Orithain and Rina
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"So you and Lara never... got together to conceive me?"
Clark was sprawled on a rug on the dirt floor of the storm cellar,
oblivious to the winter chill that pervaded the underground space. His
history book was open in front of him, but he was more interested in
learning about his birth parents than about the Depression.
"That is correct. Kryptonian society had evolved past the point of
needing physical coupling to fertilize an embryo."
"So what was the point of getting married then? You said that you
and Lara didn't even live in the same place. Was it political or
The image of Jor-El frowned. "I did not mean to imply that there
were no emotions involved, simply that bonds are viewed differently than
what you are used to. We had evolved beyond the need for physical
gratification; companionship was the key to searching for one's mate, that
and genetic compatibility to ensure the future generations."
"Gee." Clark wrinkled his nose and tried not to look skeptical.
"That sounds... friendly. How do life-mates fit into that? I mean, if
things were supposed to be so neat and companion like, what happened when
people couldn't keep their hands off each other?"
"It was never a common occurrence and grew rarer as the years
progressed. You have found a very rare thing with your mate, Kal-El."
"Clark, and I know. I tell myself that every day."
"Clark?" The voice preceded Lex's arrival in the cellar, and he
headed straight for Clark. "Hi there," he purred, sinking down
into the other man's lap to kiss him thoroughly. "I'm all done with
meetings and have the weekend free. Lexcorp is on its own for a couple of
"Hi, Jor-El," he added over his shoulder, still not sure how
much of the Kryptonian man's personality was included in the ship's AI.
Brushing the snowflakes off of Lex's black overcoat before unbuttoning it
and sliding his arms underneath to curl around Lex's torso, Clark smiled,
unable to resist licking a melting droplet off his temple.
"Good day, LexLuthor. Kal-El and I were discussing Kryptonian mating
customs. Perhaps you would care to join in?"
Clark's eyes widened, and he felt his face heat in a blush. "Get
your mind out of the gutter," he snapped before Lex could say whatever
had brought the gleam into his blue eyes.
"Moi?" Lex inquired with spurious innocence. "I'm
hurt, devastated, that you would think that I would resort to crudity. For
shame, Mr. Kent." Grinning at Clark's expression and not daring to
check Jor-El's, Lex relented. "So what have we learned about
"That I'm glad I don't live with them," Clark muttered under
his breath, hoping that the AI's hearing wasn't as good as his own. "I
was asking him about how--when he and Lara conceived me."
"What do you mean how? As far as I can see, all the parts are the
same. Is there something odd you haven't told me about yet?" Lex looked
startled and a little nervous.
"Kryptonians and human beings are biologically compatible."
"Thanks, Jor-El. No, I meant..." Clark looked furtively at the
hologram then leaned closer to Lex's ear. "They don't have sex! Some
techie guys took a sample from Jor-El and one from Lara, stuck them in a
"Incubation pod," Jor-El broke in.
"And let me cook!"
"You're a test tube baby?" Lex said, shocked. "Okay, this
is a surprise. I mean, the way we react to each other... What about that?
We're going for new levels of weirdness here."
"Everyone on Krypton was a test tube baby." Clark's expression
said very eloquently what he thought of that. "As for us... Jor-El was
just getting to that when you came in."
"The bond between the two of you is quite interesting. I wish that I
could study it fully instead of only from what input I am able glean from
watching you. As I was telling Kal-El, there were fewer and fewer cases of
life-matings being recorded every year. It was something that was viewed by
the younger generations as a myth. In those cases, physical coupling was
known to occur, but even then, rarely."
"'Rarely'?" Lex snorted. "That definitely does not apply
to us. Even granting that Clark's a teenager and assuming that has the same
hormonal impact on Kryptonians as it does on humans and that I'm not that
much older, we have a ridiculous--and wonderful--amount of sex. Or is that
an affect of the meteors or me being human?"
Clark stayed silent, waiting for Jor-El's response.
"From what I have monitored of the recreational broadcasts of your
world, you humans spend an inordinate amount of time preoccupied with
physical gratification. It is no wonder, given that upbringing, that Kal-El
would be more susceptible to the demands of his body."
"So I'm horny because of MTV?" Clark asked, trying not to
Lex burst into laughter. "Sorry, Jor-El, that makes as much sense as
blaming TV for violence. If the urges aren't there, it won't create them. Or
are you simply trying to avoid admitting that you don't know why we're so...
"Look, what kind of facilities do you have? Are you just the ship's
computer, or can you do more with access to more? I don't know what to look
for, but can you do anything with blood samples from each of us?"
In the silence that followed, the hologram appeared to be deep in
thought. "When I was first activated, I scanned both of you to try and
determine the cause of your bonding as it was quite interesting and
puzzling. It is possible that I might be able to pinpoint a root cause given
enough time and information. Is there a reason for this request?"
"And how are you going to get a blood sample from me?"
"No reason aside from pure scientific curiosity," Lex admitted
a little sheepishly, glancing at Clark to check on his reaction. "Well,
that and wanting to be prepared if something else happens. Which reminds me,
it is the women on Krypton who can bear the children, right? Even if
"Yes, before we developed the proper technology, the females carried
and bore our offspring."
"Lex, why..." Clark's eyes bugged out, and he swatted his lover
lightly. "I think if I could get pregnant, it would have happened a
long time ago. Pregnant, a guy, gross!"
"Just wanted to be sure, Clark. That kind of surprise we don't
need." He grinned at the teenager. "Are you saying you wouldn't
want to bear my lovechild?" Somehow, he managed to keep a straight face
as he said it.
"Two words for you, Krillin. Fuck. You."
"And two for you: Please do." Lex smirked.
Clark groaned. "Jor-El, do you have any information in your data
about how to punish recalcitrant humans?"
"No, you were not meant to be an invasion force, Kal-El, but to
blend in with the planet's inhabitants. Such knowledge was not deemed
Laughing, Lex pushed to his feet. "I actually came down here to tell
you that dinner will be ready in about half an hour." He glanced at his
watch. "Ten minutes now. We should probably go back to the house."
"Kay." Clark stood as well, gathering up the blanket and his
textbook. Buttoning Lex's coat up again, he followed the older man out of
the cellar. "Night, Jor-El."
"Good night, Kal-El. Good night LexLuthor." There was a soft
'snick' as the pod sealed up again.
"So," Clark smiled, "how was your day, dear?"
"Clark, if you start wearing pearls while making dinner, I don't
care about the bond; I'm running for it!"
"I'll only do that if you come in saying that you were a little hard
on the Beaver last night." Snickering, Clark bent and scooped up some
of the snow that had started to accumulate, dropping it down Lex's collar
and racing for the house when he let out a howl.
Dancing around wildly as he tried to shake the snow out of his sweater,
once it had finally melted, Lex quickly packed together a ball and hurled it
after Clark, then rapidly followed that one with several more until he
nailed him. Fortunately for him, Clark never used his speed when they were
fooling around. "I am so going to get you for that."
"When?" Clark ducked behind the fence, shaking his face to
clear his eyes of the splattered snow from a direct hit. Grabbing up a
loosely packed ball of the fluff, he lobbed it at Lex, giving him time to
escape. "You said dinner's in ten minutes; we need to get inside!"
"We'll continue this later, Kent!" Lex warned, dropping the
handful of snow he held and coming up beside him. "But I'm not telling
your mother that we're late for dinner because we were playing in the
snow," he said ruefully.
"I'm terrified," Clark replied, keeping a totally straight
face. "And where's Chloe when you need her? Can you imagine the spread
in the Ledger? 'Lex Luthor spotted assaulting teen lover with
"Don't encourage her," Lex sighed, arm going around his waist.
"I swear she's made it her goal this year to come up with the weirdest
possible headlines about me. I live in constant dread of what the next one
Waving when he caught sight of his mother looking out the door for them,
Clark laughed aloud. "Well, I hate to say it, but better you than me.
Can you imagine what she'd print if she got the chance to talk to Jor-El?"
Lex shuddered. "'Billionaire and alien shacked up in lovenest'?"
he suggested, easily able to imagine it. "And I refuse even to think
about what she might come up with about Kryptonian procreation."
Dismissing Chloe from his mind for the moment, he glanced up at Clark.
"How are you really with all this?"
Clark shrugged and stopped walking when they were up on the porch and out
of the light snow. "Glad that I have you, Mom, and Dad to help me deal
with it," he answered without a moment's thought. "Sort of
relieved, because now we understand why I can do what I can do and why we
were so nuts when we couldn't be together." In the two months since his
birthday, Clark had had many conversations with the AI representation of his
biological father, and because of them, he felt more accepting of his past
and the things that had happened when he arrived.
"I think it relieved your parents as well." Once Jonathan and
Martha had understood that there was a concrete reason for their near
obsession with one another, they'd found ways for the boys to be together
more often, including frequent sleepovers both ways. "Which certainly
made it easier for us, not that I notice it getting any easier to be apart
though. I think Jor-El may have underestimated how long it would take for
this to stabilize. Then again, I don't exactly mind having to spend the
night with you."
"It's such a hardship," Clark chuckled. "Just be glad I
don't get cold, so I don't care when you hog the covers." He kissed Lex
as he said that and pushed open the door, breathing deeply to inhale the
scent of pot roast and fresh biscuits.
"Take off your boots!" Martha ordered, not wanting her clean
floors tracked up. "Did you learn anything new today, Clark?" She
was still uneasy about the ship, but it had been harder for Jonathan, facing
the image of the man who was Clark's biological father. Fortunately, it
didn't seem to have changed anything for Clark, who still thought of them as
his real parents.
Lex snickered, hanging his coat on the hook and padding over in his
stocking feet to see if he could sneak a taste of anything.
Placing his boots on the rag rug to dry and his book in his backpack and
hanging up his light jacket, Clark walked over to the sink to wash his
hands. "I just talked to him about how I was born. Do you know he and
Lara never... ummmm?... were together? Just another thing that makes me glad
I found you and Dad. Having parents that distant would really suck." He
cut a glance over at Lex as he said this, but his boyfriend seemed too
intent on stealing a bite of the roast to notice.
"Lex," Martha said, eyeing his fingers as they hovered
millimeters over the meat. "Wash your hands, and then I'll think about
letting you taste it."
Caught, Lex sighed and retreated to the sink. "Why do I keep feeling
that I've gone backward from my twenties to my teens?" Hands washed and
dried, he headed back for the roast. "Look, Mom, all clean. Wanna check
behind my ears too?"
As Clark snickered, Martha caught Lex's ear between her fingers and
looked behind it. "Hmmm, someone needs a bath."
"Hey!" Lex stared at her in utter disbelief, mouth open,
looking absolutely stunned.
Weak-kneed from laughter, Clark slid down the cabinets next to the sink
to sit on the floor, rocking back and forth and holding his sides. "Oh
God! Your face! You got him good, Mom."
Martha bent down and looked behind Clark's ears as well. "And Lex
isn't the only one. Are you trying to grow potatoes back there, young
Trying to regain control, Lex grinned at her. "Are you telling us to
go take a bath, Martha? I think dinner might be delayed."
She gave him a look but then smiled and swatted him. "Behave or it
will be peanut butter and jelly for you."
Clark wiped at his teary eyes with his sleeve, still unable to get up.
"Hey, a little help here?" he asked, spotting his father coming in
the door and waving a hand in his direction.
Looking a bit confused, Jonathan glanced at his son and greeted Lex.
"Did I miss something?"
"Just my total humiliation," Lex sighed, trying to look
"It was a beautiful sight, Dad," Clark snickered. "Mom got
Martha shook her head, giving Jonathan an innocent look. "Get off
the floor unless you plan on cleaning it, Clark, and help set the
"Yeah, Clark, or I may have to take 'useful' away from you,"
Lex teased, reaching for the silverware before he got himself into trouble.
"Ooo, I'm so scared!" Clark shot back, pushing himself up off
the floor and grabbing the plates, doling them out around the kitchen table
after Lex had the silverware laid out.
"And to think I used to be a feared and respected businessman,"
Lex sighed, tossing a wadded up napkin at him. "Now I'm the straight
man for a hormonal alien teenager. How the mighty have fallen."
Martha carried the platter with the roast over and set it on the table
before stepping back out of the way so that Jonathan could set the biscuits
and broccoli down as well. "You've just been domesticated, Lex. There's
no harm in that."
Lex made a face at the description, but he couldn't deny it. And looking
at the tall teenager who was responsible for the whole thing, he couldn't
say that he really minded either. It was just that it was such a change from
the way he'd been only a couple of years ago, clubbing and wilder than the
Kents could ever imagine. "Guess that makes you the lion tamer,
"It helps when getting bit doesn't hurt," Clark laughed, though
he knew that teeth weren't Lex's most deadly weapons. There was a streak of
utter ruthlessness in his lover, though he'd seen it tempered by their time
together and was glad of it.
"Ha ha. You're so funny." Lex caught himself actually
considering sticking his tongue out and wondered when he'd lost control of
his life. Oh yeah, right about the time he went off a bridge with a teenaged
alien hood ornament. Sinking down into 'his' chair and looking around the
room, he decided that the loss of a little dignity was more than made up for
by what he'd gained.
"I know," Clark grinned before looking down at his plate,
concentrating on his father saying the blessing.
Only the prayer stopped Lex from retorting, and he sat quietly,
respecting their beliefs if not sharing them. Once done, they started
passing the food around, making sure that everyone else got enough before
the platters went to Clark.
"You sure you have enough there?" Lex teased. "I'm not
sure that's quite enough to feed a small African nation."
After forking another slice of the pot roast to his plate, Clark smiled
sweetly. "I'm a growing boy. Mom, make him stop picking on me."
"If you think I'm getting in the middle of this, you're crazy,
dear," she laughed.
Lex smirked at the younger man. "I find it absolutely amazing how
much you can eat," he marveled, eyeing the heaped plate. "Then
again, your metabolism has to be fast for you to be able to move as quickly
as you do. I wonder if this'll taper off when you get older or if it's tied
to the powers? Looks like I'm going to have to stick around for the rest of
your life to get my answers. Darn."
"Terrible thing, isn't it? You can always ask Jor-El next time we go
out there. I'm sure he could fill your need for an accurate scientific graph
of my metabolism and everything else about me."
"I prefer hands on research," Lex purred, one stockinged foot
rubbing against Clark's ankle and working up under the hem of his jeans.
Clark straightened in his chair, his eyes widening.
"Are you okay, honey?" Martha asked before catching sight of
Lex's expression and giving him a look. "Do I have to separate you
Lex batted his eyelashes at her, looking angelically innocent. "Why,
Martha, whatever are you insinuating?" He managed to maintain the
expression for a few seconds before chuckling. "All right, I'll
"Gee, Dad, don't believe him?" Clark asked before digging into
his food, humming his appreciation for the meal.
"Somehow, son, behaving is not the first thing that I think of when
I think about Lex," Jonathan replied as if the man in question weren't
sitting beside him, eating his food.
"I'm so misunderstood," Lex said mournfully, though it didn't
slow his eating.
"Care to explain yourself then?" Martha asked, reaching over
and setting another biscuit on his place, then handing him the butter.
"Uh... no?" Lex smiled crookedly at her, buttering his biscuit
and taking a big bite, an expression of near bliss on his face. "Are
you sure you won't marry me?" he asked once he'd swallowed.
Glancing over at her husband and son, Martha grinned. "You know, I
think I will."
"Mom!" Clark laughed.
"You know," Jonathan said, laying his knife and fork aside,
"I'm sorry, Lex, but I'm going to have to shoot you. My son is one
thing, but my wife and food is quite another. Where's the shotgun,
"Dad!" Clark exclaimed before re-thinking the matter and
shrugging. "He's cheating on me; I'll get it for you."
"Hey!" Lex yelped. "Let's talk about this first! Sorry,
Martha, I think I'm going to have to withdraw my offer. These Kent men just
have no sense of humor. They need to learn how to share."
"A man has to draw the line somewhere, Lex," Jonathan intoned,
his eyes sparkling with laughter.
"I've been jilted," Martha sighed. "Clark, get me
"Yes, Mom." Clark scrambled from the table, passing behind Lex
as he walked super-slowly, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
"A guy just can't win with you Kents," Lex sighed, scrambling
to his feet and catching Clark, pulling him into a kiss. "What will it
take to make you forgive me?" he asked, trying to ignore the laughter
or he'd burst out as well.
Clark pretended to mull the question over. "Groveling works
"Could I grovel after dinner? Our food is getting cold."
"Yeah, I guess so." Clark hugged Lex tightly and let him go.
"If that works for you two?"
"Groveling after we're done eating is fine with me," Martha
answered. "It will go well with dessert."
"Humble pie, another new thing for me," Lex muttered sitting
back down to general laughter. "Clark, you need to take cooking lessons
from your mom. I expect you to keep me in the manner to which I've become
"You have a cook, Lex, remember? Nice woman who knows how to cook a
rare steak? Sorry, but I'm not taking over for her." Clark shook his
head and went back to eating.
"I guess this means the honeymoon's over," Lex sighed sadly.
"He won't even cook for me. You just can't get good slaves
"Terrible, isn't it?" Clark mumbled around a mouthful of
"I'm going to have to send the two of you to separate rooms if you
keep this up," Martha laughed.
"I'm being good, see!" That threat had Lex sitting quietly and
eating, although his toes were working their way up Clark's leg again. Being
playful was something new to him, but he found that he was enjoying it
"Yeah, right," Clark snorted, though he managed to keep from
squirming when Lex's toes rubbed over the inside of his calf, not wanting to
call his parents' attention to the fact that something was going on under
"I am so glad there's only one more week of school left before
Christmas break!" he continued, carefully not looking at Lex.
"Five more days of classes, then two weeks off."
And that brought up something Lex hadn't been sure how to broach. But he
was beginning to realize that with the Kents, simple and straightforward
served him better than any complex schemes ever could. "Is there any
chance of me stealing Clark away for a few days for a ski trip after
Christmas? I thought maybe we could go away for New Year's? I'd have him
back before classes started back up on the sixth."
"Really?" Clark's jaw dropped, and he knew he was grinning like
a fool before he managed to compose himself and look from his mother to his
father, begging silently for them to say yes.
Pressing her lips together, Martha looked over at Jonathan, giving a tiny
nod but leaving the final decision up to him.
Frowning slightly, Jonathan got up and went over to the kitchen calendar,
checking to see when Christmas fell that year. "All right. I don't see
why not. You can leave on the Friday, and be back early the following
Sunday. That gives you a week without parental supervision," he added,
teasing lightly. "Try not to come back with anything in a cast though,
"OhmyGod, are you serious?" Clark exclaimed, bounding out of
his chair to hug his father, then his mother, and finally Lex. "This is
going to be so cool! Where are we going? You're going to teach me how,
"Well, since I very much doubt that you have a passport, the Alps
are out... not to mention that your parents would probably kill me,"
Lex added with a laugh, seeing their expressions. "I was thinking
Colorado. I have a lodge at Aspen. And yes, I'll teach you."
"The both of you will just have to promise to be careful
though," Martha cautioned, not wanting either or both of the boys to
end up on the front page of some gossip rag.
"Always. I've increased security since going against Lionel,"
Lex admitted. "He's not very happy about my hostile takeover. And I've
been avoiding paparazzi all my life. Pretty much the only times they've
caught me is when I've wanted to be caught to irritate dear old
Lionel." The only exception to that had been when he and Clark had gone
to the club in Metropolis, but that was part of the reason that he'd
increased security. His employees would prevent any recurrences.
Pushing his now empty plate aside, Clark leaned over the table, his brow
furrowed as he frowned. "Have you heard anything else about him? What
he's doing I mean?"
"Cursing the day I was born," Lex replied indifferently.
"Apparently he also married Victoria Hardwick, and she's pregnant. He
apparently intends to breed himself a new heir, preferably one who'll do as
he wants this time. It seems to have escaped his notice that I already took
what I wanted from him." He shrugged. "He's still wealthy and has
the next largest chunk of LuthorCorp shares after me, of course. I made sure
that he knows that I have a will leaving everything to you, Clark, if
anything happens to me, with your parents as trustees. And if anything
should happen to you, well, then it all goes to charity." He smiled
coldly. "I'm told he wrecked his office when he found that out."
Clark looked vaguely ill. "He married Victoria? But she... you...
"You think he'd try to hurt you or Clark?" Martha asked, her
Lex didn't think they needed to know that Lionel had a rather disturbing
habit of going after his lovers, so he let Clark's comment slide, instead
turning to face Martha. "He doesn't like to lose. I don't know
that he's ever actually harmed anyone to get what he wants, but he's
certainly insinuated it in the past. I prefer to play it safe on this
"I won't let him near you," Clark growled before getting a rein
on his growing temper. "Or her!"
"I don't think we really have anything to worry about," Lex
soothed him, placing a hand over his on the table. "I beat him in
business, so he's going to want to get back at me the same way. Otherwise,
everyone would only think he'd won by default and that I'd outdone him; he
couldn't stand that."
"He's not going to win at all." Clark took a deep breath and
forced himself to relax when he saw his parents' worried expressions.
"Can I have the biscuits, please?"
"You missed a spot." Clark nodded at a smear of gravy dotting
the wet plate Lex handed him and snickered. "Mom was right, you are
"Well then, I guess that means I have to start loafing around,
watching sports, drinking beer, and ignoring my partner. Looks like you're
on your own from now on, Clark. Us domesticated sorts never do anything
Clark snorted. "Don't make me spank you, Lex," he said, dipping
a finger into the dishwater and flicking the suds at his lover.
"Why not?" Lex purred, voice suddenly throaty, moving closer to
the other man.
When he almost dropped the platter he was holding, Clark carefully set it
down on the counter. "Because we're in the house!" The no-sex in
the house rule was one he took very seriously, especially since his parents
had been so great about everything else.
"I didn't mean here and now!" Lex laughed, washing a glass and
setting it in the draining tray. "Good as your parents are about all
this, I really think getting kinky in the kitchen would be pushing it."
"I'd have to agree," Jonathan said blandly, carrying his and
Martha's cups in from the living room for refills. Ignoring the scarlet tide
rising in both boys' cheeks, he got what he came for and turned to leave.
"Grab yourselves a cup and join us when you're done."
"How about we just sneak out the back door?" Clark whimpered,
hiding his face against Lex's shoulder.
"Sounds good to me. But they'd probably come after us," Lex
groaned, wondering why this kept happening to them. It was a curse. "At
least he laughs now instead of reaching for a shotgun," he said
Reaching for the last plate in the plastic tray, Clark dried it and put
it away on the shelf. "That's only when you ask Mom to marry you
now." Nudging Lex in the side, he nodded toward the remaining dishes.
"C'mon, you're falling behind."
"Slave driver," Lex grumbled. "It takes time to do this
right." He washed the last few dishes and placed them in the tray, then
wiped down the stove, counters and table, remembering the lecture he gotten
when he didn't the first time. Done, he poured himself coffee and Clark
soda, waiting for Clark to join him so they could go out to the living room.
"Who would have believed this a year ago?" he marveled,
watching Clark move around the kitchen.
"Nobody, not even us," Clark murmured, closing the cupboard and
turning back to look at Lex. "I was hung up on Lana, and you were busy
trying to find a way to take over LuthorCorp... Well, one of our priorities
has changed at least." He chuckled at that. "You got what you
wanted though. I guess I did too."
"I got everything that I wanted," Lex corrected. "I wanted
you a lot more than the company once I got to know you. I could give up
LuthorCorp and Lexcorp, but not you." He moved back toward
Clark, arms going around the teenager as he hugged him close. "But it's
very convenient that I get to have it all," he added smugly.
Clark dipped his head to nuzzle against Lex's temple, profoundly happy.
"Greedy. Good thing you don't have to give any of them up, isn't
it?" He kissed the thin skin beneath his lips and hugged Lex close.
"Good thing that I finally got a clue so that we could both have it
"Some clue," Lex snorted. "You eavesdropped on my
increasingly insane conversations with myself, then seduced me in my own
pool. It's embarrassing is what it is: the infamous Lex Luthor taken by
surprise by a teenaged virgin. My reputation will never be the same.
Fortunately, I don't have to worry about it anymore since I'm the next thing
to married." He looked bemused by the idea.
Clark grinned and pulled back enough to look down at Lex.
"Super-hearing does have its advantages, and all I asked you to do in
the pool was play a game... Is it my fault I couldn't resist you in that
bathing suit with your eyes closed, reaching for me...?" He trailed off
and licked his lips. "I think we'd better go out and sit with Mom and
"Pete. Pete and Lana. Lionel and Victoria." Lex mumbled a
litany of names as he tried to calm himself to go out and join the older
couple without embarrassing himself. "I'm going to get you for
"Excuse me, I think I'm going to go sit in a snowdrift," Clark
muttered, trying to deal with his own arousal.
"Like hell! I'm not going to be embarrassed alone. Besides, they're your
parents. Now pick up your glass and come talk nicely with your parents...
and think about how much I want to be buried balls deep inside you,"
Lex added wickedly in a low whisper as they walked into the living room.
If his parents noticed Clark's almost panicked expression, they chose not
to comment on it, for which he was eternally grateful. Waiting until Lex
settled himself on the sofa, he dropped to the floor between the older man's
legs, his feet stretched out toward the fire and his arms wrapped around
"Are we sponsoring a booth at the caroling this year?" he
asked, looking from his mother to his father.
"Of course," Jonathan replied, "we always do. You're not
going to sing again, are you, Clark?" He barely held back a wince.
"Is this something I should know about?" Lex asked curiously,
unconsciously combing his fingers through Clark's hair.
Tilting his head back to look at Lex, Clark sighed. "I've kept
something from you, Lex. I can't sing."
Martha took a sip of coffee and set the mug down on the end table.
"The Town Council sets up booths in the square and has an evening of
caroling. It's this Tuesday night; I'm surprised you haven't heard of
"I'm not exactly the most popular person in town, you know. Between
being a Luthor and the desecrator of the town's young," he nodded
toward Clark, "it's a wonder I'm not tarred and feathered every time I
venture out of doors. Nobody's really likely to tell me anything."
"You're coming with us, right?" Clark asked.
"To prove them wrong at least?" Martha added.
"If you're willing to put up with the whispering and insults, so am
I." Lex could ignore a lot more than that to be with Clark.
"Anyone who's fool enough to insult my family in my hearing will
regret it," Jonathan snapped, angry on Lex's behalf and ashamed that
only a few months earlier he would have been one of the most vocal ones
"Or in mine," Clark muttered, knowing that his hearing covered
the whole square and beyond. "We can drink hot chocolates and eat
roasted peanuts and popcorn and try not to laugh at Dave in the drama club's
presentation of scenes from A Christmas Carol."
"After helping out at the stand."
"Of course. We can't leave a lady on her own," Lex replied
gallantly, not mentioning that he had every intention of hiding behind the
formidable Martha Kent during this ordeal. While the Kent men were quite
capable of losing their tempers, Martha was the one who could cut people
down to size when she chose. And much to Lex's relief, she seemed to have
decided that he was as much hers as Clark was.
Giving Lex's leg a hug, Clark turned to face forward again. "I'll
see if Chloe and Pete want to help too... And do we have to wear those
reindeer antlers again this year?"
"What?!" Lex demanded in something perilously close to a
squawk. Jonathan and Martha's laughter let him know Clark had been teasing
him again, and he hit the teenager over the head with one of the cushions.
"Ow!" Clark laughed, grabbing the pillow out of Lex's hands and
collapsing onto the floor by the fire with it under his head. "No
reindeer antlers, you baby, but there are Santa hats if you want."
"If you try to bell me, so help me, I will find a way to hurt
you!" Lex warned direly, trying to glare at him but distracted by how
very good he looked there in the firelight. Giving up the battle, he slid
down to the floor as well, using Clark as a backrest so he could still talk
to Jonathan and Martha comfortably.
"Mom, Lex is threatening me."
"I hate to tell you, dear, but you're on your own for that."
Clark sighed. "I think you'd look cute in a Santa hat..." and
Lex didn't say a word, but he was pretty sure he was going to find
himself in a Santa hat at some point during the evening.
Not to anyone's surprise, at least not anyone in the family, Lex was
indeed to be found at the Kent Farms booth in a Santa hat, handing out hot
chocolate to the few people willing to approach him. Much to his relief,
Gabe Sullivan and Chloe had come by earlier and they had stayed for a while,
Gabe chatting with Jonathan while Chloe teased Lex about his fashion faux
"Uh oh," Chloe murmured suddenly, eyes widening slightly as she
looked over Lex's shoulder. "Look out, Pete and his parents are heading
Lex's eyes shut for an instant, and Chloe could actually see him square
his shoulders and straighten up to his full height, retreating behind his
"Hi, Mr. Sullivan, Chloe, Mr. and Mrs. Kent, Clark, Lex." Pete
greeted most of them jovially while Lex's name was a bit strained.
"How's it going?"
While his parents spoke to the Rosses, Clark stepped up behind Lex,
casually wrapping an arm around his waist, giving him a hug through his many
layers of clothing. "Pretty good, at least we have a clear night for
it. Don't want anyone freezing." He grinned at Lex as he spoke, hoping
he didn't notice the pointed look Chloe gave Pete.
Although he had noticed both Pete's discomfort and Chloe's glare, Lex
chose to pretend otherwise, not wanting to make this encounter any more
strained. "Considering that the hot chocolate for the adults has a
healthy shot of peppermint schnapps in it, I don't think anyone's in any
danger," he put in wryly. "Hello, Pete." He gave him a spare
nod, not moving away from Clark despite the unfriendly stares they were
getting from several people.
"Think you two can escape from your bondage later on and sit with us
to watch Dave's play?" Chloe asked, plainly including Pete in the 'us'
she wanted them to accompany.
"Are you gonna sing again this year, Clark?" Pete asked.
"'Cause if you are, I'm so out of here."
"Everyone's a critic..." Clark sighed before grinning.
"Feel like watching Dave shred some scenery later on?"
"You keep saying that. What does he do, chew on it like a teething
puppy?" Lex watched Pete warily, not quite sure that he was up to
dealing with Pete and the hostility of the entire town at the same time.
"He's good!" Chloe exclaimed, blushing when Clark and Pete both
made kissy noises at her. "Look who's talking," she grumbled,
"Mr. Can't-get-a-date and the lovesick wonder."
"Don't worry, Chloe, we'll keep you company while you moon over the
delightful Dave," Lex teased lightly, actually putting an arm around
her shoulders for a moment before retreating back to Clark's side. He never
noticed the reaction, but the people watching made note of it since he was
well known not to like being touched, and almost before he'd stepped back,
the rumor had flown around that he was trying to ensnare another of
"And see if we can find Pete a date as well," Clark added, his
cheerful tone at odds with the frown that was developing as he heard the
comments being whispered around them.
"Thanks for the support, guys." Pete sighed and shook his head.
"I'll see you later."
After watching him walk away, the Rosses already having moved on, Lex
turned around and noticed Clark's frown. "Something wrong?" he
asked curiously, not having noticed anything out of the ordinary. If
anything, Pete was trying harder to be friendly, having accepted that Lex
was part of Clark's life now.
"Nothing." Hearing a couple of jocks mutter 'fucking fags' as
they walked by, he gave in and, after making sure the path was clear,
blasted their foam cups of cocoa, melting them and sending the hot liquid
splashing down their jackets and jeans.
Watching the two husky football players jump and curse, Chloe snickered.
"Couldn't have happened to more deserving people. But you know, I've
noticed that weird accidents like that seem to happen a lot... to people who
say something nasty about Lex."
"What? I can assure you," Lex started, only to stop when Chloe
shook her head.
"No, I know you didn't do anything, Lex. You just ice up and ignore
them. Clark's the one who goes all caveman protective about you. I just
can't figure out how this stuff happens," she finished in
Mentally cursing his lack of control but still childishly pleased at the
fact that the two jocks were leaving, Clark put on his best innocent face
and shrugged. "Maybe there's a poltergeist that follows Lex around and
Chloe crossed her arms and stared at him.
Lex found something absolutely fascinating on the ground at his feet and
tried to pretend that he was nowhere near the other two.
"Something going on, kids?" Martha asked, resting a hand on
Lex's shoulder and glancing at them all.
"That's what I'd like to know," Chloe muttered before smiling
sweetly at Clark's mother. "Great hot chocolate, Mrs. Kent. Gotta go
now though. I'll catch up with you two at the play," she told Clark and
Lex before heading off into the crowd.
"Clark," Lex started, then stopped not knowing what to say. He
knew he should ask Clark not to do that sort of thing, that he risked
exposing himself, but he had to admit that it made him feel good.
"What happened?" Martha asked, looking up at the two young men.
"Some guys said something, and I sorta fried their cups," Clark
muttered. "I know I shouldn't have, but I'm sick of having to listen to
people say things about - about us like they're so much better!"
Lex murmured something, the only audible word of which was 'knight', and
he turned to face Clark. "That was sweet, Clark, and I have to admit
that I enjoyed it, but you can't keep doing that. Chloe is going to figure
it out if you keep doing things around her, and while I don't think she
would do anything to hurt you, others would.
"Besides, people are going to be talking about us for the rest of
our lives. We're going to have to deal with it."
"So I'm just supposed to let them say whatever they want?"
"And prove to them that their way of thinking is wrong, honey. You
can't force people to change their minds; you have to help them to do
it." Martha smiled wryly. "Look at your father and me, I think
we're prime examples of that."
Lex chuckled softly. "If we could convince Jonathan Kent that Lionel
Luthor's son isn't actually the spawn of Satan and a protective
mother that I wasn't molesting her baby, the closed minds of the world don't
have a chance against us." He grinned at Clark, inviting him to share
Not wanting to ruin the evening, Clark allowed himself to be mollified
and hugged both his mother and Lex. "You're right. We'll change the
world one person at a time, but if that doesn't work..." He waggled his
eyebrows and grinned.
"You will not give the world a hotfoot one person at a time!"
Clark's aggrieved tone had Martha laughing, and she kissed both their
cheeks. "Why don't you two go enjoy the night? Jonathan and I can keep
an eye on things here."
Lex tossed his Santa hat onto the counter and turned to Clark, both
looking forward to wandering around with him and dreading the snide remarks
and snubs they would face. But he had no intention of backing down from
anything, especially not prejudice. "So, where to first?"
Clark shrugged, ducking under the stall's counter and straightening up,
waiting for Lex to do the same. "I dunno, maybe check out the ice
skating or see if there are any funnel cakes left?"
"Sounds good." Lex actually enjoyed skating, but they would see
how it went. "Is it all hot chocolate or does anyone actually have hot
apple cider?" he asked hopefully. He loved the stuff, and he felt like
indulging himself for a change.
"Should be some..." Clark glanced around, looking through the
crowds until he spotted the stall they wanted, "over there. They
usually have regular and mulled, whichever you want."
They threaded their way through the crowds and joined the line waiting to
be served. "So, what do you want for Christmas?"
Lex looked blank. The last time someone had given him a real Christmas
present--he wasn't counting ties from his assistants or strategy lessons
from Lionel--had been when his mother was alive. "I... I already have
what I want, Clark."
Clark shook his head. "Good answer, but it's not gonna cut it.
C'mon, Lex, there has to be something." In reality, he already
had several gifts picked out for his boyfriend, but it never hurt to ask.
Desperately trying to think of something that Clark could afford without
difficulty, Lex was distracted by a yell and turned slightly to watch a
puppy bounding around the feet of a passerby. He smiled at the energetic
young animal, then turned back to face Clark again, though his eyes darted
over whenever another yip sounded. "I really don't know, Clark. Uh...
board games we can play together?" he said, grasping at straws. "Lexxx...
I'm serious here!" When the older man looked over at the puppy again,
Clark fell quiet. "Okay, board games it is," he said easily.
"We do well with games, Clark. Don't mess with perfection," Lex
admonished laughingly. He was still smiling when he reached the counter and
asked for his cider, which startled the girl there into smiling back.
"Hi, Cindy." Catching Lex's hand when he reached for his
wallet, Clark paid for the cider and a doughnut for himself as well.
"Bye, Clark, bye, Mr. Luthor," she called after them, making
"See, not everyone thinks we're beneath notice. And yeah, I know we
do well with games; wanna build a snow fort and have a war later on?"
"Make love, not war," Lex shot back, snickering.
"In the snow? Won't bother me if it doesn't bother you."
"Oh brr! Maybe not," Lex decided. "But how 'bout we build
a snowman instead? That could be fun... and then I can defeat you with my
superior tactics in a snowball fight." Looking around he spotted Pete,
then his eyes widened. "Clark, isn't that Jodi with Pete, the one you
told me about who... you know?"
About to give a comeback about tactics versus strength, Clark looked in
the direction Lex indicated and blinked in surprise. "Yeah, it is. I
hadn't heard that she was out of the hospital, but I'm glad she's okay. The
stuff she did... it wasn't her fault; it was the rocks."
"It seems that Mr. Ross is the forgiving sort... or did he ever know
exactly how much danger he was in?" Lex watched the couple together,
and they did seem to be enjoying each other's company. "It appears that
he may not need matchmaking services after all." A thought struck him,
and he cocked his head slightly, looking up at Clark. "Our ski trip, do
you want it to be just us, or would you like to invite some friends
Wishing that Pete could be as forgiving to Lex, who hadn't done anything
to him, ever, Clark looked away from the pair and back at Lex.
"Honestly, I'd just rather it be the two of us. I - I just don't want
to have to think about their reactions whenever I want to touch you."
"Please don't feel you have to apologize to me for that,
Clark." Lex was amused by the very idea. He reached out, entwining
their fingers as they walked. "I'm the one who'd like to lock you away
in my castle forever, remember? Lex Luthor: doesn't share well."
"Aren't we the pair then; Clark Kent: wants to save everyone and be
your personal protector. Good thing we aren't criminal masterminds or the
world would be in trouble."
"God, what a thought." Actually Lex could picture it quite
easily, for himself at least, as he'd been before Clark, but never for
Clark. "We'll just keep concentrating on each other... and I still want
to rule the world by the time I'm thirty," he added with a laugh,
knowing that Clark and Lexcorp would keep him busy for a long time to come.
"In all your free time, eh?" Clark laughed, biting into his
doughnut, then holding it up to offer Lex some. "Come on, let's check
out the ice skating; we've got half an hour before we have to meet
Taking a bite and telling himself that he could taste a hint of Clark,
Lex followed him to the frozen pond. Eyeing it warily, he wondered if
something was likely to come bursting through it, but the night seemed
pleasantly mutant-free. "Shall we just watch for a while, or do they
"It's bring your own," Clark said apologetically. "We can
go some other time though. Want to sit and watch? You can sit in my lap to
keep your butt warm."
"Sure," Lex said, throwing caution to the winds. If people were
going to whisper about them anyway, they might as well do what they wanted.
"I'm always happy to sit on your lap," he murmured, moving a
"Gee, really? I never noticed." Finding a bit of ground under a
tree that had been sheltered from the snowfall, Clark sat, leaning back
against the rough bark, pulling Lex down after him and wrapping his arms
around the other man's waist. "You keep talking in that tone of voice
and we're going to end up heading back early, you know."
"Promises, promises. Just remember that if we disappear, Chloe will
be more than a little irritated, and she has a camera." Lex snuggled
closer, for the first time that night unconscious of the stares aimed at
them, totally content for this little while. "Mmmm, you are so warm. I
could have used you around every other winter of my life."
"Well, you'll have me around for every winter to come," Clark
promised. "And as for Chloe and her camera, if she doesn't know where
we are, how can she take pictures?"
People were walking up and down the path to the pond, and Clark tried not
to notice the ones who looked disgusted or made rude comments. His mom and
Lex were right, he couldn't fry them all; he could only try to get them to
change their minds and acknowledge that in some cases it was a futile hope.
"This is Chloe we're talking about. Do you really want to bet that
properly motivated, she couldn't track us down like a bloodhound and make
our lives miserable?" Lex smirked up at him, then raised his head to
brush a kiss over his lips, not even trying to resist the urge.
"Good point," Clark murmured, smiling when his lips brushed
Lex's. "Let's make sure she's busy with Dave before we vanish."
His sensitive hearing picked up a few muttered comments, but he ignored
them, not wanting to upset Lex.
"I don't think that's going to be too difficult. It appears that our
Miss Sullivan's in love... and for a change, the gentleman in question
reciprocates. Plus he's not a mutant, there are no skeletons in his closet,
no history of psychological illness, his family's financially
solvent..." Lex trailed off at the look he was getting from Clark.
"Lex, did you investigate Dave and his family?"
Lex shrugged, looking a little sullen under Clark's stern stare. "I
told you I protect my friends."
Clark sighed. "That's sweet, really it is, but what did you think
you were going to find? Did you think that Mr. Andrews was a psycho nutcase
and Mrs. Andrews gets radio signals from Vega? Lexy, some people are just
normal people." He paused, thinking about the residents of Smallville
who had come after Lex in one form or another. "Okay, maybe it was a
smart thing to do."
"This is Smallville after all," Lex said, a hint of smugness in
his tone. "And it's bad enough Chloe got hurt by burglars in my home;
I'm not going to let anything else happen to her." He glanced at his
watch. "Speaking of, if we don't want her to hurt us, we should
probably go find her soon."
"I love you," Clark whispered, kissing Lex swiftly and starting
to get up before remembering that he shouldn't, and waited for Lex to stand
before joining him. "To the theater?"
"To the theater." Lex slid an arm around his waist, then with a
slightly sheepish grin, slid a hand into Clark's back pocket. "I've
always wanted to do that," he admitted, flushing faintly.
Flexing his butt under Lex's palm, Clark grinned. "Then why haven't
"I'm supposed to be too old for this sort of thing. I'm glad I'm
not." Lex smiled happily, the open, sunny smile reserved for Clark, and
nudged him with his hip, feeling almost giddy. "You know what? This is
"Does that mean you want to hear me sing?"
"Okay, Chloe, I take it back; Dave was good. No scenery chewing in
sight!" Clark grinned down at his friend and gave her a one-armed hug
since his other one was still around Lex, keeping him close in the after
"He was actually very good," Lex said, surprised. He'd seen
worse performances in some Off-Broadway productions. "Perhaps this
year's school production won't make the audience cringe... so long as you
promise not to sing, Clark." He shook his head. Clark had attempted to
serenade him earlier... and Lex had offered him his entire fortune to stop.
Of course, the pout that produced and his efforts to apologize had come
close to getting them arrested, but all in all, it had been worth it, even
if Chloe hadn't stopped giggling for half an hour.
"Maybe you can give him voice lessons for Christmas, Lex,"
"Geez, give a guy a break, you two! I can't be good at
"Just what else are you good at, Clark," Chloe asked,
"besides trying to help everyone?"
"Umm... keeping Lex happy?"
"World champion at that," Lex agreed emphatically. "And
no, Chloe, you're not getting details. Go worry about your own love life...
and here's Dave now. The man has wonderful timing."
"Hey, guys!" Dave called, sliding his arms around Chloe and
pulling her away from Clark before giving her a kiss. "How'd you like
"Too bad tomatoes are out of season," Clark said seriously.
Dave flipped Clark the finger. "Up yours, Kent. I was great, and you
know it. Have you ever seen a more convincing Scrooge?"
"You've never met Lionel, have you?" Lex replied instantly.
"But for acting, that was very good," he praised. "If you're
interested, I can give you some names to get in touch with in the spring. I
know some people who run summer stock theatres. They're always looking for
"Lionel reminds me more of the Grinch," Clark muttered under
the cover of Dave's effusive thanks.
"Are you trying to get rid of my boyfriend for the summer?"
Chloe demanded. "If you send him too far away, I'll just come bother
you and Clark until he gets back."
"On second thought, you could probably use a few more years practice
first. Sorry, Dave," Lex instantly backtracked, making the others
laugh. "Actually, Chloe, I thought we could ship you off to Metropolis
to intern at one of the papers."
"The Planet again?" she asked, excited by the idea--especially
if Dave found a job in the city too.
"I thought you didn't like the editor there?" Clark asked.
"He was a pain, but he's good at what he does."
"Sounds like Lex," Dave chuckled, shooting the older man a
nervous glance and hoping he knew he was kidding.
Lex eyed him for long enough to make the teenager start shuffling
nervously, then chuckled. "I'm only a pain to those who deserve
it," he said, giving Chloe a saccharine-sweet smile. "Or
idiots," he added in a mutter, catching sight of the football players
who'd upset Clark earlier.
"You'd better not be putting me in that latter category, Lex
Luthor!" Chloe warned, glaring.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Lex chuckled.
"So that means you're a pain, Chloe?" Clark asked sweetly.
"Hey! No dissing my girl!" Dave growled, punching Clark lightly
in the shoulder, then wincing and shaking his hand. "Geez, Clark, what
do you have on under there, Kevlar?"
"Hey, no hitting my man!" Lex distracted them quickly.
"Serves you right," he added heartlessly. "Shoveling builds
muscles. Nice, solid muscles." He smiled reminiscently, looking like he
was about to lick his lips.
Clark blushed and bit his lower lip when he found himself staring at
Lex's mouth and heard both Chloe and Dave snickering at him.
"That's all it is? I was wondering if the two of you were into some
weird kinky stuff," Chloe laughed, returning Clark's stare blandly when
he looked at her.
"Why, Chloe, it sounds like we should be getting ideas from you. Do
tell us more." Lex fixed an inquiring gaze on her.
Cringing, she shook her head before recovering. "If you and Clark
aren't inventive enough to come up with them on your own, there are books
you can buy, or call Dr. Ruth; I'm sure she can help you."
"Chloe!" Clark yelped. "Stop encouraging him!"
Lex turned a mock hurt expression on him. "And here I thought you
liked encouraging me. I guess I'm old hat now, just the boring old boyfriend
to be shuffled off and forgotten." He sighed sadly, desperately trying
not to burst into laughter.
Clark's expression turned mournful, and he cuddled Lex close. "Ahh,
Lexy, you know I'd never shuffle you off, baby. I love you too much to do
"Geez, you guys are the ones who should be actors!" Dave
groaned. "You're all hams!"
Laughing, Lex grinned at him without moving his head from Clark's
shoulder. "How do you think businessmen get anything done? It's part of
my day to day routine." He shivered slightly. "Anyone else want to
go get something to drink? It's cold when we're just standing here."
Chloe looked at her watch and sighed. "I would, but I promised my
dad I'd be home at 11, and it's 10:30 now, so I've got to pass."
"And I'm taking her home so same here."
"Looks like we're on our own, Lex," Clark sighed, though he
couldn't help but grin.
"Gee, Clark, don't look so broken up about it. I'll see you
again," Chloe said sarcastically.
"No offense, Chloe," Lex put in, "but I don't think I'd be
the only one concerned if he wanted to spend more time with you than me. Go
away now so we can give the good people of Smallville more to gossip
"Small towns..." Dave sighed. "You gotta take the bad with
the good." He hugged Chloe at the last.
"See you guys tomorrow," Clark called, waving at the couple as
they headed toward Dave's car. "You know, we could get a drink back
home too and curl up out in the loft..."
Lex's eyes lit up, and he was heading for the truck, Clark's hand firmly
in his grasp, before Clark finished talking. "Hurry up, you're supposed
to the fast one here." He suddenly veered toward the Kents' booth,
saying, "We'd better let your parents know we're leaving."
Clark chuckled. "I was planning on suggesting it before you started
dragging me off." Waiting until his parents had a free moment, Clark
waved at them. "Lex and I are heading home. Need us to do anything
before we go?"
After a quick glance at Martha to see if she had anything, Jonathan shook
his head. "No, we're fine. You boys go ahead. We'll see you in the
morning." He ignored the shocked gasp from some people nearby who
overheard the conversation. "Don't wait up for us." Be damned to
them all. He wasn't going to make Clark and Lex sneak around like they
should be ashamed of loving each other or pretend that he was unaware of
"Okay, night, Dad, night, Mom!"
"Jonathan, how can you..." Clark heard as he tightened his grip
on Lex's hand, pulling him through the dwindling crowds toward the truck.
"Is the loft going to be warm enough for you or want to go to your
place or just make out in the truck?"
"I dunno, think you can keep me warm?" Lex challenged,
wondering what Jonathan would reply to the nosy neighbor but not enough to
delay leaving. "Going to the loft gives us more time and space. Plus
your mother will be a lot happier if we're at your place."
"Why don't we find out?" Grinning, Clark unlocked the truck and
opened the door for Lex, bowing as he held it open. "Your car, Mr.
"You really are nuts." Lex slid into the truck and across the
seat, so he was waiting when Clark walked around and got in as well.
"Much better," he purred, leaning into the younger man's warmth,
shivering from the chill in the air and the cold seats. "Heat would be
good," he pointed out, trying to get even closer.
"Here." After starting the truck and turning on the heater,
Clark pulled his jacket off and draped it around Lex's shoulders, pulling
him closer to let his body heat soak through the layers between them.
"Mmmm, warm and it smells like you too. Life is good." Lex
wasn't really as cold as he made it sound, but he wasn't above milking this
for all the pampering he could get. If he thought he could get away with
crawling into Clark's lap, he'd have done it.
Clark frowned over at Lex, reaching to turn the vents in his direction
before pulling out of the parking lot. "Are you sure you want to go
skiing if the cold bothers you this much?"
Caught, Lex started to chuckle. "It doesn't. I happen to like the
winter, especially skiing and skating. I just like you wrapped around me
"If you think I'm going to complain about that, you're
crazy!" Clark shifted his arm so that he could run his thumb over the
back of Lex's head.
"In that case, keep warming me up!" Lex ordered, almost wishing
they had farther to go. It was so comfortable sitting together like this.
"And then you can heat me up once we get there."
Clark snickered but continued to brush the ball of his thumb over the
indentation in the back of Lex's head, telling himself that pulling over to
the side of the road in order to ravish his boyfriend was not a good idea
when they had a comfortable, if chilly, loft to go back to.
Lex's hand slowly crept up Clark's thigh as they drove, teasing him as he
so often did, not stopping until he had the growing bulge cupped in his
palm. "For me?" he purred, leaning closer to bite Clark's ear.
"Because of you and for you," Clark groaned, hoping there
wasn't any black ice up ahead of them because his concentration really
wasn't on the road. "What... what do you plan on doing with it?"
"Well," Lex pretended to think about it. "First I thought
I'd play for a while with my hands, making it sure it's at its biggest and
best. And then I thought I'd kneel down in front of you and take it down my
throat and suck you so hard you thought you were going to die of the
pleasure. I'd make you scream my name and beg me to let you come, and when
you did, I'd drink every drop. Then while you're still shaking, I'm going to
fuck you, hard and fast, until I come so deep inside you I feel like part of
"Oh." Clark's voice was high-pitched, and his erection was
rock-hard under Lex's hand, and he wondered if he was going to come in his
pants just from listening to Lex talk dirty to him. "I - I like
that." Unconsciously, he stepped down on the gas pedal, increasing
their speed in his hurry to get them home.
"Oh good. I'd hate to disappoint you." Lex's hand released his
erection but only to unfasten his jeans and delve inside, cool fingers
curling around the thick shaft while he nibbled down Clark's jaw from his
"Lex!" Clark gasped, squirming against the seat, groaning as
his lover teased him. "God, if I wreck the truck out here, we're going
to be stuck for hours!"
"No, you'd get us home. But you really should back up to your
driveway and go down it," Lex suggested, a hint of laughter in his
tone. It probably wasn't helping Clark's concentration that Lex's hand was
still moving on him, a nail lightly scraping his length, then a finger
pushing downward inside his boxers to rub teasingly over the sensitive flesh
behind his balls.
"Huh?" Pulling to a stop, Clark looked behind them to see the
house and barn a fair distance behind them. Groaning, he pulled Lex in for a
kiss that filled his taste buds with the flavor of apple cider and Lex.
"You're very distracting in case you haven't noticed." Checking
behind them again, Clark put the truck in reverse and backed up to the
driveway. He switched gears again to pull in, parking the truck in front of
the barn, turning it off and collapsing against the seat, his back arched as
"Hmm, can't quite manage knees in here, but I'm versatile." Lex
twisted around on the seat, his head going to Clark's lap, and he took him
to the root in a single gulp.
"Jesus, Lex!" Cupping his hand over the back of the older man's
head, Clark strained upwards, the feeling of Lex's throat muscles massaging
the head of his cock one of pure heaven.
Lex hummed around his treat, suckling hungrily, needing to taste him. At
the same time, a finger slid beneath him, the tip pressing inside the
younger man. His own cock ached, but he wanted to make Clark come this way
first, wanted him sleepy and satiated when he took him.
Giving up on trying to argue, if he had indeed been attempting that in
the first place, Clark closed his eyes, his fingers tracing patterns over
the soft skin of Lex's scalp and his hips rising upward to meet the bobbing
motion of Lex's head.
Feeling Clark's acquiescence, Lex somehow managed to suck harder, his
tongue lashing the shaft when the head was buried deep in his throat, then
gliding over the sensitive tip, delving beneath the foreskin, as he pulled
back. Over and over he swallowed him, teeth scraping lightly from time to
"LexsogoodrightthereyesyesgodLex!" Fisting his left hand so
that he didn't grab the steering wheel and rip it off, Clark bucked up off
the seat, shielding Lex's head from a blow on the steering wheel with his
hand. He bit back whimpers and moans as he came, feeling the rasp of teeth
over his erection even as Lex swallowed his come down.
As the last spasm rippled through Clark, Lex swallowed it down, then sat
back in the seat, fumbling with his pants to free himself. "C'mere,"
he panted, tugging at Clark to pull him into his lap, jeans pushed down as
Lex held his cock up for Clark to sit on.
Already moving to do as Lex said, Clark was straddling the older man's
legs, shaking his head in confusion and frustration at the binding grip of
his jeans when his mind cleared enough to allow at least one thought
through. "Lex, there's a lot more room in the loft," he panted
nuzzling at his lover's head.
"Wanted you still shaking with your climax," Lex grumbled, but
it was true. "Okay, I'll just have to make you come again while I fuck
you. Come on." He grabbed hold of his pants, not wanting to trip over
them, and arched slightly beneath Clark, moaning when his erection rubbed
along the crease between his cheeks. "Move now or we're never going to
make it out of this truck."
Clark fumbled for the door handle, practically rolling out of the truck,
yanking his pants up as he struggled to find his balance on the frozen
ground. Grabbing Lex's hand, he dragged him out as well, slamming the door
shut before racing into the barn and up the stairs to the loft.
"Sit," he growled, pushing Lex in the direction of the couch and
stripping off his own clothes as quickly as possible.
Not even bothering with his usual sarcastic rejoinder, Lex simply yanked
his pants down and sat, eyes fixed on Clark like a fox on a hen.
"Come," he demanded, one hand stroking his cock as he watched him.
Pausing only to grab the lube from under the couch, not because it was
needed per se, but because he had to touch Lex, Clark squeezed some out into
his palm, warming it before stroking it over Lex's erection. Biting back a
groan at the feel of the hot flesh in his hand, he let go and straddled his
lover, gripping the back of the couch as he sank down onto Lex's cock,
loving the familiar stretch as it filled him.
Lex groaned as Clark sank onto him, surrounding him in tight heat, and
his hands rose to grip the other man's hips, clenching tightly as he rode
the initial pulse of pleasure. Only when he was sure he wasn't going to come
on the spot did his fingers relax slightly, now stroking Clark lazily as he
urged him to move. "Ride me," he panted, dilated eyes fixed on
Clark's, watching every expression.
Head hanging down, mouth slightly open so that he could pant, Clark
nodded, nudging Lex's face up so that he could ravage the older man's mouth.
Once all he could taste was Lex, Clark started to move, rocking his hips and
moaning at the feel of Lex's cock moving in his ass.
"Fuck," Lex groaned, biting his lip hard to distract himself
from the aching pleasure, wanting to make this last. "So fucking good,
so hot, so tight..." His fingers tightened suddenly, and he wrenched
Clark down as he thrust up, driving as deep as he could go before relaxing
again and letting Clark resume control.
A strangled cry burst from Clark's lips as Lex's erection rubbed over his
prostate, and he felt his own cock twitch and slowly harden in response to
the stimulation. Trying to keep their bodies aligned at that angle, he
rocked up and down, his groans and gasps a low counterpoint to Lex's grunts.
"Oh god, yeah, that's it, like that," Lex gasped, his fingers
clutching at Clark hard enough to bruise anyone else. His head fell back
against the cushions as he gave himself up to the sensations, then a stray
thought occurred to him. A truly wicked grin tilted his lips, and his hands
slid back over Clark's ass until he could push a finger inside him alongside
Clark flew up off the couch, barely halting himself before Lex's shaft
slipped out of him. "Oh my... God, Lex, yes," he whimpered,
tilting his hips and pushing back down, feeling a new and exciting fullness.
He leaned in closer to Lex, his cock rubbing against the older man's chest,
his face resting against Lex's forehead.
"The look on your face," Lex moaned, staring at him as he
pushed a finger from his other hand inside as well, spreading him open for
his cock as he thrust upward. His own back arched as he sat up, his mouth
closing unerringly over a rigid nipple, teeth catching and tugging it as he
"Shit!" Wondering if it was possible go insane from pleasure,
Clark threw his head back, arching his chest into Lex's mouth at the same
time he writhed up and down, each move sending him nearer the edge.
Lex released the nipple to whisper, "Next time I do this, I'll make
sure to have the Prince Albert in so you can feel the metal hitting your
prostate with every thrust. Remember how good that feels?" he purred,
staring up at him, wanting to watch as his orgasm hit.
Clark's response was a garbled yell that echoed through the quiet barn as
he slammed back down, taking Lex's erection and fingers into him as deeply
as possible. Rubbing frantically against his lover's body, he cried out,
imagining what this would feel like with Lex's piercing in place, and came,
sending gouts of semen over his chest and Lex's.
Lex had been holding back his own orgasm for so long that the convulsions
of Clark's climax sent him over the edge as well, yelling Clark's name as he
rose off the couch in a violent thrust deep inside him, his body spasming as
After what felt like an eternity, Clark was able to move, and he lifted
his head from Lex's shoulder, smiling groggily at him. "Warm
"As a beach in Bermuda," Lex mumbled, not opening his eyes
although a smile curved his lips. "You're better than central
"Gee, more things to add to my description," Clark chuckled.
"It's getting pretty long."
"That can all be summed up in a single word: Clark." Lex
finally opened his eyes as he pulled Clark down to kiss him.
Smiling, his lips still brushing Lex's, Clark blushed. "I think my
best descriptor is your lover."
"I like that one," Lex agreed, arms now loosely linked around
Clark's waist. "I wish we didn't ever have to move. I like this, being
together, me inside you," he added with a throaty purr.
"Mmm," Clark sighed, rubbing his face against Lex's neck and
licking at the soft skin there. "Wish we could go to sleep like this,
but between the chance of Mom or Dad coming out to look for us and the fact
that your legs are going to fall asleep soon, we're gonna have to move. We
can go curl up in bed as soon as we get back to the house though."
"Sounds good," Lex said, then sighed when he finally softened
and slipped out of his lover. "And I guess that means that we ought to
get moving." Despite his words, neither of them seemed in a hurry to
move, content to remain there together for a few more moments. Now that they
weren't exerting themselves any longer, Lex shivered a bit as the sweat
dried on him in the chill air.
Frowning when he felt Lex shudder, Clark sat back, bending over to reach
for the box of wet wipes under the couch and cleaned them both up before
backing off of Lex's lap and rearranging his lover's clothes, not worried
about his own. "Time to get you inside. Your legs okay to walk, or want
me to carry you?"
"I'll walk, thanks," Lex said as he stood up, a little shaky
for a moment until he stamped his feet to get the blood flow going again.
"The last thing I need is for your father to see that. I can just
imagine the mileage he'd get out of it. I swear that man can be as bad as
Once Lex was standing, Clark pulled up his pants, patiently tucking him
in and fastening them around his waist. That done, he reached for his own
clothes, only bothering to pull on his jeans, bundling the rest of them
under his arm so as not to waste time. "Nah, he'd come up with some
saying about standing on your own two feet or something."
Lex shuddered. "Are they home yet?" If they were, he might get
over his aversion to being carried and have Clark zip them inside faster
than the eye could see. He wasn't up for any more conversation tonight; he
just wanted to be alone with Clark.
Glancing behind them, Clark looked through the barn walls and shook his
head. "Nope, and I don't hear the truck yet, so we've got a little
"Good," Lex said with relief, then explained when Clark looked
at him oddly. "I like your parents, Clark, but I'm not used to having
people around all the time. Sometimes I just want it to be us."
Clark nodded, looking a bit pensive. "We could do more at your place
if you want. I know it can't be convenient, you coming out here most every
Lex shrugged easily as they started toward the stairs. "No, it's
fine. There are just times when I need it to be about us, two adults, not
Jonathan and Martha Kent's son. They've been amazing about this, but they're
parents, and they see their child. Right now, I just want to enjoy the
Catching Lex's hand in his, Clark smiled. "I thought you just did. I
like it when it's just us too, and I love that you put up with so much to be
with me." Once they reached the ground, he leaned in and brushed a kiss
on Lex's temple. "A week and a half and we'll have a week alone, just
"If there's a god, we'll be snowed in for the rest of the
winter," Lex chuckled, shaking off his faintly somber mood.
"Either way, you'll be getting a lot of exercise--the slopes during the
day and me at night. We may even make it out of our cabin one night so I can
show you off and watch them all drool."
"More clubs?" Clark didn't know whether to be excited or
worried, but he decided on the former. "And you mean I don't get you in
the day too? Packing me off to the bunny slopes while you do the big
"Clark, I've seen what you're like when you're not pretending to be
clumsy or around meteor fragments. I'll be chasing you down the expert
slopes by noon on the first day, trying to keep up... and maybe tripping you
behind a nice big tree occasionally."
Blushing a bit, Clark grinned and ducked his head. "Only if you
promise to let me land on the bottom so that you don't get smashed into the
snow." They reached the house, and he opened the door, taking his
jacket from Lex and hanging it on the hook nearby then dropping his boots on
Waiting until Lex had done the same, he followed the older man up the
stairs. "You want the bathroom first?"
"Think we could get away with sharing if all we do is wash in
the shower?" Lex asked a little wistfully. He loved sharing a shower
with Clark, but that was something they'd never dared do here, not even
Worried about his parents' reaction, Clark was about to say no, but
something in Lex's expression stopped him. "If all we do is wash, and
if we hurry," he said, dropping his shirt, socks and boxers in the
clothes hamper in his room and skinning out of his jeans. "Get
undressed and I'll start the water." Grabbing clean underwear and his
pajamas, he headed into the bathroom, turning on the water and making sure
it was warm enough for Lex, but not too hot.
A faint smile played around Lex's lips as he stripped and reached for the
robe that had taken up permanent residence in Clark's bedroom. He followed
the younger man into the bathroom, sighing blissfully when the hot water
pounded into him. "Oh, that's good."
Stepping back enough to watch the beatific expression on Lex's face and
the way his whole body relaxed, Clark had to remind himself that his folks
were going to be home soon. Grabbing a washcloth, he squirted some of Lex's
soap onto it and began washing his lover, enjoying the simple closeness this
act provided as much as their earlier love-making.
"Mmmm, you have about a hundred years to stop doing that," Lex
purred, leaning into the strokes like a cat being petted. Who needed
alcohol, drugs or expensive therapy? Give Lex Luthor hot water and Clark
Kent, and he was a happy man.
"Minor problem: we need to be out of here in five minutes. How about
when we get to Aspen we take a night out and lounge in the tub. You do
have a Jacuzzi there, don't you?"
"Of course." Lex looked like Clark had asked him if there was
air to breathe. "And that is a very good plan; I'm going to hold you to
it. We'll have a tray of food and drinks beside it and stay there till I'm a
Clark grinned wickedly. "And then it will be up to me to plump you
up." He shifted his hands to Lex's scalp, massaging the creamy foam
over his head.
"Which you do so well but which we will not discuss now in
your parents' house." Lex leaned back against him, bonelessly content
while Clark did whatever he pleased with him.
"Good point. Turn around." When Lex did as he asked, Clark
worked on his back, keeping an ear out for the sound of his parents' truck
so they'd have time to get out and dry before they got in trouble. Knowing
time was short, he finally stepped back, bumping into the wall behind him as
he did so. "Gotta do me now," he said, ducking his head under the
spray and grabbing for the shampoo.
"With pleasure." Lex snatched the bottle away, pouring some
into his own palm and then beginning to massage it into Clark's hair. His
fingers covered every inch of Clark's scalp before urging him to lean back
into the spray to rinse the suds away.
"I wasn't asking, I uuuu..." Words dissolved into a pleasured
moan as Lex's strong fingers massaged his scalp, and he knew he had a stupid
grin on his face.
"Be quiet and let me play," Lex ordered, finishing with his
hair and starting on his body, shower gel-slicked hands moving over the
muscled torso, smoothing along his body as they washed him.
"Yes, Lex, whatever you want, Lex," Clark mumbled, closing his
eyes and turning obediently when he was nudged in one direction or the
A low rumble in the distance, though, and Clark stood straight up, almost
knocking the showerhead off the wall. "Shit! They're about a mile away;
we need to get dried off and out of here!"
Grumbling faintly, Lex rinsed the last of the soap off of Clark and
switched the water off. "Calm down, Clark. We haven't done anything
wrong, haven't broken the house rules. And we'll be tucked into bed like
good little boys by the time they get here." He stepped out and began
to towel off vigorously.
Pulling his own towel off the hook, Clark took a deep breath.
"Sorry, you're right. I just don't want to get them PO'ed about
anything, and honestly, if you'd have kept that up much longer, we might
have been breaking the rules!"
He scrubbed the towel over his sopping hair, leaving it only damp, then
dried his body as well.
"Which is why I wouldn't have," Lex admitted. "I made a
promise to your mother, and I'm not going to break it, no matter how much
I'd like to sometimes." He shrugged into his robe and waited for Clark
to do the same before opening the door so they could head back to the
Once they were curled up in bed together, snuggled underneath the weight
of the down comforter, Clark kissed Lex's neck. "You talk about how you
might have turned out except for me, then I hear you say something like you
just did, and I think there's no way on earth you could have done anything
but good with your life."
Lex smiled a little sadly. "As long as you keep believing that,
maybe I can too." He knew that he would have become a very different
person without Clark in his life or if Jonathan and Martha had prevented
them from staying together, but that was in the past now. "I traded
Lionel Luthor for three Kents; I definitely got the best of that deal."
Clark sighed and sifted onto his back, curling Lex in against his chest.
"Three of a kind is always a good hand," he murmured, closing his
eyes as he heard the truck pull up outside and his parents' voices as they
"Go to sleep, Clark, you're not making any sense." Fond
amusement rang in Lex's voice as he lay listening to Clark breathe for a
little while before falling asleep himself.
Sitting of the floor in the Kents' living room, practically under the
tree, with a glass of honest to god eggnog at hand and Clark half across his
lap, Lex wondered for a moment if this was all some weird dream. Maybe the
past year was a hallucination and he was still in the river after going off
the bridge? But then he looked down as Clark chortled gleefully at the new
Playstation games in the box he'd just opened, and he knew this was as real
as it got.
Now he just had to hope that he'd guessed right about the gift for
Jonathan and Martha. He held his breath as Martha opened the box, finding
another, and another nested inside, finally getting to the envelope that
contained tickets for two to Hawaii. He'd heard her mention how much she'd
like to go there, so he'd arranged the trip.... Now to find out if he'd
Staring at the tickets and hotel information in her hands with wide eyes,
Martha looked at her husband, then at Lex. "Lex, oh my. I don't know
what to say."
"Say 'yes', Mom!" Clark laughed, tilting his head back to grin
at his lover and reaching for the rectangular box that held his last
present--one that he thought Lex would like a bit more than the Krillin and
Goku dolls he'd given him earlier.
One look at the hopeful expression on Lex's face made up Martha's mind
for her, and she beamed at him. "I hope you two don't mind watching the
farm while we're gone."
"I'll even promise not to touch anything," Lex vowed, grinning
with relief when Jonathan added his thanks as well. "Even I can't
destroy an entire farm in a single week."
"And I won't throw any parties," Clark promised.
"That's a very good idea, Clark," Martha laughed before looking
down at the tickets again, unable to believe they were real.
"No fireworks either," Lex added, relaxing against Clark.
"The tickets are open whenever you want to use them. Just decide when
you want to go, and you're off."
"We will be discussing this later," Martha promised Jonathan
before smiling over at her son's boyfriend, the man who had somehow become a
part of their family as well. "Thank you, Lex. For this and for showing
us why Clark loves you the way he does."
Flushing and looking uncomfortable, Lex mumbled something and shoved
Clark toward the tree. "You're slacking off, elf. There are still gifts
Giving the older man a quick hug, Clark pressed the box he was holding
into his hands. "Yeah, and this one's yours."
Looking rather startled, Lex took it hesitantly. "But..." He'd
already had the gag gift from Clark and a hand-knitted sweater from Martha
and Jonathan. Looking a bit like a kid who'd just seen Santa, he eagerly
tore the paper off, then pulled the box open. "Huh?" He pulled out
a stuffed animal, a dog, not noticing the envelope beneath it yet.
"Keep going." Clark was sitting, his arms wrapped around his
knees, grinning as he watched Lex look through the tissue paper and hoping
he hadn't misread his lover's interest in the puppy the other week.
Spotting the envelope, Lex pulled it out of the box and opened it, then
stopped and stared for a long moment before turning to look at Clark, an
incredibly open, hopeful expression on his face. "Is this...?"
"A puppy. For you... if you want it. The Seavers' bitch had a litter
a couple of weeks ago. She's not purebred or anything, but both her parents
are really nice dogs, and..." Clark broke off watching Lex carefully.
Lex stared down at the pictures in his hand, seeing the details of the
fluffy black and white pup, noticing the black spot on her face that gave
her a cute, comical, almost quizzical expression. "I always wanted a
dog," he said softly, mostly to himself.
Watching the boys, Jonathan felt his heart seize at the wistful comment
and once more cursed Lionel for what he'd done to his own son in his quest
to make him strong.
Uncurling and scooting over to take Lex in his arms, Clark gently kissed
the side of his face. "So, does that mean you like her?"
"She's wonderful, Clark, thank you." Lex could hardly tear his
eyes away from the pictures of the dog, his dog, but he turned to
kiss Clark gratefully. "What's her name?"
"You tell me." Hugging Lex tightly, Clark shot a look at his
parents in time to see his mother wipe a tear from her cheek. "Or we
can wait until you meet her. The pups can't leave their mom for another week
or so, but you can visit all you want so she knows you."
"I'll wait," Lex decided, finally putting the pictures down and
wrapping his arms around Clark. "It has to fit her." He was
already planning how they could squeeze in a visit the next day and possibly
on Friday as well before they left on their trip, eager to meet her.
"Exactly. And now that you opened that one, you can open this
one." Reaching back, Clark handed Lex a largish box that was
Digging through the dog care items, Lex beamed when he looked up.
"Seems like all we still need to get is some toys and food... and find
a good vet for her." He frowned worriedly, wondering if maybe he
shouldn't bring someone in from Metropolis for her.
"Doctor Ames is the one most everyone around here uses," Martha
commented, taking a sip of her coffee before laying her head back on
"And he's going to give her her shots before she goes home with
you," Clark added. "Unless you want to get someone else in."
"Is he good? He won't hurt her, will he?" A tiny part of Lex's
mind was listening to this in disbelief and laughing itself sick over the
whole thing, but the rest of him was intent on his dog.
"No, he's good with animals," Jonathan promised.
"And we can be there when he's giving her the shots if you want.
Plus eventually you're going to have to get her fixed..."
"Um. We'll deal with that later." While Lex had to admit that
he really wasn't prepared to deal with a houseful of perpetually reproducing
puppies, he wasn't ready to think about the alternative yet either.
"Okay." Clark grinned again and attacked Lex with the stuffed
dog, toppling them both flat on the floor. "Woof, woof!"
Startled for a moment, Lex burst out laughing and grabbed a cushion to
hit him, pummeling him as he tried--admittedly not very hard--to get free.
"Don't knock the tree over, boys," Jonathan advised, knowing
that Martha would make sure they regretted it if they did. "I think I'm
going to go make breakfast. Keep it down to a dull roar in here, all
"Okay, Mom," Clark laughed, bouncing the dog on Lex's belly,
then snuggling it up under his chin. "Are we having the usual?"
Lex squirmed, the plush fur tickling him. "What's the usual?"
he wanted to know, resorting to fingers on Clark's ribs to free himself.
"Argh!" Squirming back to avoid being tickled, Clark's foot hit
the base of the tree and sent it toppling toward them, the only thing saving
it from certain doom being the fact that he blurred into motion and caught
it, setting it straight again and avoiding his father's look.
"The usual is waffles and bacon and eggs and hash browns."
Clark's expression grew dreamy at the thought of it.
Eyeing the tree warily, Lex backed away, not wanting to be anywhere near
if it did go over. Then he noticed Clark's expression and started to laugh.
"Clark, if you were ever going to leave me, it would be for food. I
think I should be jealous!"
Rolling over onto his stomach and pawing through the new games Lex had
gotten him, Clark shrugged. "Maybe if you have a twin who can cook as
good as Mom."
"Apparently I'd better make sure never to lose my cook or I'll lose
my lo-boyfriend as well," Lex sighed, shaking his head forlornly.
"You really need to stop thinking with your stomach, Clark."
Giving up, Lex laughed and got to his feet. "I'm going to see if
Martha needs any help, bottomless pit. Try not to eat the furniture while
"Woof!" Snickering, Clark tossed the stuffed dog at Lex before
going back to looking at the games and the things for the truck his parents
had given him.
"Lex, I - I've never been on a plane before." Clark looked out
the window of the private lounge at the sleek jet being fueled on the
tarmac. "And I'm afraid of heights."
"Clark, you can fly on your own! Or at least float," Lex
amended. "Don't you think it's kind of silly to be afraid of heights?
It's not like you could get hurt even if you did fall off a building. At
least my own terror is based on a purely reasonable knowledge that I could
get killed," he teased.
"Thanks so much for that cheery reassurance," Clark sighed.
"I know it's silly, but I am--or I was anyway. Lately when I've been up
high, I've been trying to save someone, so I haven't noticed it."
"Think of it this way, it's the only way to become a member of the
mile high club."
Fighting the flush that stained his cheeks, Clark slowly turned from the
window, shaking his head. "You do have a very persuasive argument, Mr.
"I thought you might see it my way." Lex leaned back in his
seat, sipping his champagne, and enjoyed the view. Looking at Clark was
always one of his favorite pastimes, but wearing the new clothes Lex had
bought him for the trip, he looked ever more edible than usual.
"What?" Clark asked, frowning slightly at the way Lex was
looking at him. "Did I spill something on myself this morning, or did
Sheri get me dirty?" They'd managed a stop at the Seavers' place on the
way to Metropolis and the airport so Lex could have a goodbye with his
puppy, and Clark was still grinning when they got to the airport because of
how his lover had looked cooing to the little dog.
"Just the opposite," Lex said, now leering. "You look
edible. And I'm looking forward to snacking."
Knowing he was blushing but unable to do anything about it, Clark rubbed
at the back of his neck and grinned. "Snack all you want."
A uniformed steward opened the door to the tarmac and stepped inside.
"Mr. Luthor, the plane's ready whenever you'd like to board."
Torn between excitement and feeling ill, Clark grabbed his jacket,
waiting for Lex to finish his drink and stand. "So we're going to go
rent stuff when we get there?" he asked, unable to put the reason for
their trip totally aside from his mind.
"We're going to go buy you what you need," Lex corrected.
"My ski equipment is already there, and someone will have gotten it out
for me. This way you can just leave it all there so it'll be waiting next
time we go. It saves a lot of time." Lex strolled out to the plane,
holding Clark's hand to try to reassure him. He looked around with approval,
inspecting the plane. It was the first time he'd used it since purchasing it
after launching Lexcorp. "Not bad," he said, sinking into the
"Not bad?" Clark's jaw was hanging down to his chest. The
inside of the jet looked like something from a posh hotel, not an airplane.
He sank into the captain's chair next to Lex, shaking his head. "Not
bad he says. I suppose arguing with you about buying me ski stuff is out of
"Well, if you feel an urge to hone your debate skills, feel free,
but it won't change my mind." Lex smiled sweetly. He wanted another
drink, but he was going to have to wait till they'd taken off, so he
concentrated on Clark, something he enjoyed doing anyway. "I'm sure we
could find better uses for our mouths though."
"You mean there's food on this flight?" Clark asked innocently.
"There are times that I really wonder about you." Suddenly
realizing that Clark could hold him far more securely than any seatbelt, Lex
got up and moved into Clark's lap. "Much better," he sighed.
"I think I like this better than scotch... which is how I usually get
through air flights."
"You don't like flying?" Clark frowned, not having realized
this fact before. "But, you travel so much..."
"Did you think I was kidding earlier when I said that I was afraid
of heights? I was very serious, and flying definitely involves heights. I
"Wow." Tightening his arms around his lover's body, Clark held
him close. "I just never thought about you being scared of anything,
"I don't like being out of control, and flying I have to trust my
life to someone else, to the pilot's reflexes and knowledge, to air traffic
controllers... and I just plain hate heights!" he admitted. He hated
the feeling of vertigo he got when he looked down, hated the reminder of
weakness he'd long left behind.
Stroking a hand gently over Lex's back, Clark nodded, looking up when he
felt the plane move. "I guess I'll just have to distract you once we
take off, then won't I?"
"However will you manage that?" Lex purred, reclining against
Clark's chest, head pillowed on his shoulder, the heat of his body soaking
into Lex as he slowly relaxed, the tension of anticipating the flight being
leached away by their closeness.
"I'm smart, I'll think of something." Settling back into the
seat, Clark rested his cheek against Lex's temple, murmuring quiet nonsense
as the plane taxied out onto the runway, soothing himself as much as his
"Mr. Luthor, I'm going to have to ask you to put on a
seatbelt," the flight attendant said apologetically.
"Think you can get it around both of us?" Lex asked Clark,
knowing that he was safer than any seatbelt could ever be but not about to
try to explain that.
"I can try." Squirming and reaching under his leg, Clark found
the seatbelt and pulled it out to its maximum length, which proved to be
long enough to wrap around both him and Lex. Apparently, this satisfied the
woman, because she turned, spoke into the intercom to the cockpit, then took
her own seat by the doors.
"Another first for me with you," Clark smiled, kissing Lex's
"Lucky for her or she was going to find herself summarily fired.
Private plane, my money, seatbelts optional," Lex said concisely. He
was thinking about getting a new one, preferably with a nice big bed in a
stateroom, and making this one into the Lexcorp corporate jet. As his
company expanded and he hired more executives, it would be convenient. As it
was, several of the scientists in the research division could use a plane at
their disposal; they often had to fly to other countries to meet with
"Lex, she was just doing her job." Clark stared at the older
"Part of which includes doing as she's told by her employer.
Me." Lex stared back, refusing to back down. While he privately
admitted that firing her probably would have been an overreaction, he was
not going to let Clark influence his business decisions. He allowed Clark's
conscience to temper his own instincts, but that was as far as it could go.
"You can be so stubborn! You're just like my dad!" Clark looked
out of the window and was amazed to find that they were in the air and a
good distance off the ground.
"I have to be stubborn around you, or you'd walk all over me."
Lex was teasing, but the words were true. Clark had a stubborn streak a mile
wide, and he liked to get his own way. Sooner or later the two of them were
going to crash head on, and he had a feeling it would be explosive.
Hopefully the making up would be equally so. A small, anticipatory smile
curled his lips.
Opening his mouth to argue with Lex about that, Clark thought better of
it, and shut it again. They had a week alone together; he wasn't going to
ruin it by getting into a fight before they'd even left Kansas!
"What are you smiling about?"
"Make up sex," Lex replied, raising his head to nibble on
Clark's throat, enjoying the faintly salty flavor of him.
"But that would mean we'd have to fight first, and I don't want to
do that." Shivering at the feel of Lex's teeth ghosting over his
throat, Clark leaned his head against the seat and closed his eyes, sliding
a hand up Lex's back to rub at his neck.
Not wanting to fight about fighting, Lex let it slide, knowing that
experience would prove his point for him eventually. Right now, he just
wanted to enjoy the start of their vacation, pressing close as he unbuttoned
Clark's shirt so he could lay a trail of bites down lower.
Opening his eyes a slit and groaning as he unhooked the seatbelt from
around them, Clark caught sight of the flight attendant's legs near the
galley at the front of the plane, and he yelped. "Lex, she's right there!"
"And she'll stay right there unless we call her. Think mile high
club, Clark," Lex rasped, now licking Clark's throat.
"Isn't - isn't there a bathroom or something?" Clark pleaded,
squirming against the smooth leather beneath him.
"Well, if you insist." Lex stood up, pulling Clark with him,
and drew him toward the restroom, not making any attempt to hide what they
Certain he was going to die of embarrassment, Clark followed willingly,
waiting until the door was shut behind them to crowd up against Lex in the
confined space, kissing him.
"You're cute when you're blushing," Lex teased between hungry
kisses, hand moving between them to unfasten their pants, eager fingers
curling around the erection he found. "Fuck or be fucked?"
Growling because of the reminder about his reaction to things like this,
Clark bodily lifted Lex and set him on the countertop by the sink.
"Fuck." Catching Lex's mouth again, he kissed him hungrily, his
fingers already working at the buttons to his shirt.
"Okay," Lex said happily, arms and legs wrapping around Clark,
and he was very grateful that the restroom was much bigger than the standard
ones on commercial airlines. This was a lot more comfortable.
"Now!" he added demandingly, arching upward to rub their erections
"Clothes!" Clark laughed, quickly undoing the rest of Lex's
buttons, then working on his own, trying not to tear anything due to the
fact that the feel of Lex rubbing against him was driving him insane.
"Details," Lex grumbled, leaving it up to Clark while he amused
himself scraping his nails over each exposed inch of his lover's body,
leaning forward to bite at him.
"Pain in the ass." Muttering, Clark lifted Lex off the counter
and tugged his pants off, folding them on top of the closed toilet seat so
that they wouldn't be too wrinkled when they were done. His own, he shoved
down his hips before crowding in between Lex's thighs and biting at his ear.
"Lube?" he asked, knowing his lover would have stashed some
Lex fumbled behind him at the small cabinet that normally housed extra
towels, pulling it open. He blindly pawed through the contents, causing a
mini-avalanche of towels, rolls of toilet paper, and small tubes of
lubricant. Managing to grab one, he shoved it at Clark as he tightened his
legs around the younger man's waist, pulling him closer.
"Always prepared. And you call me a boy scout." Grinning, Clark
opened the tube and squeezed some of the gel out onto his fingers, rubbing
them over the tightly clenched opening between Lex's legs before pressing
one inside, adding a second the instant he felt Lex relax around him.
"Naww, that's Duncan MacLeod... although you are both dark and
muscular. Hmm, wanna show me your sword?" Lex bit back a whimper as
Clark stretched him, involuntarily rising up to take his fingers deeper.
Making a face at the comparison, Clark crooked his fingers, searching for
and then finding Lex's prostate. "And who does that make you?" he
asked. "Methos?" To keep Lex from answering, Clark positioned his
erection at the now loose opening and pressed inward, swallowing the older
man's happy groan in a kiss.
Lex returned the kiss hungrily, not even caring about the sharp edge of
the counter digging into his ass. Feeling Clark inside him would make up for
far more than that, and he simply gave himself up to it, riding every thrust
into his body and demanding more.
"Mmm, Lex, so good," Clark breathed, lifting his lover a bit
higher and pulling him closer so that Lex's erection was caught between
their stomachs. With this as incentive, he could really get to like flying.
Whining, Lex lunged upward, arms going around Clark's neck to hold him
close while his mouth closed over his lover's, tongue pressing inside to
taste him. Every thrust rubbed against his cock, pressed as it was between
their bodies, and Lex knew he wasn't going to last long.
Groaning into Lex's mouth, Clark twisted his hips, needing to get deeper
into his lover. His fingers dug into Lex's ass, and he hoped he wasn't
bruising the other man, but God it felt good!
Lex screamed, the sound fortunately muffled by the kiss, as Clark somehow
managed to drive a little farther inside him. It was suddenly too much for
him, and he shook in his lover's grip as his seed spurted between them, his
ass clenching down around Clark in ecstatic spasms.
Clark froze when he felt Lex's muscles tighten around him, then gave a
low cry, managing only a few more thrusts before he came, slumping back
against the wall behind him the second his orgasm ended, Lex still caught in
his arms. "Okay, I think I like flying," he said dreamily.
"It's become my new favorite means of travel," Lex agreed,
sliding a hand between them, then raising it to his mouth to lick it clean.
Clark chuckled and slowly moved his hands up to Lex's waist, supporting
him until he had his feet on the floor and his balance back. "We just
won't look out the windows."
"Who needs windows?" Lex wondered indifferently. "I'd much
rather look at you." He reached for a towel, intending to clean them
up, then changed his mind and sank to his knees to lick Clark clean.
"Don't you mean lick up me?" Clark gasped, resting his head
against the wall and squirming as Lex's tongue moved over his groin.
"Well, I got you dirty; it's only fair that I clean up my
mess." He lapped delicately at the semen dotting Clark's belly, then
licked up the center of his chest as he rose to his feet to kiss him.
"Mmm, good point." Clark felt ready to collapse to the floor
and just stay there until they landed, but he managed to stay on his feet.
"So, how long is this flight anyway?"
"Not long enough," Lex grumbled. "We should get back to
our seats soon. We'll have enough time for a snack and something to drink,
but that's about it. We can have dinner in Aspen. Lots of good restaurants
"Do we need to rent a car?" As Clark asked the question, he was
reaching for his clothes, trying to shake out the wrinkles because he hadn't
been as careful with them as with Lex's.
"No, one of mine will be waiting for us at the airport." Lex
swiped at himself with a towel, cleaning up haphazardly before getting
dressed again, then watching Clark. "You know, watching you get dressed
is almost as good as getting you undressed," he observed.
Clark snorted out a laugh. "Just not as much fun afterward."
Trying not to elbow Lex or smack into the walls, Clark pulled on his
clothes, checking to make sure his shirt was buttoned correctly before
grasping the door handle and pulling it open.
Lex sauntered back to their seats and, once seated, summoned the
attendant to order another glass of champagne and a sandwich. "What
would you like, Clark?" He caught the younger man's hand in his,
indifferent to the slightly widened eyes of the young woman. He really
didn't give a damn what anyone thought about their relationship, so if she
had a problem with two men together, that was her issue not his.
"Coke, please," Clark said, glancing at the flight attendant
and frowning slightly when she continued to watch them. "And something
"We'll both have club sandwiches," Lex put in. "Now,"
he added sharply, making her start and practically scurry to the small
galley. "Sorry about that. I never thought about people outside of
Smallville not knowing about us. Apparently I need to write a memo,"
Clark pressed his lips together, trying not to snicker at that, but gave
up and laughed aloud. "'Dear Employees of Lexcorp, I am involved in a
loving homosexual relationship with a Smallville teenager. Please do not be
alarmed or disgusted or you will be fired'?"
"Concise and to the point, very good," Lex applauded, laughing
as well. "It would be worth sending a copy to Lionel just for his
reaction. And can you imagine the headlines in the Metropolis papers?"
"Ex-head of LuthorCorp found dead of a heart attack in his
"Don't tempt me," Lex grumbled, wishing it could be so easy to
rid themselves of Lionel's pervasive influence. "I'm really not looking
forward to the first time we have to deal with him in a social situation.
It'll make a wonderful photo op: he and Victoria, you and I, all baring our
teeth at one another."
Clark grimaced. "Just so long as she doesn't try to touch you."
"Heaven forbid. But I'll make sure my tetanus shots are up to date,
just in case."
The flight attendant brought their food and drinks, and Clark was silent
a moment as he took a bite of the sandwich. "Do you really think that
we'll run into them somewhere any time soon?"
"Not without warning. It's inevitable that we'll meet once we start
going to the various functions in Metropolis though. The upper echelons of
business are a very small world, and you meet the same people over and over.
And Lionel is still a major stockholder in LuthorCorp."
"Gee, those 'functions' sound like a lot of fun. Why do I picture
fancy food and boring music pitched low enough for people to make million
dollar deals without having to shout?"
"Because that's what they are. In addition to being an opportunity
to show off one's latest acquisitions. And you're going to have to be
prepared, Clark; that's exactly what most of them are going to think you
Clark shrugged; was it really any different than what a lot of people in
Smallville thought about their relationship? "Who cares what they
"I just don't want you to be hurt by the comments. You and I know
that's not how it is with us, but hardly anyone's going to believe it, at
least not at first." Once Lex had destroyed a few people for insulting
Clark, they might start to get the idea though.
"Then we'll just have to make them believe it." Shrugging
again, Clark tucked into his sandwich, risking a glance out the window and
becoming entranced by the sun-drenched clouds beneath them.
"They'll probably figure it out after ten or twenty years." Lex
took a bite of his own sandwich, then another, surprised by how hungry he
was after the huge brunch Martha had insisted on serving them earlier.
"Eh, who cares?" Clark reached for his soda, his face still
glued to the window. "God, Lex! You can see the mountains through the
clouds down there!"
Lex glanced over cautiously, glad that he hadn't yet eaten any more when
his stomach lurched. "Uh, yeah, very pretty."
"This is so cool!" Forgetting that he'd always been afraid of
heights, Clark remained at the window until the plane began to descend,
giving Lex a running commentary about the shapes and shadows below, not
noticing his lover's strained responses until he turned and caught sight of
Lex's greenish pallor. "I'm sorry! Are you okay? Do you need to get to
"No, I'm fine." Lex turned slightly so that he was no longer
facing the window, sandwich lying forgotten as he gripped the armrests and
took long, deep breaths.
"Don't lie to me, Lex." Standing, Clark moved over in front of
the older man, offering him a hand and dropping into his seat, pulling Lex
back into his lap and holding him close. "Sorry, I shouldn't have kept
talking about that."
Lex shrugged a bit, already relaxing now that he was leaning against
Clark and no longer looking out the window. "I want you to enjoy this
trip, Clark. Don't worry about it. As you pointed out earlier, I do this all
the time, and it hasn't killed me yet."
"Yeah, but I don't need to make you uncomfortable, either."
Clark kissed the side of Lex's head and rubbed one hand over his stomach.
"Who cares about the mountains? I have you."
"I like your priorities," Lex murmured, relaxed enough to reach
for his sandwich again.
"Considering that you're my number one priority, I love my
priorities," Clark chuckled, catching Lex's hand and bringing it to his
mouth to take a bite of his sandwich.
"Good man," Lex said with approval. "Although if you keep
stealing my food, I'm going to take you in for obedience training!" He
grabbed a quarter of Clark's sandwich in retaliation.
"Save it for Sheri," Clark chuckled, deciding to have his
dessert early and nibbling on Lex's neck. "Though why do I think I'm
going to have to be the hard-ass when it comes to dealing with Miss
"I have no idea what you mean," Lex replied loftily,
conveniently forgetting how he'd ended up on the ground cuddling the little
dog when she'd whimpered at him.
"Uh huh." Clark bit Lex again, this time somewhat harder.
"Just who brought over cashmere blankets because he thought she'd get
cold out in the Seavers' barn?"
"It's winter and she's so little," Lex retorted defensively.
"Would you like me to leave you all alone out in a barn with nothing to
keep you warm?"
"Lex, she has her mother and five brothers and sisters out there
with her; I don't think she's freezing!"
The flight attendant, about to come over to ask if they needed anything
else, fled back to the galley to muffle her laughter at the sight of the
full-blown pout on Lex Luthor's face.
"I just want her to be comfortable," Lex mumbled, taking an
almost vicious bite out of his sandwich.
Clark hid his face in the back of Lex's neck, trying not to break into
hysterics. "And the first time she tries to get 'comfortable' in the
middle of your pillow, what are you going to do?"
"Move her to the foot of the bed... or to her own bed if we need the
space," Lex replied calmly. This was his first pet and a gift
from Clark, and he was going to make sure that she had the best of
God, Lex had it bad... and Clark loved it. "What about the first
time she christens a pair of your five hundred dollar shoes?"
That actually made Lex pause for a moment and frown. "Take her for
that obedience training and get new shoes. And fire the person who left my
"But what if it was me?" Seeing Lex's expression, Clark gave in
and broke into hysterics.
Lex smacked him, then ignored him as he finished his sandwich. Leaning
back with a contented sigh, he simply enjoyed a moment of pure relaxation,
the first time he'd ever felt that way on a plane.
Feeling the change in the air pressure as the jet descended, Clark
reached for the seatbelt, strapping it around Lex and himself before the
flight attendant could come and ask that he do it. "This is going to be
so cool," he whispered excitedly, catching sight of the city of Aspen
"A whole week of skiing and debauchery. Sounds good to me too,"
Lex agreed, nodding pleasantly as the attendant took their dishes away
before belting herself in as well. "I'm not going to want to go back
when the week's up."
"Two things keep me from agreeing with that: school and my parents.
I really don't want child welfare or my father coming out here after
"God no!" Lex shuddered at the very idea. "And your mom
would be even scarier. I guess I'll have to content myself with one week now
and whatever we can manage in future. But I'm telling you right now, don't
make plans for the summer after you graduate."
Clark chuckled. "Should I apply for a passport before then too, or
are we just holing up somewhere for two months? And, umm, Lex, I hate to
remind you, but you do have two companies to run; wouldn't being out of
touch for that long be a problem?"
"Passport definitely required. And Clark, there's this wonderful
invention called the telephone, and a similar one called a cell phone. It
lets you keep in touch with people. You might want to check it out
"Fuck you, Lex. I happen to know that two tin cans with a string
between them is the best technology can offer. Don't go making up things to
Lex started laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. "God, I never
know what you're going to say next. But seriously, I can do what I need to
without interfering with our vacation. We'll have a great time touring
Clark grinned crookedly and snuggled Lex closer to him. "I guess
I'll have to work harder in French class then so I can understand what
people are saying."
"As long as you understand me, I'll be happy. And unless you're
planning to learn half a dozen languages between now and then, I wouldn't
worry about it too much. Everyone understands money."
"Tell me," Clark laughed, feeling the plane bounce as the
wheels hit the runway, "are we going to see anything on that trip
except for hotel rooms?"
"Oh, I'm sure we'll surface occasionally. Not even we can fuck for
two solid months!" Lex laughed.
"Hrmmm, you're probably right, but you never know..."
Snickering, Clark looked out the window again as the jet taxied toward the
private plane terminal. "Look at all the snow. God, this is going to be
a blast! How long will it take to get the stuff? Can we ski tomorrow?"
"Of course. We should be able to get what we need tonight, then
we'll be able to hit the slopes after breakfast tomorrow. I'll bet by lunch
you're ready to try the more difficult runs."
The jet pulled to a stop, and Clark heard the low rumble as the ground
crew rolled a set of stairs up to the doorway. "We can hope," he
grinned, reluctantly letting Lex go and undoing the seatbelt so they could
stand up. "Do we need to get the luggage?"
"You're joking, right?" Lex didn't think he'd ever carried his
own luggage in his entire life. "Do you want to go up the lodge first
or head into town and buy what we need and have dinner?"
Sighing, knowing this was just one more aspect of Lex's world he'd have
to accustom himself to, Clark shrugged. "If we want to get anything
done tonight, we should probably go into town first. Once we get back, I
really want to curl up with you in front of the fireplace. I'll even build
the fire for you." He grinned at the last.
"Just don't light anything else on fire," Lex said with a faint
chuckle. "But you're probably right. We'll go do our shopping, then get
dinner, then go home and relax together... or better still, not relax."
"Or not relax, then relax," Clark concluded. The flight
attendant opened the door, and a rush of cold air dropped the temperature in
the cabin almost instantly. Reaching into the closet, Clark grabbed Lex's
overcoat, holding it out so that he could slide into it and stay warm.
"You're going to mother me for the rest of my life, aren't
you?" Lex asked, not sounding overly upset by the prospect. Once on the
tarmac and moving toward the terminal, he slid an arm around Clark's waist,
noticing but shrugging off the looks they got from some people.
"Probably," Clark shrugged. "Someone has to and I don't
see you complaining about when Mom or I do it." They reached the
terminal and made it inside, Clark following where Lex led. "So, how
many stores do we have to go to before we get food tonight?"
"Just one, I'd imagine. We just need to get you the ski gear, which
won't exactly be hard to find in this town. Don't worry, I'm aware of the
need to keep you fed."
"My hero. I think I'll avoid asking just what we need to get though.
Maybe I should close my eyes and let you just pile it on me."
"Just make sure you open them again before we actually start skiing.
It wouldn't be fair to the trees to let you slam into them."
Clark stuck his tongue out. "Brat." They walked out the
building's main entrance to find a black Mercedes SUV waiting for them,
already warming up and loaded with their luggage. "How did they do that
"Private plane, Clark. It's not like they have to unload a whole
pile of luggage and send it through whatever they do in the bowels of the
airport. Open plane, put luggage in secure cart, bring to car. Simple
enough." Quick service like that was a fact of Lex's world and one he
enjoyed. He couldn't imagine having to wait half an hour for his luggage or
find out that it had been sent to some other destination.
"For you maybe." Still shaking his head, Clark climbed in the
passenger side of the SUV, settling back and doing up his seatbelt, waiting
until Lex had pulled out onto the access road before taking his hand.
"This week is going to be amazing, thank you."
"You really don't have to thank me, love. I'm definitely getting the
best of this deal: a whole week alone with you, no curfews or homework or
phone calls or interruptions of any kind. I'm going to enjoy every moment of
"I know... how about I tell you that I love you instead?" Clark
offered, bringing Lex's hand up to his lips and kissing it.
"You can do that whenever you want." Lex pulled up at the curb
on a street lined with trendy boutiques, most of them related to skiing in
some way. "Okay, here we go. I usually get my stuff there," he
nodded toward a store a few doors down.
Eyeing the obviously well-to-do people wandering the sidewalk, all
dressed like something out of a ski magazine, Clark swallowed. "You
just point me at what you think I need, okay?" He opened the door and
swung out of the car.
"Clark, don't let them intimidate you. The only thing they have that
you don't is money. That doesn't make up for everything that they
lack." Lex came around the car and pinned Clark against it while he
kissed him. Hard.
Blinking and licking his lips, Clark grinned, not caring that several of
the shoppers had stopped to watch them. "Main thing they don't have is
you," he murmured, hugging Lex close, then looking at the store.
"Let's go outfit me."
"Mmm, fun. And it's going to be hard, but I'll do my best to inspect
the fit of each item," Lex said with a put-upon sigh, though his eyes
were sparkling with laughter.
"Pervert!" Bumping his hip against Lex's, Clark snickered and
opened the door for the both of them, relieved that the salespeople seemed
more friendly then the ones at that shop in Metropolis had been. "So,
"Hey, Lex, good to see you again." One of the salesmen headed
their way, taking note of how close the two of them were standing to each
other and starting to smile.
"Tony! How's it going? I see pre-med hasn't killed you yet."
Lex greeted the young man with a friendly smile, recognizing someone he'd
gotten to know a couple of years ago during the winter break.
"Nope, I'm almost done. This is my last year, then med school. I'll
be a doctor yet."
"I never doubted it. Clark, this is Tony, Tony, Clark. Tony, Clark
needs to be outfitted. You name it, he needs it. Help us out."
"Glad to meet you." Clark held his hand out to the tall, tanned
blond, smiling when Tony shook it without hesitation. "I've never done
this before, so be gentle," he laughed, looking around at the displays
of clothing, skis, boots and other gear that was necessary for the sport.
"You sound like my girlfriend the first time I brought her. She's a
real California girl, so it was a bit of a shock to her. But you'll love it.
And Lex knows the best runs."
"I'm used to the cold, but mountains? I'm from Kansas," Clark
laughed. "None out there." He glanced over at Lex while he was
talking and winked. "I agree about Lex knowing the best things though.
So, what first?"
"Let's get the important stuff first, the boots and skis, then we
can worry about the clothes. And let me guess, you want something that won't
clash with black and purple?" Tony was trying hard not to laugh, but
the way Lex was glaring at one of the snow bunnies who'd been eyeing Clark
was too funny.
"Maybe pink and gray?" Clark had been expecting a reaction from
Lex when he suggested that, and when none was forthcoming, he waved his hand
in front of his boyfriend's face. "Earth to Lex... Any fashion tips
before I look for blue and red?"
"Green," Lex replied emphatically, tearing his eyes away from
the rapidly retreating back of the vapid blonde who'd been looking at Clark.
"Preferably something with a big 'Lex's' on the back," he added in
"I think I can find something to make you both happy, but as for the
embroidery, that we don't do here." Tony led Clark over to the ski
display and launched into a detailed, but simple to understand, description
of the different types and what they were best for.
After picking a make with much input from Tony and Lex and measuring
Clark's height to get the correct length, they moved on to boots and
bindings. "God, this is more complicated then I thought!"
"The best things always are... and they're worth it." Lex
glanced quickly at Clark before returning his attention to Tony as they
debated the best ones for Clark. "Here, try these, love. See how they
feel," Lex suggested, handing over one of the pair that they thought
would suit him.
"I'm really feeling like that girl in 'My Fair Lady' about
now," Clark chuckled, pulling on the stiff boots and standing up,
waiting until Tony had fastened them on before trying to walk in them.
"How do people keep from breaking their necks in these?"
"They usually attach skis and glide over the snow," Lex replied
dryly, fighting back a grin.
Clark looked at Tony and rolled his eyes. "Everyone's a comedian.
These feel pretty good, I guess."
A little startled, Tony stared at Lex for an instant before nodding and
standing up. He and Lex had become friendly, but he'd never seen him this
open before or so at ease with casual touching. "Do you two go to
college together?" he asked curiously as he went to get a pair of skis
that he thought might be right for Clark.
Lex looked surprised, then realized that the last time he'd seen Tony, he
had still been in college. And not being a business major or from Kansas,
there was no reason why the other man should have any idea who he was.
"No, we live in the same town."
"Metropolis, right?" Tony asked, bringing over a pair of skis
for Clark and Lex to inspect.
"Smallville actually. I moved out there about a year ago when my
father and I came to a parting of the ways."
"And then he tried to run me over," Clark commented. "It
was quite the way to meet." He looked from the boots to the skis.
"Well, they look good together anyway."
Lex nodded. "Yes, they'll do nicely. You can get the bindings put on
while we get clothes." He stood up from the chair, waiting till Clark
had removed the ski boots and put his own back on. "So, what do you
have in green?"
Tony laughed. "Let me just get these taken care of, and I'll lead
you to the clothes... and you two can argue about colors."
Once Tony had left them in the apparel section of the store, Clark turned
to Lex, pulling him behind a rack of snowsuits and kissing him. "You
are so cute when you're jealous," he murmured.
Lex managed to look abashed and defiant at the same time. "Like you
aren't? We're quite the pair," he said, looping his arms around Clark's
waist. "But right now we need to get you some ski clothes, or you'll
never get dinner tonight."
"Yes, sir," Clark murmured, glancing around them and trying to
find something that wasn't too bright or too techno for his tastes. Spotting
a dark hunter green jacket, Clark grabbed it, holding it up for Lex's
inspection. "How about this?"
"Perfect," Lex approved. "All you need is a pair of black
ski pants and sweater, and you're all set. No wait, gloves and glasses
too." He looked around, then drew Clark toward a rack of clothes,
picking out the pants and hesitating over the sweaters. "See anything
Clark smiled hungrily. "Is that a trick question?"
"Clothes, Clark! Unless you really want me to fuck you in the
"Clothes, right." Giving himself a shake, Clark looked at the
rack of sweaters, occasionally holding one up to look at more closely or for
Lex's opinion before putting it back. "How about this?" he asked,
retrieving a heavy gray wool design with flecks of green, red and black
"Nice. But you need to try it all on to make sure it's comfortable.
Nothing worse than skiing all day with something binding you. And a
turtleneck under it would probably make that sweater more comfortable."
Lex reached for a shirt the same shade of green as the flecks in the
Taking all the clothes they'd collected, Clark headed for the dressing
room, wondering if he was even going to be able to move when they got to the
ski slopes. "I think you'd better stay out here," he said,
grinning slightly. "Or we'll never get out of here."
Ducking into the small room, Clark stripped off his shirt, then paused
with his pants. "What do I wear under these snowpants?" he called.
Lex groaned, a whole series of images coming to mind. "A jockstrap
would be good. Just try them with your boxers for now, Clark."
"Take one step toward that room and I'm tackling you to the ground,
Lex," Tony warned in a laughing tone. "We don't rent them by the
hour." He'd just come up behind Lex, intending to let him know that the
skis would be ready for Clark to try in a few minutes, when he'd overheard
"Not long underwear?" Not having heard Tony's comments, Clark
took off his pants and started pulling on the ski clothing, tucking the
turtleneck into the insulated black nylon pants, then pulling the sweater on
and topping it off with the green jacket.
Pushing open the changing room door, he tugged at the collar of the
turtleneck. "I'm going to pass out from the heat in here!" He
noticed a few appreciative glances from some female customers but
concentrated on what Lex's reaction was.
Lex took a deep breath, his eyes running over Clark appreciatively.
"You'll be glad of the warmth tomorrow when we're out on the slopes.
God, you look good enough to eat!"
"Not in here!" Tony laughed.
"We'll try to contain ourselves, we promise." Blushing slightly
at Lex's openly hungry look, Clark took the sunglasses the older man was
holding and put them on. "Anything else?"
"Well, I usually wear a hat or some people prefer a headband that
covers their ears, but I've never seen you wear one. Maybe get one just in
case, and if you get too hot, you can take it off.
"Let's see... you got the boots, skis and poles, clothes... gloves.
You still need gloves."
Clark groaned. He was going to roast in all that until his body got used
to the extra insulation. "Okay, how about you look for gloves and a
head thingy while I change back?"
"And then you can check out the bindings," Tony added. "We
set them for a beginner so they'll come off pretty easily. If you find out
it's set too low, bring them back, and we'll adjust them for you."
Lex followed Tony over to the accessories, picking up a headband and
gloves and handing them over to the other man. "We'll just make sure
the gloves fit Clark comfortably, and we should be done. Want to ring up the
sale before he comes back... no, you need the clothes too, I suppose,"
Lex instantly corrected himself. "Just make sure not to tell him what
all this comes to. Clark gets a little uncomfortable on the rare occasions
he lets me buy him anything."
He nodded. "Will do."
Raking a hand through his disheveled hair, Clark pushed his way out of
the dressing room and dropped the clothes on the counter next to where Lex
and Tony were standing. "I am going to need serious food after this.
Who knew trying on clothes could be so exhausting?"
"You always need food," Lex laughed, sliding an arm around his
waist. "I'm hoping you grow out of it." He heard the indrawn
breath beside him and realized that Tony hadn't realized Clark's age since
he really didn't look that young. Shit. He had no idea how to handle this,
not wanting to make matters worse.
"Lex," Tony started cautiously, looking from one to the other.
Lex sighed. "He's sixteen, he seduced me initially, and his parents
are aware and okay so long as we follow their rules. Anything else?"
"Hey, I'm not your father or the cops!" Tony didn't want this
to blow up in his face. "I was just surprised, ok? You usually hung
with the older set."
Lex shrugged. "Just waiting for the right person to come
Tony nodded. "I know what you mean. Jill, my girlfriend, is
thirty-six. A lot of people have trouble with that. But... we're right
together, you know?"
Relieved that they didn't have to explain themselves to the other man,
Clark nodded. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean, but Lex is worth the
hassle." He grinned at that. "But unless we finish in here soon,
I'm going to have to re-think that!"
"Watch it, farm boy. You dump me and you're stuck out here, no way
back home." Lex pretended to glare at him, arms crossed. "Not to
mention no place to sleep while you're here. You need me," he finished
"Yeah, I've sort of grown dependent on you," Clark murmured,
kissing Lex long enough to wipe the glare off his face.
"If you two want to get out of here, try these on, and you can do
it," Tony offered, laying the skis on the floor next to the boots.
"Okay!" Quickly pulling off his shoes, Clark tugged on the
boots, then listened and watched as Tony showed him how to step into the
bindings and how to get out of them when he wanted.
"Well, you're all set now, Clark," Lex said, handing Tony his
credit card while he distracted his boyfriend. "You look the part...
now all we have to do is teach you how to actually ski!" He snickered,
arms looping around Clark's waist once he was out of the boots and skis.
"What? You mean I can't just sit in the lodge and drink hot
chocolate by the fire?" Clark pouted. "Some vacation!"
Shaking his head, he took the larger of the bags that Tony offered them,
noticing that Lex had added a matching ski bag and large duffle for the
boots and all the other gear he'd purchased. "I'd better pick this up
quickly, or I'm going to feel really stupid out there in all this high
"I don't really think that's going to be a problem. You're very
coordinated when you're not pretending otherwise," Lex said as they put
the bags in the trunk, "and you've proven very quick at picking up
everything I've shown you."
Clark blushed bright red. "Yeah, well, umm... you're a good
teacher." He grinned and looked up the street. "So, is the
restaurant nearby or do we need to drive?"
"We might as well drive. It's on the way to the lodge, so
backtracking would be pointless. Want to drive?" He dangled the keys
from a finger.
"You bet!" Grabbing the keys, Clark pulled Lex in for a kiss,
then ducked around to the driver's side of the vehicle, hopping in and
turning on the heater while waiting for Lex to climb in as well. "Just
point me in the right direction!"
"Straight ahead. The restaurant is a couple miles up the road on the
left. You can't miss it." Lex sank back in his seat, relaxing totally
as Clark drove them. It sometimes surprised him how comfortable he felt with
Clark driving, usually preferring to be in control himself, but all bets
were off with the other man. "We'll get dinner, then we can stay for a
while if you like or head back to our place and settle in. It's just us, no
servants, nothing to disturb us for the next week."
Clark chuckled, and glanced over at Lex. "Do you really need to ask
me which I'd like? We've got plenty of time to see the town; tonight I like
the idea of relaxing and being alone with you. Remember, I have plans for
you in front of that fireplace."
"Home it is," Lex said agreeably. "I'm hardly going to
complain about that plan. In fact, feel free to repeat it as often as you
like. Skiing, playing in front of the fireplace, an occasional dip in the
Jacuzzi, and food. Sounds like a perfect vacation to me. That's it just
ahead," he said suddenly, in case Clark hadn't noticed the well-lit
restaurant and parking lot.
"Just in front of the fireplace? Lexy, you disappoint me!"
Clark signaled and turned the SUV into the parking lot, then into a space.
"And what kind of food do they have here, anyway?"
"Well, to start with," Lex laughed, "I'm sure we can
manage every room in the lodge. Pity it's too cold to lean over the railing
on the balcony. That could be fun. We'll have to keep it in mind for summer
"And the food here is German. A little kitschy, but it's very good.
I think you'll like it."
"Over the balcony?" The idea of it drove all thought of food
from Clark's mind - for a minute. "Is - are there other houses
nearby?" he asked cautiously.
"No, privacy and security are a key factor in all my residences.
Why?" Lex was intent on dinner and not following Clark's thoughts for a
change. He slid out of the car and waited for Clark to join him, immediately
reaching for his hand to make it clear that they were together before anyone
got any ideas about Clark.
"Oh." Clark tightened his fingers around Lex's through the
leather of his lover's gloves. "I just wanted to make sure nobody would
be watching us or anything. German food, huh? Does that mean everything
comes with sauerkraut?"
"Watching... Oh. Like that idea, do you? We'll see what we can
"No! I don't want anyone watching!" Clark yelped, wincing, then
nodding absently when the greeter opened the door for them.
"Hell, no! You're all mine; no one else gets to see you. I meant
that you liked the idea of the balcony." Lex practically growled at the
idea of anyone else seeing Clark naked, then smiled when he realized that no
one ever would.
"As for sauerkraut, no!" Lex finally replied to Clark's earlier
question. "Yuck. Think schnitzel and thick, hearty soups, beer or wine,
mmm, lots of choices. I'll educate your palate yet."
"You order for me; you know what's good and what I like."
They followed the host to their table, accepting the menus that were
handed to them. "Do you want anything to drink?" Lex asked before
even looking at the menu.
"A beer would be good. Maybe a Becks? That's German, right?"
"Sure. That sounds good, actually." Lex ordered two when the
drink waiter came, then their meal from the waitress a few moments later.
"There, now we can relax and enjoy... then go home and work it
"Sounds good to me." Clark sipped his beer and relaxed back in
the sturdy chair, smiling at Lex. "This is so cool. You and me. A week
alone. I keep wanting to pinch myself so I know I'm not dreaming."
"You aren't. This is very real. Maybe you should be worried, though,
about being in my clutches for that long. You may not be able to walk when
we leave," Lex teased.
"Try all you want to make that happen and I'll be a very happy
man," Clark murmured. "Matter of fact, I challenge you to do
"Mmm, I never could resist a challenge," Lex replied, toasting
him with the beer that had just arrived. "Invulnerability makes it a
little more difficult, but I'll be happy to do my best."
Taking a drink of his beer, Clark grinned. "You're a creative man; I
have faith in you. If you do it, I'll turn the tables the next chance we get
a few days away."
Lex almost choked on his beer as he gasped, eyes going heavy-lidded.
"With that for inspiration, I can guarantee that I'll find a way. Hmm,
maybe your parents will let me steal you away for spring break," he
mused. "Anyhow, we'll get plenty of exercise--of all kinds--this
week." "True." Clark licked his lips and took another drink,
before excitement over their current trip regained the forefront in his
mind. "So, where are we going skiing tomorrow? Is there a place near
"Of course. But I think we should start the morning at the ski
lodge, the public one. There are easier slopes there for you to start off
until you get a feel for it. I'm sure it won't take long."
Clark nodded. "Are you going to teach me, or do I get lessons with
some hot ski bum?"
Lex's eyes narrowed, and he actually growled. "I'll teach you
whatever you need to know. Any Swiss sluts can just find someone else to
Trying to keep from laughing at Lex's reaction, Clark bit the inside of
his cheeks, his shoulders shaking with repressed hilarity. When he'd finally
gotten hold of himself, he looked at Lex apologetically. "Do you know
how hot you are when you're all growly and jealous?"
Not looking at all apologetic, Lex retorted, "As much as you do?
Maybe I should go find some hot ski instructor to give me a refresher
"What?" Even though he knew Lex was baiting him, Clark couldn't
help snarling, glaring around the restaurant as if the ski instructor was
going to show up right then and there and take his man.
"Yes, you're right; it's hot." Lex smirked at him across the
table, then raised his glass and took another swallow of his beer.
"Better eat something, love," he nodded at the plate in front of
Clark. "You're going to need the energy."
"Asshole," Clark growled, attacking his food, then slowing down
when he realized that it tasted really good. "Should I ask what I'm
"Veal. Fresh pasta. Breading. Gravy. Nothing out of the
ordinary." Lex took a bite of his own meal, enjoying the food.
"This is one of my favorite places in Aspen. I'm glad you like it
"I do." While continuing to eat, Clark stretched his leg out
under the table to bump his foot against Lex's. "But I like the company
"Sweet talker," Lex said with a smile, pressing back.
"Somehow my appetite is changing to something other than food. But I
have a feeling that was exactly what you intended."
"Who me?" Clark's eyes widened, and he blinked innocently while
continuing to down his meal. "Would I do something like that?"
Because he had boots on, he couldn't take off his shoes, but he continued to
rub his foot against Lex's, liking the reaction it got him.
"Try that innocent look on someone who doesn't know you." Lex
snorted quietly, eating a little faster. "And eat up. I find myself
"Just make sure you don't get indigestion." Even as he winked,
Clark ate more quickly, making his way through the mound of food on his
plate with ease.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Lex ate a little more than half the
food on his plate, then pushed it aside, having had enough. He smiled as he
watched Clark, seeing how he was enjoying it. "Would you like
another?" he teased.
"That depends," Clark responded, mopping up the gravy with his
last piece of meat and eating it, "is there any food at the
"Astonishing," Lex said, shaking his head slightly. "Here,
you can have the rest of mine." He pushed his plate over, amused.
"I'd hate to see you fade away to nothing."
"Haha," Clark muttered, though he didn't turn away Lex's food
and, indeed, had his plate empty not long after. "Okay, I think I can
survive until morning now," he grinned. "If I've got you to
distract me, anyway."
"I can guarantee it. You've been making promises about that
fireplace for the last couple of weeks. Time to make good." Lex
signaled the waiter, wanting the bill so they could get out of there.
"On part of it anyway," Clark murmured, willing the server to
hurry up so that they could get out of there more quickly. "Part will
be later on this week." After Lex scrawled his signature on the
receipt, Clark stood, catching the older man's hand in his for the walk back
to the car. "You wanna drive since you know where we're going? I'll
unload all the luggage if you do."
"Sounds good to me," Lex agreed, moving around to the driver's
side and getting in. "And should I be asking for details on the parts
that come later? Just so I'm prepared, you understand." He pulled out
of the parking lot and headed toward his private lodge, eager to lock the
door behind them and know that they wouldn't be interrupted.
Clark thought about that for a moment. "Ummm... no. You'll find out
when it happens, and I promise you'll know when that is." He looked out
the window at the shadows of the mountains looming around them, for the
moment entranced by them. "Wow, it's gorgeous out here."
Lex nodded. "Yeah, I used to love coming here. I could just be me
for a while, instead of Lionel Luthor's son, and relax and enjoy the place.
Some of the people knew who I was, but most didn't, at least not the people
who live and work here. You could probably tell that Tony has no idea. I
mean, sure, he knows that I have money, but that's it. And now we can come
here together without all the baggage."
"I like that idea." Clark reached for Lex's hand, twining their
fingers together. "We can just be us and not rich old Lex Luthor and
that Kent boy." He grinned at the last.
"Sounds good to me." Lex returned his attention to the road as
he turned off onto the private road up to his lodge, looking forward to
Clark's reaction... almost as much as he was looking forward to getting him
Clark peered through the snow-covered pines, looking for his first
glimpse of Lex's house, and he leaned forward, resting his hands on the
dashboard, when he caught sight of it. The Alpine-style villa was set on a
small hill overlooking a side-run to a ski slope and the valley it opened
out into. He couldn't see many details, but there were enough lights at the
resort and on the runs to prove to Clark just how close they were to the
As for the house itself, it was large, but nowhere near as imposing as
the castle; in fact it looked warm and welcoming, and he couldn't wait to
get inside. "This is so great!" he breathed, beaming a brilliant
smile at his lover, and bounding out of the car when it finally pulled to a
stop. "It's amazing!"
"Glad you like it," Lex replied, getting out and leaning
against the car as he watched Clark. He made a mental note to add Clark's
name to the deed on this one since he liked it so much. He stretched easily
and moved toward the front door, where he punched in the security code to
allow them inside. "Don't forget the luggage, slave boy."
"Guess I should be glad you aren't making me dress in a
thong..." Clark muttered to himself as he opened the hatchback and
started piling bags in one arm, managing to get them all out without
dropping any. Even though the weight wasn't a problem for him, they were
"Man, you pack more than a girl!" he laughed, coming up behind
Lex and pausing to keep from running into him. "What is in these?"
"Thongs. Lots of thongs," Lex said sweetly, opening the door
and preceding Clark inside. "Did I forget to mention that part? It's
the dress code."
"Fuck you, Lex," Clark growled, contemplating dumping the
suitcases on his boyfriend's foot but not wanting to spend the night in the
emergency room. "If you wore one outside, you'd turn blue... and talk
about the shrinkage!"
"Who said they were for me? If I'm going to have a teenage boy toy,
I ought to get all the eye candy I can out of the situation." Lex
backed away, trying to stay out of reach as he teased Clark... not that he
wouldn't enjoy seeing him in a thong, of course.
Clark smirked, wondering what Lex would think of what he had planned for
later on in the week, even though it didn't include thongs. "Does that
make you a dirty old man, then?"
"I certainly hope so. I'd hate to put this much effort into it and
not succeed." Lex backed Clark against the wall, pressing close and
"I hate to tell you, but you're neither dirty nor old." Clark
shifted the suitcases to keep from dropping them.
"Damn. Okay, how about a slutty young man?" Lex suggested,
sliding down to his knees to mouth Clark's cock through his pants.
"That - that works...." Clark's knees wobbled, and he braced
himself against the wall, trying not to whimper. "Shouldn't I put these
"Just don't drop them on me," Lex murmured, unfastening Clark's
pants with his teeth. "That would be a mood breaker." He nuzzled
against the hard length he could feel through Clark's boxers, finally
tugging the fabric down so he could lip the head, playing with the foreskin.
Clark groaned, tipping his head back so that it rested against the wall.
"Or a Lex-breaker."
"Bad, Clarkbar, very bad. If you break me, we can't play any
"Guess... guess I'll have to be careful not to do that then. God,
Lex, blow me already!" Clark whimpered, arching his hips toward his
lover's teasing mouth.
"Oh, getting demanding now, are we," Lex purred, blowing on the
dripping head, then relenting when Clark whimpered. His mouth closed over
the head, and he sucked on it, a hand curled around the base of the shaft,
but he didn't take it any deeper.
"Please, Lex..." Clark closed his eyes, biting at his lower
lip. He was trying to hold still, but if this went on much longer, he was
going to drop the suitcases, grab Lex's head, and exert a little force to
get what he needed.
Lex chuckled, the vibrations running along Clark's cock, and suddenly
swallowed him down, his throat massaging the head as he took him to the
root. His hand now toyed with Clark's balls, rolling them as his tongue
lashed the shaft, before he pulled back, letting him fall from his mouth,
and blew lightly.
Moaning deep in his throat, Clark tossed the suitcases to either side of
them and dove for Lex, sending them both tumbling across the floor as he
kissed the other man wildly. "Such a tease!"
"Always." Lex wrapped arms and legs around his lover, smug that
he'd made him lose control. "The fireplace is in the living room, if
you're interested." He curled around Clark until he could reach an ear,
catching it in his teeth and biting down while his hand curved over Clark's
"Not lit," Clark mumbled, shuddering as Lex played all his hot
spots with consummate skill. Dragging himself to his knees, he caught Lex
around the waist, lifting him as well, lurching to his feet to get them both
into the other room. Once he was assured there was wood in the fireplace, he
blasted it with a short burst of heat vision, starting a roaring blaze in
seconds. "Is now."
"My own personal firestarter," Lex purred. "You just keep
getting more useful. But I think we're both wearing way too many
clothes." He arched up against Clark, the fabric of his pants rubbing
against his lover's naked cock.
"Umm hmm." Not caring about talking any longer, Clark began
pulling at Lex's clothes, concentrating on getting them off his lover in one
piece and tasting every bit of new flesh that was exposed.
Lex moaned hungrily as Clark licked and bit at each inch of him, making
him arch up beneath the teenager's weight. "Oh god, you're good at
this," he panted, fingers tangled in his hair. "S-so, are you
planning to do me or ride me?" he groaned, trying to regain some
semblance of control.
"Don't know, you haven't gotten enough clothes off me to do
either," Clark murmured, raising his head from Lex's tight nipple to
grin at him.
"Bastard!" Lex managed to regain enough coordination to strip
Clark, nails scratching lightly at the bared flesh. "Maybe I won't want
to, will go find one of those cooperative ski instructors..."
"Do it and you'll find the fire in your pants is a real one."
Pinning Lex on his back, Clark kicked out of his pants and straddled the
older man. Grabbing for the lube he knew was in the pocket of his lover's
coat, he slicked up Lex's cock and settled himself on it, sinking down until
Lex's erection was deep inside him--and then Clark didn't move.
"Christ!" Lex thrust upward as much as he could, which wasn't
much with Clark's weight pinning him to the floor. "Move, damn
you!" His hand grasped at his lover's cock, pumping it rapidly to make
him lose control.
Shuddering and squirming in place, Clark whimpered, then grabbed Lex's
wrists, bending over to pin them against the floor before stilling again.
This was agony for him as well, but the good kind. "No."
"Bastard, are you trying to make me lose my mind?" Lex
hissed, squirming. At least that gave him some slight friction on his cock,
a little motion, but he needed Clark to move.
"Now what was that you were saying about ski instructors?"
Clark purred, tightening his inner muscles along Lex's erection.
"Damnit, usually you fuck me hard when I make you jealous, not try
to make the top of my head blow off," Lex grumbled. "I don't want
any ski instructor, okay? Just you."
Clark slowly straightened up, though he kept his hold on Lex's wrists.
"Yes!" Lex wailed, fighting against Clark's hold even though he
knew it was hopeless. "Now move, damn you!"
Knowing that he couldn't hold out much longer, Clark did just that. He
rocked back on his haunches and twisted his hips, feeling the long glide as
Lex's cock slid out of him, then sank back in to the base, and he groaned.
"Oh fuck yes," Lex groaned, lurching up beneath him to meet
Clark's stroke, his hands clenched into fists above Clark's grip. "So
good, so hot, more, need more, please," he whimpered.
"Everything," Clark gasped, speeding up his motions and wanting
to touch himself, but not willing to let go of Lex's wrists - or have his
lover let go of him.
"Ohgodohgodohgod!" Lex drove upward, meeting the new rhythm,
his back arching up so he could try to kiss Clark, but with his wrists held
down he was unable to reach him. All he could do was thrust up into the
tight heat surrounding him and give himself up to his lover's control.
"That's it." Clark was straining for his own orgasm, but he
wanted to feel Lex come first, and he clenched his ass again, massaging
Lex's shaft each time it moved in him.
Lex was whining now, so close he could taste it, his body tense as he
fought for his climax. He forced his eyes open, seeing Clark's face above
him, twisted with pleasure, and he wailed his lover's name as the sight
finally tipped him over the edge. His body arched up in a rigid bow as he
convulsed with pleasure, exploding deep inside Clark's grasping body.
"God!" Clark could feel each pulse within him, and he kept
moving, wanting to bring Lex as much pleasure as possible. Finally, when the
other man had collapsed back onto the floor, he released Lex's wrists and
began stroking himself, trying to draw out the pleasure as long as possible.
Lex watched Clark jerk himself off, the sight wringing another spasm from
him. "You're so hot," he whispered, silvery blue eyes fixed on his
lover, not wanting to miss a single instant. "Want to watch you come,
want to feel you," he urged.
Green eyes locked on blue as Clark focused totally on Lex, his soft gasps
and moans an accompaniment to the crackling of the fire behind them.
Finally, it all became too intense, and he whimpered, feeling the first
spasms of his orgasm course through him.
"Love you," Lex murmured as he felt Clark's body ripple around
him. He couldn't remember anything in his life better than watching Clark
come, knowing that he'd caused it and that no one else would ever see it.
Clark was his, only his. "Mine," he whispered, not conscious of
saying it aloud.
"Always," Clark sighed, collapsing against Lex's chest and
squirming until his legs were stretched out and tangled with his lover's.
"I'll move in a minute, just want to stay like this..."
"Don't move on my account. I'd be happy staying like this
forever." There was enough give in the rug and Clark had arranged
himself so that Lex was comfortable, having no trouble breathing. "I
like the results of your plan, love. Feel free to improvise any time you
like." He smiled up at the ceiling, totally relaxed and content,
knowing that they had the next nine days together.
Clark purred against the skin of Lex's throat and closed his eyes.
"Your butt might not agree with that in a while." He kissed the
warm, sweaty skin again. "And I'll take you up on that, improvising, I
"Oh good. Something to look forward to." Lex finally got the
energy to move his arms, looping them around Clark and slowly petting his
back. "You're going to have to work to top this though." He smiled
faintly, eyes still closed and his breathing gradually slowing.
"Me?" Clark huffed out a quiet laugh. "I think it's your
turn to come up with something next." He turned his head enough to look
out the full-length windows that bracketed the fireplace and made a soft
sound of wonder. "Look, Lex, it's snowing."
Lex rolled his head to the side to see, and he smiled as well, more at
Clark's enjoyment than the snow itself. "Let me guess, you want to go
outside? Just give me a few minutes for my muscles to return to normal; you
wore me out." He looked back at Clark, blue eyes meeting green.
"And by the way, this whole trip was my idea. You want me to come up
with something else too?"
"Only if you want to..." Clark trailed off, pushing up onto his
elbows to look down at Lex pleadingly. "And yes, you need to come up
with something else too! I seem to remember you promising to make me walk
funny, and as good as this was, it didn't do it!"
"Patience, love," Lex laughed. "I said by the time we
leave here--although I do plan to get there while we're still here so
everyone can be jealous of me for having you--and I really didn't expect to
succeed the first night." He pushed up a little, kissing Clark.
"Comfortable as this is, you're going to have to get off me if we're
going to get dressed and go outside."
Rolling to the side to land flat on his back, Clark grinned up at Lex.
"And we should probably get cleaned up too."
"What, you're actually going to let me take a shower? Are you
feeling all right?" Lex placed a hand on his forehead, pretending to
check his temperature.
"Asshole," Clark growled, catching Lex's wrist and nipping at
his palm. "I just don't want you to catch pneumonia, okay?"
"That's sweet, Clark, but I don't get sick." Lex shrugged.
"Lost my hair, lost my asthma, and apparently gained an immunity to
pretty much every bug. But a shower would be good before we go out. Having
my clothes stick to me doesn't really appeal."
"Wah, wah, wah. Go take a shower, baby. Maybe I'll join you before
"Considering that you're the one who came all over yourself,
Clarkbar, not to mention my come dripping out of you, that'd probably be a
good idea." Lex smirked at him even as he rolled out of reach and to
his feet, intent on getting to the shower. "Oh, and bring the suitcases
into the bedroom so I have something clean to put on," he called as he
For a moment, Clark considered tossing all of Lex's clothes out into the
snow and bringing the empty suitcases into the bedroom as that was what Lex
had told him to do. He just didn't quite want to find out what his lover's
revenge would be for that trick.
"And he calls me a brat," he sighed, scooping up the suitcases
and climbing the stairs, turning in the direction Lex had gone when he
reached the second floor. Nudging open the master bedroom door, Clark
stepped inside, unable to restrain a whistle of admiration. "I could be
tempted to never leave this room!" he called, dropping all the luggage
and padding around, inspecting the huge television, the mini-fridge, and the
sliding glass doors that opened up onto a snow-covered deck.
"That's doable too, but we don't have a ski slope in here," Lex
yelled back over the sound of the running water. "But don't worry, I
have plans that involve the bedroom, you, and absolutely no clothes. Now, if
you hurry and get in here, I'll wash your back." He finished rinsing
himself off and waited to see if Clark would join him.
"Get him out of Smallville and he goes all pushy on me..."
Shaking his head, Clark ambled into the bathroom, giving a longing glance at
the Jacuzzi tub before climbing into the shower with Lex. "How about
plans that include you, me, no clothes, and that tub?"
"Of course. I've had fantasies about that since when I still thought
that fantasies were all I'd ever have. You think I'm going to miss a chance
to live them out?" Lex shook his head emphatically. "Not a
chance." Never missing a beat as his soapy hands ran over Clark, he
started to describe how he wanted to take Clark in the hot water, standing
in front of one of the jets so it would massage him.
Clark whined as he leaned his forehead against the tiled wall, trying to
convince his body that it really was too soon to be jumping Lex again, but
beginning to lose the battle as he listened to his lover's husky voice
detailing the act they were going to partake in.
"You get dressed," he muttered. "I'll go and sit in the
snow like this, okay?"
Laughing, Lex tugged him out of the shower. "Get dressed and we'll
go out and play in the snow for a while before we come and play in the
Jacuzzi." He suddenly had a feeling that they might not manage to hit
the slopes before afternoon the next day since it didn't look like they were
going to be doing much sleeping any time soon.
Grabbing a towel, Clark went to work on himself, paying more attention to
the way Lex's hands were moving the plush cloth over his own body than what
he was doing. "Are we even going to get to go skiing if we do
that?" he laughed, torn between the two choices. The 'cuz looked
wonderful, and what Lex had planned for it... but he really wanted to try
"Oh, we'll go skiing all right... but that could delay it a
day," Lex admitted. "We should probably leave the Jacuzzi for
tomorrow night if we want to be up early enough to get any skiing in in the
Feeling Clark's eyes on him, he took rather longer than necessary to dry
off before padding naked out to the bedroom to paw through his suitcase for
something to wear. He picked out a formfitting pair of pants, a light
turtleneck, and a thick sweater, then hesitated over the underwear. After
darting a teasing glance over his shoulder, he decided to go commando and
stepped into the pants. It wasn't as if Clark would let him get cold after
all, he thought with a snicker.
"What?" Clark asked skeptically, finding himself hoping that
Lex didn't catch anything when he zipped himself up. Even if he healed fast,
that would put a damper on the week for certain! He rummaged in his
bag, pulling out a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and red plaid shirt as well as
his boxers and socks and got himself into them all.
"Oh, nothing," Lex replied, still smirking as he finished
dressing by pulling on his socks. His boots were out by the door with his
ski jacket, so he was ready to go. "Ready whenever you are," he
announced almost chirpily.
"Nothing. Yeah, right." Clark rolled his eyes upward and caught
sight of something he'd missed before. "Skylights! I hate to tell you,
Lex, but this place beats the castle by a mile."
Lex smiled slightly, not telling him that he'd had a hand in designing
it. The castle was a testimonial to Lionel's grandiose ideas; this house was
Lex's retreat. "I like it too," he said simply, catching Clark's
hand to lead him downstairs, suddenly eager to get out and enjoy the fresh
air and snow.
"You need boots and your coat, and your hat, and your
gloves..." Clark lectured, snickering as he bent over to pull his own
boots on. He really didn't need a coat, but he'd wear one to keep from
getting his shirt wet from the snow.
"Yes, Mom," Lex said sarcastically, tossing a pillow at him.
"They're all at the door... you know, where I took them off when we
came inside? Actually, I think they're all in a heap there," he
chuckled, remembering their uncontrolled tumble inside and haste to get at
"Hey, I'm not the one who attacked his significant other the moment
he stepped through the door, am I now?"
"Are you complaining?" Lex asked, eyebrows climbing. "I
could restrain myself in future, you know."
Clark smirked. "Ooo, restraints... Kinky!"
Bursting into laughter, Lex gave up. "Okay, you win. I'm just going
to sit here until you're ready to go outside, comedian."
Clark grabbed his coat and looked at Lex expectantly. "What's taking
you so long?"
"Argh!" Lex groaned, laughed, and got back to his feet to head
downstairs, pausing just long enough to put on his outerwear before they
went outside. He traipsed through the knee-deep snow for several feet into
the clearing around the house, then stopped and turned to face Clark, head
tilted back as he let the snow fall on his face.
"You look like something out of a fantasy movie," Clark
murmured from where he stood nearer to the house. The sight of Lex bathed in
the moonlight, surrounded by the drifting snow, tugged at his heart, and he
knew that this was a moment he wanted to remember forever.
"Not an orc, I hope!" Lex laughed, lowering his head again as
he smiled at Clark, as relaxed and open as the younger man had ever seen
"Oh, that's really funny. And you say I can't take a
compliment!" Clark waded through the snow to wrap his arms around Lex's
waist. "More like a moon elf, all pale and ethereal and sensual."
Lex smiled almost shyly, tucking his head under Clark's chin. He still
wasn't used to this, but he liked it. A lot. "I think you've been
overly influenced by Tolkien, but I'll try to live up to the billing."
He leaned into Clark's warmth, arms tightening around his waist as well.
"Can I help it if I liked the movie?" Clark asked, rubbing his
cheek against the side of Lex's head. "And you more than live up to the
billing, I promise."
"The mov-- Oh." Lex shook his head. "Well, it's easier to
follow than the books, I suppose. Pity though. Elrond was the one I wanted
to be when I read about him, but after seeing who they cast... Yuck! Then
again, who needs the Fair Folk when I have my own alien?"
"I dunno, he looked pretty good in the battle scenes, just not at
the council meeting... And yes, you do." Looking at the pristine snow
all around them, Clark had an idea and let go of Lex to fall flat on his
back, arms and legs outspread.
Seeing his lover's questioning look, he laughed. "C'mon, aren't you
going to make one too?"
Lex seemed a million miles away as he remembered the last time he'd stood
in the snow while someone made a snow angel and urged him to do the same.
For a moment instead of a dark-haired, strapping teenager, he saw a slender
woman, laughter lighting her blue eyes, long red hair spread out over the
snow, and he heard his laughter mixing with his mother's. Then he blinked
and he was looking into the growing concern in Clark's green eyes.
A huge smile lit up his face, and he allowed himself to topple backward
into the snow. Lex waved his arms and legs, making the skirt and wings, then
lay there, laughing. "Just one problem: I never mastered getting back
up without ruining them."
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Clark chuckled. "Me neither. If I
could figure out the floating thing, that might work, but until
then..." He surged to his feet, trying not to disturb his own angel.
Walking around to stand by Lex's feet, he held out a hand. "I'll get
you up and save your creation too."
"My hero again." Lex took his hand, then gasped slightly as he
was pulled up and against Clark's body in a single, easy motion. "I
will never get used to that," he said with a slight smile. "It's
kind of fun though." He looked down at their two angels. "I like
there being two of them. The last time I did that was with my mother,"
he added quietly.
"So it was a good memory?" Clark asked, tightening his arms
around Lex before brushing the snow off his back. "I'm glad that I
could share it with you then."
"Me too. Thank you." Lex kissed him lightly, then leaned back
in his arms to look up at the stars. "There, there's 'your' star,"
he said, drawing Clark's attention to it. Even though Jor-El could easily
tell them where Clark's home star had been, they hadn't asked yet, not
wanting to know. For if it was gone, there was nothing to see. And if it was
still visible in the night sky, the explosion not yet having traveled the
distance to Earth, they didn't want to know that either and have to deal
with the implications.
Clark looked up as well. "It's nice to see that some things stay the
same no matter where you are," he murmured.
"There are a few absolutes in life, and that's rather
comforting," Lex agreed, watching him now rather than the stars.
"I have to admit that knowing that we're linked for life... didn't
bother me as much as it should." It was the first time they'd really
talked about this. "I liked it."
"Me too." Clark lowered his gaze to meet Lex's. "But
should it worry us? That it doesn't bother you, I mean. I don't want this to
change you, Lex. I love you because of who you are, not in spite of
"Clark, this hasn't changed me. Well, okay, you have some by making
me think about what I'm doing and how it affects other people, but I don't
think that's a bad thing. And the reason it doesn't bother me is because I
already knew I was in love with you forever... this just means that it's
mutual," he said almost sheepishly.
Clark sobered, realizing that this meant Lex still hadn't been sure about
that before, but he decided not to call his lover on that point, not wanting
to argue. "Any more mutual and I'd have to find a way to tattoo your
name over my heart," he smiled.
"Mmm, I like it," Lex purred, biting at his throat. "It's
almost too bad we can't. I have to admit that the idea of marking you as
mine is hot."
Clark blinked, surprised at Lex's reaction. "You're the genius. Put
your mind to work and find a way that doesn't involve meteor rocks, and I'll
go for it - just so long as it's not anywhere Mom and Dad can see!"
Lex was easily able to imagine a few ways, including using a lamp that
simulated the natural light of Krypton since, according to Jor-El, it was
the sun that gave Clark many of his powers, but he shook his head. "I
can't imagine any way that wouldn't hurt you, and that's something I'm not
willing to do. This is enough," he said, a finger stroking the leather
band lying against Clark's collarbone.
"Just being with you is enough for me." Clark dipped his head
and brushed a kiss over Lex's lips. He felt the other man shiver and pulled
back, looking concerned. "I think it's time to get you inside and in
bed before you turn into a popsicle."
"You mean you wouldn't thaw me out?" Lex asked, trying for a
disappointed tone, but he did turn toward the house. He was getting cold and
wouldn't mind heading back inside and warming up. "Hey, it's not even
ten yet. We can still enjoy that Jacuzzi tonight if you want... or just curl
up in front of the fireplace for a while or even go to bed early if you'd
Clark smiled as they started walking back the way they had come, though
he did look back at the shadowed forms of their snow angels once before they
went inside. "Curling up in front of the fireplace sounds good. Want me
to light the one in the bedroom? Maybe we can put in a movie and relax some.
I think you wore me out."
"Hmm, almost as good as making you walk funny." He smiled
quickly at Clark's snort. "And yeah, a movie sounds good after you
light the fire. You can pick. At least I know you're not going to put in
some 'chick-flick'," he added with a faint shudder, remembering some of
"If I hadn't been with you all day, I'd ask if you were high,"
Clark laughed, hanging up his coat and taking off his shoes then leaning
against the wall, watching Lex do the same. "Action or stupid comedy,
that's for me! What about Scary Movie? You have that one here?"
"I should. I have copies of all new releases of the types that I
like delivered to my homes every month." Lex turned away to hang his
coat up, not noticing Clark's expression. "Want to get something to
drink before we go up? I make damned good hot buttered rum, if I do say so
"Mmm, sounds great." Clark moved up behind Lex and slid his
arms around the older man's waist. "I can make us a snack or some
popcorn to go with it, depending on what you had stocked in here."
"The kitchen should be fully stocked. I'm sure they made sure to
include your favorites since I think my staff likes you better than they
like me!" Lex found it amusing to observe the changes in his meals
whenever Clark was with him, but since he agreed with his staff's desire to
give Clark what he wanted, he let it go. "Popcorn's fine for me though.
I'm still full from dinner. It should taste okay with the drinks, I
"Excellent!" Clark backed them both up and turned them around.
"Lead on, lover," he murmured, nibbling on the older man's ear as
Lex led them down the hall and into the kitchen. Letting go of Lex's waist,
Clark began to dig through the cabinets, crowing in delight when he found a
box of microwave kettle corn.
"Don't hide your feelings, Clark; tell me how you really feel,"
Lex murmured as he assembled the ingredients for the hot buttered rum on the
counter. "Okay, rum, butter, ice-cream, brown sugar, cinnamon,
nutmeg... we're in business." He busied himself getting the drink
ready, moving easily around Clark as he did. "Put the kettle on for me
please? And get two mugs down; they're in the cabinet over the sink."
"Yes, dear," Clark snickered, filling the copper kettle with
water and setting it on a burner, then pulling down two good sized mugs once
he'd found the correct cabinet. "How long does it take to make
this?" he asked, putting the first pack of popcorn in the microwave and
lining up two more to be added when it was done.
"Not long. Basically I have to melt everything and stir it all up
together. This'll do us a couple of days." He glanced over at the row
of popcorn packets and raised an eyebrow. "How can you be hungry
Clark arched both his eyebrows in response. "Remember what we did on
the living room floor? That wild monkey sex that expended lots of energy?
I'm replenishing is all. Besides, if I don't eat and drink, I'll get silly
and fall asleep."
"'Wild monkey--' God." Lex groaned. "Please do eat. If you
get sillier than that, I may not be able to face it. Should I get you a
steak?" He smiled over his shoulder.
"The popcorn will be fine." Clark turned his attention to the
slowly plumping bag in the microwave, switching it for a flat one when it
"Just how much of that are you planning to eat?" Lex wanted to
know, watching in fascination now that he'd finished the buttered rum
mixture. He spooned some into the mugs, added the hot water, and leaned back
against the counter to wait for Clark to finish making his snack.
Clark looked over at Lex innocently. "All of it?" Once the
second bag was done popping, he grabbed it and the first, sighing as if much
put upon. "Fine, just the two, and I'll even share a piece with you if
"A piece? Clark, it's lucky you have a fast metabolism or
you'd weigh as much as my car!"
"Superspeed, superstrength, and supermetabolism, makes sense to
"You forgot supersexy." Lex hooked a finger into a belt loop on
Clark's jeans and pulled him close to kiss him. "You sure that's going
to be enough to sustain for the arduous trek upstairs to the bedroom?"
"Guess I can live on love for a few minutes." Clark nipped
Lex's lower lip. "But you'd better go first to give me incentive to
climb the stairs."
"Mmm, yes, my incredible ass could raise a dead man," Lex
chuckled, backing away. "So glad you noticed."
"Incredibly edible ass," Clark corrected, following along.
"And the ass I'm not seeing."
"You want this to be a nudist vacation? Why, Clark, I'm shocked. I
might get frostbitten, and then what would we do?"
"Lex..." Not sure whether he should be amused or annoyed, Clark
caught Lex by the shoulders and bodily turned him around. "There. Now I
can see it."
"But now I can't kiss you. Guess we just have to get upstairs so we
can be naked and face each other. And if you hit me, I'll spill the
drinks!" he added warningly.
"Naked? But if you get naked, you might get frostbite on your
perfect ass, and we can't have that!"
"Smartass. You'll just have to keep me warm, won't you, then."
He carried the drinks over to the nightstand and set them down, then pulled
his sweater off and tossed it onto a chair before sitting down on the bed.
"The movies are in the cabinets beside the TV. Knock yourself
"If I do that, then you'll have to keep yourself warm." Clark
grinned and set the popcorn down on the bedside table before opening the
cabinets and settling himself cross-legged on the floor to paw through the
contents. "What about Moulin Rouge? We can make fun of the
really weird scenes and ogle Ewan and Nicole at the same time."
"Sounds good," Lex said agreeably. "Although you almost
have to be drunk, preferably on absinthe," he added with a chuckle,
"to watch it. It's fun though." He piled the pillows at the head
of the bed and settled himself against them, legs stretched out in front of
him and crossed at the ankle. "Hurry up, I need a Clarkbar to hug. Much
better than a teddy bear."
After loading the disc into the DVD player, Clark stood and walked back
to the bed, pulling off his clothes except for his boxers and crawling in.
Nudging Lex's legs apart, he settled himself between them, resting his head
against his lover's chest, and grabbed the popcorn after turning on the TV
and hitting the play button on the remote.
"Why do I think that any teddy bears you had when you were young
were dressed in battle gear or Roman togas?" he asked, grinning back at
the older man over his shoulder.
"Nope. My mom made sure I had an actual teddy bear when I was a
toddler. Of course, Lionel took it away when I was about two or three
because it would 'make me weak'. So I have years of deprivation to make up
for." He leaned his cheek against the top of Clark's head, arms loosely
draped over the younger man. "Think you can help me out with
Trying not to tense up because of what was just one more reason to hate
Lionel Luthor, Clark nodded, setting aside the remote and popcorn bags to
run his hands up Lex's arms. "I'll be glad to be your own personal
Clarkie bear, available for cuddling and hugging whenever you like."
"Much better than a teddy bear. And there's lots more to do with
you. I think I got the better of that deal. Do you think people will start
to talk if I drag you around with me 24/7?" Unconsciously rubbing his
cheek against the soft hair, Lex hugged him more tightly for a moment before
relaxing again and reaching for his mug from the nightstand.
Clark chuckled quietly. "It does sort of detract from the ruthless
corporate raider image, but if you're game, I am. You just get to be
the one to tell my parents why I'm going to be quitting school."
Instead of getting his own drink, he caught Lex's hand, bringing the mug to
his mouth, then moaning at the rich flavor of the drink. "Okay, I'm
"I think I'm insulted. You sound more thrilled by a hot drink than
by me!" Trying to protect his own, Lex reached for Clark's mug and
handed it to him. "Here, since you like it so much, drink yours and
leave mine alone." He looked up at the movie finally. "Hey, we
missed the unconscious Argentinean. Back it up to scene one. I like that
"Bitch, bitch, bitch..." Sighing theatrically, Clark juggled
his mug and the remote, scanning back to the scene in question. "You
just want to watch the bad 'Sound of Music' reference, don't you?" he
asked, scooting a little lower and resting his arms on Lex's legs, his head
comfortably pillowed against the older man's stomach.
"You're just jealous because you can't sing," Lex retorted,
grabbing a handful of popcorn. "Although you'd look cute in
lederhosen." He snickered as he imagined that. "Maybe I should get
Lifting his hand, middle finger extended, Clark ate a handful of popcorn,
washing it down with more of his drink. "And while you're at it, get
yourself a can-can skirt."
"Mmmm, kinky. Sounds like next Halloween ought to be really
interesting. We can go as the adult version of Jack and Jill." He
laughed as Christian and Satine had their encounter in her room. "Hmmm,
I'm glad you don't sound like that. It would be very disconcerting. Not to
mention that you'd break the bed if you hit it like that." He stole the
popcorn Clark was about to pop in his mouth.
Clark groaned and considered grabbing a pillow and hiding his face in it.
"What, you mean you don't want me to holler 'yes, yes!' the next time
you discuss stock options or something equally tedious?"
"Only if we're at the Talon. I've always wanted to reenact that
scene from When Harry Met Sally. Can you imagine the looks on
"Huh?" Confused, Clark turned around to look back at Lex.
"What scene? Mom has that movie, but I've never watched it."
"Ah. It's funny in a weird sort of way. I ended up watching it with
just about every girlfriend I had in high school. As for the scene, well,
let's just say that Sally is much better at it than Satine. In a diner at
that." Lex chuckled.
Clark thought that over for a moment. "Do girls fake orgasms
much?" he asked seriously. "I mean, with a guy, you know,
but how can you tell with a girl?"
Lex shrugged. "You can't, not if she's a decent actress. But no, I
haven't found that they do. More often she'll bitch at you that you didn't
satisfy her and do something about it. But women are fun too, if in a
totally different way."
"Bitch at you?" Clark tried to picture Lana or Chloe
complaining that he hadn't satisfied them and failed miserably, mostly
because he was having a hard time picturing them with him in bed at all.
God, talk about a change...
"Clark, if you get a hard-on from picturing Lana in bed with you,
I'm dumping the popcorn over your head!"
"Oooo, jealous?" Clark snickered before grabbing Lex's free
hand and placing it on his crotch. "See? Nothing going on. You're the
only one who does it for me anymore."
"Let's see..." Lex curled his fingers, rubbing them over Clark,
and felt a stirring beneath the boxers. "Hmmm, nice response time
there, Clark. Zero to fifty in under a second. I'm impressed."
"Superspeed, remember?" Clark answered dryly. "If you keep
that up, you're going to have to do something about it, and you're going to
miss the rest of the movie."
"Hmmm. Well, I can watch the movie any time... then again, I have
you any time for the next little while too, and it's been a while since I
saw this. The movie wins." Lex leaned back against the pillows,
smirking behind Clark where the other man couldn't see him.
"Asshole." Deciding that he could play that game too, Clark
licked his palm and slid his hand under the waistband of his boxers,
stroking his slowly lengthening shaft while reclining back against Lex once
Lex nearly dropped his mug on Clark's head when he realized what he was
doing, and suddenly he didn't give a damn if a hundred green fairies trooped
across the screen. Totally ignoring the movie, he stared down the length of
his lover's body, watching him stroke himself while his own body slowly
hardened and pressed against Clark's back.
"How's the movie?" Clark asked absently, keeping up the slow
pace, his hips rising slightly to meet each downstroke of his hand.
"Enjoying the show?"
"Immensely. Never seen a better one." Lex was sweating now, and
he put his drink down before he did drop it and clenched his fists in the
sheets to prevent himself from reaching for Clark. "How do you like
Clark shrugged. "I've seen it before, but it's always fun to
"Yes, watching is good," Lex agreed somewhat breathlessly,
shifting a little.
"I especially like that horrible duet Zidler and the Duke do to
'Like a Virgin'. It's so bad, it's funny, you know?"
"That is definitely not an image I need at this moment, Clark,"
Lex grumbled, finally giving and reaching down to curl his hand over Clark's
on his erection. "You feel so good."
Clark groaned and arched up into their combined grip. "Mmm, I
thought you wanted to watch the movie?"
"Fuck the movie." Lex tightened his grasp, his hand urging
Clark's to move a little faster as he enjoyed touching his lover.
"N-normally, I'd say fuck me, but this feels too good." Clark
moaned, sliding his other hand under Lex's thigh and closing his eyes,
letting their touches buoy him along.
"Later," Lex muttered, eyes intent on what he was doing,
darting from their moving hands to Clark's face where he drank in every
nuance of expression. "God, you're so incredible. No one else will ever
see you like this," he whispered possessively.
"Huh?" A bit confused by that statement, Clark shrugged it off
and lifted his hips enough to pull his boxers off before collapsing back
onto the bed, now actively rocking up into each stroke.
Lex shifted to lie alongside him, hand moving more rapidly now, and he
watched eagerly, seeing the build up in the tension of his muscles and the
drawn expression on his face. "I want to watch you come, Clark."
"Nearly... there..." Back bowed so that his neck was arched off
the bed, Clark panted, wanting to open his eyes but too caught up in the
sensations to manage it. He dragged the side of his thumbnail over the head
of his erection and felt Lex copy the maneuver, and that sent him over.
Shaking, he whimpered and felt the hot splash of his seed on his stomach and
chest as he came.
"Perfect," Lex whispered, watching as the spasms shook Clark.
Only when he lay trembling did Lex slide downward to begin licking him
clean, taking his now-soft cock into his mouth to get every drop of come.
Clark gave a dazed smile, squirming slightly when his tender flesh
attempted to rouse again but failed. "Mmm... love you," he
murmured, finally managing to open his eyes to look at Lex.
"Love you too," Lex said, moving upward to give him a kiss
flavored with himself, popcorn and hot buttered rum. He was still hard, but
he wasn't quite ready to do anything about it.
"You..." it took Clark a moment to put the correct words
together as his brain was still on vacation, "want some help?"
"Mmmm, wouldn't mind it." Lex rubbed against his leg, a little
more urgent now that he wasn't concentrating on Clark's pleasure.
Reaching out, Clark pulled Lex on top of him, pressing down on the small
of his back and arching up under him so that the hard length of his lover's
cock rubbed against the hollow of his hip as they rocked together and
"Oh yeah," Lex moaned, the sound muffled by Clark's mouth, and
he thrust against him, precome making him slide easily over the younger
man's skin. "You feel so good." He arched his back, pressing
harder against Clark, panting as his body tightened.
Bringing his other hand up to cup Lex's butt, Clark purred in response,
kneading the older man's back and urging him on with his movements.
Gasping, Lex tore his mouth free, then buried his face against Clark's
throat as he shook with his release. He simply collapsed there on top of his
lover, then started to laugh when he realized he was hearing 'Toulouse' as
the magic sitar chirp on about love. "God, talk about timing."
Clark groaned. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"I promise not to cough up discreet little blossoms of blood and
expire in your arms. Though collapsing into your arms is fun." Lex
decided that he was comfortable and had no intention of moving anytime soon.
"Better not, especially the expiring part." Clark ran his hands
up and down Lex's back, enjoying just being able to hold him and not caring
about the wet spot between them.
"Considering that I haven't had so much as a sniffle since the day
the meteors landed, I think we're safe. You know, despite all the weirdness
since then, that was a good day for me. I acquired a really good immune
system... and you."
"You just didn't know it at the time."
"Just as well. Becoming lovers when you were fifteen was bad enough.
Three would really have been pushing it."
Clark's laughter shook both their bodies. "Aside from the fact that
it was physically impossible for either of us at that point, Dad really
would have come after you with a shotgun." He shook his head, wrinkling
his nose. "Three years old... that's just sick!"
"I agree. So like I said, it's a good thing we didn't meet till we
were older. Considering that we've been dancing around each other from the
first moment, it would not have been good for either of us."
"I think we need to get some sleep; this conversation is getting
strange even for us."
"Even for us? I think I've just been insulted. Besides I need
to clean up before going to sleep. Let go so I can go have a shower."
Lex kissed him lightly and shifted, preparatory to getting off the bed.
"No." Clark's look was mutinous. "I want to stay like
"You know you're weird, right?" Lex looked amused as he relaxed
again, not wasting his time by trying to break Clark's hold. "It'll
itch when it dries," he tried again.
Clark shrugged. "I'm an alien; who's to say what's weird for me?
Plus, I bet you'll be asleep before it dries. We can take a shower in the
morning; right now just concentrate on your Clarkie bear." He had to
snigger as he said that.
"That just sounds so wrong. I'm sure I'm going to end up spending a
fortune on therapy in later years," Lex sighed even as he shifted to
make himself more comfortable. "At least you're not a Pooh Bear. I
don't think I could..." yawn, "face Eeyore."
Wondering just why Eeyore would be in bed with them and deciding that it
just wasn't worth trying to figure that out, Clark nodded. "Yes, dear,
whatever you say, dear. Now go to sleep like a good boy so you won't be
cranky when you're giving me lessons in the morning."
"You sound disturbingly like your mother when you're pacifying
me," Lex groused, biting him without moving. Then he sighed.
"Could you at least pretend--you know, say ow or something--that my
little expressions of displeasure register on your consciousness? Good thing
I love you."
"Ow," Clark mumbled, smiling sleepily when Lex looked up at
him, then closing his eyes, letting himself relax against the mattress. The
movie was still playing in the background, but he was too lazy to turn it
off, and it would be over soon, so it didn't matter. "Night, Lex, love
Lex woke up the next morning to feel Clark practically vibrating with
excitement beneath him. "Whatimezit?" he mumbled, not opening his
eyes yet. "And if you tell me anything before eight, I will find
a way to hurt you!"
Knowing that the answer was one that Lex wasn't going to want to hear,
Clark tried to distract him. "Want me to make breakfast while you take
a shower? Coffee, eggs, toast? All the good things?"
"Clark." Drowsy blue eyes opened and focused intently on the
teenager. "You're avoiding the question, which does not bode well.
What. Time. Is. It?" He'd been well aware that Clark would want an
early start, but there were limits. If it was before dawn, not even Clark
was going to get him moving.
"Eight-thirty." Clark bit his lower lip. "In New
"Why are we up at six-thirty in the morning? Watching the
sunrise isn't really one of my favorite things, Clark." Lex frowned at
him, scratching idly at his belly and making a face as the dried semen
"Well, uh, we went to bed sort of early last night, and seven-thirty
is sort of late for me to be getting up, and, uh, I just woke up. I was
being still," he added defensively.
"Yeah, as still as a humming generator." Lex sighed, knowing
that it was a lost cause. "I will break you of this habit. I'm
not getting up at the crack of dawn for the rest of my life." He sat
up, rubbing his eyes and stretching, then got up, as much falling out of the
bed as standing. "Shower first, then coffee," he decided as he
"Sorry." Clark ducked his head as he sat up, hoping Lex wasn't
annoyed at him because of this. "Want me to wash your back?"
"Of course." Lex leaned down to kiss him lightly. "I'll do
better once I brush my teeth." He headed toward the bathroom, glancing
back in surprise at Clark. "Aren't you coming?"
"Yup." Grinning, Clark slid out of bed and followed after Lex,
joining him in brushing his teeth at the sink, then giving his lover a
proper good morning kiss once their mouths were clean. "Better?"
"Much." Lex grinned at him, their morning hard-ons pressed
between them. "Seems kind of a waste not to do something with those,
don't you think?" His hips shifted minutely, rubbing teasingly.
Clark's smile turned predatory, and he pulled Lex toward the shower
enclosure, turning on the water once they were inside. "Dad always
taught me not to waste anything..." He slid a hand down between them
and circled Lex's erection, stroking him teasingly.
"Ick! Clark, do not talk to me about your father when you're
doing that. I really don't need to be imagining Jonathan just now!"
Despite the comment, the thought didn't seem to have affected Lex adversely,
his erection if anything harder in Clark's hand than ever. His hands
clutched at Clark's shoulders. "Waste not, want not, I always
say," he managed shakily, staring down at Clark touching him.
"Enough with the sayings already," Clark groaned, kissing Lex
to keep him quiet and pressing his hips closer so that he could grasp both
their cocks, rubbing them together while he plundered Lex's mouth with his
"Oh god!" Lex gasped into his lover's mouth, thrusting into
Clark's grip, only Clark's strength keeping them on their feet under the
pounding water. "Can't... stop... gonna come," he panted, knowing
that another stroke would tumble him over the edge.
"Mmm, yeah..." Clark breathed, tightening his grip around them
both, the feel of Lex pulsing against him sending him over the edge as well.
Keeping his other arm around Lex to support him, he leaned back against the
shower wall, still kissing him. "God, you feel good."
"Likewise," Lex mumbled, boneless and satiated. He trusted
Clark to hold him up, simply collapsing against him and perfectly content as
the spray washed them clean. "This is definitely my favorite way to
start the day."
"This followed by breakfast is mine," Clark murmured,
snickering quietly when Lex growled against his chest. "Hey, can I help
it that my stomach says it's eight o'clock and that it's past time to
"If I hadn't had ample proof otherwise, I'd say you were nothing but
a walking stomach. Since I have, I'll have to accept that you're a walking
hormone and stomach!" Lex was still too limp and drowsy even to think
"If I didn't love you so much, I'd drop you on your ass and leave
you in here to drown."
"If you kill me, you have a life of celibacy to look forward
to," Lex pointed out smugly. "Not to mention that no one else
could afford to keep you fed."
"My folks manage it, and there's always my hand..."
"No!" Lex growled, pressing closer as if to prevent him from
doing just that. "You're all mine, Kent."
Clark bit his lip, then gave in and laughed. "Lex, tell me you
aren't jealous of my hand?"
"There's nothing wrong with my hand. Which is the only one I
want touching you. Unless I'm watching, of course," he added after
"Glad you said that or I would have thought you were faking interest
last night," Clark snickered before grabbing the soap and lathering
them both up.
Lex snorted, then sneezed when he got water up his nose. "As if I
have to fake anything around you. Watching, touching, tasting, I like 'em
all." He practically purred as Clark washed him, arching into the touch
like a cat.
"Yeah, I sort of noticed." Once he'd finished with Lex, Clark
gave him a quick kiss before soaping and rinsing his hair, then turning off
the shower. "We need food so we have energy for the slopes!"
"I'm starting to think you should have pink fur and big ears!"
Lex chuckled, stepping out and reaching for a towel. "Do your batteries
ever wear down?"
After grabbing his own towel and rubbing himself down until he was mostly
dry, Clark shrugged. "Only if I don't get to be with you for a few
"Something we'll try to avoid." Lex shrugged on his robe and
headed for the door, calling back, "I'm not going to bother getting
dressed till after we eat. No sense overheating in the house."
Clark groaned, hoping he could ignore the fact that Lex was going to be
bare under his dark robe for the next hour or so. "You're just trying
to convince me to stay in all day, aren't you?" he called, following
the older man out into the bedroom so that he could get dressed.
"Nope, you wanted to go skiing, so that's what we're going to do. No
changes to the plans allowed." Lex smirked over his shoulder as he
strolled toward the kitchen. "So what do you want, omelets or omelets?
Did I mention that I make a really good omelet?"
Hopping down the hall as he tried to pull his jeans up over his hips,
Clark chuckled. "Excuse me? Did I just hear Lex Luthor say that he
could cook something? I thought you left that up to your chefs!"
"Did you think we were going to live on love for the week we're
here?" Lex scoffed. "I'm a master of omelets and sandwiches. For
all else, there are restaurants. Well, okay, I can cook a burger too.
Hard-learned skills from my college days. Besides, I have to make sure you
don't leave me for a farm girl who bakes blue ribbon pies."
Lex glanced back, snickering at the sight of Clark trying not to fall on
his face. "You know, it's easier to put your pants on if you stand
still to do it. I thought most kids learned that a little earlier in
Clark stopped, leaned against the wall, and pulled his pants on, making a
face at Lex while he zipped and buttoned them. "I was going to remind
you that I offered to cook, but after that remark..." He sauntered over
to the island in the center of the kitchen and plopped down on a barstool.
Lex stuck his tongue out as he got out the ingredients. "Who died
and made you king of the world? Get over here and start chopping the
"In your dreams!" Clark laughed. "I'm playing pampered
boy-toy today, so let me lounge."
"Does that mean I get to dress you in sexy leather and chains and
call you pet?" Lex grinned as he diced peppers and mushrooms and added
the scallions, then put the filling aside as he cracked the eggs and spiced
them before pouring half into the omelet pan. "You do like omelets,
right?" he asked suddenly, realizing he'd just assumed that Clark did.
"To answer both questions, only if the omelets taste good."
Laughing, Clark slid off the stool, walking over to Lex's side and snitching
a piece of pepper from the small pile. "I must admit I'm impressed so
Lex paused for a moment as he parsed that sentence, then blinked, his
breathing suddenly a bit faster. If he hadn't had to concentrate on the
omelet, he might have jumped Clark right then and there. "You'd dress
up like that?" he asked, imagining it.
Clark gave a crooked smile and tried to fight the blush that was creeping
up his cheeks. "Well, it's not like anyone knows us out here, so, yeah.
If the omelet's good."
"Christ." Lex barely managed to concentrate on the omelet,
adding the filling and folding it over perfectly, then dishing up the fluffy
finished product moments later. "Dig in while it's hot," he
instructed, starting his own. "Then tell me if I should be dragging you
off to shop for a night out after we ski."
Clark pulled a carton of orange juice out of the fridge and took a drink
before answering. "I guess it depends on how we're both feeling later
on today." Setting up the coffee pot while he spoke, he continued,
"How about I promise that we'll do it before we leave if you
Lex pointedly put a glass down on the table, more from habit than any
concern about drinking from the carton. "Well, I didn't really mean
tonight. But one night next week... Every person in town will envy me."
Seeing that the coffee was going well, Clark slid back onto the stool,
eyeing the omelet carefully before taking a bite. "Oh my God!"
"What?" Lex whipped around, eyes wide. Did Kryptonians have
some bizarre allergy to omelets?
Unable to resist, Clark half fell, half slid off the stool, collapsing on
the floor. Just before Lex raced to his side, he sat up, grinning.
"Bastard!" Lex threw half a pepper at him. "You scared me
half to death," he grumbled, rescuing his own omelet and dishing it up
so he could sit down. "You're of the Three Stooges brand of humor,
Snickering, Clark caught the pepper and took a bite of it before
clambering to his feet and sitting down again. "Like you don't have all
the shows they ever did on DVD. I've seen them, don't deny it."
"I have a lot of things I haven't watched, Clarkbar," Lex said
with dignity, taking a bite of his omelet. "Hey, if you're not going to
use that glass, pour me some juice, will you?"
"Yes, Lexy-snuggums." As he poured the juice, Clark carefully
stayed out of Lex's smacking range. "And this really is good." As
if to prove the point, he shoveled a huge bite in his mouth.
"'Lexy-snuggums'? Please, Clark, I'm eating." Lex rolled his
eyes in disgust. Clark had a disconcerting way of reminding him every so
often that he really was a teenager. Taking another bite, he watched the
other man, smiling faintly. Who would have believed that all it would take
to make Lex Luthor happy would be an alien teenager? He snickered at the
"No Lexy-snuggums?" Clark snickered and got up to get them both
coffee. "Okay, how about honey-pie? Lexy-wexy? Baby?"
"Do you want to spend the rest of this trip sleeping on the
balcony? That's just horrid, Clark." He accepted the coffee with a
grimace, though the first sip soothed him somewhat.
"If I'm on the balcony, you'd better be out there too or something
bad might happen to your pretty house," Clark threatened in between
bites of his eggs and slurps of his coffee.
"Too cold," Lex observed blandly. "But I just have to keep
your mouth busy so you can't talk, and I think I can handle that." He
leaned closer, lips brushing against Clark's, then stuffed a piece of his
muffin into the younger man's mouth with a smirk.
"Athhode," Clark mumbled before swallowing down the muffin and
taking a drink to wash away the crumbs. "Hurry up and eat so we can go
skiing, will you?"
Lex looked down at the three-quarters eaten omelet and shrugged.
"Help yourself. I don't usually eat this much in the morning anyhow.
Just pile the dishes in the dishwasher while I go get dressed. I won't be
long." This time he did brush a kiss over Clark's lips as he stood up.
"Will do." Reaching out, Clark caught Lex around the waist and
pulled him in for another kiss. "I'll be up in a few minutes. If I go
out there like this, people might get suspicious." He glanced down at
his bare chest and feet as he said this.
"Not to mention distracting me so much that I'd probably get up
close and personal with a tree." Lex smiled slightly as he left,
heading upstairs to get dressed. He had a feeling he'd better hurry, because
having both of them undressed in the bedroom at the same time would not get
them outside anytime soon.
Shuddering at the thought of Lex colliding with anything immobile, Clark
scraped the leftover food into the garbage can and rinsed the dishes before
putting them in the dishwasher. He was just heading upstairs when he saw Lex
come out of the bedroom. "Awww, didn't want to wait for me?"
"Did you want to get outside any time today?" Lex walked back
downstairs to get their things together. "Hurry up," he called
back, "the weather's perfect. And I'm betting you're going to be a
natural at this."
"I'm betting you're right or this is going to be one short ski
trip!" Clark laughed, ducking into the master bedroom and stripping off
his jeans before pulling on the ski clothing that Lex had bought him the
night before. Stuffing his gloves, sunglasses, and hat in the jacket's
pockets, he trotted downstairs again, this time studying Lex closely.
"Damn, I'm going to have to beat them off you with a stick!" he
sighed, taking in his lover's black pants and jacket, royal purple
turtleneck and black, gray and purple sweater.
"Have you looked in a mirror recently? They're going to be too busy
propositioning you to notice me," Lex snorted, nostrils flaring as he
imagined the ski bunnies of both sexes trying to make time with Clark.
"Yeah, right." Clark rolled his eyes upward and dropped his
jacket so that he could pull Lex against him. "Besides, even if they
do, it's not like I'm going to take them up on anything." A bit
disconcerted by the notion, he tugged at his leather collar, pulling it out
and over his turtleneck so that it was exposed.
"I still want to push them off the mountain," Lex growled,
although he did lean into Clark and rub his thumb over the leather band
around his neck. "Still, I can't put a bag over your head or lock you
in a closet, and that's the only thing that would stop them, so I'd better
just get used to it. After all, I get to touch, but they can only
look." A wolfish grin appeared on his face.
Now it was Clark's turn to growl. "Same goes for the ones looking at
you." He reached up and pulled Lex's collar out as well, glad of the
visible reminder of their relationship. It wasn't Lex he mistrusted but all
the other people out there.
Relaxing again, Lex laughed. "I love you, Clark, but I'm not getting
'Property of Clark Kent' tattooed across my forehead." He hesitated,
then pulled something out of his pocket, fist still clenched around it.
"I do have this for you though." He opened his hand and extended
it to the younger man, palm up, gold glinting in the morning sunlight
through the windows.
"What..." Frowning slightly, Clark took the ring from Lex's
palm, studying the deep red stone and turning it to watch fire flash from
the facets. On one side of the ring was an elaborate crest, and on the
other, the initials 'AJL'. Seeing that, Clark's frown turned into a
brilliant smile, and he kissed Lex before undoing his necklace and slipping
the heavy ring over the black leather. "Now everyone will know I'm
yours," he murmured. "Wish I had mine for you, but we don't get
them until the end of the year."
"So I'll just have to hang onto you until I get the ring. It's a
tough job, but somebody's gotta do it." Lex eyed the ring hanging from
the collar with blatant satisfaction, then forced himself to step back and
shrug into his jacket. "Okay, let's go, nature boy."
"Whoo!" Yelling his excitement to the mountaintops, Clark
pivoted to the side, sending up a wide plume of snow as he came to a stop at
the foot of the run. He leaned on his poles, watching Lex come in behind
him, then shook himself like a dog when he ended up covered with drifting
snow from his lover's stop.
"Oh my God, that was amazing!" He tilted his head, looking up
the length of the run they'd just made, the longest and most difficult one
he'd tackled so far. In skiing, he'd found something that he didn't have to
worry about using his strength or speed at, aside from pushing off at the
start of the slope. He could simply use the forces of gravity and his own
momentum to carry him through turns and dips, and he loved it.
"So? How'd I look? Ready for a black diamond yet?"
"You look ready for anything." Lex was enjoying this more than
any ski trip he could remember, and it was all thanks to Clark. The moment
he'd started down the first hill, the sheer joy on his face had been enough
to light up the whole area. It was only seeing that that made Lex realize
how much Clark normally restrained himself, and he promised himself to find
other ways to let Clark relax without worrying about being different.
Unable to resist, he moved closer and leaned in to kiss Clark, smiling at
him. "I don't need to ask if you like skiing. We'll have to do this
"On Smallville's many slopes?" Clark laughed, lifting a hand to
pull Lex's hat down over his ears more. "And like it? I love it! This
is just so cool..." He trailed off, watching other skiers glide down
the mountain, already wanting to be back up there again.
"No, I didn't mean on the mountainous terrain of Kansas, fool. But
we could get away for a weekend occasionally and get in a day of skiing.
Other people manage ski trips, you know, and we have the advantage of a
plane that can take us whenever we want." Lex pushed his hat back up
out of his eyes, amused by Clark's occasional mother hen actions.
"Ready to go again?" Not waiting for the reply, he pushed off
toward the ski lift, already knowing what Clark was going to say.
Grinning madly, Clark followed, stepping into line alongside Lex and
managing to wait patiently until they got to the front and were seated.
"Ya know, if I didn't want to get down there so much, I'd say it would
be fun to get stuck up here. We could make out until the lift got going
Lex eyed him oddly, ignoring the strangled choke from the couple behind
them. "Clark, if you want to make out, there are a lot more comfortable
places to do it. Much as I love you, falling off a ski lift and breaking
bones really isn't a turn on for me. And let's not even start with frostbite
in baaaaad places."
"Oh, like I'd really let you fall or get cold," Clark huffed.
"Fine, we'll wait until later then, once we're back in your warm, safe
house and not out here in the frigid weather."
"It's not just the falling, Clarkbar, it's the lack of space. I
can't do everything to you that I want to when I'm confined to a
one-foot-square area. I still have to keep my promise after all. I'd hate to
disappoint you by letting you go home still able to walk easily."
Another choking sound came from behind them.
Clark grinned and looked at Lex over the tops of his sunglasses.
"You never disappoint me, Lex." Feeling cocky, he glanced back
over his shoulder at the couple in the chair behind theirs, snickering when
the two women found something else to watch other than Lex and him.
"Don't scare the nice tourists," Lex chided, putting an arm
around his shoulders and giving the women his own shark-like smile.
"But thank you for the compliment. I'll do my best to live up to it
later tonight when it's my turn to spread you out in front of the fire. Or
maybe that balcony idea..." he mused.
The shiver that coursed through Clark's body had nothing to do with the
cold. "I thought you didn't want to get naked out in the
elements," he murmured. A slight bump in the chair's motion drew his
attention forward. "Almost at the station, better watch what we're
doing so you don't fall out." He caught hold of the safety bar and
lifted it up, telling himself that wanting to put his arm in front of Lex to
keep him safe was really stupid and totally unnecessary.
"I have never fallen off a chairlift in my life," Lex snorted,
although he remembered coming close one New Year's Eve after several drinks
and some chemical enhancement of the season's cheer. "And who said
anything about me naked? Only one part of me needs to be exposed, and it'll
be nice and warm inside you."
"Yeah, uhhh, right." Clark felt himself flush and almost
managed to do a face plant when the chair reached the top and he was faced
with the unpleasant task of gliding down a small hill with a raging hard-on.
Hearing Lex's snicker behind him, he turned back and stuck his tongue out
at the older man. "You distract me so much that I ski into a tree, and
we're not going to be doing anything tonight."
"You afraid you'd hurt the tree? It's not like it would do you any
damage," Lex pointed out, still snickering. "Yes, I think I like
the balcony idea the more I think about it. Cold air on my face and hot you
on my cock."
Clark had to take a deep breath and look away to keep himself from
jumping Lex right then and there. "Me knocking down a big old tree up
here might be a little noticeable, don't you think?"
"Hmmm, yeah, and fending off the reporters would cut into our time.
Good point. Don't hurt the trees, Clark." He gave his lover a toothy
grin and pushed off toward the run. "You ready for this one,
love?" He waited for Clark to catch up again, not teasing any more
since he didn't want the other man to end up going down the mountain on his
After coasting up alongside Lex, Clark eyed the steep drop and swallowed
visibly. "You know it," he said, settling his sunglasses more
firmly on his face. "Catch me if you can!" Saying that, he leaned
forward, quickly gaining momentum due to the incline.
Lex paused for a moment to admire the view as Clark leaned over his skis,
then pushed off and followed him down, a wild whoop of laughter trailing
behind. He did catch up, his much greater experience helping him, and they
exchanged grins as they headed down, side by side, only a few feet apart.
Clark was doing fine until he made one sharp cut too many and ended up
somersaulting head over heels until he reached the softer snow at the edge
of the run. Winded, he lay there, laughing weakly and trying to blow the
snow off his face.
Lex pulled up beside him, the spray of snow perhaps not so accidentally
landing in his face. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about you
breaking a leg if you catch a ski," he observed blandly. Despite
knowing that Clark was all but invulnerable, seeing him take the tumble had
brought his heart into his mouth. He slowly relaxed, standing over the
"Ha, ha, ha." Groaning theatrically, Clark say up and brushed
himself off as well as he could. "A little sympathy here would be
appropriate, you know." Untangling his skis, he stood up and clicked
his boots back into the bindings, looking at Lex expectantly.
"Poor baby," Lex crooned. "Want me to kiss it
better?" He puckered up and leaned forward slightly, laughter sparkling
in his eyes.
In a lightning quick move, Clark scooped a handful of snow off the ground
and tossed it in Lex's face. "Maybe later," he laughed, pushing
off downhill again, "I've got mountains to tame!"
Chuckling, Lex wiped his face and set out after him. They made the rest
of the run without further disaster, and when they slid to a halt at the
bottom, flushed and laughing, Lex couldn't resist kissing him. "I knew
you'd be a natural."
"Of course!" Clark laughed, managing to get close enough to Lex
to slide an arm around his waist. "You know what else is natural for me
though..." He lowered his glasses and waggled his eyebrows at his
boyfriend over the dark lenses. "I'm hungry!"
"I should have known! As usual, I'm supplanted by the charms of a
cheeseburger," Lex mourned, grinning. "Want to have lunch at the
ski lodge?" He nodded toward the busy main building of the resort, eyes
narrowing slightly when he noticed some of the people eyeing Clark with
interest. He moved a little closer, a possessive hand rising to toy with
Clark's leather necklace.
Not wanting to let go of Lex at the moment, Clark cheated and used his
x-ray vision to get a look at his watch. "Hey! You should be proud of
me; it's after three, and you haven't heard a peep out of me about food for
like six hours!"
"A miracle of biblical proportions," Lex mocked laughingly,
seemingly perfectly content to remain in Clark's embrace. "You're
better than a space heater; usually when I quit skiing I'm anxious to get
inside out of the cold, but this is nice." He kissed him lightly, aware
of the many kids around.
"Such a comedian..." Clark's aggrieved expression was at odds
with the sparkle in his eyes. "Feed me, then we can ski more, then I
can really warm you up. Deal?"
"Deal... although the evening's entertainment is open to
negotiation. I think I'm going to hold out for our very own balcony
scene." Lex moved toward the lodge entrance, a bit hungry himself
although he wasn't about to admit it.
"Lexio, Lexio. Wherefore art thou Lexio?" Clark snickered,
ducking out of the way when Lex swung at him, tangling his skis together and
ending up on the ground again, laughing too hard to try to get up.
"I really ought to just leave you there," Lex threatened,
staring down at him, his own lips twitching. "That was bad,
Clark. Not to mention not quite what I had in mind for our little
rendezvous." He offered Clark a hand up. "Behave now, or I won't
buy you lunch."
"Yes, dear." Before grasping Lex's hand, Clark hit the button
to open the bindings on his skis and, after standing, hoisted them over his
shoulder. "But it was funny. Tell you what, though; once we get inside,
you can warm your poor old bones by the fire, and I'll get our food. Does
that make up for the horror of my humor?"
"It's a start. As long as you get me some hot chocolate too. With
marshmallows." Lex stepped out of his own skis and picked them up,
nudging Clark to get him moving. "And I'll expect a foot massage later
Giving Lex a look that plainly said what he thought of that remark, Clark
walked over to the rack nearest the lodge doors and set his skis in a slot.
"Crazy man... Go sit down and put your feet up. I'll get you your hot
chocolate with marshmallows." He snickered as he held the door
open for Lex and followed him inside, shedding his jacket, hat and gloves
the second he was able. "Here, take these to the table, okay?"
"Sure. Once I warm up, we can go into the restaurant and have lunch.
You don't mind waiting a few minutes, do you?" Lex tried his own
version of the puppy dog eyes.
"You don't want something from the snack bar..." Recalling who
he was speaking to, Clark shook his head. "Never mind. I won't try to
feed you fast food."
"Good boy, you're learning." Lex made sure he was out of reach
before he said that, grinning and backing toward a vacant loveseat.
"I'll stake out our territory while you get the drinks."
"Yeah, you do that." Shooting his lover a look at the 'good
boy' comment, Clark headed for the line at the snack bar, deciding he was
buying himself a snack as well since who knew how long Lex would take with
Watching Clark walk away, Lex admired the view as he dumped their
outerwear on the table in front of the loveseat he'd claimed to one side of
the huge fireplace. He was willing to bet all his stock in LuthorCorp that
Clark had food too when he came back. Smiling, he sat down, then was
surprised when someone else sat down beside him. "Sorry, that seat's
taken," he said politely, trying to get rid of the girl before Clark
"You wouldn't kick a lady in distress off of the only free seat
around, would you?"
"I hate to be ungentlemanly," and wouldn't that statement have
people who knew him doubled over with laughter, "but the point is that
seat is not free. And he," indicating Clark over his shoulder,
"is liable to be rather emphatic about reclaiming it." Lex
couldn't prevent an admiring glance at the stacked redhead--he was in love,
not dead--but he had not the slightest interest in anything more.
"Well then, how about I just keep it warm until your friend comes
back? I'm very good at keeping things warm, you know," she added in a
confiding tone as she leaned closer.
"I'm sure you are." Lex leaned back, beginning to grow annoyed
by her persistence. "However, he is very possessive, and he's
not going to make any allowances for you being smaller than he is if you're
still crawling all over me when he gets back."
Well-manicured fingernails flicked through the air as she flipped her
fingers in dismissal. "Afraid your boyfriend might get jealous?
Well, if that's the case, maybe you should give him something to be jealous
Stuck in the line at the snack bar, Clark sighed and jiggled his foot
impatiently, wishing the cashier would move a little faster because this was
Eyes narrowing, Lex laid aside the kinder, gentler version of himself
that he cultivated for Clark's sake, and gave the redhead an unfriendly
look. "If for some bizarre reason I did want to make him jealous, I'd
choose something more upscale than a ten-dollar-an-hour whore," he
"Excuse me?" She raised a hand to slap his face, ending up
wincing when he caught her wrist in an iron grip. "Let go of me, you
fag!" The last was hissed as she tried to stand and pull away from him
at the same time.
"Princess, I suggest you stick to your college boys. Lex Luthor is
no one's plaything." He smiled coolly when her eyes widened in
recognition. His grip tightened on her wrist, and he knew she would have
bruises there the next day. "You might want to rethink going after
people who are clearly not interested or who are with someone else."
"Freak," she muttered, finally managing to break away and
stumble back toward her friends.
Lex wiped his hand on his trousers as if he'd touched something foul, a
cold smile that anyone who'd known him before he moved to Smallville would
recognize on his face. Rid of the harpy who reminded him disturbingly of
Victoria, he settled back into the comfortable cushions to wait for Clark.
Suddenly realizing that it was taking the teenager longer than it should,
he twisted around to look for him.
This was ridiculous. How long did it take to make fries and burgers?
Clark glanced at the sign above the snack bar, and his eyes widened. At
these prices, the things had better do a song and dance before you ate them!
"Nuts, isn't it?" the girl behind him in line said, seeing his
expression. "But they know they have you since they're the most
convenient place to get something to eat." She smiled at him,
straightening up slightly. "I'm Ashley, by the way."
"I guess we're a captive audience, sort of like in a movie." He
grinned at the tall blonde and shrugged. "Nothing we can do about it, I
guess. Oh, I'm Clark."
"Pleased to meet you, Clark. I was starting to think that I wasn't
going to find anyone worth talking to the whole time I was here. Everyone
else seems to think this is perfectly normal." She moved a little
closer and lowered her voice confidingly. "It's my first time here; I
came with my roommate and her family."
Clark nodded. "Mine too. Lex brought me out for part of my Christmas
present. I'd never even been out of Kansas before." He laughed then,
mostly at himself. "It's amazing out here."
An almost predatory gleam appeared in the blonde's eyes. "It's a lot
more fun with company," she said suggestively.
Finally finding Clark almost at the counter, Lex's eyes narrowed when he
spotted a blonde bimbo practically hanging all over him. "You love and
trust him, Lex. And there's nowhere to hide the body," he muttered to
Eyes widening, Clark took an involuntary step backwards, almost bumping
into the person in front of him. "That's what I was telling my
boyfriend earlier," he said gamely, hoping that would change her
expression back to a friendly one and not a lustful one. Not that she wasn't
beautiful, but... she wasn't Lex.
"Boy-- Hmmm, the more the merrier, I always say."
She moved closer again, this time nearly plastering herself along Clark,
and that was too much for the watching Lex. Practically snarling, he
launched himself out of the loveseat and across the lodge, his path clearing
miraculously when people saw his expression. Coming up behind the snow
bunny, Lex bruised another woman's wrist as he wrenched her away from Clark.
"Hands off, bitch."
Eyebrows rising, Ashley stood her ground, although it was questionable
whether courage or stupidity fueled her. "Why not let Clark tell me
that if he wants to?"
"Lex!" Clark exclaimed, stunned by the older man's violence.
"I was just... Look, Ashley, you seem really nice, but I've got a
boyfriend, as in I'm gay, get it? If not, this is him, and he's pretty
pissed, so it was nice to meet you, but sorry, I'm not interested in
anything more; now will you please let go of her, Lex?"
Lex released her with an expression of distaste, not even looking as she
practically bolted away. "Unbelievable. We're apart for five minutes
and this happens. Might as well wait to see what brunette happens along to
go with the blonde and the redhead," he grumbled.
Clark's sigh of relief turned sharp at Lex's comment. "What
"The one who didn't want to take no for an answer. And she'd better
not have come back and stolen our seats." Lex glared over at the
loveseat where he'd left their coats, but it was still open. Apparently, the
garments were enough of a claim.
Now it was Clark's turn to growl. "Where is she?"
"Don't worry, love, I got rid of her. It just took a bit more effort
than I expected." Lex shrugged, sliding an arm around Clark's waist,
deciding that a public claim was called for.
Still frowning, Clark pulled Lex against him, burying his face against
the other man's neck. "Are all ski resorts pick up joints as well? I
was just being polite."
Lex shrugged again. "Spring break in Florida, winter break at ski
resorts. They're meat markets. You just have to ignore them... or warn them
off, if necessary," he added, voice again deepening to a possessive
"People are nuts." Taking a deep breath, Clark straightened up,
hardening his expression when he saw some of the people around them looking
a bit disgusted. "So, how about that hot chocolate? If we stay
together, I think we'll be safe."
"Sounds like a plan." Since their seats seemed safely reserved,
Lex was more than happy to stay with Clark and fend off any more admirers.
"After waiting this long, I suppose we might as well just get something
to eat here. Otherwise we may never get back out for another run." He
glanced up at the menu, trying to decide what he wanted that wouldn't make
him feel uncomfortable when they were skiing.
"You sure you'll survive eating here?" Clark asked, grinning a
bit and trying to shake off the possessive mood that had come over him.
"I don't want to have to take you to get your stomach pumped."
"Very funny. I have eaten fast food before, you know. I happen to
love pizza. Mmm, nachos. That sounds good. We can have something a little
more interesting for dinner."
"Are you cooking again?" Clark asked before stepping up to the
counter and ordering their meal: nachos for Lex and a double burger for
himself as well as a couple of sodas. "Do you still want hot
"No, it doesn't really go with the cheese sauce," Lex decided,
making a face. "I'll have to take a rain check on it." He leaned
against Clark, his chin on his lover's shoulder as they waited for their
orders. Considering how long it had taken to get this far, it might be a
"Gross," Clark said in agreement, turning his head enough to
rub his nose against the other man's cheek as they waited. "We can make
some tonight if you want. I saw cocoa in one of the cabinets, so it can be
the real thing."
"Mmmm, you're going to spoil me," Lex said contentedly, arms
looping around Clark's waist. "We can have it when we come in from the
balcony," he whispered in Clark's ear, smirking.
Clark squirmed and tugged his sweater lower, hoping that the fact that
Lex mentioning this evening had him half hard wasn't too noticeable.
"Keep saying that and we aren't going to get any more skiing done
A breathy chuckle in his ear was Lex's response along with a quick,
hopefully invisible, flick of his tongue against the lobe. "Your
choice, love. I'm open to either type of exercise."
"Bastard," Clark muttered, wincing when he caught the counter
worker looking at him oddly. "We stay here until six, okay?"
Lex chuckled. "Fine by me. That'll give us a chance to get in a few
more runs after we eat. And build the anticipation." He finally stepped
away when their order came up, reaching for his wallet to pay.
Deciding that arguing over who was paying wasn't worth it, Clark moved
behind Lex, purposefully bumping his groin against his lover's ass.
"I'll do my best to keep up with you." Reaching around Lex, he
picked up the tray with their food and lifted it over the crowd. "Lead
"Your turn to enjoy the view?" Lex sauntered toward the still
vacant loveseat, a little more sway in his hips than was strictly necessary.
As he sat down, he noticed the redhead nearby with a group, glaring at him.
"Well, you're going to get to do it later, so I'd better get my
ogling in now." Clark set the tray on the table and dropped onto the
loveseat alongside Lex, breathing a sigh of relief. "How long does it
take to get used to wearing these boots? I feel like Frankenstein!"
"You never really do," Lex shrugged, reached for a nacho.
"It's part of the price you pay to have fun. And for the record, I ogle
you all the time." He grinned quickly.
Clark grinned around a mouthful of hamburger. "That's because you're
a pervert," he snickered, once he'd swallowed. "Good thing I love
you that way."
"Good thing indeed since you're stuck with me." Lex reached
over to rub a finger over Clark's leather collar, his sleeve pulling up to
expose the leather band around his wrist as he did so.
"And you're usually stuck on me, so we're a team." Doubting
that sucking on Lex's finger would be appropriate behavior out here, Clark
contented himself with tracing the thicker leather around the older man's
wrist before snitching one of his nachos.
"Hey, eat your own food!" Lex snatched his nachos closer,
hovering over them protectively. "This is mine." He picked up one
of Clark's fries and waggled it in front of the younger man's mouth
enticingly. "Don't you want one of your fries?" he crooned.
"But yours tastes better..." Clark pouted before giving in and
nipping at the fry, just barely grazing the end of Lex's fingers as he bit
"Yeah well, I'm hungry too, so hands off my food till I'm
done." Lex held back the groan that wanted to escape when Clark's mouth
touched his fingers, vaguely aware of somewhat raucous laughter from the
direction of the group that included the redhead.
Clark sighed. "Oh, all right." As he took another bite of his
burger, he heard another loud laugh from the group on the other side of the
fireplace. "They sound like they're having a good time."
"Probably found someone else to sic one of their man-eaters
on," Lex said indifferently, glancing that way briefly, a little
surprised to find several gazes fastened on him and Clark.
"Huh?" Clark glanced in the same direction as Lex and frowned
seeing the attention they were drawing. "Do you know anyone over
"Not precisely know, but that's the infamous redhead," Lex
admitted, paying more attention to his nachos than the group of twenty-somethings.
His instincts, however, were telling him to keep an eye on them, since the
girl had struck him as the vindictive type.
Clark's frown deepened as he got a look at the girl in question.
"Can I rip her arms off?"
"No, the police frown on that sort of thing. Besides, then we'd
spend the rest of our vacation in a police station instead of skiing. She's
not worth it," Lex replied, a cool gaze turning to meet the redhead's.
Oh yes, judging by that victorious smirk, she was planning something, and
the Neanderthals with her probably had something to do with it.
"What?" Clark caught the way the girl--slut, his mind
screamed--looked at Lex, and a bit of worry gnawed at his stomach.
"Something's going on, isn't it?"
Lex shrugged. "At a guess, the 'lady' didn't like being turned down
and is plotting ways to get back at us. Nothing to worry about. I was
plotting circles around better than her from my cradle." He leaned
forward to kiss Clark lightly. "Eat up. I want to ogle you down another
"If she does something, I'm not going to be polite with her,
okay?" Clark asked, dragging a fry through his ketchup before taking a
vicious bit of it.
"That's fine. Part of the reason she's so pissed is that I was less
than polite as well. Just don't break her, much as I'd enjoy it."
Clark sighed. "You take the fun out of everything."
"Moguls, moguls, moguls! C'mon, Lex, you promised you'd show me how
to do them, and this is the last run for the day. Please..." Clark
pulled out all the stops, giving both the puppy-dog eyes and the pouting
"I see that saying we should leave something for tomorrow isn't
going to do any good," Lex said, smiling. "Okay..." Intent on
teaching Clark, he barely noticed the time pass. "You sure you want to
try this for the first time in the dark? We could leave it for morning, you
Clark's pleading expression didn't change one iota. "There are
lights, and you know as well as I do that even if I crack up, I won't get
"That gives you such an unfair advantage," Lex sighed.
"Okay," he gestured toward the ski lift, "after you. One more
run, with moguls."
"I love you." Clark grinned and leaned over to brush a kiss on
Lex's mouth. "And I'll be appropriately grateful when we get back to
A retching noise from behind them had him half turning to see if someone
"That's just disgusting, isn't it, Bobby?"
"Oh yeah, just plain sick."
Seeing the six beefy guys that had been in the redhead's group earlier,
Clark groaned. "Looks like your girlfriend got her friends to do her
dirty work for her."
"Puh-leaze. My taste has never run to the common," Lex
responded, eyeing the group. "This some new and annoying fraternity
prank?" he asked coolly, noticing the emblem on all their jackets.
"Sorry, boys, I gave at the office." Although about the same age
as the newcomers, Lex appeared years older as he looked down his nose at
"Just thought we'd teach you some manners is all," the tallest
of the crew commented as the rest moved to circle their prey, intending to
move them out of sight behind the lodge. "And also give you some
lessons on how to behave decently in public."
Having been raised to do anything to avoid a fight, Clark tried to pacify
the other men. "Look, I think this has all been a big misunderstanding.
Why don't you go and have a beer and let us get our last run in, okay?"
"Oh, you've had your last run," one of the guys put in,
sneering at them. "We don't like fag boys like you two around decent
"And you would be examples of the so-called decent people?" Lex
asked, eyeing them with distaste. "Your neck sizes are bigger than your
IQs," he sighed. "I can guarantee that you don't want me as your
enemy." They didn't really deserve the warning, but Lex gave it anyway.
"Ooo, tough guy, eh? Guess that means he's the girl then. Big, dumb
and likes to bend over."
Clark looked over at Lex, deciding that what his parents didn't know
wouldn't hurt them. "Gee, they know me really well. I'm scared, baby.
Are they going to beat us up now?"
"I think that's the plan," Lex nodded, eyeing them
disdainfully. "I think this is where we're supposed to start shaking in
our boots and beg them not to hurt us while they laugh and make really dumb
"Guess we should let them get it over with then. They probably have
exciting plans for the evening like getting drunk and puking all over
"Funny guys," the apparent leader of the college students
sneered, taking a step closer.
"You're wearing Met U jackets, and you really can't figure out who I
am?" Lex said, shaking his head. "You might want to try remedial
"It must be the hat," Clark commented. "Or the lack of
lackeys groveling at your feet."
"Get 'em behind the building," the leader of the jocks snarled,
plainly not liking that the situation was getting out of his control.
"I don't think so." Lex clearly had no intention of cooperating
with them. "My father always told me not to go anywhere with strange
men. So let me introduce myself. Lex Luthor. Perhaps you've heard of
me?" He pulled off his hat and goggles, and the old shark-like grin
appeared on his face, making it look like he was trying to decide which of
them would make the best prey.
"Luthor... Shit!... Damn, Cathy didn't say..."
"Gee, looks like we're not the only wimps around," Clark
murmured, watching the way the other men deflated and feeling guilty that he
was annoyed that he didn't get to toss them around some.
Watching the jocks scurry away, Lex sighed. "Hopefully that'll make
them think twice the next time they try to jump a gay couple. Personally,
I'd like to toss them off the mountain for what they planned to do." He
glared after the rapidly receding backs.
"Is it bad that I wanted to do that too? I really - I wished that
they'd tried to hit us so that I could have smacked them around some."
Clark flushed, looking ashamed. "I wanted to hurt them."
"Considering what they had in mind and what they would have done if
we'd been anyone else, no." Lex's glare should have melted every bit of
snow on the mountain. "People like that make me sick."
"If it doesn't hurt anyone else and doesn't include them, why do
they...?" Frustrated and still angry, Clark pushed his headband off his
head and raked his hand through his hair. "I hope they don't take it
out on someone else."
"I think I'm going to have to look into making a donation to the
university when we get back. And keep an eye on them." Lex didn't trust
them not to try it again with someone else either.
"For what? To kick them out?"
Lex shrugged. "If necessary. Or simply to threaten them into toeing
the line. People will do almost anything for money. And hopefully, they'll
improve with age."
"Let's hope so anyway." Clark looked up the mountain but found
he'd lost the desire to try another run that evening. "Want to go
"Yeah, suddenly the idea of being alone with you is very
appealing." Lex carefully maneuvered closer and wrapped an arm around
Clark's waist, hugging him.
Clark managed a wan smile, and he leaned into Lex's embrace, letting it
comfort him. "If we see them tomorrow, can I give them a hotseat?"
Lex's vicious smile was sufficient reply. He brushed a kiss over Clark's
lips and straightened up, balancing easily on his skis. "Let's go.
There's a fireplace, balcony and hot chocolate with our names on them."
"As long as you're with me, it sounds perfect."
"You couldn't beat me off with a stick." Lex started back
toward his lodge, glancing back with a come hither look. "Don't stay
back there ogling for too long, or I may just start without you."
That brought a real grin to Clark's face. "Wouldn't you get cold out
on the balcony by yourself?" Turning carefully, he pushed off with his
poles, gliding after Lex down the short trail that led to the lodge,
cheating a tiny bit and using a little extra zing so that he could catch up
to him by the time they got there.
"You think I'm nuts?" Lex laughed. "I'd stay in by the
nice, warm fireplace if I were alone. A frostbitten dick really doesn't
appeal to me."
Clark snickered as he hit the release on his bindings and stepped out of
his skis. "That would give a new meaning to the word blueballs!"
Still laughing, he knocked the snow from the bindings and leaned the skis
and poles in the rack near the door, punching in the code on the keypad
while Lex did the same.
"And not one I care to experience firsthand," Lex agreed,
following him inside and making sure the door was locked behind them and the
system rearmed just in case the idiots decided to try again.
After they both took off their ski boots, he moved up behind Clark, arms
going around his waist and a hand curving over his groin. "But since
I'm not alone," he purred, nipping at Clark's ear, "the balcony
does sound good."
"Yeah." The feel of Lex's teeth on his ear and the dark,
sensual tone of his voice had Clark's nerves tingling in anticipation.
"And I'll keep your exposed parts nice and warm."
"I'm counting on it." Never letting go of him, Lex slowly
walked them toward the stairs, wanting to use the balcony off their bedroom.
"I can just imagine it, the stars so clear overhead, the air clean and
fresh and smelling of snow and spruce trees... and us."
At the first step he took up the stairs, Clark felt Lex's fingers press
against his crotch and couldn't stifle a groan. "If I get hard every
time I smell snow from now on, it's your fault."
They reached the top of the stars, and he pulled away from Lex's touch
long enough to begin stripping out of his clothes, turning to face his lover
as he pulled his sweater over his head and tossed it toward the open closet
"Planning to be naked out there? I'm constantly discovering new
advantages to having an invulnerable lover." Lex pictured it, Clark
naked and hard for him, himself fully dressed and buried deep inside him,
his clothes rasping against his lover's sensitive, bare flesh.
"There a point in me wearing clothes?" As Clark asked this, he
grasped the hem of his turtleneck and tugged it up, leaving his chest bare.
Practically drooling as he watched Clark undress, Lex simply shook his
head. "If I had my way, you'd never wear anything," he managed,
Hands pausing at the snap at the waistband of his ski pants, Clark
laughed. "Mom and Dad might have a problem with that, and I know the
school board would."
"They don't know what they're missing. But that's okay because they
can't have you anyhow." Lex was vaguely aware that he wasn't making
much sense, but who would be, faced with a half-naked Clark?
The glazed look in Lex's eyes had Clark laughing again. "Tell you
what. You rent us a private island for my graduation, and I'll go naked the
whole time we're there. Okay?" He slid down the zipper and skinned out
of the pants and his boxer briefs, bending to peel off his socks as well
before tossing all of them toward the corner and straightening up, wearing
only the thin black collar that was the twin of the one around Lex's throat.
That couldn't have been a whimper coming from his throat, could it? Well,
maybe. Clark was certainly worth a whimper or two. Already moving toward the
younger man to push him out onto the balcony, Lex made note of that promise
regarding the tropical island. If Clark thought he wouldn't remember it, he
didn't know Lex as well as he thought he did. "Outside," he
rasped, not daring to touch his lover yet, knowing that the moment he did,
he would take him.
Twisting the latch to open the door, Clark stepped out onto the
snow-covered balcony, feeling the drifts crunch beneath his feet, but
nothing else. The cold didn't affect him any more than heat did anymore; he
really didn't feel either, which right now was a very good thing.
Moving to the edge of the balcony, he rested his forearms on the railing
and spread his legs slightly, looking back over his shoulder at Lex and
licking his lips at the blatant hunger on his lover's face. "Like
"Fuck," Lex whispered prayerfully, suddenly finding himself
pressed up behind Clark with no memory of moving. "You are so fucking
gorgeous." He fumbled for the zipper on his ski pants, freeing his
painfully hard cock. "God, can't wait, need you."
"Always need you," Clark rasped, spreading his legs wider and
pushing his ass back against Lex's groin as he lowered his head to his
forearms and closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of it all.
"Yessss." Lex pushed into him with no preliminaries, groaning
at the tight heat, glad that he didn't need to worry about hurting his
lover. "Oh, Christ, so good, so hot." His hands gripped Clark's
hips, pulling him back to meet his inward thrust, not stopping until he was
as deep as he could get.
Biting his lip to keep from shouting out his pleasure, Clark tightened
his muscles around the hot length impaling him, needing to feel Lex moving
inside of him. His own erection bobbed upward, smearing his belly with
precome that froze into glittering droplets as it dripped from his skin.
Lex reached around, his fist curling around Clark's cock, pumping him
roughly as he fucked him. "Want to feel you come, feel you shatter and
scream my name, just for me," he rasped around panting breaths.
"Yes." Even as he said it, Clark fought to hold out just a
little longer, to delay the cresting desire within himself and just wallow
in the feeling of having Lex inside him, a part of his body just as he was a
part of his heart.
All too soon, though, the tight grip on his erection and the repeated
pressure against his prostate proved to be too much, and, with a deep moan,
Clark came, his semen splattering down on the snow beneath him and over
Lex's hand as he clenched around him.
A wordless cry ripped from Lex when Clark tensed and rippled around him,
and he bit down viciously on his lover's shoulder, hard enough that Clark
could feel it. Not wanting this to end yet, he fought to hold on, but it
felt so good, Clark felt so good, that he only managed a few more
strokes before his climax exploded through him, making him cry out and slump
against the other man, his entire weight supported by Clark.
"Oh God..." Clark murmured, feeling the negligible, but
pleasurable, weight of Lex slumped over his back and the heat of his seed
seeping down the inside of his thighs. "Nothing better than this.
Nothing better than you."
Lex chuckled tiredly. "You're gonna give me a swelled head." He
rubbed his cheek against Clark's back, his lover's warmth driving away the
chill of the winter air.
Clark had to laugh at that, and he flexed his muscles against the
pressure of Lex's face. "Thought I already did that."
"Smartass." Lex softened and slipped out of Clark's body,
making him sigh regretfully. "We should probably go back inside... if
my legs ever work again."
"Mmm." Moving his arms back from the railing, Clark wrapped
them around Lex's thighs. "Hang on," he ordered, grinning wickedly
and straightening up, giving his lover an impromptu piggyback ride back into
Lex let out an undignified yelp of surprise when Clark suddenly picked
him up, but by the time he was tumbled onto the bed to lie in a boneless
sprawl, he was laughing uproariously. "You're nuts!" he managed to
gasp out, grinning up at his boyfriend.
Clark gave his best attempt at a wounded expression. "Would you have
rather collapsed out there on the balcony and risked dipping your dick into
"Ew!" Lex shuddered theatrically. "I'll have to reward you
for saving me from a fate worse than death... after I get my hot
chocolate." He batted his eyelashes at the younger man, hamming it up.
"Gee, can we be any more subtle there, Lex?" Clark snickered
and, after digging a pair of sweat pants out of a drawer, went into the
bathroom to clean up and get dressed. "Why don't you just curl up in
bed, and I'll make you your cocoa then put you to bed like a good little
"Mmmm, my snow angel," Lex murmured, falling into a light doze
as he curled up beneath the covers waiting for Clark.
By the time Clark came back upstairs with the mugs of cocoa, Lex was
sound asleep, and he chuckled quietly to himself as he set them down on the
dresser. He shifted Lex carefully, attempting to get him out of his ski
clothes without waking him too much, intending to let him sleep through
until morning if possible.
Waking enough to know that it was Clark handling him, Lex cooperated,
then curled into his lover's body when the other man slid into bed as well.
"Love you," he murmured, head tucked under Clark's chin, already
sinking back into a deep sleep.
"Love you too," Clark whispered, sliding his arms around Lex's
waist and holding him close, shifting to let one of his legs slide between
his thighs as Lex relaxed back into sleep again. "Never going to let
anyone hurt you..."
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