into the limo, making a
face at Dick and ignoring Bruceís eye roll as he pulled Clark in after
him. "Well, gentlemen, I donít know if you saw the news Friday night,
but say hello to the newest member of the superhero club." He nodded
toward the blushing younger man.
"Yes, we caught your act on television. A very...
bright costume," Bruce observed, tongue-in-cheek.
Clark groaned and hid his face against Lexís shoulder.
Hearing Dickís snickers, he looked over at the other two men. "Lex
picked it out for a party, but at least it isnít hot pants and elf
Lex laughed at the immediate disgruntled expression on Dickís
face, while Bruce fought to remain expressionless. "But you had very
nice legs," Lex said sweetly to Dick, grinning at the snarl he got in
"Can we just leave them here, Bruce?" Dick sighed.
"No," Clark smiled back, "Lex here gets to
explain to Bruce how that bright thing Iím wearing was inspired by the Batís
Eyebrows rising, Bruce stared at Lex, who chuckled.
"Well, it is. If you ignore colors and the different
emblems, theyíre virtually identical except for the lack of rodent ears
and mask on Clark," Lex pointed out sweetly.
"The underwear on the outside are just a little more
noticeable on Clarkís," Dick commented, ignoring the glare the other
man shot at him. "So, letís hear how it happened - and why that
"The plane was going to crash, I could save it, so I
did," Clarkís version of the story was short and to the point.
"The costume was for a charity costume party where
Clark had to let me pick his outfit and I wanted to finally be able to show
him off... but that plane rather derailed my plans." Lex shrugged.
"So now we find ways to make Clark Kent look as different from Superman
as possible." He eyed Clark. "Pity about the glasses, but at least
this way I may not have to kill half of Metropolis for pawing you."
Bruce clamped a hand over Dickís mouth before his partner
could comment, preferring not to incite Lex to commit the first killing then
and there. "Glasses?" he inquired politely.
Clark sighed. "Since the one part of the costume Lex
didnít include was a mask, I need something to make me look different -
therefore the glasses. Enter Clark Kent, professional dweeb."
Dick snickered. "Well, thatís not much of a
"Careful, Dickie," Clark smiled dangerously.
"Donít want me to have to singe your namesake."
Lex snickered while Bruce placed a hand protectively over
Dickís threatened parts. "Kindly keep in mind that I didnít
say anything, and Iím rather fond of that portion of his anatomy as
Clark sighed, trying to look put upon, while Dick shot him a
killer glare even as he arched up into Bruceís touch. "Fine, fine, Iíll
leave the Grayson family jewels alone in exchange for heroing lessons,
"Youíre already a hero," Lex murmured, taking
"I agree with the sentiment if not the sappiness,"
Bruce observed. "Youíve been helping people for years, Clark. Youíre
just going to do it more publicly now, and Iíll be happy to teach you some
tricks for maintaining your privacy and keeping your own life as well."
He glanced at Dick, his eyes warm. "A caring, understanding lover is
the key, and you already have that."
"A good sex life doesnít hurt either," Dick
added, though the look he gave Bruce was tender.
Clark gave a wan smile and leaned against Lexís side.
"Guess Iíve got the hard parts covered then. The rest should be
"For you, Clark, pie," Lex chuckled, making the
other two laugh as well, having seen Clark in action when pie, especially
Martha Kentís pie, was involved. "But seriously..."
"But seriously, weíll help you as much as you can,
but youíre going to end up making your own way. We all do. Even Dick and I
handle things differently, though heís loosened me up some." Bruce
smiled at his lover.
"TMI," Lex muttered, unable to resist.
Dick chuckled even as he drew Bruce in for a kiss.
"Gee, I get Bruce to loosen up more, and Clark makes you a prude. Will
wonders never cease?"
Before Lex could say anything, Bruce said, "Iím
fairly certain that the word prude could never be used to describe Lex. And
Lex, youíve been spending too much time with Clark if you thought that
would make Dick blush."
Lex chuckled but didnít deny the charge.
Groaning, Clark closed his eyes and leaned his head against
Lexís shoulder. "Iím going to be known as Blushing Man or something
like that, I just know it."
"Virgin boy?" Dick asked, winking.
Three incredulous pairs of eyes fixed on him.
"Hello? This is Clark weíre talking about. I can
assure you that virginity is not an issue," Lex said dryly while Bruce
desperately tried not to burst into laughter at the look on Clarkís face.
"Physicality and attitude are two different
things," Dick answered knowingly. "I donít think Clarkís ever
going to lose that fresh from the farm innocence."
Clark groaned, not raising his head from Lexís shoulder.
"Someone shoot me now."
"Youíd just flatten the bullets," Lex replied,
which didnít seem to help much. "Hey, I happen to like that
innocence, Clark, so donít be in such a hurry to get rid of it. You remind
me of whatís real."
Bruce distracted Dick by kissing him, deciding that was the
only way Lex and Clark would be able to have a conversation without his
input... not that he needed an excuse to kiss his lover.
"An alien reminding you of whatís real - why does
that seem wrong on so many levels?" Clark asked, though he was smiling
at Lex as he said it.
"Because youíre the only one who doesnít see your
own worth," Lex replied softly, his pale blue eyes warm. "Youíre
more humanóand humaneóthan most who were born on this planet."
Clark had to smile at that. "Sounds like someone else I
know - and love."
Completely ignoring the other two in the car, who were
intent upon one another anyway just then, Lex cupped Clarkís cheek in the
palm of his hand and kissed him, murmuring, "Love you," just as
his lips touched Clarkís.
"Love you too," Clark sighed back, "but Iím
not going to do you in the limo in front of Bruce and Dick."
Lex burst into laughter, head falling to Clarkís shoulder.
"You nut. I think Iíve noticed your lack of enthusiasm for public
shows by now. But since you seem to be thinking about doing me, you can do
that later tonight."
"Damn, thatíll be a tough one. Promise I will unless
Bruce wears me out teaching me how to be a superhero, okay?"
"Hey, Bruce, no wearing Clark out," Lex instantly
called. "I have plans for him later."
"I think Clark is more than capable of handling both of
us," Bruce observed dryly.
"Comments like that are so getting you topped
tonight," Dick growled.
"Donít worry, Dick, Iím a one man alien,"
Clark said, recovering enough to grin at the other man.
"I didnít mean... Oh never mind," Bruce sighed,
knowing he wasnít going to win.
Lex snickered. "Good thing I knew that or youíd be in
little pieces. There are some things I just donít share, and Clarkís
right at the top of that list."
"Right before potato salad and Sheri," Clark
"Way before them," Lex replied with dignity.
"After all, I share my potato salad and my dog with you. Itís just
anyone else who would draw back a bloody stump," he said sweetly.
"Remind me not to get near his dog or his greasy
salad," Dick commented to Bruce.
"Remind me to tell your mother about that comment next
time he visits," Lex said to Clark. "Thereíll be lots more for
us after that. And we need to train Sheri to kill." He glared at Dick,
sighing when the other man just made a face.
"Canít you do anything with him, Bruce?"
"Why? I happen to love him just the way he is."
"The only way Sheri would kill someone is with her icy
glare," Clark grinned. "Gohan might lick him to death
"I thought you were the one with the licking fetish,
Kent," Dick laughed. "And of course Bruce loves me the way I am. Iím
Lex made gagging noises, and even Bruce eyed his lover
askance but forbore to comment. "Right," Lex muttered, shaking his
head. "Could we gag the boy wonder there so we can have a serious
discussion about this whole superhero thing?"
Bruce shrugged. "It seems to me that Clark has it well
in hand. Heís taking steps to keep himself and Superman separate. What
else did you want to know?"
Dick snickered and Clark ignored him, concentrating instead
on Bruce and his question. "I guess weíve got it under control with
the whole dual identity thing - physically at least - but how do you do it
emotionally? How do you become two different people in how you deal with
"In many ways you donít. Of course you have to
remember not to show your abilities as Clark Kent, but your beliefs donít
have to be different. At worst, you simply avoid talking about them and let
people make their own assumptions; thatís how Bruce Wayne came to be
perceived as a playboy dilettante." Bruce shrugged. "I just didnít
say anything, and people made up what they wanted to believe, despite all
evidence to the contrary... like a successful company.
"And to ground yourself, you need someone who knows who
and what you are and can remind you of the real you. I have Alfred and Dick;
you have Lex, your parents, your friends Chloe and Dave. Donít shut them
out. I made that mistake, and it nearly drove me mad as well as nearly
costing me Dick." His hand tightened around his loverís.
Clark nodded slowly, seeing the solemnity in both Bruce and
Dickís eyes regarding that topic and feeling a chill in his gut. "No,
I donít want to do that. But how - how do I protect them? What if
something happened where I had to choose who to... How do you do that?"
Bruce closed his eyes. "You pray it never comes to
that. Itís part of what we do to protect innocents, and I think that I
would no matter what, but if that cost me Dickís life... I donít think I
could go on," he admitted heavily, arm tightening around his lover.
For once Dick didnít try to crack a joke. "Feelingís
mutual, Bruce," he said quietly.
"I guess you do what you can and pray a lot,"
Clark murmured, swallowing hard but also feeling a deep sense of relief that
Lex wouldnít be out there risking his life every night.
"Or at least do everything in your power to safeguard
the ones you care about," Lex replied. If Clark would let him, he would
smooth every bump from Clarkís path, but fortunately for both of them,
Clark was too strong-willed to allow it.
Bruce didnít even hear either comment, his entire focus on
the young man in his arms. His feelings were too intense for words, but the
dark blue eyes said everything that was in his heart as he stared at Dick.
"Which I damn well intend to do," Clark replied,
resting his forehead against Lexís and closing his eyes, opening them when
he felt the car pull to a stop at Wayne Manor.
Lex simply leaned against Clark, enjoying the sensation of
their bodies pressed together. "Have I told you yet today that I love
you?" he murmured, one hand rising to pet Clarkís hair.
Clark smiled. "Yup, but feel free to say it again - itíll
help me survive my life in spandex."
Lex somehow managed to neither laugh nor choke. "But
you look so cute in your bright jammies. And I do love you, and
remember that you love me too!" he added quickly.
"Iím trying to remember that, I really am."
"Well, I could remind you, but you usually stop me from
doing stuff like that when other people are around."
"Especially when thereís a bed in the guest room the
two of you can use," Dick commented drolly, having finally assured both
Bruce and himself that neither of them was dying.
"Nope, gotta learn the heroing stuff first."
"Why do I suddenly feel like the reward for a job well
done?" Lex muttered wryly, exchanging grins with Bruce.
"Because thatís what you are?" Clark suggested,
causing Dick to collapse against Bruceís side, laughing.
"Gee, nice to know my place in the universe."
"How the mighty have fallen," Bruce snickered,
enjoying this way too much for Lexís liking.
"Like you arenít wrapped around the finger of a
certain Boy Wonder!"
"More than a finger, Lex," Dick smirked.
Clark groaned, shaking his head and opening the limo door.
"Itís okay, baby, we can go hide in our room after
you take brooding lessons from Bruce," Lex crooned as he climbed out.
"Clark brooding? Thatís a good one!" Dick
"The laughing idiot does have a point," Clark
sighed. "How can I brood without a mask? Hell, I donít think I can
brood, period. Mope, yes, brood, not a chance."
"I could cut you off if you think it would help,"
Lex offered cheerfully, smirking.
Clarkís eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "That
wouldnít make me brood - itíd make me homicidal!"
Lex burst into laughter, hugging him while Bruce and Dick
tried to muffle their own mirth. "Donít worry, Clark. If I thought
that was likely, Iíd kidnap you and hide us away from the world
"Would it mean I wouldnít have to wear the
costume?" Clark asked hopefully.
Lex pretended to think about it. "Hmm, a naked sex
slave all my own. I could get into that."
"Yeah, but try explaining it to Martha and
Jonathan," Dick laughed as they all walked up the steps, greeting
Alfred as the elderly gentleman opened the door.
Lex winced. "Iíd rather take a space walk without an
"It would be safer," Bruce agreed.
"No arguments from me on that one," Clark nodded.
"So do I get to train Lex to be a good side-kick while
you work on Clark, Bruce?" Dick inquired.
Much later in the evening, Clark sank down onto the sofa
next to Lex, immediately turning to lay his head in the older manís lap.
"Iím invulnerable, right?" At Lexís nod, he continued. "I
know I canít get hurt, but, man, with what Bruce just put me though, I
feel like I should be aching all over."
"I know exactly what you mean. He taught me
self-defense years ago." Lex winced at the memory. "I had aches in
muscles I didnít know I had. But he really is the best, and heíll make
you better. And I have to admit that knowing that you have his skill makes
me feel better." Lex chuckled wryly. "After all, the strength to
crush diamonds to dust shouldnít be enough for anyone."
Clark nodded, closing his eyes. "He gave me a new
appreciation for balance, had me on the floor so many times it wasnít
Lex growled. "Iím the only one who should have you on
the floor. Tell him to save those moves for Dick!"
"Oooo, good one, Luthor," Clark mumbled, turning
his face to press his cheek against Lexís stomach and relaxing totally.
"You know what I meant."
"I donít care," Lex replied sulkily. "Youíre
mine. I donít like the idea of someone else all over you, even if it is
Bruce." He knew he was being absurd, but it was true. It didnít help
that he kept remembering that reporter Lois Lane pawing at Clark.
Clark opened one eye and looked up at his lover. "Lex,
are you telling me youíre jealous of Bruce Wayne - the same Bruce Wayne
who has a boyfriend who is almost as rabid about him as you are about
"I donít care. He was on top of you," Lex
growled, his fingers clenching possessively in Clarkís hair. "I think
I need to remind you who you belong to."
Deciding it wasnít worth arguing about what had happened
as he actually rather enjoyed it when Lex got in these moods, Clark smiled.
"You, Sheri and Gohan, right?"
"In this respect me only!" Lexís hand slid down
Clarkís body, moving unerringly to the stirring flesh between his legs. He
watched Clarkís face as he cupped him, letting the heat of his hand rouse
"Ugh, yeah. Donít really want to think about doing
this with the dogs," Clark muttered, before taking a deep breath and
arching his body up against Lexís hand.
"I canít tell you how relieved I am to hear
that," Lex chuckled, distracted by Clarkís movements. "God, youíre
beautiful. I want to make you come like this, with my hand, and watch
you." Long, clever fingers slid under the waistband of Clarkís
workout pants and curled around the thickening shaft, pumping him lightly.
Clark shuddered and turned his face toward Lexís stomach
again, inhaling deeply to fill his nostrils with the other manís scent
even as he rubbed his face against the smooth cotton of Lexís shirt.
"Like I want to have anyone but you touch me like this," he
"Convenient how that works out, isnít it?" Lex
stroked him harder, smiling faintly when Clarkís hips rose involuntarily,
pushing into his hand before falling back to the couch. "I love
"Really? I couldnít tell, I mean, the way you try to
cover me up all the time." Clark groaned low in his throat and rocked
up against Lexís hand again, loving the fact that Lex knew exactly how to
"Cover you up?" Lex laughed. "Hardly. I
rather enjoy watching peopleís tongues loll out when they see you and
knowing that Iím the only one who gets to touch. Like this." His
fingertips slid farther, lightly stroking the soft, sensitive skin behind
"Was - was trying for sarcastic there, Krillin,"
Clark panted, spreading his legs wider and squirming at the feathery
"Itís kind of hard to tell around the moans and
whimpers." Lex smirked at him, a single finger gliding along the
channel between Clarkís cheeks, then circling the fluttering opening, just
barely touching him.
"Did - didnít whimper."
"Of course you didnít," Lex crooned, leaning
over to blow puffs of air over the straining head of Clarkís erection
peeking out from his waistband.
At that point, Clark did whimper. "Lex..."
"Thatís me. And youíre Clark." Lex pushed
Clarkís pants a bit lower, exposing more of his cock. As Clark shivered,
Lex pushed a finger inside him and wrapped his free hand around the rigid
shaft at the same instant.
"Uh huh." Clark managed to focus his eyes on Lex
despite the pleasure coursing through him. "Clark, not the S-man."
"No, Supermanís in the public domain. Clark, however,
is all mine." Lex drove two fingers deeper, stroking over Clarkís
prostate, and his other hand tightened as he stroked over Clarkís cock,
his wrist adding a twisting motion.
That simple statement combined with Lexís expert
stimulation of his body drove Clark over the edge, and he came, barely
managing to keep from screaming with pleasure as he sent gouts of semen over
Lexís hand and his stomach.
Lex kept stroking him till the last spasm had passed, then
he raised his hand to his mouth and licked it clean, never looking away from
the pleasure-dazed green eyes staring up at him.
When Clark finally recovered, he sighed before pulling Lex
down for a kiss that tasted like himself. "Clark and the S-man
are both all yours," he murmured before turning his head to rub his
cheek against the bulge tenting Lexís trousers.
"Tell that to Lois Lane," Lex grumbled
half-heartedly, unable to work up a really good jealous anger when Clark was
rubbing against him like a cat. "I still think sheíd do very well in
"She met him once," Clark replied patiently,
breathing the words against Lexís groin. "Heíll avoid her from now
on, I promise."
"G-good," Lex gasped, back arching as he tried to
get closer to that teasing mouth. "I prefer you to concentrate on
"And Iíd prefer you to fuck me." Clark pulled
back and sat up, smiling an invitation at Lex.
Lex didnít waste breath replying, instead flipping over on
top of Clark and tugging at his pants, suddenly desperate to free himself
and feel bare skin against skin. Groaning, he settled between Clarkís
legs, heavy-lidded blue eyes staring down wildly as he positioned himself,
suddenly too hungry for Clark to bother with any further preparation.
He pressed inside Clarkís pleasure-relaxed body, a harsh
sound of excitement tearing from his throat.
Still somewhat constrained by his pants, Clark growled and
flexed his legs, tearing the nylon track pants to shreds, freeing his legs
and allowing Lex to slide farther into him. "All yours," he
repeated, tightening his ass around Lexís cock as they rocked together.
Lex moaned his wordless agreement, hips moving faster and
faster. After watching Clark, he was too hot to last long, and all he wanted
was to come deep, buried inside the heat of Clarkís body. He cried out
sharply, his back arching and his head falling back as his body tightened,
trembling on the brink of climax.
Feeling the tension running through Lexís body, Clark
circled his hips hard, momentarily lifting Lex off the sofa cushions.
Pleasure transformed Lexís expression, and Clark drank in the changes,
getting as much fulfillment from Lexís orgasm as he had from his own.
Lex collapsed atop Clark, tiny aftershocks of pleasure still
running through him, and he stroked the broad chest beneath his cheek.
"You sure I canít interest you in the position of my naked sex slave
for life?" he panted laughingly, sighing when he slipped out of Clark
as he settled into his favorite position, his fingers curling around the
leather band lying on Clarkís collarbone.
"I thought you liked me in spandex," Clark
chuckled, catching Lexís hand and kissing the spot where his Smallville
High ring rested against Lexís ring finger.
"Of course I do, but only an idiot wouldnít like you
naked." Lex gazed fondly at him. "Then again, I get the best of
both worlds since I get to peel you out of the spandex."
"As long as nothing toxicís been spilled on it."
Even though he knew nothing could hurt Clark, Lex still
growled at the thought of toxic substances on him. "Please try to avoid
that sort of thing. My nerves couldnít take it."
"Iíll try," Clark promised, though both he and
Lex knew that if Superman had to bathe in the stuff to save someone, he
Lex sighed. "Now I know how the partners of cops feel,
waiting for their men to come home. At least I know you will. And then Iíll
get really amazing sex when you try to make it up to me for disappearing
"Just like the sex Iíll get when you get elected
President and get stuck in a Cabinet meeting all night, right?"
"Just about," Lex agreed, laughing. "Good
thing weíre perfect for each other because I donít think anyone else
could take us."
Clark grinned at that. "Especially Bruce, got it?"
"And you call me crazy jealous," Lex snorted.
"I was talking about you getting that way
because of me training with Bruce, fool," Clark sighed, shaking his
Lex had to laugh. "Well, I think weíve found a good
way to lull my insecurities. Iíll just have to fuck you blindóor vice
versaóafter every session."
"Damn this superheroing is hard work."
What Clark really thinks of