"Pete," Luthor called. Pete drew in a deep breath and prepared himself to be chewed out before he turned around. He'd already apologized for having Clark steal the car. Clark had already apologized for stealing the car. What more did the Luthor bastard want? And why did he wait for Clark to leave to say it? The snappish retort that had been forming on Pete's tongue died as he saw the bald man hold up a small ring of keys. Lex's head tilted to the side, and one inquiring eyebrow lifted in question. "You liked the Porsche; would you care for a spin in the Lamborghini?"

Pete's mouth fell open, and he stared in disbelief at Luthor. The man rattled the keys together as if to entice him, but Pete was already well past enticed. He'd kill for a ride in a Lam. Clark had no idea how lucky he was whenever Luthor offered to drive him somewhere. No idea at all. Luthor's voice was almost wheedling, "I'll let you drive." Drive? Luthor was going to let him drive one of those pieces of mechanical heaven?

Long-held suspicion and distrust forced him to question his good fortune. This was a Luthor after all. "Why?"

The keys lowered and Luthor sighed, but he spoke in a tone that almost sounded like defeated resignation. "Because Clark doesn't appreciate my cars like a red-blooded American male should, and I thought you might. Was I wrong?"

Pete's eyes never left the keys but he heard the disappointment and car reverence clearly enough. On this one thing, and only this one thing, Pete could sympathize with the Luthor. "No," he admitted. He shifted his gaze to Luthor's face, and he asked with doubtful hope, "I can drive her?"

It was strange, the way Luthor smiled then. Like Pete had just given him the moon. "To assuage her ego," Luthor explained.

"Of course," Pete agreed. "I'm just doing this for the car's sake, you understand. I still don't like you."

"Of course," Luthor repeated. "I'd be a fool to think otherwise." But the grin he shot then was one Pete wouldn't have found out of place on Clark's face when he'd been eight and suggesting they go catch frogs at Crater Lake. "C'mon, she's waiting in the garage."

'Garage' was a misnomer. When Pete thought of a 'garage', he thought of piles of useless junk packed around one or two overshadowed cars. This place was like an automotive showroom of the latest advances and top models in the industry. The wall had a whole bulletin board sized rack of keys hanging on it, but it was the cars themselves that had Pete staring in wide-eyed appreciation.

"They've all had their egos bruised," Luthor commented from beside him. "Your help may be necessary with all of them."

There was no choice but to accept the offer. "For these beauties, I'll do whatever I have to."

A hand briefly clapped him on the shoulder, "Good man. The one in question today is over here." Pete followed him to a flashy vehicle with a deep black paintjob. He opened the passenger side door and tossed the keys in a high arc over to Pete. He caught them and hurried to take the driver's seat. Luthor smirked a bit at him as he familiarized himself with the dashboard and controls, but he sat back to enjoy the ride when Pete turned the ignition and eased her out of the garage and past the gate guards. The security men seemed a bit taken aback to see Pete driving, but Luthor gave them some kind of all-clear sign, and they were allowed through.

Driving over the deserted roads of Smallville's outskirts, Pete fell in love with the car. She was a perfect angel and beautifully responsive to his every touch. He'd almost forgotten Luthor was even there when he heard a soft moan come from his right. He slowed and pulled over to the side of the road when he saw that Luthor's love for his car was a bit more physical than Pete's. Luthor opened his eyes and turned to look reproachfully at him. "Why'd you stop?" he asked Pete.

"You got it up from riding in your car!" Pete accused, scandalized. He should probably be thankful Luthor's pants had stayed fastened, but the crotch rubbing alone had been more than enough to freak him out.

Luthor stared at him. "If you didn't, you're driving her wrong."

"I'm apparently driving her good enough for you!"

"Until you stopped."

"Look, you sick fuck, I don't -" He stopped when Luthor held up a hand, tongue frozen by the almost desperate and wounded look in Luthor's eyes.

"I'm sorry. I thought you understood. When you ragged on Clark, I thought. . . ." He shook his head and sighed, turning to look out the passenger side window. "Never mind. I was wrong. Just drive, Pete. I'll contain myself like I do when Clark's here. You, at least, appreciate some of her qualities."

Pete brought her back to life, but this time was different. He was aware of Luthor now as if he were a giant white elephant taking up most of the car. After a few minutes, Luthor snapped in irritation, "Either drive her properly or pull over and let me do it. You were doing fine before. Ignore me and focus on her."

It took another couple of minutes, but Pete managed to put Lex out of his mind and focus on handling the precious sportscar. He was just starting to fall in love all over again when Luthor whispered, "You don't feel her?" Pete tried not to listen, but the words pierced his concentration like softly spoken bullets. "You don't feel her inside you? You don't feel her vibrations caressing you, seducing you, penetrating you to your core? You don't feel her pushing-"

"Luthor," Pete cut him off, feeling strangely uncomfortable, "She's a lady. There's no penetration going on, man."

He slowed the car slightly, enough that he could dare looking away from the road and glancing at his passenger. Luthor was tense as all Hell, his eyes closed tightly, and his hands holding his seat in a white-knuckled grip. He looked to be in serious pain, though a cautious peek at his crotch showed that his pants were not tented this time. Pete brought his eyes back to the road and hit the gas again. Luthor hissed slightly, then answered tersely, "Don't let her fool you. Turn up the radio and she fucks harder than any cock ever has. She's so much better, too."

Pete couldn't have heard that right. "Didn't figure you for a queer, Luthor."

"I'm doing my damnedest not to come in my pants from a car, Ross. You think I give a shit if my living partners have or don't have a cock? Sex is about a mindset, not a body."

Curious despite himself, Pete again glanced in Luthor's direction. "Do it." Startled, Luthor's blue eyes briefly met Pete's before Pete had to look back at the road. "Let the car fuck you."

For a long moment Luthor seemed not to have heard. Then he asked, "It won't creep you out?"

Pete couldn't guarantee that. "I promise I won't crash us no matter what you do."

"Is nudity permitted or banned? You are Clark's friend. I wouldn't want to scar you for life."

"I'm sure I've seen worse in the football locker room. Whatever you want. It's your fucking." Pete might have granted permission, but he was still surprised when Luthor squirmed and shimmied in his bucket seat, divesting himself of all his clothing without removing his seatbelt. Tie, shoes, shirt, pants, undershirt, underwear, and socks all got tossed into the back seat. Luthor settled back into his seat, apparently unconcerned that he was completely naked as Pete drove in interweaving circles just outside of Smallville's town limits.

At first, Luthor didn't seem to do much of anything except sit there and become increasingly aroused. Pete had to keep stealing looks because - well, he wasn't gay, but Luthor . . . well, Luthor was getting himself fucked by a car, right? You have to watch something like that. After a while, Luthor slitted his eyes open and turned on the CD player and blasted some punk music Pete wasn't familiar with. It was already loud, but Luthor turned the volume dial and made it deafening. Pete could no longer hear the music, but he could definitely feel it pounding against him. He could almost - almost - see how Luthor could imagine he was getting fucked by the sound alone.

Another glance Luthor's way showed that he hadn't been entirely satisfied just by the heavy beat. He'd found a jar of some kind of lube and he had two fingers up his ass. Pete had to pull over or risk breaking his promise not to crash. Luthor didn't seem to notice the car stopping or even the radio shutting off abruptly. When Pete got out of the car and threw open the passenger side door, however, the blue eyes cracked open, and his fingers slowly pulled out of his body. "You stopped again," he noted, trying and failing to keep the frustration out of his voice.

"Get out."

Luthor's eyes darted up and down the road, but it was as deserted as this particular stretch usually was. Luthor got out of car, still naked, still looking obviously like he'd been interrupted in the middle of having sex.

Pete wasn't entirely verbal, and even if he was, he doubted he'd be able to explain himself clearly to himself, never mind to Luthor, so he just shoved the bald man back a few steps and reached into the car to snatch the jar of lube. "Condoms?"

Understanding dawned sudden and clear, and Luthor pointed at the dashboard. "Under the dash." There was a brief hesitation, then he said, "I didn't figure you for a queer."

"'M not." Pete stated, finding the condoms where Luthor had said they were, and slammed the door shut. "Bend over the hood." For a moment, Pete thought he would argue, but then he moved to the front of the car and spread himself over it, invitingly spreading his legs apart. Coating his fingers with the stuff in the jar, Pete found Luthor's asshole and plunged two digits inside. Luthor hissed but it didn't sound like pain, and he pushed his ass back against Pete's hand. "I'd have to be dead not to be turned on by you sticking your fingers up your ass, Luthor."

"Or completely straight," Luthor commented, but the thought was cut off by a gasp as Pete used his fingers to good effect.

"I'm guessing this works like with a girl but my dick goes in here instead?" Pete asked with another two-fingered thrust.

"Yeah," Luthor gasped, "Stretch me with three fingers first, though. It's been a while."

Pete pushed in a third obligingly, and Luthor cursed. Pete honestly wasn't certain if the word was encouragement, pain, or an instruction. Pete opted to take his own counsel and just moved them in and out of Luthor's greedy white ass, enjoying the aesthetics of his own dark fingers fucking a Luthor. He was going to like putting his dick into him even more.

"Ready, Luthor?" he asked when he didn't think he could hold back any longer.

"Yeah, do it."

Pete reclaimed his fingers and was pleased when Luthor made a sound of loss. He took another look up and down the road but there was still no one in sight. He quickly stripped out of his jeans, rolled on the condom, slicked himself up, and pressed the tip against Luthor's opening. "This is about the car," he told Luthor. "She's a beauty, and I'm fucking her, and she's fucking you. Got it?"

"Got it. Just fuck me."

Pete pushed in. His experience with girls was almost all talk and no action aside from some really great kissing, so he had nothing against which to compare the tightness that engulfed him. Luthor's body was hard and hot and reluctantly yielding as Pete pressed into him. It was glorious. It was over.

Luthor laughed with something like nervous tension and Pete could feel it all around his sensitized flesh. "This was your first time, wasn't it?"

Pete started to pull out, but Luthor reached backward with both arms and held him in place. "Don't you dare leave me until I've come, too." His grip released when Pete stopped trying to retreat, and Lex braced himself against the car's hood again. "Touch me," Luthor instructed. "You'll get hard again in a minute and you can fuck me properly then, but in the mean time run your hands over my skin. Feel me. I'm the car, remember? Make me respond to you."

Tentatively at first, Pete touched Luthor's exposed back. He traced his fingers along the musculature there. Luthor's body seemed to almost tremble beneath the soft touch. Fascinated, Pete pressed his other hand to Luthor's pale skin, running both hands along his side, and sliding underneath to his ribs, belly, and chest. Luthor bucked under him as Pete's fingers pinched a nipple. He felt a stirring in regions that, by rights, ought to have been quiet for a while longer, but as they were still buried deep inside Luthor's tight moving body, he figured different rights were in effect. He pinched the other nipple and got the same answer along with a sound of approval from Luthor. Pete moved his hands, exploring Luthor's torso, finding the dips and hollows that caused his whole body to clench and buck. It was better even than the Lamborghini and Pete drove it hard thrusting fast and deep even as he used the newly discovered controls to pull the best performance out of Luthor's body.

When he came again, Luthor was panting and sweating under him. Pete stroked his side making him shudder. Pete smirked. "I think I have a new favorite car," he drawled, smug in the proof of his virility.

"God," Luthor blasphemed. "You're an incredible driver. You're sure this was your first time?"

"You said that, not me," Pete said, unwilling to admit to any previous lack of experience being a stud. He was glad, though, that Luthor had compared it to driving a fast and temperamental car or it might not have gone as well. "We should get dressed and out of here before our luck runs out and somebody sees us."

"Right," Luthor agreed, pushing off the hood and forcing Pete to move as well. They dressed quickly and soon were driving back toward the Luthor place. "You'll help me soothe the blue Ferrari's ruffled feathers tomorrow, right?"

Driving slower, Pete glanced toward Luthor's profile. "Tomorrow I'm helping Chloe with the Torch. Day after is good, though."

Luthor nodded. "Good. Is five o'clock all right? I have to be at the plant until then. Meet at the garage?"

"Sure," Pete agreed. There was an awkward silence for a few moments. They'd had sex. They had to acknowledge that sooner or later, preferably before they reached the Luthor property. "I won't tell anybody," Pete broke the topic. "Not about your car fetish or your preferences."

There was a brief hesitation before Luthor said, "I appreciate that. I have enough trouble keeping the town's respect without being sexually deviant." He laughed shortly. "That's a secret not even Clark knows about me. And he won't. He can keep a secret, but not without letting the world know he has one to hide."

They drove in a slightly more companionable silence until they turned onto the road where the Luthor Mansion was. "I won't tell anyone either," Luthor said, though Pete hadn't expected he would. Luthor could keep a secret and nobody would ever know he had another one. "But I will make sure there are lube and condoms in the Ferrari for Thursday."

Pete looked at him, but Luthor was staring straight ahead, expression masked. "You figure that'll happen again?"

A tiny smirk quirked his mouth. "I love my Ferrari. I'm sure you'll love her, too."