The Conscience of the King
Orithain and Rina
Disclaimer: Not ours or theyíd be a lot happier.
Humming to himself, Clark dialed Lexís private number and, tucking the phone between his shoulder and ear, pickled up an apple, tossing it from hand to hand while he waited for the older man to pick up at his end. At Lexís exasperated ĎWhat?í he chuckled, imagining the harried look on his face as he was dragged away from whatever project held his attention at the time.
"Hey, sorry to bug you, but I needed to ask you a question about this thing youíre having this weekend. Is it okay if I bring a date?"
Lex bit back a groan. "Seeing Lana again? Or is it Chloe this time?" He was so tired of watching Clark go back and forth between those two, but it was a best friendís job to be supportive, even when he thought Clark was being an idiot. "Sure, bring whichever one along."
"Well... itís not either of them if you want to know the truth. Thatís not a problem is it? I mean, for the seating arrangements or whatever?"
"No, not at all." Lex was proud that his voice gave no indication that he was speaking through gritted teeth. "So whoís the lucky lady? You didnít mention that you were seeing someone new."
"Nameís Terry, just moved here from Florida," Clark answered, smiling to himself.
Great, now heís dating Malibu Barbie. The glare Lex gave his computer should have left the machine a heap of molten scrap. "Trying the blonde beach bunny type now, are you? Maybe she can try out for the Sharksí cheerleader squad." Lex wondered if he was doing permanent damage to his teeth by gritting them so much.
Clark was now snickering audibly. "Terryís more into football than gymnastics."
"Oh god, not another rabid feminist?" Lex groaned. "That one you dated once last fall almost hit me for opening a door for her. Youíre going to have to save my life again if this oneís like that."
"Terry might hit you if you called him that."
"Him?" He had to take a mouthful of his water before he could continue. "Is there something you havenít told me, Clark?"
"Hmm? Oh, you mean that Terryís a guy? Sorry. Itís not a problem, is it?"
"Of course not. But so far as I know youíve always been the poster boy for heterosexuality. What changed?" And why didnít I know about it?
"Thereís a lot you donít know about me, Lex," Clark said mysteriously, giving a nervous laugh. "So is it okay? I wonít bring him if it makes you uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable?" Lex laughed. "Clark, have you ever actually read any of the stories about me? Bring whomever you like." And Iíll try to restrain myself from ripping his heart out.
"Okay." Clark sounded relieved. "And just to let you know, I donít read stories about you because theyíre all a bunch of B.S. I prefer getting my facts firsthand."
"Oh. I just thought you were uncomfortable discussing it." Lex suddenly had to wonder if heíd been making assumptions based on an error for the last couple of years. If so, and if heíd missed his chance because of it, he was going to kill someone. Preferably this Terry person. "Iím bi. I thought you knew."
"Not a clue, but itís cool - I mean that we both are." Clark paused. "Think you could give me some tips, like how you did when I was chasing Lana?"
Lex wondered if Clark heard that snarl. "Sorry, Clark, itís been so long I can hardly remember. Iím sure you donít have any trouble attracting anyone on your own." This was going to be a two bottle of whisky night. Maybe three. He hadnít tried alcohol poisoning and having his stomach pumped since his teens, and tonight might be a good time to see if he remembered the experience properly.
Clark sighed. "Okay, if you say so. Sure you donít feel like coming over so we can talk about it? Or I can come over there..."
About to say no, Lex realized that if Clark was with him, he couldnít be with Terry, and he changed his mind almost in mid-word. "Sure. I wasnít getting much done anyway." He ruthlessly shut down his computer, ignoring the reports heíd intended to go over that night. "I could use the break. Want me to order anything?"
"Pizza if youíre hungry?" Clark offered. "Mom made some chocolate-chocolate chip cookies that I can bring for dessert."
"Sounds good. Iíll order the pizza and it should get here about the same time you do. Then you can tell me all about Terry." Lex tried not to sneer the name, but he wasnít entirely sure he was successful.
"Great! Iíll be there in half an hour or so." After saying goodbye, Clark hung up the phone and grinned. "Stage one complete, now on to stage two..."
Lex glared at the phone for long moments, realizing that he hadnít got the new boyfriendís last name so he couldnít even run a check on him yet. He was sure the beach bum had to be up to no good, but heíd get the details from Clark as soon as he got there. Now to order enough food to keep Clark happy for a while.
"Hey, Lex," Clark called, walking into the game room and setting the foil-wrapped plate of cookies on the table. "Did the pizza get here yet?"
"Just," Lex replied, coming in the opposite door with two bottles of beer. "The delivery man just called up from the gate, and I knew that you couldnít be far behind. Youíre like a bloodhound when it comes to pizza."
Clark chuckled as he accepted the beer and dropped down onto the floor to lean back against the sofa. "Hey, what can I say, I know what I like."
"Which brings us to Terry. Give." Lex sank down beside Clark, knowing that one of the servants would bring the pizza in.
"What do you want to know? What he looks like? How we met?" At Lexís nod, Clark grinned. "We met at Fordmanís, and heís shorter than me with blue eyes."
"You found a short Whitney clone?"
Clark bit back a bark of laughter. "Whitney wasnít the only person in Smallville with blue eyes, Lex."
"He was one of the few blue-eyed, blond football players. I didnít really think that was your type."
"Did I say he was blond or a football player? God, Lex, youíre really jumping to conclusions here."
"You said he was from Florida and liked football." Lex wondered how heíd ended up on the defensive. He didnít like it.
"Not everyone from Florida has blond hair, Lex," Clark laughed, "and liking football doesnít mean you play it; look at me."
"Fine, fine, so heís not a Whitney clone. What is he? This is the first Iíve heard of this paragon, so some details please." Lex glanced up as the pizza was brought in, and he leaned forward to get a slice, realizing that he was hungry.
"Hang on." Clark grabbed his own slice, devouring half of it before swiping at his mouth with a napkin and sighing in pleasure. "Letís see... heís smart, wants to be a scientist, and heís cute. And if you want to know the truth, I havenít even kissed him yet, so Iím a little nervous in that regard."
"Well, itís not really any different than kissing a girl, and youíve done that before," Lex replied before taking a neat bite of his pizza. "Mouths are the same. Itís when you get below the waist that things change," he chuckled. He really wanted to have this science-geek beach bum killed or at least shipped off to some obscure corner of the world.
"Wow, Lex, really? I never would have guessed," Clark replied dryly. "So whatís it like?"
"Sarcasm will not get you the benefit of my wisdom, grasshopper," Lex intoned, then smiled at Clarkís expression. "Well, so far as I know you donít have anything to compare it to," he started. "But sex with another man is usually a little less civilized. And yes, I know Iím speaking in generalities but since I donít know when the person in question is the before or after from a muscle-building ad, itís hard to be more specific."
Clark shrugged and finished his slice of pizza before reaching for another one. "Heís not the Terminator, but heís not a wimp either if that helps. By less civilized do you mean hotter or rawer?"
"Rawer definitely. Which isnít to say that women donít like down and dirty fucking sometimes, but theyíre more likely to want to Ďmake loveí," Lex replied, shrugging. "Guys think with their dicks, especially in their teens. Put two guys together, and youíre not going to get a ballad. But you will have a lot of fun. You just have to figure out if you like to top or bottom or both, and the only way you can is by doing."
"I just canít picture it, you know. What it would be like." Clark sighed and downed the rest of his beer. "You know, where things go or how to give head or anything."
Lexís jaw dropped. "Clark, I donít think thereís been a teenaged male of any species with a dick in the entire history of the universe that couldnít figure out a blowjob."
"The mechanics, yeah, but whatís the difference between a crappy one and a good one?" Clark pressed.
"Jesus, Clark!" Lex took a gulp of his beer. "Itís not exactly something you can learn by talking about it. Keep your lips over your teeth so you donít hurt him, and just do what would feel good to you."
"But Iíve never had it done to me," Clark protested. "How will I know?"
"God, watch a porn movie, check the internet, I donít know! What do you want me to do, demonstrate?"
Clark bit his lower lip to keep from grinning. "Would you?" he asked hopefully.
Lex sputtered, actually shocked speechless. He could only stare wide-eyed at Clark, not knowing what to do or say.
"Never mind, forget I asked that," Clark sighed, looking back down at his pizza before setting it aside. "Kent foot in mouth disease strikes again."
Suddenly realizing that heíd been offered exactly what he wanted and was about to lose it again, Lex hastily said, "Are you sure? I mean, donít you want to share that with Terry?" The sneer was very clear that time.
"About Terry..." Clark ducked his head and licked his lips.
"What about Terry?" Lex asked suspiciously, recognizing that guilty expression.
Clark looked up again, meeting Lexís gaze. "Did you mean you would demonstrate?"
Lex nearly growled as Clark ignored his question. "Why not?" he replied, trying to sound indifferent when he was so hard it hurt. "You might as well learn from the best."
"Even if Terry didnít exist?"
"Even ifó" Lex stopped and stared hard at Clark, finally smiling slowly. "Especially then."
Clark smiled as well and breathed a sigh of relief. "I had to do something to wake you up, Lex."
"So all of this was your way of seducing me?" Lex started to laugh. "You always did have a unique way of doing things." He moved closer until there was barely a breath of space between them, the pizza forgotten as they stared at each other.
"I wasnít sure if you were interested. I thought you might be, but..." Clark shrugged. "You have no idea how relieved I was when you got jealous."
"So much for me not being obvious." Lex smiled wryly. "Iíve wanted you for years, Clark, a lot longer than is probably healthy. But Iíd gotten so used to not letting myself think about it or even acknowledge it, that Iíd never have said anything to you." He turned to face Clark directly. "Iíd forgotten that youíre not a kid anymore."
"Do you want proof?" Clark asked, leaning in over the pizza box to kiss Lex. It was clumsy until they got the angle right, but then he proved he had picked up some technique between Chloe and Lana.
When Clark finally pulled back, Lex remained leaning forward for a moment, blinking dazedly before he finally remembered to sit back. "Well. You know, Iím not sure that Iím convinced yet. Care to give me some more proof?"
Clark licked his lips and swallowed hard. "If I jumped you, would that be proof enough?" he asked, feeling his face heat as he blushed.
"I think it would go a long way toward it, yes." Lex was finally smiling widely as his mind caught up with his body and realized that this was really happening.
Clark shoved the pizza box out of the way, vaguely noticing that he knocked their beer bottles over as well but not really caring. Once he had a clear shot at Lex, he tackled the older man to the floor, kissing him hungrily.
Lex just moaned into the kiss and let himself be pounced, arms and legs wrapping around Clark and holding him close as he arched up and rubbed against him. This was what heíd been dreaming of for years, and he wasnít going to complain about how he got it.
After long, enjoyable moments of exploring Lexís mouth, Clark pulled back to look down at him, smiling slightly. "So, what would you have done if there had been a Terry?"
Lexís expression darkened. "Iím glad I wonít have to find out." He watched Clark carefully. "Every man needs a conscience, and I think youíre going to have to be mine."
"Just call me Jiminy," Clark smiled.
"Youíre not going to carry a top hat and cane and burst into song, are you?"
"God, no!" Clark laughed, swatting Lex on the shoulder and rolling off him. "Though that would make you Ďthe little wooden boyí."
Lex snorted as he sat up. "You might get splinters."
"Gross!" Clark batted at Lexís arm and collapsed back against the sofa, laughing. "So, does this mean youíll be my date tomorrow?"
"Are you sure youíre ready for that? My private life doesnít stay private, as you know. Everyone will know weíre dating, including your parents," Lex warned.
"Yeah, well, if they donít like it, too bad," Clark muttered, wincing as he anticipated his fatherís reaction to this.
Lex stared at him searchingly, then nodded. "All right then. Iíd be delighted to be your date tomorrow night. At least weíll be on our own ground for our first public appearance, and I know there wonít be any reporters snapping pictures."
"Which means I wonít have to be your conscience about strangling them."
Lex just smiled faintly, not denying it. "I have a feeling our lives are about to get very interesting, even by Smallville standards."