Orithain and Rina
Beta by Mre, ambiguous719, and Angel in Red. Many thanks!
This will make more sense if you read Games
I: Marco Polo first, but it can be read as a standalone.
Disclaimer: Would that they belonged to us so that we could watch
instead of just writing about it, but they don't.
Trying to concentrate on the reports he had to review, Lex found himself
distracted by the beams of light shining through the green banker's shade on
his lamp. The color was the exact shade of Clark's eyes when he was about to
"Damnit!" Lex shut down his laptop and headed for the garage
and his Porsche, knowing that there was no way he was going to get any work
done. Not once he'd started thinking about Clark: Clark, whom he hadn't seen
in three days thanks to meetings and work on the farm; Clark, who at that
very moment was at the Talon with the friends he'd been neglecting lately.
A cappuccino was just what Lex needed.
"God, I have so many ideas for the Torch!" Chloe Sullivan
exclaimed. She was stirring her drink with one hand and flipping through the
notes she'd taken during her internship at the Daily Planet with the other.
It had ended the Friday before, and between traveling back to Smallville and
unpacking her things, this was the first she'd seen of Clark or Pete.
"Mr. White, the editor, was a total pain in the ass the way he rode
us, but he's really good at what he does, and he gave me some tips on ways
to punch up my writing."
She took a drink of her iced latte and grinned, looking at her two
companions. "So, we've heard about Pete's trip to California and my
summer in Metropolis; what about you, Clark?"
He shrugged, twirling the thin wooden stir-stick between his fingers
before dropping it back into his empty glass. "What do you think?"
Clark rolled his eyes heavenward but grinned. "I helped Dad around the
farm, delivered stuff, but hey, don't feel bad; I'm sure I was having more
fun than either of you did."
"Poor baby," Pete laughed, shaking his head. "You're
telling me you didn't do one thing that was fun all summer?"
"Went to the movies, went swimming, hung out at..." The door of
the Talon swung open, and Clark turned to look toward it, breaking into a
huge smile when he saw who came in. "...Lex's," he finished.
Lex spotted Clark the moment he stepped through the door, and he forced
himself not to pounce on him. God, he looked good. He slid into the booth
beside Clark, ending up pressed against him--because of the tight space, of
course. Under cover of the table, his hand gripped Clark's thigh, but he
restrained himself from anything further.
"What can I get you, Lex?" Lana appeared beside them almost
instantly, and Lex ordered his usual cappuccino, wishing that Clark were on
"Did you enjoy your sojourn in Metropolis, Chloe?" he asked,
feigning an interest since she was Clark's friend.
Clark froze, his smile plastered on his face, and Chloe looked at him
strangely before answering Lex. "Yes, I learned a lot and got to see
places I hadn't been to in years. You must miss it; it's a big change from
there to here."
"Oh, Smallville has its benefits," Lex replied, a seraphic
smile on his lips as his fingers crept a little higher on Clark's leg before
he gave his lover a quick squeeze and brought his hand up to rest on the
Lana brought Lex's coffee. "I don't see how you can say that.
There's nothing to do here, especially with Whitney gone, and so much
in Metropolis. I'd love to be able to go dancing at a club whenever I
wanted." She sighed at that before moving off to another table to check
on some customers.
Lex looked toward the ceiling, exasperated by the fact that Lana seemed
to think that if her boyfriend wasn't in town, her life was over, oblivious
to how it might make Clark feel... or might have made him feel before he'd
realized that Lex was the one he wanted. Lex wondered how long the
relationship would have lasted if Clark had actually ever gotten Lana, but
he doubted it would have been long.
"I don't know..." Clark was horrified that his voice came out a
lot higher than normal, and he swallowed, silently vowing to get revenge on
his sadistic boyfriend when they were alone. Clearing his throat, he tried
again. "I don't think I'd want to live somewhere that people would just
as soon mug you as look at you. What's the point of being able to go out if
you're too scared to do it?"
Pete scoffed, shaking his head. "Man, Clark, you really need to get
off the farm more."
"The only problem with clubs for us," Chloe chimed in, "is
that we're too young to get into them. Believe me, I've tried."
While spending an evening with a group of teenagers wasn't Lex's
preferred activity, if it got him time with Clark, he'd take it. "Well,
if you really want..."
"Oh, Lex, would you?" Chloe immediately jumped on the offer
before he had a chance to think better of it. "It would be so much
"Sure," he shrugged. "But since I don't want to be
arrested for kidnapping, I'm going to insist you get your parents'
permission to go to Metropolis for the night and stay over at my
apartment... though I wouldn't really suggest telling them where we
plan to go once there."
While the others were all thanking Lex and plotting ways to get their
folks' permission, Clark looked over at him, eyebrows raised. A night away
from home. With Lex. Well, with his friends too if you were technical about
it, but they had to sleep sometime, right?
"When are you talking about going?" he asked, trying to be the
calm voice of reason, though it wasn't working well because his brain was
singing 'A night with Lex, a night with Lex.'
"School starts in two weeks, so it has to be before then,"
Chloe piped up.
"And football practice starts before that," Pete added.
"Well, it's Wednesday now, so how about this Friday? That gives you
time to okay it with your families, and then we can enjoy a Friday night
Metropolis-style," Lex suggested. And Clark in his bed for the whole
night. He could hardly wait.
"You can all stay at my place," Lex said easily. "I have
several guestrooms, so you can each have your own room." No way did he
want Clark caught in a late night chat session with Pete.
"Thanks, Lex. I'll get to work on my folks when I get home!"
Chloe eyed Clark, who was still looking at Lex. "Think your parents
will let you go?"
"Won't know till I ask," he replied, giving a shrug and trying
not to squirm because Lex had rested his hand under the table
again--supposedly in his own lap but in reality on Clark's thigh again.
"I know we talked about going to a movie, guys, but I'd better start
asking now if I want to wear my dad down; mind if I pass?"
"No problem, man." Pete smiled, but it grew thinner when he
looked at Lex. He hated what the man's father had done to his family, which
meant he usually didn't have anything good to say about Lex, but a guy
couldn't look a gift trip in the mouth.
Lex returned Pete's stare blandly, willing to make allowances for Clark's
sake. Besides, Clark would be leaving with him, and he was sure they would
manage some time for themselves before he had to be home. At least the
length of a movie, to be precise. Finishing his coffee, he nodded to Pete
and Chloe as he stood up.
"Want a lift?" he offered Clark, standing where he would block
the other two's view of Clark's lap as he stood up.
"Sure, if it's not a problem." Clark practically leapt to his
feet, avoiding falling over them only by slamming his hand down on the
tabletop so hard the cups rattled.
Chloe looked over at Pete, confused. Clark had been really up for seeing
MIB II a little while ago, and now he was ready to run home. "Okay,
I'll give you a call in the morning, and we can see if it's a go."
"Will do. See ya!" Keeping himself half-behind Lex, Clark waved
to both of them and Lana before hurrying out the door.
Frowning, Chloe took a sip of her drink. "Did Clark seem a little
weird to you, Pete?" she asked.
"No more than usual," he answered, draining his glass. "If
we want to get to the mega-plex, we'd better get out of here."
"Yeah," she answered, seeming distracted as they gathered their
things to leave.
"So should I drive you straight home to talk to your parents?"
Lex teased as he slid into his car and waited for Clark to get settled
beside him. "Since you were in such a hurry and all." He made
haste to pull away from the curb and head out of town where he would be able
to touch Clark without worrying that the whole town was watching.
"Asshole," Clark growled, though the sound wasn't nearly as
fierce as when Lex did it. "Gee, nothing like groping me in front of my
friends!" He shook his head and started laughing as he slid his hand
into Lex's lap. "Be careful you don't strip your gears..."
"I'm more concerned with you stripping me," Lex chuckled, hips
rising slightly off the seat to press into Clark's palm. "So will your
parents be expecting you two hours from now, or do we have some time?"
He was hoping for the latter as it seemed forever since they'd had any time
As soon as they were out of sight of town, he pulled off the road, turned
to face Clark, and pulled him into a ravenous kiss.
Lips and teeth and tongue and, god, Lex tasted good! Clark was tempted to
rip out the console between them so that he could get closer to Lex, but he
controlled himself, doubting Lex would appreciate him doing that.
"They don't expect me home until eleven or so." He ducked his
head and grinned before swooping in to suck on Lex's lower lip. "I told
them I might go by your place afterward."
That had Lex pulling him closer to kiss him very thoroughly. "Super
smart too," he praised. "So we have all afternoon and evening to
play. This is the best return I've ever had on a cup of coffee." With a
final kiss, Lex straightened up again and put the car back into gear.
"This would be better continued back at my place."
Adjusting his jeans so that he could be at least somewhat comfortable for
the ride to the castle, Clark looked at Lex expectantly. "Well? Drive
"I really can't believe you asked everyone to your place."
Clark snickered and ran his fingers over the back of Lex's neck as they
turned onto the driveway from the road. "And that you're taking us all
"I'd do a lot more to get you spending a whole night with me,"
Lex admitted easily. "But I'm counting on your help keeping the lot of
them out of too much trouble and me out of jail." He shook his head
self-mockingly. "Still, the clubs are crowded enough that we'll be able
to dance together without worrying about them seeing us. It seemed like a
good idea to me." He leaned back into Clark's caress, a shiver running
down his spine.
"Me too." Seeing Lex's response, Clark trailed his fingers
higher up the back of his head, feather-light touches over his scalp.
"I just hope they stay in their rooms and don't come investigating
strange noises." The thought of that happening, while not quite
as bad as his parents walking in on them, made Clark cringe.
"Fortunately the walls are very thick. We wouldn't want either host
or guest to be disturbed by the other's nocturnal activities, after
all." He pulled into the garage with a sigh of relief, parked, turned
the car off, unfastened his seatbelt, and lunged over the gearbox to ravage
Clark's mouth in a single motion that took the merest fraction of a second.
"God, I missed you," Clark mumbled into Lex's mouth as he
pulled the other man bodily into his lap, his hands roaming over and under
his shirt, touching everywhere he could. "I hate being good."
"That's why I don't usually do it," Lex agreed. His own hands
were busy yanking the t-shirt from Clark's body, and he moaned his
frustration when their lips had to part to pull it over his head. "God,
I've wanted you so much."
Clark's response was a wordless mumble as he dove for Lex's neck,
scattering buttons over the floor as he pulled Lex's shirt open to get at
more of that wonderful, fair-skinned body. His mouth closed on the side of
Lex's throat, and he licked and sucked at the warm, spicy flesh, all the
while pulling the older man close and arching up against him, too frantic to
try anything else.
Lex rode Clark's thrusts, gasping and moaning as their cocks rubbed
together, his fingers combed deep into Clark's hair, holding him close.
"Oh yes, there, so good, Clark," he babbled, not conscious of
speaking at all.
"Yeah... Lex..." Clark moaned. His hips rose off the seat while
his fingers dug into Lex's back, and he whimpered, dragged to the edge by
the weight pressing against him and Lex's teasing earlier. "Gonna -
ah!" His whole body tensed, and warm semen pulsed inside his boxers to
cover his cock, and all the while he kept moving, wanting to hear Lex come
Lex was fighting to hold on to his control, some small part of his mind
thinking that he was too old to be doing this in his pants, in the car, but
the combination of the delicious friction, the sight and sound of Clark
coming, and the simple knowledge that Clark was really here with him rather
than a fantasy as he jacked off made him come, arching hard against his
He slumped forward, head resting on Clark's shoulder as he panted for
breath. "My drycleaner must hate you, but I love what you do to
"Don't they make more if they get the stains out?" Clark
murmured dreamily as he stroked Lex's sweaty back and over his head, almost
purring in contentment, especially when he flicked out his tongue to lick
the side of Lex's neck.
"Actually, they get the same regardless, so they'd probably rather
not have to work harder. But I certainly enjoy creating the stains,
so they're just going to have to deal with it."
Shifting a bit uncomfortably as the clammy silk clung to him, he smirked
at Clark. "So would you like to actually go inside, or shall we just
stay out here for a couple hours?"
Lifting his head from Lex's shoulder with a sigh, Clark shrugged.
"Inside, I guess, or I'll hear about you getting a cramp in your legs
soon." He grinned at the last. "Besides, I need to wash out my
clothes. You aren't the only one messy, you know!"
"Oh, I know." Lex eyed him hungrily. "I'm looking forward
to helping you clean up." He fumbled at the door from his rather
awkward position, managing to open it and stumble out, catching at the roof
when his legs refused to support him. "Coming?"
"Already did, thanks." Clark snickered and swung easily out of
the car, catching Lex around the waist and holding him upright until he got
the feeling back in his legs. Seeing the exasperated look on the older man's
face, he laughed aloud. "You deserved that, admit it!"
Sighing and shaking his head, Lex simply led the way into the house, more
interested in getting Clark into his bedroom or wherever they ended up than
in bandying words. "Sometimes you remind me that you really are a
teenager," he said, trying to sound superior from his half dozen years'
seniority. "And you always make me feel better." He slung an arm
around Clark's waist as they walked, enjoying just being able to touch him
without worrying about who might see.
"Thanks..." Clark quirked his eyebrows up while looking at Lex
sidelong through his lashes. "I think." He leaned in to nuzzle the
side of Lex's neck. "I love you."
"So... what did you have in mind for today since we actually have
enough time to relax and enjoy ourselves? I wouldn't want you to think I
only want you for your body." Lex grinned over his shoulder as they
entered his bedroom, and he immediately started stripping, wrinkling his
nose as he peeled off his clammy boxers.
"I know," Clark said airily. "It's my urbane wit, my
social skills, my..." He almost fell on his ass while pulling off his
jeans. "...graceful manner."
Laughing at himself, Clark sat on the floor and looked up at Lex, feeling
his heart slam in his chest at the sight of his lover's bare body.
"Feel up to learning another game? You did really well at Marco
Lex felt his body stir at the memory. "It'll be hard to top that
one. I really enjoyed the prize." He offered a hand to help Clark back
to his feet even as his eyes drank in the other man's nudity. "I have
very fond memories of that game... and will be publicly embarrassed if
anyone ever mentions it around me," he added with a grin. "I seem
to have a Pavlovian response."
Standing easily, Clark rested his hands on Lex's shoulders, fingertips
just barely moving over his shoulder blades. "I don't know; it could be
fun to play at the lake come Labor Day..." The look Lex gave him could
have dissolved steel. "Okay, okay, no!"
"I was thinking more along the lines of freeze tag. Ever heard of
Lex's blank expression made his 'no' redundant. "But the tag part
sounds intriguing," he murmured huskily. He forced himself to step away
and go into the bathroom, where he automatically turned on the shower to the
temperature Clark preferred. "So how does one play this game?"
"I'm hoping you understand tag at least?" he asked, waiting
until Lex nodded and kissed him to continue. "Freeze tag is just about
the same, only you have to hold still until someone tags you again. Can't
really play the running type with just the two of us, but we could - uh -
"Why, Mr. Kent, I do believe you have a kinky streak hidden beneath
that wholesome exterior... and I heartily approve." Lex grinned as he
stepped under the cool spray, sighing his satisfaction as it cleaned and
cooled him. "So exactly what kind of improvisations did you have in
Feeling the familiar heat of a blush stain his cheeks, Clark turned Lex
around so that he could soap his back. Leaning in, he brushed his lips
against the curve of Lex's bare head and gave a small sigh before trying to
answer the question. "I was thinking that, ummm, we could play using
touches. Maybe one hand freezes and the other unfreezes the person who isn't
it?" He was really red now and really glad that Lex wasn't
looking at him, and, oh shit, he was.
"Let me be sure I have this straight. So if I, say, touch you like
this with my right hand," curling it around Clark's renewed erection
and pumping it slowly, "you would have to stay completely still until I
touched you with my left hand?" He held it up as if in question,
watching Clark's expression as he teased him.
"Yes." Clark's voice was almost a squeak, and his eyes widened
as he thought of just what he was getting himself into. "But then I'd
get to be 'it,' and you'd have to freeze."
"Mmm, just as soon as I couldn't bear not to be touching you with my
other hand." Lex watched him hungrily as he pumped his cock a few more
times, then reached down and cupped his balls in the palm of his left hand.
"Oops," he said, mock-regretfully, "I guess you're it."
Though all the blood in his body seemed to be pooling in his groin, Clark
managed a shaky laugh. "Why do I get the feeling that being 'it' is
going to be the goal here?"
As he spoke, he slid his right arm around Lex's waist, stroking his back
and ass, feathering his fingers along the crease between his cheeks,
something he knew Lex liked.
Lex shivered but somehow managed to remain still as Clark touched him,
although he did sway slightly. "Is talking allowed, or is that
considered moving?" he gasped, biting his lip as the feather-light
touches aroused him. Hungry silver-blue eyes fixed on Clark like a starving
wolf on a tender lamb, and he quivered with arousal.
Taking a moment to think about that, Clark scraped his blunt nails across
Lex's back. "You can talk; you just can't do anything else," he
answered because he couldn't help himself. Hearing Lex talk was almost as
much a turn on as seeing him move--or even breathe.
"So it's okay for me to tell you how good that feels, how much I
love having your hands on me, how feeling you touch me like that makes me
want so much more, want to feel you deep inside me, touching me
The squeak was back, and Clark almost lost his balance as lust smashed
through him. He wavered on his feet, and when he did, his left hand brushed
Lex's hip. "You're it now," he croaked, ducking under the spray to
try and clear his mind before Lex drove him out of it.
"Mmmm." Lex made a sound reminiscent of a sleepy lion surveying
his domain, sensual and redolent of satisfaction. His right hand lightly
skimmed over Clark's torso, starting just above his navel and following the
sparse sprinkling of hair upward. He lightly touched a fingertip to the very
tip of one nipple, then continued upward until his fingers were brushing
Trying to move closer, he slipped slightly and caught hold of Clark's hip
with his other hand. "You're it again," he whispered.
"M-maybe we should get out of the shower before one of us
falls," Clark gasped, taking a step back from Lex so he could think
coherently enough to form the words.
"Good point." Lex reached out with a slightly shaky hand to
turn the water off, then stepped out and swiped at his body with the towel
waiting for him. He absently noted the presence of a second towel, something
that had appeared since Clark became his lover, but he was more interested
in watching Clark dry off while he waited.
"Since you're it, where and how do you want me before I'm back to
not being allowed to move?"
Moving in a blur to get himself dry, Clark neatly hung the towel up and
stood watching Lex finish blotting his own skin. "On the bed, on your
stomach," he whispered, the thought of having this much control over
Lex making his hands twitch and his cock slap against his stomach.
The darkly commanding tone sent another shiver of arousal down Lex's
spine, and he moved slowly toward the bed, ass swaying. With a heated glance
over his shoulder, he arranged himself in the center, arms above his head
and wrists crossed as he waited for whatever Clark chose to do.
Gnawing on his lower lip and fisting his left hand behind his back so
that he could be 'it' for as long as possible, Clark crawled up onto the
bed, straddling Lex's thighs and running his right hand down the center of
the older man's back, the bumps of his spine small ridges beneath his thin
"I love touching you," he sighed, trailing his fingers upward
until they brushed the hollow at the base of Lex's skull. "So soft and
so hard at the same time. I love that after we're together, I can smell you
on me for hours and remember..."
Lex shivered, hands clenching into fists above his head as he fought not
to arch up into Clark's light touch. Children could remain still; so could
he. Of course, said children didn't have Clark teasing them into near
"I think I envy you your sense of smell," he managed to say.
"I can only smell you for a short time... Of course, that just means
that we need to renew it more often." He bit his lower lip, trying to
distract himself from the light touches that only made him want more.
"If it makes you happy," Clark murmured, continuing his light
caresses, enjoying having Lex at his mercy like this because, honestly,
whenever they were together and Lex touched him, he lost all control.
Having stroked his way up the back of Lex's head, Clark reversed his
path, running one finger down his spine in a series of curves before
circling it over the small indentation at the top of his ass. "Or you
can see if you can come up with a soap that smells like me... but that would
mean you wouldn't smell like you, and that would suck, big time."
Lex was fairly sure, somewhere in the back of his mind where there was
still a working brain cell or two, that this conversation made absolutely no
sense, but just then, he didn't particularly care. Moaning, he tensed to try
and force himself to remain still when all he wanted to do was writhe
beneath Clark's touch and beg him for more.
Clark continued to stroke his finger over the divot at the top of the
cleft in Lex's ass, almost mesmerized by that tiny patch of skin. He could
feel Lex's muscles quiver beneath him as the older man attempted to hold
still; to say Lex was competitive was to speak the obvious.
"I wonder if this counts as right or left..." Clark mused,
leaning in and running his tongue up Lex's spine before answering himself.
"My game, my rules. Right."
"Bastard!" Lex gasped, his back arching involuntarily, legs
spreading as his body clenched hungrily. "Fine, you win, just fuck
me!" No longer caring about the game or anything but the man teasing
him, he tried to flip over, but Clark held him in place easily.
Blinking in shock because of Lex's outburst, Clark sat up, grinning
widely. "Oh my god." He'd done it. Maybe he was getting better at
this seduction thing (not that two months of romping as often as they could
didn't hurt) because he'd never made Lex act like this before.
Reaching for the lube, he squirted some into his palm before pausing,
unable to resist one more goad. "Ask nicely..."
"Fuck me now, or so help me, I'll create a set of manacles
with a core of meteor dust enough to weaken you and not let you out of this
bed for a week!"
That threat gave Clark a moment's pause, but then he grinned even as he
moved to kneel between Lex's thighs. "No, you wouldn't; you love me,
and that would really piss my parents off." Saying that, he slid one
finger into the older man's tight body, crooking it and searching for the
gland inside him.
"Clark!" What started as a wail of frustration turned into a
wail of shocked pleasure when Clark's finger hit his prostate. Lex felt like
he was turning inside out, and his fists clenched in the sheets. "God,
if you don't get inside me, I'm going to come before you ever do!"
"Oh no, you aren't!" Quickly stretching Lex's ass by adding
another finger, Clark slicked up his cock and thrust inside, the spastically
clenching depths surrounding him making him groan deep in his throat.
Lex hastily bit down on the wadded sheets beneath him to muffle his
scream when Clark finally entered him. He drove upward, taking Clark as deep
as he could go, and it still wasn't enough. The blase man who could calmly
get up from a lover's bed and walk away without a second thought was nowhere
to be seen where Clark was concerned. "God, yes!"
"Lex..." Clark's voice was a ragged whine as he thrust into his
lover, each stroke sending electric jolts up his cock to his toes then up to
his brain. "Need to be deeper..." He wrapped his arms around Lex's
chest and pulled, rising up to his knees with Lex straddling his lap.
This time there was nothing to silence Lex's scream when Clark went
deeper than he ever had before. His head fell back against Clark's shoulder,
and he writhed frantically, begging for more. Love, lust, alien pheromones,
whatever it was, sex with Clark was like nothing he'd ever experienced
before. His hand curled around his leaking erection, and he shook, poised on
the brink of an explosive climax.
Clark could feel it, the tension, the need radiating through Lex, and his
own condition mirrored them exactly. Sliding a hand lower, he circled Lex's
cock and began to stroke, his palm wet with precome and lube.
"God, yes, do it, Lex," he moaned, arching up and lifting them
both from the mattress as the first throes of his own climax hit him.
When Clark's hand touched him, it was the final impetus needed to tip Lex
over the edge, and he arched hard enough to make his spine crack as he came.
He could feel Clark coming at the same time, jerking inside him, and that
just made another tremor of pleasure shake Lex. His seed spurted over his
belly and their hands, and when the last paroxysm passed, he slumped back
against the support of his lover's chest, chest heaving as he gasped for
Head bowed forward so that his face was buried in the crook of Lex's
neck, Clark shuddered, slowly kissing the beads of sweat away until he'd
recovered, though he continued to support Lex and would until the older man
recovered. "That was... wow."
"Yeah." Lex laughed breathlessly. "Any time you want to
introduce me to another kids' game, love, go right ahead. You're batting a
thousand so far." He rubbed the back of his head against Clark's
shoulder, still not certain that he could move. "Now I know what they
mean by 'rode hard and put away wet'," he murmured, a smug smile on his
"You saying you need another shower?" Clark asked, chuckling
quietly before bringing his damp hand to his lips and licking Lex's semen
from his palm, sighing at the flavor. "And I know more kids' games we
can play; it'll just have to wait for another day." He kissed the side
of Lex's neck, then lowered them both to the bed, curling up around and on
the smaller man.
"Sounds good to me. We do fine with adult games too." Lex
flashed a quick smile, arms going around his lover. "I missed
you," he suddenly said. "Three days and it felt like
forever." He shook his head. "If my father ever finds out about
this, we're going to be so screwed. But I like you a lot more than I like
"That's..." Clark started to say wrong, then sighed. He didn't
understand Lex's relationship--what there was of it--with his father, and he
wasn't sure he wanted to, "...sad. I missed you too. You don't know how
many times I wanted to run over during the night... but I didn't."
Keeping his parents' trust was a hard thing, but Clark was trying, just like
they were trying to accept his relationship with Lex.
"Here's where I wish I didn't actually like your parents and want
what's right for you." Lex sighed, eyes closing briefly. "A year
ago I wouldn't have hesitated to coax you into coming over here every night,
and I wouldn't have given a damn about anything else. A conscience is a
bitch." He nuzzled into Clark's throat.
"But it's also a good thing to have and to use." Clark smiled
and rolled to his back, cradling Lex against him, enjoying holding him this
way, supporting him as no one else could or was allowed to. "Otherwise,
this... we..." He shook his head, falling silent.
Easily following that train of thought and not liking the destination,
Lex shuddered. "That's what keeps me good, Clark. Not the people I'm
helping or what they think of me, though that's nice enough, but what you
think of me. I won't lose you, Clark, and if that means facing down my
father, which it will eventually, well, that's exactly what'll happen."
"You. Are. Good. Lex." Clark stated emphatically, kissing the
other man's lips to emphasize his point. "You were good before me, you
just..." he smiled and brushed his lips against Lex's bald dome,
"needed a little direction, just like I did."
Smile fading, he twisted his head to look into Lex's eyes. "I love
you. I don't care if I'm fifteen, fifty or five hundred; it isn't going to
"That's one hell of a promise, Clark," Lex breathed, staring at
him. And if Clark had been anyone else, he'd have smiled and enjoyed
whatever time they had before teenage fancy turned to something else, but
what did he know about Clark's race? For all he knew, they were mature at
ten. Screw it, for this once, he was going to take something on faith.
Lex smiled and pressed a kiss to Clark's lips.
"It's just the truth." Clark kissed Lex back then ducked his
head and blushed when his stomach growled. "Think we can get a
Chuckling, Lex disentangled himself from the younger man and got to his
feet with only a slight wobble. "I'm sure a meal is ready for us, but I
really need another shower first. Give me a minute, and we can go down and
eat, then decide what we want to do for the rest of the evening."
Clark pouted. "I thought you liked to smell like me."
"I do. Unfortunately, however, you came in me. I came
on me, so I'm just sticky without the benefits."
The expression didn't change. "I can clean you off."
Lex definitely wasn't going to remind him that he'd said he was hungry.
In the blink of an eye, momentarily rivaling Clark's speed, Lex was back
down on the bed, reclining on his back, arms spread wide. "Please help
Clark snickered before grinning. "Glad to be of service, and it'll
tide me over until we get that food." Rolling to his belly, he pushed
himself up onto his hands and knees, at first just rubbing his face over
Lex's chest and stomach like some great cat, then licking at the smears of
semen that dappled his skin, working his way lower until he was cleaning
Lex's now soft cock from root to tip.
Lex watched avidly from where he'd had the foresight to prop up his
shoulders on the pillows. Seeing Clark do this, knowing that Clark wanted to
do this, was the most incredible turn on for him. Recently sated by an
explosive climax, his body wasn't capable of rousing yet, but he could feel
love and lust burn deep inside him, and he lowered one hand to rest it on
the tousled dark curls.
Giving Lex's cock a final lick, Clark raised his head into the pressure
of Lex's hand, looking up at his lover, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure
and contentment. "Love the way you taste, especially knowing it was me
that caused it."
Lex half sat up, sliding beneath Clark until he could reach the
teenager's mouth. His mouth eagerly fastened onto Clark's, tongue delving
inside to taste himself overlaying the addictive flavor that was his lover.
"Likewise," he whispered before sucking Clark's tongue into his
mouth, wanting to taste more of him.
Happy to follow Lex's lead once again, Clark ran his tongue over the roof
of the older man's mouth, then over his teeth and tongue. The feel of Lex
sucking on his tongue made him purr again, and he ran his hands over the
field of warm, bare skin before him. "We may never get food at this
About to agree, Lex was forestalled by another rumble from Clark's
stomach. Laughing, he sat up. "I think we'd better feed that other
appetite first. Sounds like you're in dire straits." Slipping away
before Clark could distract him again, he padded over to his
closet--although it seemed that something the size of the Kents' living room
deserved a more elaborate name--and pulled out a pair of worn jeans.
He stepped into the faded denims, the soft fabric molding itself to him
as only well-worn jeans can. Not bothering with a shirt, he turned back to
"Uh, Lex... I don't have..." Clark began to say as he sat up on
the bed, looking toward where his soiled clothes had been earlier. They
weren't there, which he had half expected, but neither were they back,
washed and folded, yet. Of course, then he saw what Lex was wearing, and his
jaw dropped. "You're wearing jeans."
Lex's eyebrows rose. "Yes, I do that sometimes." Taking pity on
his lover's stunned expression, he relented and explained, "My father
doesn't consider jeans appropriate to the Luthor image, so I usually only
wear them at home when I know no one's going to be around." He
shrugged. "They're comfortable."
Having also noticed that Clark's clothes hadn't reappeared, he delved
into his closet again and came up with a pair of drawstring pants.
"They'll be small on you, but you should be able to get them on till
your clothes are ready."
Standing to accept the offered clothing, Clark couldn't resist running
his hand over the soft denim clinging to Lex's thigh. "They look good,
and they feel better." He let his fingers fall away from the
well-washed fabric. "And I'm glad I got to see them."
Eyeing the pants Lex had handed him, Clark shook his head then went into
extreme contortions to get them on - most of which weren't necessary.
"All I can say is do not touch me while I'm wearing these, got
"Oh but why?" Lex eyed him appreciatively, thinking that no one
would ever look at Michelangelo's David again if they were to see Clark in
the tight sweats. The soft cotton clung to him, lovingly delineating his
cock and balls, and Lex had to fight the urge to drop to his knees and mouth
him through the fabric.
"Why?" Clark's voice cracked as it rose, and he buried his head
in his hands so that he couldn't see the way Lex was looking at him, a way
that was sure to rip the seams out of the only thing between him and nudity.
"Food." Lex knew they had to get out of the bedroom or it would
be hours before they made it downstairs. Not bothering to check whether
Clark was following, he practically ran for the door, intent on getting
downstairs to his study and getting them something to eat. And after that...
well, he'd been having fantasies of Clark on his desk. He smiled.
Or just talking was good too. He slowed down and glanced back, extending
Closing his palm around Lex's, Clark lengthened his stride until he was
at the older man's side and shortened it again so they could move at the
same pace. "How many forks are coming with this meal?" he teased.
"Considering that my staff has noticed your fondness for burgers,
probably none," Lex admitted. Clark had charmed more than just him,
something that he would have sworn to be an impossibility a few months
before. Not even his staff was proof against that open, honest smile,
"Real food! All right!" The expression on Lex's face made Clark
chuckle. It was the 'you're how old again?' look that made him want
to burst into giggles every time he saw it. "How about next time we get
together, you pick the food?" He swallowed. "Whatever you and your
wonderful cooks desire."
"Sounds fair to me." Lex promised himself that he'd find
something that Clark would like, maybe even invite his parents over for
dinner one night so they could see that the castle wasn't really a den of
iniquity. "Mmm, that does smell good," he admitted. "They're
getting very good at anticipating us."
"Do they start dishing stuff up when the bed stops banging on the
floor?" Clark asked, cringing inwardly at the thought of the staff
standing under the master bedroom, listening to them.
Lex shrugged. "I have no idea how they do it, but they always do. I
rather doubt that they're standing around listening to us though. They
probably have sentry posts or something to tell them when we start
downstairs... or maybe they just heard the shower switch off." Like
generations of nobility, Lex simply took things for granted and didn't try
to figure out how his servants accomplished them.
"Oh god." Clark groaned and hid his head against Lex's
shoulder. "That's better than the other, but still..." He lifted
his head and halted them in the middle of the stairs, glancing around to
make sure none of the staff was near before speaking. "Do any of them--
Will they tell your dad?"
"Not if they want to remain working for me." The cold
expression in Lex's eyes boded ill for anyone who chose Lionel over him. He
demanded loyalty in the people he employed, and if they thought his father
more powerful, they'd find themselves asking Lionel for a job.
"He'll find out eventually, there's no avoiding that, but I'd prefer
to postpone the inevitable as long as possible. It won't be pretty. You're
young, male, and actually have a conscience, which makes you the exact
opposite of what dear old Dad wants for his heir." Lex shrugged.
"However, it's what I want that counts, and I want you."
Wondering which of the three things Lex had said that he was would bother
Lionel the most, Clark almost asked the question then shook his head,
deciding that they'd discussed the elder Luthor enough already. It always
made Lex tense to talk about his father, and Clark wanted him relaxed -
well, except for certain parts of him, later.
"That works amazingly well, because I want you too," he smiled,
taking advantage of their pause to press Lex up against the wall and kiss
him, making sure to keep them both from tumbling down the stairs as he did.
"So," he smiled, backing off and starting them down the steps
again, "feed me and then you can tell me what we're doing next. I chose
the game; you choose the entertainment."
Despite Lex's initial instinct, he knew that not even two men in their
prime could do nothing but have sex for several hours, so he thought about
it as he followed Clark downstairs. "Well, we could play pool, take a
swim, go for a walk on the grounds... Do you play chess? That's always an
option. Or strip poker." He snickered. "Of course, we'd have to
get dressed first for that."
He glanced down the table as they entered the dining room, hiding a smile
when he noticed that in addition to the perfectly broiled burgers, covered
to keep them warm, there were dishes of Clark's favorite toppings. It seemed
he wasn't the only one determined to keep the teenager fed.
"Mmm, this looks great!" Clark enthused, settling into the
chair next to Lex's and uncovering his burger. Although the large dining
room still awed him, he'd gotten used to eating in here when he came over.
He still liked snacks in Lex's study too, though.
Secretly agreeing, although he wasn't about to admit that to Clark, Lex
started putting his burger together, the smell letting him know just how
hungry he was. Spending time with Clark always increased his appetite, but
he worked it all off in his favorite way, so he wasn't worried. He took a
huge bite of the rare cheeseburger, nearly sighing with bliss as he tasted
Digging into his own meal, Clark wolfed down several bites, swallowing
them almost whole. Stopping to take a drink of his soda, he looked over at
Lex and burst into laughter at the fact that the ever poised and neat Lex
Luthor--well, poised and neat when he wasn't alone with Clark--had ketchup
on his chin.
"What?" Lex looked at him suspiciously, then wiped at the
corners of his mouth. "Would you stop laughing and tell me?"
Despite his attempt at an irate tone, he was enjoying himself too much to
really be upset... and watching Clark laugh was always a pleasure.
"Your..." Unable to continue, Clark pointed at his own chin
because the red blob had somehow eluded Lex's napkin.
Following the gesture, Lex wiped away the ketchup, then made a face when
he glanced at the napkin. "So much for elegance. But I didn't realize
how hungry I was till I started eating. All that exercise, I guess," he
Clark swallowed his next bite of food, licking his lips before he spoke.
"See, you need to do chores, instead of all that deskwork; it gets you
in shape fast."
Eyebrows rising, Lex stared at him challengingly. "Are you implying
there's something wrong with my shape? I don't remember hearing any
complaints earlier." He put down the remainder of his burger and turned
in his chair to face Clark directly, leaning close to lick away a bit of
ketchup from the corner of his mouth. "You had some on your face
"No complaints at all," Clark started before the feel of Lex's
tongue on his face had him squirming in his seat and wishing he'd removed
the ketchup from Lex's chin the same way. "About anything about
"Glad to hear it," Lex murmured huskily, moving off his chair
and onto Clark's lap, straddling him. "Much better." He squirmed a
bit, getting settled comfortably, grinning into his lover's startled
Better maybe, but not for thoughts of playing chess, or pool, or going
for a walk after the meal. Having Lex in his lap had Clark's thoughts moving
in one direction, and that was of pursuits of the private variety.
"Should I feed you?" he asked. His eyes were sparkling with humor,
but the question was mostly serious. He just still wasn't sure what to do at
times when it came to this.
Lex's eyes grew heavy lidded as he imagined nibbling from Clark's hand,
licking and sucking his fingers clean while the younger man grew harder
beneath him. "Sounds good to me. I haven't finished my dinner after
all." He smiled slightly, his tongue gliding languorously over his lips
to moisten them.
Reaching around behind Lex, Clark broke off a piece of his burger and
held it in front of the other man's mouth. "But will we if we do this?
I really want to learn to play chess, you know."
"Then that's what we'll do." Lex took the morsel neatly,
drawing Clark's fingers into his mouth for a moment, then chewing and
swallowing the meat. That done, he pressed a quick kiss to the teen's lips
and moved back to his own chair. "As soon as we finish dinner, that
Clark scowled. "I thought you were supposed to be corrupting
me," he grumped, downing the rest of his drink and not even jumping
when the maid appeared to refill it.
Lex gaped at him for a moment, then started to laugh. "Sorry, I
thought I was supposed to be the responsible adult. Guess I got my roles
confused. So, should I just throw you over the table and lead you into
"Maybe after we're done eating," Clark teased. "After all,
you need to keep your energy up."
"That's not all that you keep up," Lex replied wryly. Smiling
at the blush that rose in Clark's cheeks, he picked up his burger and
finished it in quick, neat bites, never looking away from Clark.
His own burger demolished much less precisely than Lex's, Clark wiped his
mouth and hands before taking a drink. The sweatpants that Lex had loaned
him felt a bit tighter, and he wondered if a guy could die from too much sex
because that was all he seemed to think about when he was around Lex - the
man exuded it!
"Is there a way to corrupt someone while teaching them chess?"
he asked, leaning his elbows on the table before quickly pulling them back,
obviously the conditioning of many lectures at home.
"Well, depends how we mean it when I take your knight," Lex
chuckled, leaning back and crossing his ankles. "I'm sure we could get
creative... hmmm, strip chess?" He snickered. "It would certainly
"Then again, just touching your hand as I show you the moves, our
knees pressing together under the table..."
Clark whimpered. "Why do I think you could make a game of
tic-tac-toe sexy?" he asked, getting out of his chair on unsteady feet
and reaching out for Lex's hand when he stood as well.
Lex gave it willingly, allowing Clark to draw him to his feet. "I'd
certainly give it my best shot," he admitted, stepping closer.
"But I have the perfect muse to inspire me." The last was murmured
against Clark's throat, his lips brushing the skin with every word.
"So... chess, or something more... physical?"
Clark made a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a sob.
"Chess?" he whispered, knowing that if they went back to bed now,
they wouldn't leave before it was time to go home, and he really wanted to
be able to tell his folks some of what he did while here.
"This way then." Lex turned away, brushing against him as he
did, and walked over to the antique ebony and ivory chess set, sitting down
behind the white pieces. "Okay, this is a pawn..." He explained
each piece and how it could move, then started the game with a basic
opening. That done, he stood up and walked over to get a glass of brandy.
You. The word almost slipped out before Clark swallowed it down.
He'd asked for this, he wasn't going to be the cause of them ending up
rolling around together on the leather couch or the rug, or... Stop it,
"Just some water is fine." Lex took a bottle of Ty Nant water
from the small fridge and opened it, reaching for a glass to pour it into.
"The bottle's good."
"Clark, if I have to watch you drinking out of that bottle, sucking
on it, I'll jump you right now."
This wasn't going to work; it just wasn't going to work. There was no way
they could be alone in a room together and not be all over each other, and
Clark still didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. "Glass
then," he said, attempting to sit cross-legged by the chessboard but
giving it up when the sweats dug into him.
Watching him, Lex swallowed hard, easily able to see Clark's arousal
through the thin pants. "I may never wash those again," he
murmured half under his breath. "Uh, chess, right, you need to
move." Clark was already leaning forward toward Lex when he realized
that he'd meant for him to move a chess piece. Turning crimson, he looked at
the board and chewed on his lower lip before nudging one of his pawns
Lex moved another piece almost aimlessly, most of his attention on the
teenager chewing his lower lip on the other side of the board. "Why are
we doing this again?" he asked in a near moan. "God, this is
crazy. I never wanted anyone this much when I was fifteen."
"Really?" Now Clark was worried. "God, I'm some crazed sex
alien!" he moaned, coming close to banging his head on the chessboard.
"Maybe it's a good thing we can't see each other alone that often. I'd
probably drain you dry!" He was about to say more when Lex's private
line rang - the one Clark knew meant something important was up.
Interrupted before he could reassure Clark how much he enjoyed their
obsession with each other, Lex contented himself with squeezing Clark's hand
as he answered the phone. His posture changed instantly as he heard the
angry greeting. "Dad, how utterly delightful to hear from you... Yes, I
know you said-- ... No, I'm not going to come back to Metropolis... How
did-- Never mind, it doesn't matter. Go anywhere near the Kents or do
anything to bother them and you'll find out just what I am capable of."
He disconnected the line abruptly, ignoring it when it began to ring again
Every bit of Clark's arousal and happiness drained away. A call from
Lionel Luthor never failed to put Lex in a bad mood, and what hurt Lex, hurt
Not sure of how to help other than throwing the phone out the window, he
stood and walked around the table, standing behind Lex's chair and enfolding
his lover in a bear hug. Pressing his cheek against the back of Lex's head,
he kissed him and moved his lips nearer his ear. "I love you."
The tension rushed out of Lex, and he slumped back against his lover,
letting Clark support him for a moment. "Sorry, love, I shouldn't let
him bother me and interfere with our time, but..." He sighed and turned
in Clark's arms, pressing his face into the teenager's throat, then kissing
him and straightening up.
"I don't think I can really concentrate on chess right now. Are you
up for a walk?"
"I'd love to." Wondering if Lex should put on some shoes and if
he should see if his clothes were clean yet, Clark took one look in
Lex's haunted blue eyes and decided that none of it mattered, only making
Lex feel better.
"And it's not interfering with our time. I'm with you; that's all I
care about. What we're doing doesn't matter." He wanted to ask just
what Lionel had said that upset Lex so much, but he wasn't going to raise
"I guess all those old in-law jokes have some basis in fact,
huh?" Lex tried to joke, but seeing the worried expression on Clark's
face, he gave it up. "I really don't know why you put up with the
fucked-up Luther clan, but I'm glad you do." He stretched, unkinking
the muscles that had knotted in his back. "I just need to get some
shoes upstairs, and your clothes are probably done too if you want to
change... although I'm definitely admiring the view." He smiled at
Clark, trying to shake the dark mood Lionel's call had engendered.
"I just don't understand..." 'how he can treat you that way'
was what Clark was going to say, but he cut himself off with a shake of his
head. "Shoes and clothes sound good. I'm not sure how much I could walk
without doing bad things to these," he smiled, moving behind Lex as
they walked out of the study, massaging his back and shoulders as they went.
"You and I have very different definitions of bad," Lex teased,
slowly putting his father's call behind him although he made a mental note
to see to putting protections in place for the Kents in case his father
tried to make good on his threats. "I'd rather like seeing you rip them
"Outside?" Clark's voice rose in shock. "But then anyone
could see... You'd better be kidding!"
Laughing, Lex pointed out, "I own all this land, Clark. No one would
be around to see you. In fact, one of these days I want us to make love
outside, to enjoy each other in the sunlight..." He trailed off with an
interesting smile on his lips as he imagined that.
"Maybe not outside, but what about coming back inside?"
Clark asked, his face turning a bright shade of crimson. "And what are
you smiling about?"
Smirking, Lex leaned closer and whispered exactly what he was smiling
about into Clark's ear, watching his color deepen with tender amusement.
"Like I said, Clark, I have lots of favorite things... and a picnic
followed by my favorite dessert is high on the list."
They reached the bedroom, and Clark was relieved to see that his pants
and boxers were lying folded neatly on the bed. He had to chuckle when he
realized that not long ago the idea that Lex's staff had taken his decidedly
messy clothes and washed them would have mortified him, but now he was just
glad for it. "I guess you can get used to anything," he murmured,
shimmying out of the clinging sweats and pulling on his own clothes. Giving
a confused glance around, he searched for his shirt before remembering that
it had never made it out of Lex's car.
Lex stood watching Clark change, admiring him, until he realized that
Clark was ready--or as ready as he could be without his shirt--and was
waiting on him now. He hastily grabbed a pair of socks and sneakers and
laced them up, then turned back to Clark. "Do you want to get your
shirt before we go?"
Clark shrugged. "Yeah, that way I won't forget it later and have to
think of something to tell Mom when she asks about it." Imagining that
conversation made him wince. "Or we can go out topless together,"
he added, eyeing Lex's bare torso.
"I'm trying to lead you into temptation," Lex joked, although
the memory of his father's call made him wonder if there wasn't rather too
much truth in that comment for comfort. Frowning faintly, he pulled out a
knit shirt and shrugged into it.
Oh boy, hit a nerve there. "Like I mind following where you
lead," Clark smiled, pulling Lex in for a kiss designed to blot all bad
thoughts from his mind. "So, where are we walking?"
"Nowhere. Just... walking." Lex tried to remember if he'd ever
taken the time to just stroll outside because he felt like it and couldn't
call a single occasion to mind. "You're good for me," he said
"I am?" Clark looked perplexed, then grinned. "I'm glad,
besides I like helping you, as much as you let me anyway." He took hold
of Lex's hand as they walked toward the bedroom door. "So, car first,
then a walk to wherever."
Lex glanced down at their interlinked hands and smiled. "Your
parents would be so happy to know we were partaking of such an innocent
activity." Unlike his own father, thoughts of Clark's parents didn't
provoke bitterness in him, but rather a sort of comfortable envy. "Of
course, who knows what later will bring?"
Clark chuckled and kissed the side of Lex's head. "I told you I
needed to be able to tell them some of what we did tonight; eating
and going for a walk fall under those categories. Oh, speaking of eating,
Mom wants to know when you can come over for dinner again." He grinned
at the last, anticipating Lex's answer.
Lex winced. "Uh... sometime in 2010?" he suggested hopefully,
then sighed at Clark's expression. "Didn't think so. Well, since we'll
be away on Friday, how about Sunday night? Is that enough warning for
her?" Slowly but surely Martha Kent was drawing him into the family,
despite both his and Jonathan's misgivings, and Lex found that in an odd
sort of way he was enjoying it.
"I'm sure that'll be fine." Clark turned his head to look at
Lex, smiling almost shyly. "Thank you for trying with them. I know it's
hard for you, but it's wonderful too."
"Clark... Don't make me out to be some unselfish hero. You've met my
father. Do you really think that spending time with your parents, with a normal
family, isn't preferable? I never knew there really were people like you
Kents; I thought the whole Leave It to Beaver thing was made up in
"More like My Favorite Martian," Clark muttered.
"And you are a hero. My hero and if you deny it, I - I'll punch a hole
in your favorite car." His chin jutted defiantly on the last.
"Okay, my family may be normal, but that doesn't make it any easier on
you trying to fit in with them. I know how my dad feels; he doesn't make it
"But he feels that way because he loves you and wants to protect
you. Since I feel the same, how could I have any issue with that?" Lex
asked logically. "You're worth it... and I happen to like them,"
he admitted, almost embarrassed.
"I'm glad." Clark tightened his fingers around Lex's and held
the door to the garage open for him before letting go to bend over the car
they'd arrived in, searching for his shirt. "And they want to protect
you too. They're worried about you. Mom asks about you all the time, and Dad
- well, he's defended you to some people."
Lex actually had to sit down on the hood of one of his cars when he heard
that statement. "Are you sure he knew who they were talking
about?" he asked in some bemusement.
"Le-ex..." Clark looked toward the hood of the car, studying
his lover through the pristine windshield. "Considering they mentioned
your name several times, yes, he did. And he mentioned it too when he told
them that you were doing a good job with the plant and that you really
seemed to have Smallville's interests at heart."
Left momentarily speechless by the whole idea, Lex could only blink at
Clark a few times before he found his voice. "Well. I'm glad to hear
that his opinion of me is improving... but I also have a sudden urge to
check your fields for meteor rocks!"
"You think I wouldn't know if there were any there?" Clark
laughed at Lex's expression before spying his shirt wedged underneath the
driver's seat - how the hell did it get there? Pulling it out, he
straightened up and shrugged into it, pushing a hand through his hair
afterward to try and get it into a semblance of order. "Ready when you
are," he smiled, walking over to Lex and offering him his hand.
Lex took it, absurdly pleased that Clark always seemed to want to touch
him in some way. It was only fair, after all, since Lex felt the same way.
"Much too ready whenever you're around." A wicked grin. "But
we'll go enjoy that walk and give you something to tell your parents about.
I think we have a formal English garden complete with maze somewhere out
there. Maybe we'll find it."
"A maze? Cool!" Amazed that he'd been able to keep from
blushing at Lex's comment, Clark quickly continued. "What's it made of,
hedges? I've been in a corn maze before; one of the farms plants one field
in a design in the spring, then charges people to go through it. It's really
cool, the designer uses satellites and GPS coordinates to create it, then
the farmer just follows the plot to make it."
"A corn maze? Interesting idea. And yes, mine's probably grown from
yew hedges or some such thing," Lex replied vaguely. "Hmmm, the
center of the maze is both outdoors and private, fulfilling both of our
requirements. I think I have incentive to find it." He led Clark around
the back of the castle and struck off in the direction he thought he'd seen
it from the helicopter.
Oh god, he was going to die, but, considering the places they'd managed
to do it, was the center of a maze that much different? "You mean
you've never been in it before?" Clark was shocked. If he had something
like that, he'd have been mapping out its secrets first thing!
"Clark, before I met you the only thing I wanted to know about this
place was how to get out of it and back to Metropolis, and after I met you,
well, I had other things on my mind than the garden."
"Oh." Clark's pleased smile was accompanied by a slight ducking
of his head, before he straightened up. "If this hadn't happened, us I
mean, would you still be trying to go back there?"
"Yes." Definite, emphatic, no hesitation. "Which is not to
say that I would now, but... If I hadn't met you, Clark, I'd have been
planning ways to undercut my father and take control of Luthorcorp, and I
couldn't do that from Smallville. If I'd met you even a couple of years
later, it would have been too late; I'd have been so far down that road that
nothing could have stopped it. Your father was right to dislike me... at
first. I was my father's son. But now... now, I just want you... and more
money and power than anyone else," he added with a faint laugh.
"The difference is that to have you I have to care how I get the
rest, and I do."
"Money and power can't get you everything," Clark said quietly.
He was shaken by what Lex had said, the utter confidence he had in the way
things would have happened, and he breathed a prayer of thanks that the
hard, driven Lex he briefly imagined would never come to be. "I love
you, Lex, and that's one thing that's not going to change no matter how much
or how little of them you have."
"You're the first person who's ever said that to me, never mind
meant it," Lex said softly, shakily. "I love you." He turned
into Clark's arms, pressing close for a long moment.
Saddened by the people Lex had spent his life around and how they must
have thought if their main concern was what they could get from someone,
Clark hugged the older man tightly. "So no going to Metropolis for a
while - well, except for this weekend," he teased, trying to make Lex
"Only with you whenever possible," Lex agreed, hugging him back
before facing forward and starting to walk again, this time with one arm
slung around Clark's waist. "Hopefully I won't have to go in too often
"Or if you do, your dad won't be there."
"That would be nice." He thought of something and decided to
run it by Clark. "Do you think your parents would let you come to
Metropolis--or anywhere else that appeals to you--for a week? Some time
together, just the two of us, would be wonderful."
"I - I don't know," Clark admitted honestly. "I wish I
could say 'yes', but I just don't know. Maybe if they let me go this weekend
and everything's okay..." He gave a hopeful smile. "I mean, it's
not like anything thing can hurt me wherever we go."
"No, not really. In fact, since all those damned meteor fragments
are here in Smallville, you're probably safer anywhere else. But we can
always ask... after this weekend. You're right, one thing at a time. I think
they'll be okay with this overnight trip though," Lex said
thoughtfully. "They seem to be trying to let us have some time
together, and this certainly qualifies. Complete with chaperones," he
"I don't know if we can count Chloe and Pete as chaperones."
Funny, at one time he'd have been eager to explore Metropolis with them; now
he just hoped they kept each other busy.
"Frankly, I'm hoping not. Which is why I made a point of saying that
each of you will have your own room," Lex admitted. "Once they're
safely locked inside the penthouse so that I won't have to worry about being
charged with negligence if something happens to one of them, I intend to
forget all about them and concentrate on you."
"You could always have Enrique join us and keep watch outside their
doors," Clark suggested, trying not to grin. "I don't think they'd
risk trying to get past him to get out."
"Excellent plan. Brilliant as well as useful and decorative. No
wonder I keep you."
Clark's eyebrows rose, and he looked pleased. "Hey, I earned another
adjective, I'm impressed. And 'keep me'? Excuse me, I'm not a kept
Chuckling, Lex glanced over at him. "Well, I wouldn't mind keeping
you that way too, but I doubt either you or your parents would allow
it." He looked forward again, not wanting to trip over anything.
"Look, there it is." He pointed ahead to where the outer hedge of
the maze was visible.
"Who'd want to be kept? Talk about boring, I'd feel like a pet or
something." Shaking his head in total mystification, Clark eyed the
tall bushes before glancing at Lex. "So where's the entrance? Do you
know or do we have to look for that too?"
"I'm almost certain it's in the outer ring of the hedge," Lex
said totally straight-faced--and he maintained his gravity for nearly a full
minute in the face of Clark's incredulous expression before bursting into
"And no, I have no idea; we'll just have to circle the outside till
we find it." He snickered suddenly. "For the record, I think you'd
make a wonderful pet. I certainly enjoy stroking and exercising you."
"Lex..." Clark sighed, not sure if he was answering the first
comment or the second, then deciding it was the second. "If I was your
pet, you'd be bored to tears - and so would I!"
Still shaking his head at Lex's idea of what would be fun--though he knew
he'd enjoyed quite a few of them immensely--Clark nudged the older man to
the right so they could start scouting the perimeter of the maze.
"I never said you'd be an easy or obedient pet," Lex
pointed out, still grinning. "And then there's the whole matter of your
father gelding me." He looked faintly worried as he thought about that,
then shrugged it off as he followed Clark's lead. "I suppose it would
be cheating for you to use your vision to find the entrance? I'd hate to
find out it was just behind us and we circled the whole thing."
"Gelding?" Clark's eyes widened, then he snickered at Lex's
expression. "Yes, it would be cheating. If we're going to do this,
we're going to do it right; no special vision or maps." He paused,
frowning. "I'm hoping that someone, somewhere has a map for this thing.
I can get us out if we get lost, but I don't think the trees will like
"Well, considering that the idea is to get to the center, if we just
keep turning left on the way in and right on the way out, we should be fine.
And if not, we can always call the helicopter to airlift us out."
"If we ever get in!" Clark laughed. They rounded a
corner, and he saw a darker patch in the hedge to their left. "And I do
believe we've found it. So, left on the way in, eh?"
"Well, it makes sense," Lex shrugged. "Just don't blame me
if we do get lost in there. Although I'm sure we'd be able to amuse
ourselves somehow." He headed for the entrance, stepping into the
shadowy pathway between the tall hedges.
Clark couldn't help but chuckle. "Really? Are you sure?" Still
grinning, he tightened his hand around Lex's as they started down the path,
following their plan and making a left at the first intersection.
"Yup. Of course, that would put us right back to not being able to
tell your parents anything we did." He moved a little closer to Clark,
enjoying his warmth, which he could feel radiating from the teenager.
"Well, we did try to get through the maze..." Clark began,
ducking his head to peer at Lex out of the corner of his eyes. "I mean,
we are trying to get through the maze."
"You mean we are going to get through the maze," Lex
corrected. "If only so I can spread you out on the grass at the center
and enjoy every whimper and squirm."
Attempting to start early, Clark whimpered and squirmed. "Think we
can walk a little faster?"
"Not unless you want to drag me behind you like a wind sock,"
Lex replied dryly, pointing out that Clark already was going faster than was
comfortable for him.
"Sorry." Clark ducked his head and slowed his pace down to
something approaching normal. "I didn't realize I was going that
Lex stopped, drawing Clark to a halt as well, and pulled him around to
face him. "Don't ever apologize for wanting me, Clark. You can't
imagine how good that makes me feel."
"Yeah, well, I just should be more careful." The last was
admitted in a small whisper. "Not of wanting you, but about other
people seeing." Clark had gotten used to enjoying more freedom around
Lex, but the truth remained that his staff didn't need to know anything more
than they did.
"I told you once before, Clark, I would do anything to protect my
friends. And my lover even more so." A dangerous light glittered in
Lex's eyes as he contemplated anyone doing anything to harm Clark.
"I don't want you to hurt anyone because of me," Clark stated
seriously. "Even if - if they found out, it's not worth you doing that
to them, or yourself."
"I won't let anyone hurt you, Clark... but I promise not to do
anything you wouldn't approve of." Lex could find a lot of leeway in
that--and would if anyone did anything to his lover.
Clark studied Lex closely before nodding. He still wasn't comfortable
with this, but he had to give Lex this much; it was really no more then his
parents did. "Okay, but you have to tell me who, what and why."
Lex sighed. "You're not going to let me get away with anything, are
you?" He kissed him lightly. "This much moral upright-ness can't
be good for me."
"Yes, it is." Clark pulled Lex against him and nibbled the side
of his neck. "And the fringe benefits are excellent."
"Mmmm, can we negotiate how often I can enjoy those fringe
benefits?" Lex's head fell back, making his neck and throat more
accessible, and his fingers kneaded Clark's arms as he held on.
"More often then you do now? I don't think you'll be able to see
straight." Clark grinned before going back to what he'd been doing,
namely, leaving a necklace of red love-bites around Lex's neck.
"Why would I need to see straight? I just need to be able to spot
you, and I'll die a happily dehydrated man." Lex nearly purred with
pleasure as Clark marked him, wishing he could similarly mark his lover but
willing to settle for this.
"To find the middle of the maze?" Clark asked before sucking a
bright bruise into existence just under Lex's earlobe where not even a dress
shirt would hide it. "Mmm, now everyone will know someone loves
you enough to mark you, even if they aren't sure who."
"I wish I could tell everyone," Lex murmured wistfully, his
grip tightening. "But for now it's enough that we know... and we'd
better get moving to find the center or we're going to end up on the ground
right here." He forced himself to let go and step back.
"And we really need to beat this thing." Clark's brain might
have been in agreement, but his body definitely wasn't. "Left, left,
left..." He was walking fast again, but he managed to keep it within
tolerable limits - or so he thought.
Feeling a little like a new recruit being drilled, Lex just hastened his
pace rather than saying anything. If he were being honest with himself, he
was just as eager as Clark to get there so they could indulge themselves for
a while. He only hoped they didn't run into a dead end, or they could pretty
much give up on solving the maze that day.
"Lex?" Clark asked when a turn ended in a three way split of
the pathway. "Is it really cheating if I peek?"
"Peek!" To give him added incentive, Lex pressed up against his
back, erection fitting between his cheeks.
Concentrating with that distraction wasn't easy, but Clark
switched his vision over, scanning the images of the slender trunks until he
was fairly sure he knew the way to the center. "Middle one, then left,
then right, that should do it."
"So what are we waiting for?" Lex stepped around him, intent on
reaching the center quickly, so hard he ached.
Deciding that answering was just wasting time, as was simply walking,
Clark hauled Lex up in his arms and zipped through the last turns,
depositing him on the grassy circle that was surrounded on all sides by the
"Remind me to buy stock in Chapstick," Lex murmured an instant
before his mouth closed over Clark's, exploring him hungrily. He tore at
Clark's clothes, wishing he could just rip them off, but no way was he going
to explain that to the Kents!
"Buy stock in Chapstick," Clark mumbled before his mouth was
full of Lex's tongue again. Pulling his shirt off again made them break
apart and had him wondering just why he'd wanted it on again. Fortunately he
was able to get Lex's off at the same time, so it wasn't a total loss.
Sneakers were kicked away, and Clark yanked at the button and zipper of
Lex's jeans, barely stopping himself when he felt the fabric begin to give.
With both of them so eager, it was only moments before they were naked on
the ground, hands exploring one another, gasps of growing arousal escaping
them. "I just want to say that if something gets stuck in my butt,
other than you of course, I will find a way to get you back!"
Lex chuckled even as he squirmed beneath Clark so he could capture a rigid
nipple between his teeth.
Clark burst into laughter, and rolled to his back so that Lex was away
from the nasty, horrible ground and lying on top of him. "Is that
better?" he asked, arching his back when Lex bit at his other nipple,
the move grinding their erections together.
"Much," Lex purred, sitting up, his ass just brushing the tip
of Clark's hard-on, fingers busily finding every sensitive spot he'd grown
familiar with on Clark's body. "God, you're beautiful," he
It was impossible to duck his head while lying on the ground, but Clark
tried, even if it didn't work very well. "Look who's talking," he
murmured, twisting in the grass. Somewhere in the back of his mind, his
mother's voice was warning about grass stains, but that was one thing he
didn't want to hear right now, and he tuned it out.
"You make me crazy, make me only want to be with you, to say forget
about everyone else." He was whispering the words as he ran his hands
down Lex's chest, taking in the sleek perfection above him.
Lex shivered at the sensation of Clark's hands on him, his body
reflexively arching into the touch. "And I'm selfish enough to want
that, to want you all to myself," he whispered harshly. "I love
you, Clark, want you." He shifted back to sit atop Clark's thighs,
their erections now pressed together between his legs. "You feel so
good, better than anything, anyone, all I want..."
"Yes..." Clark's answer was a plea, and he shifted restlessly,
needing to feel Lex inside him again. "All I need, ever. Never going to
let you go, never going to lose you..." He was babbling again, a common
occurrence when Lex was driving him wild, but Clark didn't care. It was
true, all of it, and he didn't care who knew.
Looking around almost wildly, Lex grabbed for his pants and pulled out
the small packet of lube that he'd put into his pocket. He kept the stuff in
the strangest places lately, and apparently the maze was going to need a
stash as well. Dismissing it from his mind, he stared down into Clark's
green gaze. "Me in you or you in me?"
"You in me." Clark's eyes were steady though his voice was
firm. His hands stroked down Lex's arms, and he took the packet from his
hands. "Let me?" he asked, before tearing it open, squirting some
of the gel into his palm, and rubbing it on Lex's erection.
Lex nodded, lower lip caught between his teeth. You will not
come the moment he touches you, he chanted mentally, eyes closing though
that only made the touch more electrifying. A whimper escaped him and his
eyes flew open as he grasped for the package of gel, hastily coating his
fingers so he could get Clark ready for him. Although he knew he couldn't
actually hurt the other man, he still wanted to make it as good for him as
he could--and he loved driving Clark crazy with his fingers.
"Lex... Oh god..." Clark moaned, lifting them both off the
ground as he arched his back to take more of Lex's long fingers into him.
His hand closed down on the older man's cock, but luckily he caught himself
before he did Lex permanent injury. That he might not forgive so
easily, and Clark would never forgive himself for doing it. Lex felt the
increased pressure, but it was released so quickly that it simply added an
extra edge to the pleasure. As hungry as Clark, he couldn't tease him for
long and soon shifted to kneel between the teenager's outstretched legs, his
cock rubbing lightly at his opening. "Look at me," he rasped,
waiting until the dazed green eyes opened and met his own to slowly push
The world wavered when Clark felt himself stretched and possessed, and he
clutched at the ground, tearing up large divots of the sod beneath him.
"Yes, more," he gasped, wrapping his legs around Lex's waist and
bucking upward, desperate for him to move.
"Everything you want." Lex drove into him hard, loving that he
could take Clark as hard as he wanted and never have to worry about hurting
him. He braced himself with one hand, the other one moving between them to
curl around Clark's cock, jerking him in the same rhythm as his thrusts into
him. "Want to see you come for me, feel you come apart around me, come
deep inside you and know you're mine." He arched over Clark, biting
down on his throat hard enough to mark had he been human.
Dropping the dirt and grass in his hands, Clark clutched Lex to him, not
caring that he was smearing dark lines over Lex's fair skin as they rocked
together. "Yours," he keened, feeling as if his brain was shooting
from his body as Lex drove him toward orgasm. The ground felt suddenly
softer, but he really didn't notice, his whole being focused on Lex's weight
on him, his cock in him, the slight burn at his neck and the wonderful
pressure around his cock.
"Lex!" he howled, his whole body clamping down on his lover,
thick jets of semen splattering his stomach and rubbing into Lex's when
Clark pulled him down for a hungry kiss.
Lex returned the kiss with equal fervor, body quaking as his hips snapped
back and forth, driving into Clark several more times before the delicious
friction and rippling tremors drove him into climax as well. He finally tore
his mouth free to gasp in some much-needed air, aftershocks of pleasure
still passing through him. After a moment, he opened his eyes, which
suddenly widened, and clutched at Clark.
"Uh, Clark?" He was rather proud of his calm tone. "We're
floating." No wonder his knees weren't complaining yet. They had to be
at least three feet up, nothing whatsoever beneath them.
"Yeah, I feel good too," Clark sighed, giving Lex a dreamy
smile before he realized what was--or wasn't--below them, namely, the
ground. "Oh, uh... shit."
Twisting his neck, he looked down, then back up at his lover. "It'll
stop soon. You can climb down if you want." The fact that Lex wasn't
freaked out about this was helping Clark deal with it, and he found he
actually liked the sensation of riding the air like a mattress.
Lex darted another glance at the ground, decided that even if he fell,
the worst that would happen was some bruises, and shook his head.
"Heck, how many guys can say that they have their own personal version
of Aladdin's flying carpet?" He simply pulled himself a bit more
solidly on top of Clark and nestled against him. "Good thing you're the
bigger one of the two of us though. You trying to lie on me would look
Trying not to move too much for fear of sending them both crashing to the
ground or tipping Lex off him, Clark chuckled. "I don't know; I like
lying on top of you. I think you're very comfortable."
"Well, that works better when there's an actual surface under us to
help support you, love," Lex pointed out wryly. "It wouldn't work
too well without additional help.
"Uh... just how long are we likely to be up here?" He was
actually enjoying it now that he'd gotten over the initial shock, but they
were going to get some very odd looks if anyone saw them.
Clark shrugged, though he had been wondering the same thing. "I'm
not sure. It usually happens when I'm asleep, and I drop right after I wake
up." He tried to bounce them down a little but only succeeded in making
them bob in the air. "Soon, I hope."
Lex snickered. "I suppose I could always have food sent up to you on
a ladder." He laughed harder at the look Clark gave him. "Oh, I
think we're sinking a little," he added, peering over Clark's shoulder
at the ground. "This certainly gives a whole new meaning to
"Lex..." Clark groaned before looking back over his shoulder.
Yes, the ground did seem a little closer. "At least you didn't suggest
tying a string to me and pulling me around like a balloon."
"Why would I need a string when you have such a convenient
handle?" Imagining that brought a wide grin to Lex's face, then he
kissed Clark to wipe away the look he was getting. "This is probably a
good time to remind you that I love you."
"A very good time or I'd be tempted to roll over and let your ass
hit the ground." Grinning, Clark wrapped his arms tightly around Lex's
waist and did just that, sending them both flipping around in a circle, one
that also moved him a bit lower.
Letting out a yelp of surprise, Lex clutched at Clark, arms and legs
tightening convulsively as his stomach lurched. "God, give a guy some
warning. That must be what a roller coaster feels like."
"Brilliant, useful, decorative and more fun than an amusement park
ride," Clark laughed.
"I'll have to get you a bumper sticker for that truck your father
won't let me give you yet." Lex propped his elbows on Clark's
collarbones and braced his chin on his hands, grinning down at him.
"You know, this imperviousness to pain makes you very comfortable to
lie on. I could definitely get used to this."
Feeling himself settle lower until his back finally touched the ground
again, Clark sighed in relief. "You still have it?" he asked,
looking up at Lex incredulously. "Or was that in a metaphorical
"Of course I still have it. It's yours, no matter what your father
says. And sooner or later he'll let you accept it... or you'll turn eighteen
and take it regardless." Lex looked a little embarrassed by the
sentimentality of his actions, but he was determined.
Wondering just how he'd missed it if it was in Lex's garage, then
deciding it really didn't matter how that happened or when he got it, if
ever, Clark brushed a kiss across Lex's mouth. "Thank you. You know, if
it wasn't for the reason you gave me that truck in the first place, we might
never have met."
Lex had to laugh. "This is probably the first time ever that someone
thanked someone else for hitting them with a car. I'm just glad you're who
and what you are, Clark. If I'd hurt you..." He shuddered slightly.
"And I would never even have known what I'd lost. Then again, I'd have
been dead too." He frowned and shook his head slightly as if to clear
"Our conversations certainly do have a tendency to take off in some
odd directions. And by the way, don't think I'm planning to get off just
because we hit the ground. I like it here."
"Maybe we both just give each other a lot to think about."
Clark ran his hand down Lex's back, sighing happily. "Does it look like
I mind? Of course, it's your ass the mosquitoes are going to be biting once
the sun goes down, which looks like it should be in half an hour or
Grumbling, Lex slowly stood up, then stretched unselfconsciously, his
spine cracking as he arched back, arms extended behind him. "In that
case, I think we need to move this back indoors. With my luck, I'd get
bitten by one affected by the meteor rocks and turn into some bizarre mutant
now that my life is finally going right."
"Don't even joke about that!" Clark exclaimed, scanning the
area around them for possible mutant bloodsuckers. Climbing to his feet, he
grabbed Lex's clothes and handed them over, feeling a bit self-conscious now
about being nude outdoors.
"Clark! I..." Lex had been about to say that it had only been a
joke, but considering the everyday weirdness of Smallville, on second
thought it was perfectly possible. "We're not going to hide indoors all
the time," he stated emphatically even as he pulled on his jeans and
gave up the shirt as a lost cause. "We really have to stop destroying
"Sorry." Clark caught the warning light in Lex's eyes and
managed not to blush. "Okay, maybe I'm not. Besides, it's your fault
you make me that crazy to see you naked, so it's your fault!"
"Yes, Clark. Whatever you say, Clark," Lex replied, clearly
pacifying him. "You know, the more I know you, the more I think that
either you were older than you looked when you arrived here or your species
matures a lot faster than humans. The additional powers aside, you're not
exactly a typical teenager. And before you start worrying about that,
I meant it in a good way. I like you the way you are."
Clark sighed as he cleaned himself off as well as possible and got
dressed. Just another way he wasn't normal, though the fact that Lex liked
it helped some. "I just wish I knew what was normal for me," he
murmured, looking toward the evening sky where the first stars were
beginning to show.
"You are what's normal for you," Lex said softly, coming
up behind him and wrapping his arms around him. "We can't ever know
more than that unless another ship arrives, and I'm pretty sure that if one
was going to, it would have happened by now.
"Now come on, let's get back to the castle, get some dinner, and
just spend some time together before I have to give you back."
"With my luck, if one did show up, it would be like 'Dragonball Z'
and they'd be out to conquer the world and expect me to help," Clark
muttered, shaking his head and then snickering. "Guess that makes you
Krillin to my Goku."
Lex stared at him blankly and then decided that he really didn't want to
know. He was pretty sure that Clark would be willing and able to give him a
half-hour-long dissertation on whatever he was talking about, and Lex really
didn't want to know--not to mention that he'd rather spend his time with
Clark in other ways.
"As long as I'm your friend and lover, you can call me whatever you
want." Too late, Lex realized what he'd said and practically cringed
waiting to hear what odd nickname Clark would come up with next.
"Really?" Clark's eyes gleamed with merriment, and he rubbed
his hands together in mock-avarice. "I'll have to think on that
Seeing that they were both dressed, he looked toward the break in the
hedges surrounding the center of the maze, and then at the lengthening
shadows. "Ready when you are."
It was just before eleven when Clark emerged from the cornfields and
trotted toward the front door. There was a light on inside the house, but he
hoped it was because his mom had left it on and not because one of his
parents was waiting up. Leaving Lex hadn't been easy, and the discussion
about whether he should run home or have Lex drive him had been moot when
they realized that there wasn't time for Lex to drive - even at his pedal to
the metal speeds.
Giving himself a small shake to get rid of any extraneous corn silk or
dust that might have clung to him on the run, Clark walked quietly up the
stairs and opened the door to see his dad sitting in one of the kitchen
"It's before curfew," he said defensively, wincing at his tone
the second he heard it. There was a piece of paper tacked up on the fridge,
and Clark winced again when he read what was written on it. 'Chloe called'.
Jonathan laid down the book he'd been reading and fixed a gimlet gaze on
his son. "When you left this afternoon, Clark, you said that you were
going to a movie with Chloe and Pete. Strange then that Chloe called looking
for you." He stared at Clark, disappointment clear in the blue eyes.
"You lied to us, Clark." He'd never been happy about this
relationship with Lex Luthor, but if Clark was going to start lying to them,
it was going to end. Now. He wasn't going to see Clark turned into another
"Yessir." Clark remained standing, his eyes downcast. "I
didn't mean to. I planned on going with them, but Lex showed up
and..." He stopped talking, aware that this was not the time to bring
up the trip to Metropolis, not with his dad in that mood.
"So in addition to everything else, now you're cutting yourself off
from all your other friends in order to spend time with Lex." Jonathan
was appalled. It seemed as if Lex was trying to take over Clark's life, and
Clark was letting him. Hell, he was eagerly encouraging it.
"No!" Clark exclaimed, lifting his head to stare at his father,
his eyes wide with shock. He didn't mean to be doing that, though maybe he
was, a little. "I was going to go with them, but something came
up..." He winced; that was a really bad way to put it. "Something
I needed to ask you and mom about, but..." But there was no point in
it. No way they were saying 'yes' now.
"But? And if you had something to ask us, it seems to me that you
could have done that a lot more easily by coming home, where we were, than
by sneaking around with Lex Luthor!" Jonathan was starting to lose his
temper as he so often did where Luthors were involved.
"I told you I was going over there after the movie!" Now Clark
was getting mad at what he saw as his father's unreasonable dislike of his
boyfriend. "I was going to ask you in the morning. Even if I had gone
to the movie, I would have asked you in the morning, and I bet you would
have said 'no' then too, so it doesn't matter!"
About to snap back a reply, Jonathan realized that they were falling into
the usual cycle and stopped himself, taking a deep breath. "Look,
Clark, your mother and I were worried about you. You weren't where you said
you'd be, and you hadn't told us about any change in plans. No matter what
you may think, you're still our child."
Clark took a deep breath and tried to relax his clenched muscles, but it
wasn't coming easily. "I should have called," he allowed.
"But you should trust me too." The last was said with a hint of
"We do trust you, Clark, it's just--" Jonathan bit that
off, not about to start down that road again. "You said you wanted to
ask us something?" Hopefully it would be something he could approve.
"Do you really want to know?" Clark asked, not moving from his
place near the door.
"Clark," Jonathan sighed. It was times like this that he was
reminded how young Clark was and what a trial teenagers were to their
parents. "Yes, I want to know. Now are you planning to ask, or would
you rather just sulk?"
Clark was tempted to answer that he just wanted to sulk, but he bit his
tongue before letting the words slip out. "Chloe was talking about
Metropolis and Lex invited us--all of us, including Pete--" he added
pointedly, "to stay at his place Friday night so we could see things
there." There was a split-second hesitation before the last three
words, and Clark braced himself for himself for the instant 'no'.
If they hadn't just had the conversation they'd had about trust, Jonathan
would have refused instantly, but it had made him think. It was true that
while he did have serious reservations about his underage son in a sexual
relationship with an older man, he probably wouldn't have been nearly so
negative about anyone else. And that wasn't fair, not to Clark, not to Lex,
and not to himself.
"If the others also get their parents' approval, and if your
mother agrees, then yes, you can go." And Jonathan very carefully did
not think about what the sleeping arrangements were likely to be.
"Really?" Clark's expression was shell-shocked, and he'd been
so ready with a comeback for the refusal that he was actually at a loss for
Jonathan bit back a grin at the look on Clark's face. "Yes, really.
You wanted me to trust you, and you've certainly earned that trust--aside
from a certain party--so I'm going to. And no, I'm not going to insist on
separate bedrooms," he added awkwardly.
Clark blushed a brilliant red, but he managed a game smile when he met
his father's eyes. "Well, everyone stuffed in one bedroom might be a
little crowded, even at Lex's place."
Slightly flushed himself, Jonathan managed a grunt that could be taken
however Clark wanted. "I really didn't need that mental image,
Clark," he teased, half-laughing.
"Sorry." Clark ducked his head, and although he was still
blushing when he raised it, he looked more relaxed. "I promise I'll
call next time my plans change. I know I should have tonight."
"But you didn't want to argue with me," Jonathan sighed,
knowing it was as much his fault as Clark's. "I'll try to be more
receptive to him, son. That's all I can promise."
Knowing that he couldn't ask any more from his father and that, in all
reality, Jonathan had been very lenient considering everything, Clark
nodded. "Thanks, Dad. I'm going to bed now; I'll talk to Mom in the
morning." He turned, heading for the stairs, hoping his nerves would
let him sleep.
"Good night, son," Jonathan called softly, sitting back down.
He knew it would be some time before he could sleep. It was time to take a
long, hard look at himself and his reactions to Lex... before he lost his
son over it.
"Clark!" Chloe spotted him the moment he entered the Talon, and
she practically jumped up, waving to get his attention. "Well?"
she demanded the moment he drew near the table. "What did your parents
"What'd yours say?" he countered, trying to hide his grin and
knowing he was failing miserably as he slid into the seat across from her.
"Yes," she practically squealed, all but bouncing in her seat.
"Man, it was a lucky day when Lex went off that bridge!"
"You'll forgive me if I'm not so thrilled by that part of it,"
Lex himself put in dryly, making Chloe turn scarlet and sputter. "Never
mind, I know what you meant, and I happen to agree that the results were
worth it." Of course, he had slightly different results in mind than
Chloe did, he thought with a small smile.
"Were you hiding in here?" Clark asked, his smile growing
impossibly wide as he looked at Lex. "I didn't see your car
Unable to keep his news to himself any longer, he leaned across the
table. "My folks said I could go if everyone else's agree to it, so we
just have to hear from Pete and we're set! We're going to have a
"Just not too much of a blast, okay?" he added almost
plaintively. "If my folks get a call from the cops..." he trailed
off, shuddering, and not at the thought of a night in the Metropolis
juvenile hall. God, his dad would never let him see Lex again if that
happened, and his mom would probably string him up by parts he'd rather not
Remembering how Clark had been grounded for the party when his parents
had gone to Metropolis for their anniversary and imagining not being able to
see his lover for weeks had Lex shuddering as well and agreeing. "Yes,
I'd really rather not end up in jail for contributing to the delinquency of
minors if you don't mind."
Clark's sputtered out laughter had Chloe looking at him strangely, but it
was that or blurt out something to the effect that Lex could contribute to
his delinquency any time. "Has - has anyone heard from Pete?" he
was finally able to get out in between his laughter.
Not about to be sidetracked, Chloe leaned forward, blue eyes fixed on
Clark. "Okay, Kent, give. What was so funny about that?" She
looked from him to a blandly smiling Lex, her gaze narrowing speculatively.
Lex thanked his years of experience hiding things from his father. Lionel
Luthor had nothing on this teenaged girl for ferreting out secrets.
Face going pale, Clark sat up, forcing himself not to look over at Lex.
"I - just the thought of Lex... in jail... because of us..." he
said lamely, wondering if using super speed to get out of there would
somehow erase this conversation.
Chloe frowned again, eyes darting from one to the other, totally ignoring
Pete, who'd just arrived. "Right. You know," she said slowly,
"I can't remember the last time I saw you that Lex didn't show up as
Lex winced. Unless something sidetracked her, Chloe was very likely to
figure out exactly what was going on. Deciding that Pete's dislike of him
was better than Chloe's attention, he desperately tried to divert her.
"Well, Mr. Ross, you have the deciding vote, it seems. Is the trip to
Metropolis on or not?"
"The ladies of Metropolis had better beware, because Pete is
there!" he reached over to slap hands with Clark, frowning when he
returned the gesture less than enthusiastically.
"Gee, Chloe, you've seen me twice since you got back this summer,
and that's 'every time'. What's with the interrogation?"
"Just... noticing stuff," Chloe replied. Like the fact that
you and Lex practically sit in each other laps, she thought but didn't
say. She was glad that Pete chose that moment to interrupt since she wanted
more time to observe them before she said anything else.
"We can go then! What time will we leave on Friday?" he asked.
"I thought around three," Lex replied. "That'll give us
plenty of time to get there, have dinner, and go back to my apartment to
change before going out."
"I need the address and phone number; my folks were adamant about
that," Pete added.
Clark nodded, grateful for anything that would hopefully keep Chloe's
mind off of what it had been on. "Yeah, mine too, unless you're going
to have the cell with you all the time."
Lex just looked at him. "Of course I'll have my cell."
He couldn't imagine not having it with him. He gave everyone the number and
made a note to himself to have the number changed the following week... or
maybe give it to Clark since his friends would have the number and just get
himself a new one.
"That's right, I remember it going off..." Clark sputtered to a
stop when Lex's foot slammed down on his. It didn't hurt in the least but
surprised him into re-thinking what he'd been about to say. "During
that movie we watched the other night."
Folding the paper he'd written the numbers on into his pocket, Pete
waved. "I need to get going; Coach decided some of us needed to start
practice early, and guess who got picked. See you Friday!"
Chloe was now left alone with Lex and Clark. "Okay, guys, what
Lex gave her another bland look. "I have no idea what you
"About going to Metropolis?" Clark asked, knowing that wasn't
what she meant, but having no clue how to answer her real question.
"About what's going on with the two of you. You're practically
joined at the hip, and I've never seen you pay so much attention to anyone
except La--" Chloe stopped abruptly, her eyes widening, and Lex winced
Determined not to look away or let her stare him down, Clark raised his
chin, meeting Chloe's shocked stare with a steely gaze. "And what about
"You... he... you both... Oh. My. God." Chloe, for perhaps the
first time in her life, was speechless.
"I have no idea what you think you know, Miss Sullivan," Lex
said coldly, every protective instinct he had rising in Clark's defense,
"but whatever it is, you're mistaken."
Chloe looked from Clark to Lex and tilted her head to the side. "I
don't think so." She was hurt, partly because Clark was hiding
this--whatever 'this' was--from her and partly because it meant that once
again she'd been passed over, but damned if she'd show either of them that.
"Chloe..." Clark began, "maybe we can go somewhere else to
talk about this?"
Frowning, Lex looked from Clark to Chloe, not really eager to discuss his
love life with a high schooler, even if his lover also happened to be one,
but he had noticed, and if he were being honest, often encouraged, Clark's
tendency to blow off his other friends for Lex. He didn't want Clark to end
up resenting him for it though. Sighing, he stood up.
"Perhaps the castle would be a more appropriate venue for this
conversation?" he suggested.
"The castle?" Chloe stirred uncomfortably, thinking of the last
time she'd been there and the fact that she'd ended up in the hospital
because of it. Of course the fact that Lex was agreeing with the fact that
this needed privacy pretty much told her that her suspicions were true.
"Or we can go by the school," Clark suggested. "Nobody
should be around the baseball field right now even if Pete's stuck running
laps around the football field."
Lex wondered why he seemed to spend more time at the high school now than
he had when he'd been attending one, but one look into the pleading green
eyes reminded him of the reason. "Anywhere but here," he agreed,
eyeing the other patrons and Lana, who was likely to join them if she got a
"The school is fine," Chloe said quickly, feeling more like
that was her turf. In fact... "If you really want privacy, we can go to
the Torch office." She'd feel much more in charge there.
Lex smiled sardonically, well aware of why she'd chosen that location,
but he wasn't really going to be intimidated by a sixteen-year-old girl,
regardless of where they were, so he shrugged and nodded. "Clark?"
"Is the school unlocked?" Really, something as little as a lock
couldn't keep Clark out, but no way was he clueing Chloe into that.
They had enough to talk about as it was.
"I have a key... for when I have to work on the paper. So let's go,
boys." She gave them both an unfriendly look, arms crossed defensively
over her chest.
Wondering when his life had turned into a cross between the Twilight Zone
and Candid Camera, Lex headed for the back door and his car, knowing that
Clark would follow.
Thinking that this was the biggest mistake of his life--well, after
insisting that he and Lex tell his parents about this--Clark followed,
looking back over his shoulder to see if Chloe was coming along.
"Is there room for me?" she asked rather pointedly.
Lex stopped walking to turn and face her, the look on his face
temporarily cowing even Chloe. Had she but known it, she was in good
company. Lex had successfully negotiated deals with the Yakuza for his
father, wearing that same expression. "You wanted to talk, Miss
Sullivan. I suggest you refrain from any further snide remarks until we
reach our destination." He stared down his nose at her a moment longer
until certain that she wasn't going to say anything else, then pivoted and
started forward again.
"I - " Chloe started to say she was talking about Lex's car but
wisely shut her mouth, not wanting to be on the return end of that glare
Clark remained silent, opening the passenger side door after Lex unlocked
the car and folding back the seat so that Chloe could get into the back.
Lex stood beside the driver's side door, his gaze daring Chloe to say a
word about being relegated to the back seat. Wisely, he thought, she
remained silent, and shortly they were on their way to the high school. Lex
darted a glance at his lover, worried about his reaction to them being outed.
The silence in the car was making Clark fidget, and for once he wished
that Lex's techno music was playing, just to fill the empty gaps where there
should be conversation. Once they got to the school, he climbed out, once
again holding the seat for Chloe, trying not to look over at Lex because he
knew his eyes would be pleading, and he wasn't sure what the older man would
do about it.
Lex silently followed the two teens inside the school, determined to let
Clark decide how he wanted to handle this and follow his lead. Clark, after
all, was the one who was going to have to deal with the fallout, and he only
hoped that Chloe was as open-minded and good a friend as Lex thought she
was. It would devastate Clark if he lost her friendship over this--and Lex
knew himself well enough to know that he would make sure she paid if that
Waiting until Chloe unlocked the office and flipped on the light inside,
Clark sat down, his gaze darting between one of his best friends and his
lover. "You want to start, or should I?"
Meeting Lex's cold, warning gaze, Chloe squared her shoulders but didn't
back down. "Why don't you start, Clark? Maybe explain why you've been
lying to me about being in love with Lana and how you're really sleeping
Oh god, this was bad, really bad. Clark swallowed nervously before
glancing over at Lex, who was remaining quiet, almost dangerously so.
"I haven't - wasn't - didn't..." He sighed and started over.
"Maybe I was in love with Lana, but that was over... a while ago. I -
ummm - Lex and I..." God, this was embarrassing, worse than his parents
because she obviously wanted details. "Yes, we're together, and if you
have a problem with it, it's your problem because I don't care, I love
him," he blurted out, his chin going up stubbornly, ready to protect
Lex smiled finally and reached over to take Clark's hand, a tender
expression in his eyes, the feelings he usually had to hide visible. He was
surprised by how good it felt to hear Clark say that to one of his friends,
and he realized how much it had bothered him to have to hide away like they
were ashamed of each other.
Chloe watched them both, and although she was still hurt that Clark
hadn't trusted her enough to confide in her, she could see how much they
cared about each other. "Good. But for the record, Lex, if you hurt
him, you'll have to deal with me."
Lex smiled again, this time meeting her eyes, his own gaze warmer than
anyone but Clark had ever seen it. "Not going to happen."
Shoulders slumping as relief coursed through him, Clark smiled at Chloe
as he tightened his fingers around Lex's. "So you - you're okay with
this? Other than the secret thing which I'm sorry about, but it's not like I
could have called you up to tell you when you were in Metropolis!"
"I suppose," Chloe admitted reluctantly, "but I'm here
now, so details!"
Lex's eyes widened, and he swore silently as he could actually feel
"De..." Clark's voice trailed off, and the fact that Lex was
turning red made him blush even harder. "What kind of details?"
Seeing both men blushing made Chloe realize what they thought, and that
brought a rush of heat to her cheeks as well. "That's not what I
meant!" she managed to say in a strangled yelp. "How long, when
you got together, how... oh God!" She pressed her hands to her burning
cheeks, glaring at them. "I'm so going to get you for this."
The absurdity of it all hit Lex, and he started laughing.
"What did we do?" Clark asked, eyes going wide when Lex
started laughing. Of course, it wasn't long before he started snickering
too, and when he looked at Chloe, she was in the same condition. It looked
like things were going to be okay here.
"You want to field that question, or should I tell her about Marco
Polo?" Clark asked, giving Lex a wicked grin.
"Don't you dare!" Lex growled instantly, then realized that
he'd left himself in the unenviable position of having to explain to Chloe.
Seeing twin laughing gazes fixed on him, he figuratively threw his hands up
in the air and conceded. "Fine... Clark got a clue, and I got
"While reading about Marco Polo?" Chloe's brow furrowed as she
frowned. "Forget it, I don't think I want to know. How about when this
happened - if you can answer it without the innuendo?"
"Around the end of June," Clark answered quickly.
"It's been a wonderful summer," Lex said, a reminiscent smile
curving his lips. He slid an arm around Clark's waist, drawing him closer,
and then leaned into his lover's strength, glancing up at him. It was a
shame Chloe was there or they could have acted out a scene from a porn
movie, he mused, suddenly grinning.
Seeing the besotted smile Clark gave Lex, Chloe shook her head. Whatever
it was the two of them had going, they both definitely believed it was real.
God, could there be a person more visible for Clark to be involved with in
Smallville - or most of the world? He sucked at keeping secrets; how long
was it going to be before the school, and then the town found out, and then
what would happen?
"Hey, if you two are going to start making out, no offence, but I'm
out of here," she cautioned.
Tearing his gaze away from Lex's face, Clark offered a boyish smile.
"Sorry, Chloe. It's just..." he sighed, knowing they had to do
"I understand." Her voice was wistful.
Lex caught the undertone, and it confirmed what he'd suspected, that
Chloe was in love with Clark herself. He felt for her, but he still drew
Clark closer, a possessive, faintly warning gaze turned in her direction.
Chloe caught the expression and let her eyes drop, embarrassed by how
obvious she'd been. Fortunately, though, Clark remained as oblivious as
"So, you're really okay with this?" Clark was smiling, and a
pleading, hopeful tone filled his voice.
"Better Lex than Lana," Chloe muttered, then realized that Lex
had heard her. God, she'd blushed more in the last few minutes than in the
"Yeah, as long as you're happy, Clark, I'm okay with it. But I don't
really think that much of the town is going to be as understanding. Mutants
are one thing, but being gay is quite another in small town Kansas,"
Some of Clark's happiness faded. "Yeah, I know. Why do you think we
hadn't been telling anyone yet?" Though that was his decision more than
Lex's. "My folks know and Lex's staff and you, but that's it."
"Oh." Suddenly Chloe felt better about the whole thing, knowing
that she was one of the first to be in on the secret.
"And we want to keep it that way until we decide otherwise,"
Lex said, a clear warning in his tone as he glanced at some of the clippings
of Chloe's articles.
Chloe nodded. "No problem, it's just..."
"Just what?" Clark asked, frowning.
"You two really need to get a better grip on the lovesick looks
"I've never looked lovesick in my life!" Lex was affronted and
unconsciously straightened away from Clark, glaring at the annoying blonde.
Chloe smiled sweetly. "Too bad I didn't have my camera out or I
could have showed you. Maybe next time."
"Chloe..." Clark said warningly. When she looked at him, he
grinned. "Can I have a copy if you get the shot?"
Lex opened his mouth to argue, then sighed and gave up. He couldn't even
fool a teenage girl; his father would be appalled. Somehow, that just made
Lex feel better. "I have a feeling that we'd have better luck avoiding
each other in public," he admitted, again linking his fingers through
"Avoid each other in public? God, that... that's probably what we'll
need to do." Clark sighed and brought Lex's hand to his lips without
giving it a second thought, though he realized what he'd done when Chloe
arched an eyebrow.
"Just until you're ready, love," Lex murmured, forgetting
Chloe's presence entirely. "Whatever you want, however much you can
handle." He turned to face Clark fully and pressed a light kiss onto
his lips, wishing he could tell the whole world that they were together.
Still, at least this way he could protect Clark from his father a little
Clark tilted his head to look up at Lex, his entire face aglow with
happiness. The outside world faded, only to be reintroduced when he heard a
low clicking and glanced over to see Chloe holding up her camera.
"Got it," she said, patting the case. "And you two can
have the copies; I'll blank the file after we print it out."
Lex's head shot around so fast he almost gave himself whiplash, and then
he groaned. "How did I ever get into this?" He glanced up at
Clark. "Good thing you're worth it."
Chloe looked at them expectantly. "If you want to share how you got
into it, go ahead!"
"Useful, decorative and brilliant, remember?" Clark asked.
"Coffee," Lex said emphatically. "Better yet, brandy. At
least a hundred years old. My nerves can't take this." He buried his
face in Clark's throat, deciding to just stay like that until Chloe went
"Lex, it's still morning," Clark reminded him gently, trying
not to snicker as he and Chloe shared a grin over the older man's back.
"And your point would be?" Lex muttered into his throat.
"This is Smallville. Trauma comes at all hours."
Slipping the memory card from her camera, Chloe handed it over to Clark.
"You know what, guys? I think I'll walk home. You two take all the time
you want to recover, just... remember you owe me big, okay?"
This was getting more embarrassing by the moment. Now a teenager was
trying to be discreet and give him privacy. Then again, that meant he would
be all alone with Clark in a locked building, so it wasn't all bad.
"Bye, Chloe," he said, now nibbling on Clark's throat.
"Lex - uh - Chloe..." Clark stammered, not wanting to be rude
but unable to move. "I'll call you later!" he shouted just before
the office door slammed and they were alone. "Lex..." he groaned,
trying but failing to keep his hands off the older man. "What happened
"That's for in public. Chloe already knew about us," Lex
pointed out logically, more interested in tasting him than in talking.
"Besides, is it my fault that you taste so good?"
"And you call me obsessed." Clark shuddered and let his head
fall back, baring his throat to Lex's mouth. "You're just as bad."
"I never claimed otherwise... or we wouldn't be in this situation in
the first place." Lex bit down on the younger man's throat, wishing he
could mark him but glad that he couldn't. This way he could do whatever he
wanted without worrying about hurting him or giving them away.
One hand rose to stroke over Lex's bare scalp, and Clark whined, lust
shooting through his body. "But... in school? God, I'll never be able
to come in here again."
"It builds character," Lex chuckled, rubbing against Clark's
thigh, his own arousal, never slow to build around the teenager, spiking.
"God, I want you."
"Is that what they call it now?" Giving in, Clark tilted Lex's
head up and kissed him hungrily, his hands sliding beneath Lex's coat and up
under his shirt to the bare flesh beneath it.
Now that Clark was clearly following the same program, Lex started
pulling at his clothes, wanting to feel the heat of his skin beneath his
palms. "This is going to give me much fonder memories of high
school," he half-laughed, nuzzling against the newly bared flesh.
"And it's going to make it hard for me to walk down the hall."
Clark maneuvered them back until he hit one of the layout desks and half sat
on it, pulling Lex between his thighs. Quickly divesting themselves of their
shirts and Lex's coat, soon their whole bodies were rubbing together.
"Well, we haven't tried the hall yet, maybe later. Don't want to
move just yet." He pressed closer, writhing against Clark, lining their
erections up as he rubbed against him like a cat in heat.
"Noooo," Clark moaned, though even he didn't know if he was
talking about the hall or moving at all. His hands slid down to cup Lex's
ass, kneading the firm flesh through his trousers and pulling them closer
"God, yes," Lex groaned, his mouth blindly seeking and finding
Clark's, breathing less important than kissing him, tasting him, surrounding
himself in Clark.
As they shifted, Clark opened his eyes and happened to see the large
clock on the wall behind them. "Shit!" he cursed, straightening up
even though his body and Lex both complained mightily about his action.
"Oh god, I'm sorry. I told Dad I'd be home by 12:30 and it's almost
twelve now..." His face was a portrait of misery, and his throbbing
hard-on kept telling him to forget the deadline and enjoy.
Lex let out a heartfelt groan followed by an even more heartfelt curse.
"God! Are you sure... Never mind," he sighed, painfully peeling
himself away from Clark, his erection throbbing. "The last thing we
need is to piss your dad off and have him change his mind about the
He stood up and had to look away from Clark, sprawled like a despoiled
angel. "Do you have the truck back at the Talon, or can I at least
drive you home?"
"I..." Hearing how unsteady his voice was, Clark sat up,
running a hand through his hair and thoroughly messing it up. "I walked
in, so, yeah, a ride would be good." He only hoped his parents didn't
get that look when they saw Lex drop him off.
Lex nodded, clumsily shrugging back into his shirt and buttoning it up
after a few false starts. "Friday night can't come soon enough for
me," he said with feeling. "Do you have work to do this afternoon,
or could I stay and visit for a while?" He'd even brave Jonathan Kent's
basilisk stare to spend more time with Clark.
Sighing when Lex buttoned up his shirt, Clark grabbed his and pulled it
on as well, moving carefully as he did so. "I know. And I've got to
check the fences and patch them if they need it. You can come along if you
want, but... don't you have any work to do?" Not that he minded Lex's
company at all, he just didn't want him neglecting his own job and hearing
about it from Lionel Luthor.
"I got everything I needed to do done last night," Lex said,
hoping Clark would let it go at that. It would be ridiculous to admit that
he'd been up because he didn't sleep well without Clark beside him. "I
can take a few hours off to enjoy myself... and watching you get sweaty in
the hot sun sounds like fun to me."
"Okay..." Clark didn't sound totally convinced but was willing
to let it lie. "And was that an offer of assistance I heard? Gee,
thanks, Lex, but it's okay. I can handle it myself." He was grinning at
the last, because the thought of Lex doing physical labor was just silly.
"Luthors manage," Lex said with dignity, then ruined it by
chuckling. "Besides, considering that you can bench press a semi,
offering to help you is pretty absurd, don't you think? I'll just admire the
"Just don't grope the scenery, or I might end up breaking the fence,
not fixing it." Feeling something in his pocket, Clark pulled out the
memory card from Chloe's camera. "Want this? I don't think I have the
software at home to download the picture off of it, and I know you
"Definitely!" Lex all but snatched it from Clark's hand. He
knew the picture would be sappy and something that he would have to hide
from Lionel, but he wanted it, wanted it badly. It was proof, tangible
proof, that Clark really did love him, that he wasn't a miniature version of
Lionel, alone and unlovable.
God, that was one hell of a burden to put on a fifteen-year-old's
shoulders, even if they were superhuman. Suddenly sober, he gazed at Clark.
"I love you."
Eyebrows furrowing at Lex's sudden change of mood, Clark smiled, hoping
to cheer him, and kissed his forehead. "I love you too. I really wish I
could show you how much, but we have to get going if I'm going to avoid
having to run. Maybe after I'm done with the fence, we can go up to the loft
Shaking off his mood, Lex smiled. "With that as an incentive, you
couldn't keep me away." He caught his jacket up in his hand and slung
an arm around Clark's waist, wanting to stay close until they got outside
and had to be respectable again.
"You will give me a copy of that, right?" Clark asked,
indicating the disk. "It'll be nice to have when I can't see you or be
"Of course, one for each of us." Lex lightly stroked a finger
over it before putting it in his pocket. "Let's just hope it's as good
as Miss Sullivan would have us believe." Lex frowned suddenly.
"Will she really be able to keep this a secret? She is a budding
reporter, after all."
Clark reached out, resting his hand over Lex's pocket as if to protect
the digital image. "She won't tell; that would hurt us, and while she
wants to find out the real story, she won't spread it around."
"So trusting," Lex sighed, but Clark's trust seemed to inspire
people to want to live up to it. Just look at him. Seeing that they were
nearly at the door, he reluctantly dropped his arm from around Clark's waist
and stepped to the side, allowing a socially acceptable distance between
them. Already he wanted to touch Clark again.
"Come on, you can show me how to build a fence or whatever it is
you're going to do, and I'll try to charm your parents once again."
He looked up from his packing to see his mother at the door to his room
and raised his eyebrows inquisitively. "Yeah, Mom?"
Martha took a step into the room. "I know you can take care of
yourself, and that you know right from wrong, but be careful this weekend,
please? Metropolis is different, and I don't want anything happening to
"Mom, we'll stay together, I promise. Nothing's going to happen to
anyone. I'll call when we get there and before we leave in the morning -
unless you want hourly reports?" He looked over his mother's shoulder
to see his father join them. Lex was due here soon, and he was about ready
to jump out of his skin in anticipation but was trying not to show it too
"No, that's not necessary, son," Jonathan said, a comforting
hand on his wife's shoulder. Though he'd never be crazy--suicidal--enough to
say it to her, Martha definitely had the single chick syndrome. She hated to
let Clark out of her sight... and this was the boy who could withstand
bullets at point blank range and who had apparently charmed something even
deadlier than a cobra, a Luthor.
"Have fun, stay out of trouble... and don't shock your
"Da-ad!" Clark blushed and stuffed the rest of his clothes in
the small bag then zipping it up. He heard the sound a car approaching, and
glanced out the window. "He's here. Man, Lex brought the limo!"
Lex glanced out the smoked, one-way glass of the rear door as his limo
pulled up at the Kent's farm. He'd made sure that Clark would be the first
one he picked up, so they would be able to get in at least a couple of
kisses before they reached Chloe's... even if they had to circle Smallville
to do it!
He stepped out, glancing up at Clark's window, and headed for the porch.
Hopefully Clark was nearly ready.
Before Lex could knock, Clark was down the stairs and out the door, his
parents following at a more sedate pace. Aware of their scrutiny and the
presence of the driver, he stopped just short of kissing Lex but reached out
and squeezed his hand, all the while drinking him in with his eyes.
"Packed and ready to go."
"Do you want some snacks for the drive, Lex?" Martha asked.
"I wouldn't want to put you out, Mrs. Kent." Lex wasn't going
to refuse since she was a wonderful cook, but he didn't want to give
Jonathan another reason to glare at him. Although, come to think of it, the
senior Kent was giving him a surprisingly benign look, especially
considering that he was still holding Clark's hand.
"You should take some, Lex," Jonathan advised, making the
effort he'd promised Clark when they'd talked. "Martha made some lemon
bars today that could incite an angel to envy." He smiled at his wife,
raising a hand to tuck a long strand of red hair behind her ear.
"How could I turn that down?" Lex chuckled. "Yes, thank
you, Mrs. Kent."
"Good thing you agreed," Clark added. "She wouldn't let me
"That's because if you had, there wouldn't have been any left,"
Martha laughed, smiling at her husband, then at her son and the man beside
Clark shrugged. "They're good." He scooted back into the
kitchen to grab the plastic container. "And I won't eat them all
between here and Chloe's, I promise."
Thanking Martha again for the snack, Lex waved good-bye to the Kents and
stepped back inside the limousine, letting the soft leather enfold him while
he waited for Clark to join them. A quick glance at his watch had a smile
curving his lips.
Once Clark was inside and after their first almost desperate kiss, he
smirked. "Chloe's not expecting us for another half hour. We can drive
half way there... and park."
Clark groaned. "God, if we do, then she'll look at us all knowing,
and Pete will sniff and wonder if they cleaned the limo after your last
session of partying." He kissed Lex back, pressing close to let his
tongue slide against the older man's. "If you can handle it, I
"I'd much rather handle you," Lex said, letting his hands slide
up under Clark's shirt to do just that. "And for the record, nothing on
earth could stop me from kissing you for the few minutes of privacy we
"It's not the privacy, it's the lack of it we'll have for the rest
of the ride that worries me," Clark murmured, arching into the touch
and moaning quietly as his own hands slid up under Lex's tight purple shirt.
"Just keep remembering that we'll have all night together in my
nice, big bed. That makes all this worthwhile. And we should be able to
steal a grope in the dressing room when I take all of you to get some
clothes for the clubs." Lex pressed up against Clark's fingers, panting
as his lover teased him.
"What's wrong with the clothes I brought?" As Clark asked the
question, he gave in and twisted them around so that he was lying across the
wide seat on top of Lex.
The sensation of Clark's body atop his immediately drove the question and
all sense from Lex's brain. His arms and legs wrapped around the younger
man, and his mouth latched onto Clark's hungrily, small sounds of lust
escaping each of them.
Only the realization that the limo was moving again drew Lex back to
himself, and he released Clark's mouth with a tiny whimper of protest and a
last tugging nip at the full lower lip. "Clark, we're moving; we'll be
at Chloe's in a few minutes."
"Fuck." That he'd uttered the word shocked Clark himself. It
was something he just never said. "Do we really have to wait until
Surprised, Lex blinked but didn't comment. "Unfortunately yes,
unless you really want Pete and Chloe watching us."
That did it, and Clark whipped to an upright position in a blur of
movement. "No, not really. Chloe might take pictures, and that's too
much for me to think about."
Shuddering at the very idea, Lex adjusted his clothes. "I'm going to
have to start having my pants tailored with more give at the crotch,"
he grumbled as he sat up, reaching for a drink. "And there's the
beauteous Miss Sullivan," he added, glancing out the window.
Waiting until the limo rolled to a stop, he opened the door and carefully
climbed out, wondering if Lex's tailors could do anything for his jeans.
"Hi, Clark. Oh, Clark, you're not wearing that to go clubbing?"
Chloe's tone expressed sincere dismay.
Lex's eyes narrowed. If she didn't watch it, she was going to find out
that she'd bitten off a lot more than she could chew. "Don't worry,
Chloe. We'll be stopping to buy clothes for everyone, my treat." And
maybe we can lose you in a revolving door, he thought unfairly.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Clark asked plaintively.
Okay, he knew that jeans and a button-down shirt wasn't high fashion, but
geez, between the two of them, you'd think he'd just crawled out of a
"There's nothing wrong with it," Lex reassured him, placing a
hand on his knee. "It's just that people tend to dress a certain way at
the clubs in Metropolis, and it's not your usual style. Any of you," he
added with slight emphasis, glancing quickly at Chloe, who was wearing her
usual "small town funky" style. "Which is why we'll be
stopping to buy you all new outfits, my treat," he tacked on for her
benefit. "Consider it part of the trip."
Chloe looked a little put out by Lex's insinuation that she wasn't
dressed properly either, still... free clothes. She smiled sweetly.
"Thank you, Lex."
Shopping. Lovely. Clark sat back in the seat and sighed; hours of
shopping was not how he'd envisioned spending the evening, but then, with
the others there, he couldn't spend it how he'd imagined it anyway.
"Any more of the lemon bars left?" Clark asked, peering around
the floor of the limo in the hopes that there were.
"The way you inhaled 'em? Yeah, right," Pete scoffed, picking
up the empty plastic container and waving it in Clark's direction. They were
almost in Metropolis, and, despite the roominess of the limo, all of the
teenagers were getting antsy, ready for their adventure.
Chloe looked at the half of the bar she'd been nibbling on and, sighing,
handed it over to Clark. "Here, don't say I never gave you
"Thanks, Chloe!" he exclaimed, snapping up the treat and then
licking his fingers, not noticing how both Lex and Chloe watched him do so.
Lex swallowed hard and had to lace his hands together to keep himself
from grabbing Clark's hand and drawing those fingers into his own mouth. If
it weren't so obviously innocent, he'd swear that Clark was deliberately
teasing him. He took a quick swallow of his bottle of water, head tipping
back to get the last of it. He never noticed Clark's attention fix on him,
but Chloe did.
She was enjoying herself in a masochistic kind of way, watching the two
men try not to be obvious about their total fixation on each other.
Unfortunately for them, they were doing a horrible job of it. She was pretty
sure that even Pete had picked up on the tension between them, although he
probably hadn't figured out the cause. Yet. When one of them jumped the
other, as seemed likely to happen at any moment, it ought to become clear to
the other passenger in the car. Hopefully they'd reach their first stop
before that happened.
The intercom buzzed, bringing Clark back to reality from his fantasyland
that consisted of thoughts of nibbling on Lex's neck as he swallowed.
"Mr. Luthor, have you decided if you would rather go to your
apartment first or shopping?" the driver asked, causing all of the
teenagers to look over at Lex expectantly.
"Shopping," Lex decided. That way he could grope Clark in the
dressing room. It also made more sense to take care of what might take a
while before heading back to the apartment. That way they would know how
much time they had and be able to relax for a while before going out. He
already had reservations for dinner at what had been one of his favorite
before-clubbing restaurants when he was a teenager, so they wouldn't have to
go back to change after dinner either.
"Whatever you want tonight is on me," he reminded the
teenagers, knowing it was likely to prove expensive, but he could certainly
afford it, and he would give a lot more to have some time with Clark.
Pete put up a token protest, still not comfortable with accepting
anything from a Luthor, but in the end he was won over as Chloe discussed
possible outfits and color combinations.
Clark had to bite back a grin at the animation in her voice. He could
have sworn that Chloe really didn't care about any of that, but when he
added what Ryan had told him with this... he supposed she did.
"So where exactly are we going?" he asked with visions of high
fashion, anorexic salespeople descending on them the moment they walked
through the door of some ritzy boutique.
Even Chloe stopped talking long enough to wait for Lex's answer, and when
he named an upscale chain that catered to the young and well to do, everyone
appeared pleased. He'd purposely chosen one that would let them be
extravagant without intimidating Clark or putting Pete's back up. And he
already knew what he wanted to buy for Clark, though whether he could get
the teen to wear it that night with his friends present was still
Feeling a definite tremor of fear, Clark stepped out of the limo, lagging
back behind the others who were already headed inside the store, intent on
finding the perfect outfit for the evening. When Lex looked back at him, he
gave a sickly smile and followed along, feeling so out of his depth that it
Chloe was already deep in the women's side, and from time to time he'd
hear a squeal as she found something she particularly liked. Pete seemed
torn between the clothes and the nubile young saleswoman who was offering
him help. There was leather and vinyl and mesh all around, the like of which
had never been seen in Smallville and probably never would. God, this was
Clark's discomfort was obvious, but before Lex could say anything, an
overdressed, snooty salesman had approached Clark and was looking down his
nose at the fidgeting teen.
"Perhaps you might like to try Wal-Mart?" he suggested, eyeing
Clark like something he'd found on his shoe.
Lex's eyes narrowed and his expression froze as he moved to stand at
Clark's side, meeting the clerk's supercilious gaze with icy hauteur. The
store manager, who had spotted and recognized Lex the instant he walked in,
nearly killed himself getting over to them and did actually bump another
salesgirl, sending her stumbling back into a rack of clothing.
"Mr. Luthor! Please, forgive Jason, we would never dream of
insulting you or your friends!" He shot a furious look at the now
worried-looking clerk. Lex appeared less certain of that and still liable to
turn on his heel and leave, which spurred the manager to new measures.
"Allow me to serve you personally," he suggested, knowing that
if Lex Luthor put the word out to avoid his store, he could start collecting
unemployment then and there.
After a searching glance at Clark, Lex nodded sparely, waiting until
Jason had discreetly and rapidly faded away to speak. "We're not sure
what we want yet, so please give us a moment. I'll let you know when we need
your assistance." Dismissing the man, he turned to face Clark.
"I'm sorry about that, love," he said quietly, one hand rising
to grip Clark's upper arm. "If you want to leave, we can go to another
store." He winced slightly as another squeal rose from the women's
side, but he'd rather deal with a sulky Chloe than have Clark upset. And it
wasn't as if they wouldn't be able to find anything at another store.
"If you do want to stay, you don't have to get anything that you're
not comfortable with. You'll look fantastic regardless."
Clark shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, trying to push it back
off his forehead. "What he said is probably the truth. I mean, look at
me, Lex." Giving another shrug, he barely stopped himself from running
his fingers down Lex's shirt.
"I'm not letting him run me out of here though." He smiled,
hoping to get a similar response from Lex. "Besides, the manager will
have a coronary if you leave now and you don't want to be responsible for
that, do you?"
Eyebrows rising, Lex forbore to say that he really didn't give a damn
whether the manager dropped dead on the spot. It was the man's own fault for
hiring incompetents. But he knew that would bother Clark even more than what
had already happened, so he simply shrugged.
"I happen to think that you look great... of course, I think that no
matter what you're wearing--or not wearing." Lex leered at him,
lightening the mood. "So... what are my chances of getting you into
leather and mesh?"
Normally Clark wouldn't have been caught dead in either of them, but for
Lex he'd give it a go. He might die of embarrassment, but at least he'd look
good when it happened--according to Lex anyway.
"I'm going to try on some things!" Chloe called out, and Clark
heard Pete give a vague answer from behind the pile of clothes the
saleswoman was heaping in his arms.
"How about I just close my eyes and let you pick out what I'm going
to wear?" he suggested. "As long as it doesn't have holes or
pieces cut out of it in bad areas."
"As if I'd share those sights with anyone else," Lex scoffed.
He motioned the manager over, had a low-voiced conversation with him, and
then led Clark toward the fitting rooms. "Come on, he'll bring what I
want you to try. Then if you don't like that, we'll try something
He opened the door to the room at the far end, knowing from experience
that it was the largest, and seated himself on one of the chairs inside.
"Don't worry, it's nothing too radical."
He'd barely finished speaking when the manager arrived and hung a pair of
black leather pants and a black fine mesh shirt on the wall. "If you
need anything else, sir, please let me know." He smiled at Clark as he
left, not making the mistake of discounting the young man Lex Luthor was so
Clark eyed the clothes before turning his gaze to Lex. "What about
you? Let me guess, you have closets of these at your place, right?" As
he spoke, he was stripping out of his shirt and kicking off his sneakers.
"Well, yeah, but I can get something new to go with the general
trend. I suppose the same outfit in white would be a bit obvious?"
"Yeah..." Clark heard Chloe giggling from another dressing room
and lowered his voice. "Plus I like you in black. Very sexy."
"Hold that thought," Lex practically purred. He stepped out of
the dressing room and gave instructions to the manager, then ducked back
inside to wait for his own garments... and enjoy the sight of Clark
changing. "And to think that some people pay money to watch a
striptease... this is much better."
Having stopped with the shirt halfway over his head, Clark viewed the
room and Lex as if through a fine black curtain. "Yeah, well don't get
any ideas about groping the changer; these walls are thin!"
Pulling the shirt all the way down, he undid his jeans, shoving them down
and off, then grabbing the pants, wanting something on before the way Lex
was looking at him made him forget the walls, his friends, and everything
Watching the tight leather enfold the lower half of Clark's body, Lex
thought he might have found religion. "You are so fucking sexy,"
he rasped, eyes bright with arousal, and only the knock on the door
prevented him from grabbing Clark.
Instead he grabbed the pile of clothes that was handed to him, and never
taking his eyes off Clark, stripped down, then put on the black leather
pants and black silk shirt, followed by a collar.
Clark blinked, and stopped in the midst of tucking his shirt into his
pants. "Lex, you're wearing a dog collar."
"You don't like it?" Lex turned to peer at himself in the
mirror. "I always thought I looked good in a collar." He shrugged
and reached up to unfasten it.
"No!" Clark reached out and caught Lex's wrist in his hand,
stopping him from removing the strip of leather. "I mean I like
it." One finger traced over the smooth hide, then over the even
smoother skin of Lex's throat. "It looks good."
A tiny moan escaped Lex, and he tilted his back to let Clark have better
access to his throat. "Glad you approve." He swallowed hard,
feeling the leather as he did, then ran his eyes appreciatively over his
lover. He straightened away from Clark, turning him to face the mirror at
his side. "So, what do you think? Is this something you'll be
comfortable wearing tonight?"
Though he was almost afraid to look at his own reflection, Clark raised
his eyes to the mirror, and froze, startled at his appearance. Between the
form-fitting leather and the clinging mesh shirt, he looked... adult.
"I--" he shifted his gaze to meet Lex's eyes in the mirror and
had to lick his lips because of the hunger he saw there. "Yeah, they
feel all right."
"I'm glad... even if I am going to have to keep chasing people away
from you tonight." Lex moved around to face him again, then, keeping
his eyes trained on Clark's, lowered his head to lick a nipple through the
mesh of the shirt.
Clark's quiet laugh turned into a groan, and he fisted his hands at his
side to keep from grabbing Lex and grinding against him. "If you keep
that up, we may never get out of here," he whispered.
"Hey, Kent! You find anything yet?" Pete called from somewhere
Snickering, Lex straightened up. "Yeah, Clark, did you find
anything?" He lightly circled Clark's waist with his arms, an
expression of pure happiness on his face.
"Asshole," Clark muttered, trying to glare at Lex but managing
to look silly because he was grinning. "I think so, what about
"I'm good. We just need to get the tags removed, and we're
ready." Lex kissed him quickly before sticking his head out of the
fitting room to get the manager to take care of that. Pete must have gotten
tired of waiting for Clark's reply since he was nowhere to be seen.
After the manager left, Lex caught hold of Clark's hand, holding it as
they stepped out of the changing room, only to stop dead when Pete came out
of one of the others at that moment.
"Hey, Clark, I thought you got lost in there..." His jocular
tone dying off as his eyes dropped to Clark and Lex's hands, then back to
his friend's face, Pete stared.
Wanting nothing more than to vanish at that moment, Clark closed his
eyes, wincing. Chloe finding out had been almost natural in a way, but Pete?
He hated the Luthors, and this was only going to make things worse.
Lex opened his mouth but closed it again without saying anything. Not
even he could think of a way to spin two guys coming out of a fitting room
together, holding hands, to be anything other than what it was. His fingers
tightened reflexively on Clark's, wanting to offer him support, and over
Pete's shoulder he saw Chloe appear.
Chloe realized immediately what must have happened, and she shot a
sympathetic glance at the guys that somehow also said, 'I told you so!'
"No way. No way, man." Pete was shaking his head, his gaze
moving back and forth from Clark to Lex. "Clark, I thought we were
friends! And you... with him?"
"Pete..." Clark said helplessly, misery filling his eyes when
the other teen turned and pushed past Chloe, heading back into the store and
away from him.
Chloe bolted away from the couple, chasing after Pete to talk some sense
into him. No way was she going to watch her two best friends stop being
friends because Pete didn't like Clark's boyfriend. Okay, that was just a
weird thought. Catching up with him, she cornered him and proceeded to
remind Pete of just what a good friend Clark was.
Meanwhile, Lex, knowing there was nothing he could do about it, had
decided to ignore Pete's hopefully temporary departure in favor of
comforting Clark. He wrapped his arms around his lover, hugging him tightly.
Feeling a hand on his arm, Pete whirled around, ready to fight.
"What, Chloe? Did you know?" He saw the change in her expression
and snarled. "You did! Jesus! Clark's-- and with Lex? Fuck!"
Nearby patrons moved away, and the store manager stepped closer, ready to
prevent any other outbursts.
"That's just - sick, man! And with Lex! How long have you
Chloe shrugged. "Just since yesterday and it wasn't like they meant
to tell me. They've actually been trying to keep it quiet so Clark wouldn't
have to deal with people talking about him and ostracizing him," she
"Oh, so now I'm the bad guy because I have a problem with finding
out that my best friend is fucking the freaky bald guy who's probably trying
to destroy Smallville? Gee, why should I have a problem with that?"
"You seem to be forgetting the best friend part!" Chloe
snapped. "It's not like Lex Luthor is my favorite person either, Pete,
but... well, just watch them together. I would kill to have someone look at
me like that."
"Like Clark." From Pete's tone, he was well acquainted with the
concept of unrequited love.
"Like anyone," Chloe sighed. "I know you don't like
Lex, Pete, and I really hope that's all it is, but give it a chance. Come
with us tonight, and you'll see. God, I was in the same room with them, and
it was like I wasn't even there. They're... intense."
"And we're ignored, like we have been ever since he showed up."
Pete was losing his anger now, but it was being replaced by a bone-deep
"I never meant to do that." Pete looked up to see Clark, all
big eyes and desperate sadness, standing near them with Lex nowhere in
Chloe looked from one to the other, then suddenly hugged them both at
once. "Guys, we're friends. That's not going to change no matter who
we're... dating, not unless we let it.
"Come on, Pete, admit it. If you suddenly started dating someone,
you'd pay more attention to her than to us, especially at first."
Pete bit his lip and stared at the floor, not wanting to admit that but
knowing it was true. "But this is Lex Luthor!" he burst
"Why does everyone have to judge him because of what his father's
done?" Clark shot back, fed up with hearing about the horrible Luthors
from both his father and his friend.
Taken aback by the rare flash of Clark's temper, Pete actually stopped
and thought about what he'd said. And he didn't like what he discovered. All
his life he'd had to deal with discrimination because of the color of his
skin, and now he realized that he was discriminating against Lex because of
his name. "I... I'll try," he finally said. But it wasn't just
what Lex's father had done to his dad; Pete didn't think that Lex was quite
the nice guy he'd have them, Clark especially, believe.
Lex was watching this little drama unfold from the cash register, the
manager by his side since he'd prevented him from interfering. Hands
clenched tightly into fists at his sides, he prayed that this wouldn't be
what drove Clark away from him.
The anger drained out of Clark, to be replaced by a fragile hope. "I
can't ask for you to do anything else, but try to get to know him and you'll
change your mind." I hope, he added silently.
He slung one arm around Chloe, grateful for her presence, and held the
other one out to Pete. "Still friends?"
Pete nodded and clasped his arm until Chloe reached out and yanked him
into another group hug.
"Hey, where's Lex?" Chloe suddenly wondered.
Oh god... Snapping his head around, Clark spotted his abandoned
boyfriend by the sales desk.
"Looks like you're not the only one who needs a hug," Pete
muttered, appalled that he was viewing Lex as human but trying for the sake
of his friendship with Clark.
Giving the pair a tremulous smile, Clark hugged them tightly before
letting go. "Thanks for... everything," he whispered before
turning and covering the distance to Lex in three long strides.
"It's okay, he's okay," he murmured, beyond caring who was
watching as he gathered Lex into his arms. "What about you?"
Arms going around Clark and relaxing as he felt his lover against him
again, Lex smiled faintly. "I'm okay... as long as we are," he
said, a hint of a question in his voice. God, it was so unlike him to be
this needy, but that was exactly how he felt about Clark. Unable to resist,
although moving slowly enough for Clark to stop him if he wanted to, he
tilted his head up to kiss him.
Their lips brushed together tenderly before drawing apart, and Clark
smiled. "Never better."
"You know, I've heard of coming out of the closet, but coming out of
a dressing room?" Pete hissed to Chloe before yelping as she elbowed
him in the ribs.
Lex heard that too, and he snickered at the comment, then met Clark's
disbelieving gaze. "Well, it was funny." Seeing that Clark didn't
appear convinced, he glanced at the other two teens. "Find everything
you want or do you need more time?"
"Well, I'm not sure if I like this one or that other dress I tried
on better," Chloe started.
"So get both," Lex interrupted, not about to watch a fashion
"Oh, are you sure?" She really hadn't been angling for that,
being thrilled enough with one outfit from this store that she could never
"Sure," Lex shrugged. "All of you, get whatever you
They could practically see the dollar signs in the store manager's eyes
as he tried not to gloat visibly.
"I've got that already," Clark said, looking around wide-eyed
and blushing when the others directed their gazes his way. "Well, I
"I don't know about the rest, but the clothes look good on
you." Chloe braved Lex's possessiveness to examine Clark's shirt more
closely. "How are you going to explain leather and mesh to your
"The same way I am," Pete said. His smile was somewhat
strained, but it was real. "By not doing it!"
"Probably wisest," Lex agreed. "It's enough your parents
agreed to us going away, no need to rub their faces in it." Then he
realized what he'd just admitted and wondered what the hell had happened to
his usual ability to keep secrets.
"Let's go change, and we can get out of here." Clark for one
was going to be very glad to have this part of the trip done with. "I
don't know about the rest of you, but I'm starving!"
Lex stared. "Why would you want to change? We can have our other
clothes sent back to the penthouse... Oh." He finally noticed the time
and realized how early it was. "Yes, I guess it is a bit early for
these clothes. So we change and go back so you can figure out who's sleeping
where and unpack." At least he and Clark wouldn't have to sneak around
to end up in the same bedroom now.
The teenagers gave a chorus of agreement and headed into the changing
area. Clark lagged back, and, when Lex caught up to him, he looked over his
shoulder, blushing but also wearing a truly wicked grin. "Lex? Do me a
favor and leave the collar on, will you?"
A shiver ran down Lex's spine. "All you had to do was ask." He
raised a finger to stroke the collar, knowing Clark's eyes would follow
helplessly. He followed Clark back into the dressing room, watching him as
he stripped off his clothes, including his boxers, so he stood naked except
for the collar. He let Clark look his fill before reaching for his street
Clark could have stood there all night and not cared one bit, but
apparently his friends had other ideas. "Get a move on it, Kent! Some
of us came here to have fun not to... have fun," Chloe yelled.
Chloe snickered at the last, and Clark managed to start changing his own
clothes without tearing them to pieces though his gaze never left Lex the
Smiling, Lex got dressed again, bundling up his new clothes and Clark's,
then stuffing his boxer briefs into a pocket. He made a face at the bulge,
but he'd put them in a bag as soon as he had one. "Ready?" he
asked, hand already reaching for the door handle since he knew that if he
stayed in there another moment with Clark, the others would be waiting for a
while and getting quite an education while they did.
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Clark muttered,
plastering on a smile as they headed back out into the store where the
others were waiting.
"So, where are we going later?" Chloe asked, trying to move the
conversation to something safer.
"Transience," Lex replied, naming what was currently the
hottest club in Metropolis. "The owner's an acquaintance, so there
won't be any trouble getting in. Just kindly refrain from getting drunk as
I'm the one who'd end up in jail because of it." He handed over one of
his credit cards, platinum of course, and waited while the various purchases
were rung up, not even paying attention to the cost.
Three pairs of eyes bugged out at the total, but none of the teens said a
word, mostly from sheer shock.
"I've heard about it," Chloe finally said. "All the A-list
people go there. This is going to be great!"
"Great, yeah," Clark echoed faintly, feeling almost ill as he
realized something. All those A-list people, they probably knew Lionel
Luthor, and what was to stop them from telling him about what Lex was doing
Scrawling his signature on the slip, Lex saw Clark's expression change,
and he immediately turned to him, relieved that they didn't have to pretend.
"What's wrong?" He caught hold of one of Clark's arms as he moved
"See what I mean?" Chloe hissed at Pete, indicating the look on
Lex's face as he stared at Clark.
Pete gave a non-committal grunt in response though he was watching the
This wasn't the place to talk about this. Giving his gamest smile, Clark
shook his head. "Nothing that won't wait a little bit."
Not fooled in the least, Lex still did what was becoming the norm for him
and followed Clark's lead, letting it slide for the moment. "We'll talk
later though." He absently pulled the underwear from his pocket and
dropped them into the bag that the store manager handed him, not noticing
everyone else notice that, so intent was he on Clark.
"That's what I meant."
"Oh, man, I so did not need to see that," Pete groaned
theatrically, hiding his head against Chloe's shoulder. "Just like I'm not
seeing that collar Lex is wearing."
Chloe laughed and smacked his arm while she peered at Clark and Lex
curiously. Sure, it was a little more information than she'd really
expected, but now that she'd gotten used to the idea, they were kind of hot
Lex glanced over at the minor scuffle, but it didn't seem to require his
attention, so once the other teenagers had their bags as well, he led them
all out to the limousine, intent on getting to his apartment as quickly as
possible so he could find out what was suddenly bothering Clark.
Clark managed to keep up his part of the conversation during the ride to
the high-rise, but once they'd traveled up the private elevator and the
others were exploring their rooms, he slumped down onto the floor beside the
bed in the master suite, looking up at Lex through troubled eyes. "How
are we going to keep anything we do here quiet?"
Lex frowned, for once not following him. "You think your friends are
going to tell all of Smallville? It doesn't seem in character for them. And
your parents already know, so I'm not sure what the problem is?" This
time he wasn't going to jump to the conclusion that Clark was ashamed of
their relationship, not with all the proof he'd had to the contrary.
A quick shake of his head and Clark was looking at Lex. "I'm not
worried about them or Smallville, Lex. I'm worried about here. This is
Metropolis. God, your father owns half the city! What if someone sees us
tonight? What if someone saw us today? He could use this to hurt you, and -
and I won't let him." Something dangerous glinted in the back of
Clark's eyes, something that might have reminded Jonathan Kent of Lex if he
had seen the expression.
"Oh." Lex crouched down in front of Clark. "Sooner or
later, my father is going to find out. For your sake, I'd prefer that
it be later, but I've taken steps to ensure that he won't be able to hurt
you or your family, Clark. And since we can't avoid him forever, I refuse to
let him ruin anything for us or influence what we do."
"I'm not worried about me; I'm worried about you! He's a rich old
guy with too much hair; what do I care about him?"
Laughing, Lex collapsed into a graceful sprawl across Clark's lap.
"He can't do anything to us, Clark. I won't let him. Now kiss me before
we have to go back out there and play nice with the other kiddies."
Clark leaned in to do just that, eyeing Lex as he straightened up again.
"Just so long as you don't play too nice with them."
A sudden flash of sex with Chloe, or God forbid, Pete hit Lex, and
he gagged. "Oh, how could you!" He batted at the air as if
physically trying to push the idea away. "That's just..." He
"What's wrong with my friends?" Enjoying Lex's reaction, Clark
was now determined to bait him to get both of their minds off his father.
"Nothing, I supposed," Lex allowed, "in a nonsexual way!
God, only you, Clark, could have made me think of that." He gave his
smirking lover a dirty look. "I suppose you would find the idea of
yourself and Pete in a sexual situation all right?"
"Pete?" Clark scrambled to his feet, letting Lex thump to the
floor as he lost his cushion. "No way!" He grimaced, and then
prodded Lex with his sock-clad foot. "You're evil, you know that?"
Rubbing the back of his head, which had hit the floor rather harder than
he'd anticipated, Lex smiled up at him. "One good turn deserves
another, love." He pushed himself to his feet, pausing to shed his
shoes and socks, and he let out a happy sigh as he curled his bare toes into
the thick pile of the carpet.
"Is that another saying from The Art of War?" Clark
asked curiously, looking back over his shoulder as he walked to the door. He
could hear loud music playing from somewhere else in the penthouse and could
guess what Chloe and Pete were up to.
"I actually don't remember what it's from," Lex admitted,
arching into a back cracking stretch before following Clark. "They
aren't going to destroy the place, are they?" he asked, stalling, not
yet ready to rejoin the others. He liked being alone with Clark, here in his
apartment, and he wanted to keep their solitude for a few more moments.
Torn between wanting to stay with Lex and not wanting to neglect his
friends, Clark paused, his hand on the doorknob. "I don't know, but I
remember what my house looked like after that party..."
Lex's eyes widened, and he looked momentarily horrified. "Well, at
least they're not likely to set off fireworks in the living room," he
teased, getting a look from Clark for that. "Then again, if they do
trash the place, you'll have to work off the debt. I think I like the idea
of you as my indentured slave for a while," he purred, coming up behind
Clark and pressing close.
"Me?" Clark looked incredulous. "You're the one who
invited everyone here; why is it my fault if they wreck the place - and how
could you tell, anyway?" Not that Lex's place wasn't immaculate, it was
just filled with weird post-modern art and furniture pieces, and Clark had a
hard time telling which was which.
"Because they're your friends and they're only here because it was
the only way I could get you here. Or are you saying that you don't
like the idea of having to do whatever I tell you?" he murmured
huskily, catching an earlobe between his teeth and biting down.
"I--" Clark's voice broke, and he tried again though thinking
was rapidly becoming an impossibility as it usually was when Lex was in
full-on sexy mode. "That could be... fun..." He shivered and
leaned against the door, feeling Lex's full weight press against him from
behind. The idea of Lex being able to tell him what to do and him having
to do it was an incredible turn on, and Clark knew there was no way he was
going to be able to walk out of this room any time in the near future
without turning bright red.
The rasp in Clark's voice had Lex hardening even more, and he gripped his
lover's hips, pulling them back tightly against himself. "Good thing we
don't have to change yet or I'd never be able to get those pants done up...
and I just realized that we forgot to get shoes, so we're going to have to
go back out after all." Left unsaid was that he'd forgotten about that
because he'd been so concerned by Clark's distress at the time.
Shoes? Who the hell cared about shoes, especially when Lex was grinding
against him like that? Who the hell cared about anything but-- Shit. Big
crash out in the living room. "What was that?"
Lex froze, body pressed to Clark's and eyes fixed upon the door.
"Maybe we should just barricade the door and hide in here until they're
gone? Suddenly I understand how Pharaoh must have felt when the Biblical
plagues were being visited upon him." Another minor crash, following by
muffled yells and scuffling made him wince.
"Maybe we should go out and see what happened?" Clark suggested
before being interrupted by a timid knock at the door.
Lex groaned, burying his face in Clark's neck. "If we ignore them,
will they go away?" He sighed and stepped back, giving Clark enough
room to open the door, and they both looked out at Pete, who looked like he
wished he were a million miles away.
"Uh... we had a little accident out here..." Pete mumbled,
glancing back over his shoulder at the mess in the living room that, once
upon a time, had been a glass-topped coffee table.
"Do I even want to know what happened?" Lex asked dryly.
"It was my fault," Chloe and Pete said at the same time before
looking at each other, then at Clark and Lex.
"I sort of dropped our suitcases on it..." Pete sighed. "I
didn't realize it was glass."
Eyebrows rising, Lex wondered what exactly he'd thought a clear table was
made of, but not wanting to start an argument, he let it go. "Don't
worry about it. Just leave it, I'll have someone come in to clean that up
and replace it." He shrugged, glad it wasn't worse. At least he didn't
have anything irreplaceable here that could be destroyed... thanks to the
message he'd sent his housekeeper the day before.
"Look, Lex, we can find a way to pay for it..." Seeing the
expression in the older man's eyes, Clark stopped talking. "Okay, it
would probably take us the rest of our lives, right?"
"Well, not quite, but you know what I said about being
indentured?" Lex trailed off suggestively, not quite grinning at him.
"Look, don't worry about it. You wouldn't want to know how much I
destroyed during my rebellious phase. It's not like it was a priceless
heirloom or anything.
"But we should probably get out there before anything else
happens." He stepped around Clark finally and out of the bedroom to go
see the damage.
Clark stayed in the bedroom a moment longer, trying to both will his
erection down and to cool the heat of his blush. He heard the other two
explaining to Lex what had happened and trying to clean it up, but all he
could think about was Lex's indentured servant comment.
"Shoes?" Chloe was saying as he came out. "Oh my God, I
forgot about them entirely!" The expression on her face was horrified,
and Pete simply shook his head, giving him a look of commiseration.
"Don't worry, I know just the place. We can go on our way to dinner;
we'll just leave a bit early." Lex appeared oblivious to the shattered
glass that used to be his coffee table as he calmed the girl. The moment
Clark joined them, however, he proved he was aware of his surroundings by
moving closer and leaning against him.
Pete looked torn between remorse at breaking the obviously expensive
piece of furniture and his usual contempt for Lex, but he had to admit that
the older man was being very understanding.
"Maybe we should leave now before anything else happens..."
Clark looked around the huge, open-design penthouse as he spoke, cringing
inwardly at the thought of anything else breaking while they were here. The
sounds of crashing, cracking and shattering were ones he'd been very
familiar with during his growth spurts.
"We should probably change first so we don't have to come back after
we stop at the shoe store; if Chloe's like every other woman I've met,
shopping for shoes could take hours. Then we can go straight to dinner, then
on to the clubs." Lex was indifferent to the potential for breakage,
but if he wasn't going to be able to have any privacy with Clark anyway,
they might as well leave.
Chloe frowned at the idea of wearing her gorgeous new outfit with the
shoes she'd brought, even though they'd been her favorites until that very
day, but it would only be for a little while till they could get something
else. "Sure, I can be ready in about half an hour or so."
Pete's head whipped around to stare at her when she said that, but Lex
only smiled. By the time Chloe got dressed and did her hair and makeup, he
figured it would be closer to an hour... and he and Clark would be in their
bedroom for that time.
"Meet us back out here in the living room when you're ready."
He caught Clark's hand to draw him back to the bedroom.
Seeing the lost look on Pete's face and the tightening of his jaw that
told of his approaching anger, Clark gave up thoughts of privacy in hopes of
keeping his friend happy - and hopefully not pissing off his boyfriend at
the same time.
"I think I saw a PS2 under that big TV, have any games to go with
it?" he asked, looking back at Lex, pleading silently for him to
Disappointment visibly crossed Lex's face, but he swallowed it down and
nodded. "Sure, they're in the cabinet on the left." He tightened
his grip on Clark's hand for a moment and then released it. "I'll leave
you to it and get some work done in the meantime. You should have at least
half an hour before you need to get changed yourselves... and will still
probably have time to get back to the game afterward before Chloe is
Wistfully putting aside his plans for Clark in the shower, he headed for
his office, leaving Clark with his friend.
Pete watched him go, a slight frown furrowing his brow. He'd seen Lex's
disappointment, yet the other man had still changed his rather obvious plans
and left Clark and him alone. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't a total
Clark sighed. God, he hadn't meant to drive Lex away but for all three of
them to do something together. He'd definitely have to make it up to Lex
later - and show his gratitude for being so understanding.
"So," he said, turning to Pete and putting on a grin of
challenge, "think you can take me at Grand Theft Auto 3, wuss?"
Nearly forty-five minutes later, Lex reappeared in the living room,
smiling at the laughter and taunts being thrown back and forth. "Sorry
to interrupt, guys, but Chloe can't take much longer than this to get ready.
We should probably get dressed ourselves. Just leave the game; you might
have time to get back to it before she shows up."
Clark glanced at the Lucite and marble clock over the chrome fireplace
and did a classic double take. He'd had no idea they had been playing that
long; maybe he had been neglecting his friends...
"C'mon, Clark, I still owe you for that last game," Pete
laughed, hitting the pause button and standing, giving Lex a grudging smile
as he walked toward his assigned room to change.
"And you'll owe me for this one too!" Clark called out, setting
his controller aside and standing, then crossing to Lex and taking his hand.
"Didn't mean to kick you out of your own living room..."
"Hey, I've been taking up a lot of your time lately; it's only fair
to give your friends some time too." Lex gave him a quick kiss before
they went into their bedroom and shut the door so they could change.
It only took a moment for him to shed the pants and long-sleeved T-shirt
that were all he wore. Lex pulled a silk thong out of his drawer and settled
himself into it before reaching for his new purchases where they lay on the
bed. He shrugged into the black silk shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, then
shimmied into the skintight leather pants, giving Clark a good show as he
did. He tucked the tails of the shirt in, fastened the button fly, and
turned to face his mesmerized boyfriend.
"Nipple or navel ring?" he asked blandly.
"Excuse me?" Lex couldn't have just asked what Clark thought he
had, could he?
"I said, nipple or navel ring?" Lex repeated, straight-faced.
"I make sure not to let the holes close up--any of them," he added
with a wicked grin, "so I can always add jewelry if I feel like it. A
memento of my misspent youth." He grinned at Clark's expression.
"You mean to say that you never noticed the piercings? Damn, I'm even
better than I thought if I distracted you that much.
Clark frowned, staring at Lex's bare chest as if his x-ray vision would
reveal to him what his sense of touch hadn't. "I... I guess I didn't
stop to think what they were."
A-any of them? That led to wondering if there were any more Lex hadn't
mentioned, and that led to thoughts of how much fun it would be to
search for them, and, god, if he didn't stop thinking about this, he'd never
get into those pants Lex had bought him!
Nipple, navel, nipple, navel. The choice was too complex, and Clark gave
a helpless shrug as he stared at Lex, his new shirt crushed into a tiny ball
in his fists. "Both?"
"Anything worth doing is worth overdoing, huh?" Lex looked
amused as he rooted around in a box on top of his dresser, his back to
Clark. When he finally turned around again, there was a curved barbell with
onyx tips in his navel and two platinum hoops with a fine chain strung
between them in his nipples.
"You like?" he purred, padding toward Clark, still barefoot.
Taking a step back, the side of the bed stopped Clark, and he sank down
onto it, transfixed by the glinting bits of jewelry adorning Lex's fair
skin. Someone had made those holes in him. Someone had poked some big old
needles through Lex's nipples and his belly button, and Lex had let them,
had maybe even enjoyed it. Without realizing it, Clark licked his dry lips.
"Well, that's quite the reaction. I don't think I've ever seen you
speechless before." Lex stood straddling Clark's legs, smirking down at
him, then sat down on his lap, arms looping around the teenager's neck.
"Should I assume that means you like 'em?"
"They're..." Reaching up, Clark traced a fingertip over the
thin chain connected to the two hoops, wanting very much to repeat the
maneuver with his tongue but not quite daring to. "Yeah, I like them. A
Lex shivered as the touch caught at the chain, tugging on the rings and
sending a familiar shot of lust straight to his groin. He practically shot
off Clark's lap, backing away rapidly. "Okay, no more of that or we'll
never get out of here," he said huskily. "Your turn to get
That suggestion resulted in a pained laugh. "Maybe I should go stand
under some cold water first," Clark suggested as he stood and began to
carefully remove his clothing, having found that too hurried movement in his
condition only resulted in aches that even his super-healing couldn't fix.
That much temptation was more than Lex could take, and before even Clark
could blink, he was on his knees in front of the younger man, Clark's cock
down his throat, sucking hungrily.
"Jesus, Lex!" Taken unaware, Clark struggled for balance,
almost collapsing back onto the bed before resting his hands on Lex's
God, oh god, supposed to be getting changed, everyone outside, might
hear, but mouth, and teeth, and tongue, and Lex... Giving a strangled
cry, Clark came, his whole body jerking with the force of his orgasm.
Lex suckled hungrily until the last spasm had passed, then licked him
clean before standing up and kissing him, letting him taste himself in his
mouth. "Sorry, love, but... well, no, I'm not."
His expression still dazed, it took a moment for Clark to respond, but
when he did, it was with a smile. "Somehow I thought that might be the
case." He reached out, cupping Lex's cock through the supple leather.
"Can I return the favor?"
Groaning and arching into Clark's hand, Lex bit his lip before he could
speak without whining. "That wasn't what I had in mind, but... oh god!
Super speed had its advantages, and Clark put them to good use, backing
Lex against a wall, undoing and lowering his pants, slowing just enough not
to cause a friction burn, and taking his cock into his mouth all in under a
second. He might have just come, but the need was still there, the need to
touch and taste and just lose himself in Lex - something he knew they didn't
have time for right now, but he'd make do.
The sudden hot, wet, grasping heat around his cock made Lex cry out, only
the fist he'd stuffed against his mouth saving them from embarrassment. He
thought he might have slammed his head against the wall, but the only thing
he was really sure of was that Clark was apparently trying to suck his
brains out through his dick and doing a damn fine job of it! After all the
teasing of the day, it didn't take long before he was uttering garbled cries
of ecstasy and coming hard into his lover's mouth.
Panting, waiting until Lex relaxed, slumping back against the wall, Clark
rocked back onto his knees, his hands still stroking Lex's haunches and down
over his thighs to his pants. "Maybe we'll survive the evening,
now," he murmured, trying to keep his voice steady but not quite
achieving that effect.
"Hurry up, you two!" Chloe called from out in the hall.
"I'm ready, and Pete's pouting because he doesn't get to whip Clark's
butt in some stupid game."
"So much for the afterglow," Lex muttered, but he was smiling.
"Come on, Kent, get dressed. Don't you know you should never keep a
"Quit groping each other and get out here!" Chloe yelled.
"Five minutes, guys, or I swear I'm coming in after you!"
"She would too, wouldn't she?" Lex laughed. "Just leave
the camera behind!" he yelled back, causing dead silence for a moment.
Clark could hear his friends laughing in the living room, and he had to
join in, imagining any of their faces if they had walked in just a few
moments before. "She would," he agreed, getting to his feet and
tilting Lex's mouth up for a kiss that tasted like both of them.
"Now tuck yourself in so that I can get dressed, and maybe we'll
make it out of here before they do decide to break down the door."
Lex pulled him back for a more thorough kiss, then stepped away to let
him dress while making himself decent once more, then digging out a pair of
shoes from his closet.
"Ready?" he asked as he turned to face Clark, then stilled.
"God, you look amazing," he whispered, eyes running over him
hungrily. "Every person there is going to hate me for having you."
"Somehow I think it'll be the other way around." A quick dip of
his eyes encompassed the collar, nipple and navel rings. All in all, Lex
epitomized the word sexy. "Either way, their tough luck since they
aren't getting either of us."
"Shoes, shoes, shoes!" Chloe had started a chant to which Pete
added the counter-part, "Food, food, food!"
"We'd better go." Clark kissed Lex again. "Save me a
"More than one," Lex promised then opened the door to brave the
"It's about time!" Chloe said, expressing what Pete wasn't
brazen enough to say. "What could..." Her voice died away and her
jaw dropped as she got a good look at first Lex, then Clark. "So
"Geez, I didn't get a reaction like that," Pete grumped,
though he was surprised at how good Clark looked, Lex too.
"I dunno, maybe because she was saving the praise until we all got
here? I think you look pretty good - for you," Clark grinned.
"Gee, thanks," Pete shot back, sticking his tongue out.
"Behave, guys," Chloe warned. "You all look great. Thanks,
Lex." She suddenly kissed his cheek and then pretended nothing had
happened, blushing. "Now can we go do the last of our shopping please?
These shoes so don't go with this outfit."
Startled, Lex stared at her, but the small sign of acceptance--for
Clark's sake, of course--secretly pleased him. "I'm ready whenever you
"You look terrific," Clark added, realizing that no one had
complimented Chloe, who really did look great. Somehow he thought they might
spend more of their evening protecting her from would-be suitors than
"Can we go eat now? Please?" Clark and Pete asked the question
in unison from where they were slumped in the trendy but uncomfortable
chairs, watching Chloe try on her tenth pair of shoes. They'd picked theirs
out already, but Lex was really getting into it as well and was encouraging
"Oh, be quiet!" Chloe growled, glaring at them. "What do
you think, Lex? These are comfortable, but I'm not quite sure they're the
right look for this dress." She stood up and twirled around, frowning
at her reflection.
Ignoring Clark for once, Lex eyed the shoes as well. "Noooo,"
he said slowly. "You're right. They just don't fit... try the silver
ones again," he suggested, pointing to a pair of shoes that were
nothing but heels and straps. "Or are those the ones that hurt?"
"No, the platform heel is comfortable." Chloe slipped the shoes
in question back on and checked them in the mirror. "Hmmm, I think
Lex nodded. "Take the flat ones too. We can leave them in the limo,
and you can change to them if your feet get too sore. You never know with
"You never know with new shoes," Clark repeated seriously to
Pete, causing them both to crack up again and earning them glares from the
"You try wearing heels for a few hours and see if you're still
laughing," Chloe growled, glaring daggers at the two fools.
Lex simply turned his back on them and let the weary salesgirl know that
they'd made their decisions, the platinum card appearing once more to pay
for the shoes and the matching evening bag for Chloe that he spotted.
"Oh, Lex... thank you!" Chloe couldn't believe this. She
remembered how amazed Clark had been that she'd bought a dress for prom, and
here was Lex who was actually treating her like a girl; it was a nice
"It was my pleasure." And to Lex's own surprise, it really was.
He found that he liked Chloe for herself... if only she wasn't so damn
inquisitive, making her a danger to Clark's secret.
"Does that mean we can leave now, Imelda and Imelda Jr.?" Pete
asked, though his eyes were on Chloe's legs and how long the heels made them
look. If only they didn't make her taller then he was too...
Ignoring Pete entirely, Lex offered Chloe his arm and led her out of the
store to the waiting limo, though he did check to make sure that Clark was
following. "Perfect timing. I made the reservations at the restaurant
for nine, and we'll get there just a little before that."
"So we won't have long to wait, great." Chloe hated waiting in
crowded restaurant lobbies, which all seemed to have been designed to make
people as uncomfortable as possible.
"Wait?" Lex stared at her. "Right, not long at all."
He wondered what it was like to have to wait for a table. When he got to a
restaurant, no matter what time he'd reserved for, if he'd reserved at all,
there was always a table ready for him.
Still snickering with Pete about the shoe expedition, Clark slid down
onto the seat next to Lex, reaching out to take his hand once the driver
closed the door behind them. "So, where are we going to eat?"
"Lemarvin Bistro," Lex replied, enjoying the expressions on
their faces. It was the in restaurant for upper class youth, had been
for years. "It was one of my favorites a few years back, and I still
enjoy going when I can. Besides, it's not far from Transience. Most of the
people there will be heading over to the club afterward. It's just part of
"Wow, I thought you had to reserve way ahead to get in there,"
Chloe said, impressed. "I guess being a Luthor has its perks,
huh." She ignored Pete's sour expression.
"Actually, it has more to do with the owner being a friend."
Lex shrugged. "That and the fact that I go probably a couple times a
"Business or pleasure?" Clark asked before he had time to
"Ooo, the little green-eyed monster rears his head..." Chloe
whispered to Pete.
"For the food, although we fucked a few times years ago. We made
better friends than lovers though, and he's been with the same guy for
almost two years now." Lex turned to face Clark, blue eyes searching
green. "I'm only interested in one person for pleasure, Clark."
That really wasn't the answer Clark had wanted to hear, and though he
supposed he should be glad that Lex was being honest with him, he wasn't.
"Sorry, shouldn't have asked," he muttered, trying to shake off
the mood and mostly succeeding.
"I won't lie to you, Clark," Lex warned softly, the other two
in the car momentarily forgotten. "You know I have a history, and I was
wild in my teens. I fucked most of the people I knew and a lot that I
didn't," he said crudely, wanting to make his point. "But I never
loved any of them. The closest I came was Victoria, and that was more being
in love with the idea of being in love. Until you. You're the only person
I've ever made love with."
"Oh." Feeling suddenly very ashamed, Clark ducked his head even
as he drew Lex closer to him, curling himself around the older man as much
as possible. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid thing to say, but thank you
for telling the truth; I'd rather find things out from you than from someone
Pete was looking uncomfortable again and was watching the scenery out the
window with almost obsessive interest while Chloe smiled tenderly.
Lex nodded and kissed him lightly, trying not to make the other teenagers
uncomfortable. Since he was already halfway there, he shifted until he was
comfortably sprawled across Clark's lap, his arms resting atop his lover's.
"Much better," he said happily. "Pity we're almost at the
Chloe snapped a picture of them, using the digital camera she'd brought
into the limo. Seeing their expressions, she laughed. "Don't worry,
guys, I'm not planning to bring it into the club. I just had a feeling that
there might be a few more photo ops along the way."
"Why do I have the feeling that we're going to be buying you a lot
of new memory cards for that thing?" Clark asked, his relief making him
"Because you don't want to be the headline story for the
Torch?" Pete asked, innocently.
Suddenly picturing the Torch with a rainbow banner and pink triangles
above a photograph of him and Clark, Lex snorted out a laugh. "As long
as we don't end up on the Wall of Weird."
"Nah, you're not nearly weird enough for that," Chloe laughed.
"Although I'm thinking of starting another wall for pin up boys."
She smiled toothily, making Lex laugh again.
"If you leave me off of it, my feelings are going to be seriously
hurt," Pete stated before laughing when Chloe took a shot of him.
"Just so long as there are no weird altars to any of us, pin us
up," Clark added, shaking his head at the memory of Amy's crush on Lex
and what her brother had done to try and make it real.
Lex shuddered at the reminder. "Only in Smallville," he
muttered, slouching a little more so he could rest his head against Clark's
shoulder. "But you'll have to get a good shot of Clark in this outfit
if you're doing that. It actually does him justice." He unconsciously
petted Clark, a hand gliding over the smooth mesh of his shirt.
"Here we go, dissing my clothes again." Clark's tone may have
been aggrieved, but his grin gave him away.
"Well, there's so much about them to dis--" Pete began, ducking
when Clark aimed a half-hearted smack in his direction.
"Boys! Behave!" Chloe laughed, smacking them both but stopping
short of including Lex in that. "I think we're here."
"Yes, the car stopping is a pretty good clue," Lex replied
dryly, his usual sarcasm rising to the fore, but he smiled at her as he said
it. Reluctantly, he slid off Clark's lap and got out of the limo, then
waited as the others joined him. "Okay, folks, here we go!"
For that, Chloe did smack Lex, and Clark didn't raise a hand in his
"God, I want dessert, but I'm stuffed." Staring at the plate in
front of him, his mother's admonishments to finish his meals ringing in his
ears, Clark gave up. He'd never seen so much food in one place before, not
that the servings were large, but the sheer variety of it all. Thank god
he'd gotten a taste of this kind of food at Lex's, or he'd really have felt
Chloe was watching him with awe. "I really can't believe you
actually ate all that. Maybe you should be on the Wall of Weird after all!
Geez, all the stories about teenage boys are true after all."
"They have good appetites," Lex said blandly, his expression
Pete just about choked on his soda at hearing that. "TMI, man,"
he muttered, shaking his head.
"It would have been rude not to," Clark shrugged, wondering how
much give there was in his pants and hoping the leather stretched a little
or he was going to be having a serious problem when it came time to move.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. That was the whole idea. And now we can
just have some coffee--cappuccino when I actually ask for cappuccino!--and
relax for a bit before we go. It's still too early to hit the club."
Without even realizing he was doing it, he covered one of Clark's hands with
his own, linking their fingers.
"Coffee does sound good," Chloe agreed even though she'd eaten
the least of any of them. "And once again, thank you, Lex."
"You're welcome... and let's just take the thanks as given, okay?
You really don't need to thank me for every single thing."
Early? Clark glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost
eleven. This was early in Metropolis? Guess it went with sleeping with - no,
fucking whomever you pleased and getting needles poked into parts of your
body that he didn't want to think of, well, unless it was Lex looking like
he did now.
"So we should send you a note when we get home?" Pete asked,
trying to maintain a serious expression.
Lex laughed. "Only if you're trying to impress your parents. It's
not like this is torture for me, you know. And I'm definitely getting
something out of it too."
"We noticed," Chloe, replied blandly before giggling when Clark
turned bright red.
Taking pity on Clark's embarrassment, Lex turned the conversation to more
general topics, and they chatted until they were done with their coffee.
"All right, everybody ready to go?" Lex rose to his feet,
feeling himself start to turn on as he got into the clubbing mindset.
"It's party time."
Chloe got up eagerly, looking forward to this. She could hardly wait to
tell everyone at school about this... and her old friends in Metropolis were
going to turn green when she wrote them about it. "Yes!"
"Far be it from me to stand in the way of a woman and a club,"
"Or shoes!" That earned Pete another smack, and he winced
theatrically. "Such abuse!"
"Watch it or I swear I'll stuff you in the trunk," Chloe warned
darkly. "What do you say, Lex, wanna run away with me?" Lex
chuckled. "Someone might have something to say about that."
"Someone might catch you before you go two feet," Clark
"You stuff me in the trunk, I'll tell Lex how you stuffed your bra
in seventh grade!" Pete added.
"Pete!" Chloe turned redder than even Clark had ever managed,
squawked, and smacked her former friend.
"Don't worry about it," Lex advised, an arm around Clark's
waist. "Considering how you look now, no one would care." He shook
his head at Pete pityingly, already knowing Chloe well enough to know that
when the young man least expected it, he would pay for that comment.
"And as for you," he glanced at Clark out the corner of his
eye, "sounds like you want a leash to go with the collar."
"It depends on how you behave." Clark's eyes sparkled, and he
ran a hand up the back of Lex's shirt to tug on his collar.
Pete was pleading with Chloe to forgive him, probably out of a sense of
self-preservation, but it didn't seem to be working too well.
Giving the other teenager a look that promised retribution, Chloe moved
up to Lex's side and took hold of his free arm. "Behave for a few
minutes, guys, at least long enough to get inside."
Lex shot her a grin, and then looked back at Clark. "Getting dommy
on me, Kent? It's kind of hot," he teased, licking Clark's chin.
"But you heard the lady; it's time to go inside. Come on, Pete,"
he called, looking back. "This is no time to get lost."
Neither Clark nor Pete noticed much about the trip into the club, other
than there was a long line that they didn't have to stand in, bouncers who
didn't card them, and a lot of people scowling at them. Clark was
concentrating too hard on not thinking about what Lex had just said, and
Pete was too concerned about when and how Chloe was going to get him back.
A table opened up as if by magic once they reached the upper level, and
Clark sank gratefully to the horseshoe-shaped bench seat, looking up when a
waitress appeared, also as if by magic. Maybe it was magic - Luthor magic.
"Any chance of getting a beer?" Pete asked, glancing at Lex,
then at his friends.
"One beer," Lex said emphatically. He wasn't
hypocritical enough to forbid underage drinking, but he wasn't going to let
them get drunk when they were technically in his care. "Two hours
between drinks," he instructed the waitress, knowing his orders would
be passed on. "I'll have scotch, my usual. Clark, Chloe?"
Deciding to live dangerously, Chloe ordered a pink lady. She had no idea
what was in it, but she liked the name.
"Just a Coke, thanks." Clark really didn't know what would
happen if he got drunk, didn't even know if he could get drunk
considering the time that he and Pete had swiped a container of hard cider
from the cellar and drank it down. Pete had ended up puking his guts out,
but Clark had merely felt a little disconnected.
Nearly at a loss as to which beer to order and doubting the club had the
swill they drank when they were out at the lake, Pete froze.
"And a Guinness for Mr. Ross," Lex said smoothly.
The waitress nodded and vanished.
"It's one of the better dark ales, but speak up if you don't like
it. We can try other types till we find one you like."
Lex was pressed against Clark from shoulder to knee and loving every
second of it, but he was trying to restrain himself so as not to embarrass
Clark's friends... although he was starting to think that Chloe might be
more turned on than embarrassed.
Chloe managed to stay patient until the waitress brought their drinks,
but after everyone had taken their first sip, Pete apparently deciding that
the ale was to his liking, she grinned at the three men.
"So? Who's going to ask me to dance first?"
"I rather think that qualifies as you asking, but sure," Lex
chuckled, standing up. She wasn't his first choice of dance partners, but
maybe if they danced with her now, someone else would notice and keep her
busy for the rest of the night so he and Clark could concentrate on each
"I'm next," Clark called out, though he didn't specify which of
them he was talking about."
Lex heard Clark's call and smiled, then had to wonder if he'd meant him
"Don't frown, I'm pretty sure he was talking to you," Chloe
said, moving in front of Lex as they found a clear spot on the dance floor.
For some reason how good a dancer he was surprised her, but she was enjoying
herself with him. "Pity Clark got you first."
Lex appeared momentarily startled and then an open smile curved his lips.
"I'd never keep up with you, Chloe... but if not for Clark, I might be
tempted to try."
Pete watched Lex lead Chloe down the stairs and out onto the dance floor
and took a drink. "Don't you even think about asking me, got it?"
he asked, giving Clark a look that hinted at sudden death if that happened.
"I know how you dance; you think I want broken feet?"
Pete scowled at Clark, but his expression turned uncomfortable.
"You're really going to dance with him? Clark, that's so... so--"
"Gay?" Clark asked, his smile vanishing as he studied Pete
seriously. "Well, that's what I am, I guess, or bi anyway."
"God, Clark, he's a Luthor! How could you..." He glared
from his friend to the man dancing with Chloe. "Look what his father
did to my family, to Smallville.
"Besides, do you really want everyone at school thinking of you as
queer? Geez, Clark, I'm on the team!"
"Excuse me for fucking with your rep!" Clark drained his Coke,
glaring at Pete. "So you're worried that if it gets out about me and
Lex, that the guys will think you're a fag too?"
"Jesus, that's it, isn't it? It's not about me or the fact that Lex
is a god-forsaken Luthor; it's about what problems this might cause
Pete looked more and more horrified as Clark grew angrier, and the worst
part was that he couldn't entirely deny it.
"Clark... I... Fuck!" Pete took a huge gulp of his beer.
"Look, yeah, I don't want everyone to cut me dead when I'm finally
getting to be one of the popular guys, but what about you?
"You're going to let Luthor fuck you for a while, you'll be totally
out in school, and then what're you going to do when the billionaire goes
back to Metropolis? He's different, Clark."
Clark's gaze grew troubled at that, but only for a second. "First of
all, I don't let him fuck me; I want him to just like he wants me to fuck
him, and want to know why? Because we love each other. If that makes me
totally out, well, maybe it'll also show me who my real friends are.
"As for Lex, when he goes back to Metropolis, we'll work it
Pete opened his mouth to say something else, but when he met the resolute
expression in the green eyes, he knew that if he pushed this any further,
he'd be less a friend. "I hope so, Clark, for your sake." And
remembering some of the looks between the two, he realized that maybe it was
"I can take care of myself, Pete," Clark said quietly, hoping
that indeed was true.
He raised his head and looked out toward the dance floor. Watching Lex
and Chloe dancing, Clark tried not to be jealous. It was stupid; Chloe was
one of his best friends and Lex was his boyfriend, but he couldn't help
himself, especially when the crowd out there pushed them together, and many
of the other dancers seemed to be eyeing Lex hungrily.
The waitress returned, and deciding to test whether he really could get
drunk or not, Clark ordered a rum and Coke, downing the rest of Lex's scotch
while he waited for his own drink.
"Hey, you sure you should be doing that?" Pete asked, frowning
"Don't worry, if anything happens, Lex will take care of it."
"Yeah, but he's being pretty cool about buying us drinks at all.
Getting drunk and getting him in trouble would be shitty." Pete might
not like the guy, but he had to be fair. "Besides, I thought you had...
plans, and that won't work if you're too drunk." He couldn't believe he
was saying this, but Clark was pretty strong. He'd be hard to keep out of
trouble if he got drunk.
The waitress returned with his drink, and Clark tossed it back, grimacing
a little at the taste. "Gee, Pete, I thought you didn't like Lex.
What's next? You wanting to dance with him too?"
"As if!" Pete punched him in the shoulder, making a disgusted
face. Then he spotted a woman sitting at a table on the other side of the
dance floor, and his whole face lit up. "See ya, Clark!" And he
was gone, beer in hand.
Lex noticed Pete as he passed not too far away, and he glanced back to
check on Clark. He was surprised to find a frowning gaze fixed on him and
Chloe and wondered what had caused it.
"Clark's on his own back there. Mind if we cut this dance
Chloe started to agree when another guy cut between her and Lex, smiling
down at her. "Actually, Lex, I'll catch you later."
Laughing, Lex headed back for the table and Clark, sliding in beside him.
"Looks like it's just you and me now... finally."
"Have fun out there?" Clark was pissed, and he really couldn't
say why. It wasn't rational, but what about this whole thing was rational?
He was a fifteen- (soon to be sixteen, thank god) year-old super-powered
alien from some unknown world sent to Earth for some unknown purpose, raised
by a couple of farmers in Kansas and who now was sleeping with the heir to
one of the largest fortunes in the world.
That pretty much defined irrational, so maybe it was okay to act like
this. To act pissed because he'd seen the way the club kids watched Lex as
he'd walked with Chloe out onto the dance floor. The knowing 'had him,
enjoyed him, ready to do it again' looks that had him on the edge of his
seat and ready to commit mayhem in a public place. Okay, maybe he could get
drunk, because he definitely wasn't feeling normal, and that was the only
thing he could pin it on: Lex's scotch and his damn rum and Coke.
The tone of Clark's question had Lex's eyebrows rising, and he turned to
face Clark, even more surprised when he smelled the alcohol on his breath.
Reaching for his own drink, he frowned when he found the glass empty.
Searching silvery-blue eyes rose to meet Clark's gaze. "Okay, love,
what's wrong? I left you laughing less than ten minutes ago, and now you've
apparently had two drinks and are angry about something. What gives?"
"They were..." Clark clenched his jaw, almost unable to say the
words. "Watching you, like they knew you." He turned his
dark gaze toward the dance floor, staring hard at one couple in particular
because they had both looked at Lex a little too intimately.
Lex really didn't know what to say; it still surprised him when Clark
evidenced jealousy since no one had ever felt like that about him before.
"I... They probably did. But I'm here with you, and I love you.
I wish I could wipe out the past for you, Clark, but I can't." Not
caring who was watching, he turned, half kneeling on the seat with a hand on
Clark's shoulder for balance, and kissed him.
Desperate hands grabbed at Lex, circling his back and pulling him closer
while Clark assaulted the older man's mouth, proving to himself that all he
could taste there was Lex and himself and the scotch, and... Better, this
was better. They could look, but they'd better not touch, or they might find
themselves pulling back a bloody stump because this was Metropolis; this
kind of thing probably happened every day.
Still breathing heavily, Clark opened his eyes, chagrin mixing with the
lingering anger, slowly winning out in the battle of emotions. "I don't
want you to wipe out the past," he finally whispered. "It's what
makes you you. I just... Dance with me?" Normally this would
have been the last thing Clark would have suggested; he just needed the
other people to know that they'd better stay away from Lex tonight.
"You're the only one I do want to dance with." Lex slid back
off the seat, keeping hold of Clark's hand as he did, then led him out onto
the dance floor. Unlike when he'd danced with Chloe, with Clark he pressed
close, arms around his lover, bodies molded together from chest to knees.
As they started to move to the music, Lex gasped as the chain suspended
from his nipple rings caught in the mesh of Clark's shirt with every
movement, tugging at his sensitive flesh. If he wasn't careful, he might
just come right there on the dance floor before the night was done!
Relaxing into and against Lex, Clark let himself move to the music, his
limbs acquiring a fluidity that he'd never experienced at any of the high
school dances he'd gone to, simply because all he was concentrating on was
His arms were around Lex's shoulders, one hand stroking the back of his
head and the other the smooth leather of his collar, and Lex was his,
damnit! Who cared about what had happened before; now was all that mattered.
"I'm sorry," he sighed, leaning in to rub his face against Lex's.
"Don't know what happened, I was just so... mad..."
Lex's hands cupped Clark's ass as they moved to the music. "Well,
honestly, Clark, it turns me on to know you're possessive of me," he
admitted, grinding his erection into Clark's groin. "Just so long as
you don't start thinking I'm going to leave you or something."
"I wasn't worried about you, just them..." It didn't make any
sense, even to himself, so Clark gave up trying to explain it and
concentrated on the way Lex was moving against him. God, how did people keep
from getting arrested dancing like this? "And... it does?" The
answer was pretty obvious as it was poking him in the hip, and he grinned.
"Smartass." Lex shook his head sadly. "What is today's
youth coming to?" He could feel Clark's hardness against him, and he
was seriously considering dragging him off to the men's room. He didn't know
if it was the collar or Clark's jealousy or what, but tonight he wanted to
give up all control and give himself to Clark. Moaning softly, he pressed
closer, one hand rising to press Clark's into the collar.
"I don't know, but I like whatever it is," Clark rasped. His
fingers skittered from the black leather to Lex's throat and back,
scratching lightly at the two different textures. His head dipped lower, and
then he was mouthing the flesh just above the collar, nipping and sucking at
it until the reddish bruise stood out in contrast to the dark hide and fair
Shivering, Lex's head fell back, giving Clark full access to his throat,
and he clung to his lover for support. Somehow they were still dancing--or
at least shuffling in place to the music--but Lex was barely aware of it.
All that he was conscious of was Clark and the lust surging through his
"Mine, mine, mine, mine," Clark chanted, dragging his lips
along the heated flesh and beginning to go to work on the other side of
Lex's neck. He worked one hand between them, catching and experimentally
tugging at the chain between Lex's nipple piercings, and - oh my god - if he
thought Lex had been hot before, he was an inferno now.
Lex let out a cry that was thankfully drowned out by the music, and his
entire body shook when Clark pulled at the chain. It was as if it was
connected straight to his groin--and maybe when they got back to the
apartment Lex would do just that, showing Clark some of his other piercings.
"Oh god," he rasped, blind silver eyes staring up at the
ceiling as Clark drove him out of his mind. One leather-clad leg rose to
curl around Clark's hip, pulling him even closer, and he gave up all
pretense of dancing.
Definite buzz now, enough that Clark didn't care that they were out in
public, didn't care that his friends were somewhere nearby, only cared about
hearing Lex make that needy sound again and feeling his response.
"Like that?" he whispered into Lex's ear before licking the
small lobe and sucking it into his mouth. "Want me to do it
"Yes!" Lex raised his head to stare avidly at Clark, lips
parted as he panted, the tip of his tongue moistening them while he rubbed
Several people watched with interest, amazed to see Lex Luthor
practically begging for it in the middle of the dance floor. He hadn't
allowed anyone to dominate him in years, and yet right now it looked like he
would let the stranger fuck him right there.
Grinning like he'd just been given the best present ever, Clark hooked a
finger around the thin chain and tugged on it, pulling it tight every time
Lex ground against him until he wasn't sure who was leading and who was
following in that particular dance; all he knew was that it felt damn good
and he was dying to be in Lex.
Wondering what was going on on the other part of the dance floor because
it seemed to be drawing a lot of interest, Chloe let her partner pull her
closer to the action.
"Mmm, wonder where Luthor found that one and if there are any more
there," she heard one woman murmur to another and groaned. Clark and
Lex, it had to be. She stood on tiptoe, looking for Pete to try and help her
get their friends out of the spotlight, but what she saw instead of him sent
her heart plummeting.
A camera. One of the people in the inner circle had a camera, and it was
trained on Clark and Lex.
Lex was vaguely aware of their audience, but he really didn't care. All
he wanted was for Clark to keep touching him, keep teasing him. He let his
leg slide back down so they could 'dance' a bit more, then worked the other
one up around Clark's hip, whimpering almost soundlessly as their cocks
His head had fallen back again as Clark tugged on the platinum chain,
making his back arch, when a sudden flash of light brought his head up
sharply to look to one side.
"Wha?" Clark lifted his head from the older man's throat in
confusion. Did Lex really want to do that out here? He may
have been buzzed, but that was a little much...
There was a flash, that made him blink, and suddenly Chloe and Pete were
there, acting as a human barricade.
"I think you guys are attracting a bit too much attention,"
Chloe hissed while glaring over her shoulder at the crowd.
"I think the term is 'get a room if you don't want to be in the
paper'!" Pete added.
Before Lex could do anything, and he definitely would have taken care of
it to protect Clark, the guy had disappeared into the crowd and made his
escape. "Damnit! He got away. Fuck! We'd better hope that he figures he
can get more for it as blackmail material than from one of the gossip
rags." Lex glared after the vanished man, everyone in the path of his
gaze melting away, suddenly finding a need to be elsewhere, then sighed and
turned back to Clark.
"No reason to let it spoil our night though since there's nothing we
can do about it. Though maybe we should turn the heat down a little."
"Blackmail? Oh, god, Lex, I'm sorry." Clark's expression
crumpled in misery before he forced himself to recover. Letting the jerk get
to him would ruin everyone's night, but, man, if he ever got his hands on
that guy or his camera...
"I see a lot of groups dancing; how about we all stick
together?" Chloe asked, insinuating herself between Clark and Lex to
try and act as insulation between them.
Lex gave her a dirty look, but he had to admit, if only to himself, that
she had the right idea. He and Clark were still too new to be trusted in
public since they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. At least
he could be amused by Pete's transparent attempts to keep both Clark and
Chloe between himself and Lex.
"Hold that thought, love. We'll continue it later." He leaned
around Chloe to kiss Clark lightly.
"Later, yeah." The crowd around them slowly dispersed, and
while Clark tried to enjoy dancing with his friends, it wasn't quite the
same as it had been before they were interrupted. Pete and Chloe kept up a
running line of chatter, yelling to be heard over the music, and both were
hoarse by the time they decided to call it quits for the evening.
Lex had never been so grateful to leave a club in his life. He didn't
care how rude it was; he pushed Clark into the limo first and followed after
him, leaving Pete and Chloe to follow. By the time they made inside, he was
already sitting in Clark's lap, kissing him as hungrily as if they'd been
apart for a decade.
"Is there any way I can sit up front?" Pete moaned from where
he was poised, half in and half out of the limo.
"And leave me alone with them back here? Not a chance!" Chloe
grabbed him by the arm and yanked him inside.
"Lex..." Clark really wasn't up to protesting, though he tried
to contain his boyfriend's actions by wrapping his arms around Lex and
holding him still. "Pictures, remember?" The limo door was still
open, and all they needed was some other jerk taking photos of them, though
if anyone did, their camera was going to be history.
The driver shut the door behind Pete, and Lex shrugged. "One way
glass. Besides, he already got a picture, so one more or less isn't really
going to matter. If my choices are kissing you and having my picture taken
or not kissing you and no picture, guess which I choose?"
Clark opened his mouth to respond, but Chloe and Pete beat him to it.
"Kissing him," they chorused, so Clark shrugged and did as they
suggested, brushing his lips against Lex's while Chloe watched and Pete
pointedly looked the other way.
"Don't worry, I'm not planning to jump you right here in front of
your friends," Lex murmured, nibbling and sucking on Clark's adam's
apple. "I'll just... make myself comfortable till we get back to the
"And have me jumping you if you keep that up," Clark muttered.
He let his head rest on the leather seat and, though tempted to shut his
eyes, kept them open, giving his friends a 'what can I do?' expression as
"You make a cute couple," Chloe said, snickering. "If you
do get that picture, I'd love to get a copy."
Lex twisted around to glare at her but, meeting her unrepentant gaze, had
to grin. "I'll have it framed for you."
"What?" The idea that Chloe might have a picture of him and Lex
looking like--god, like something out of a porn video--was distressing to
say the least. "You're kidding, right?"
"Why? We looked damn good tonight, Clark. And I certainly wouldn't
mind a reminder; I enjoyed it. I just don't want you embarrassed."
"Yeah, you guys were sizzling," Chloe chimed in. "That's
definitely one for the pin up wall."
"That's it!" Pete started banging on the divider between the
passenger area and the driver. "Let me up there, or I'm going to walk
the rest of the way!"
"Oh, stop it!" Chloe smacked Pete's arm, giving him a dirty
look. "You don't start grabbing for exits when Lana and Whitney coo at
each other... although that I would understand! So stop trying to make Lex
and Clark feel guilty for wanting to be together."
Lex wondered if Chloe would prefer a red or black Porsche.
Looking out the window to avoid blushing at the look Pete was giving him,
Clark spotted the familiar sign of the golden arches. "Hey, Mickey D's!
Can we go through the drive-through?"
"Fries?" Pete asked, suddenly looking a bit more interested in
"Mmmm, sounds good. What's a night out if you don't end it with
greasy fast food?" Lex pressed the intercom to let the driver know
their plans, and the limo turned toward the drive-through. "And a
"Chocolate here!" Chloe added, while Clark and Pete added their
orders for food and drinks, orders that ended up being a lot more
substantial than fries.
By the time they pulled out of the drive-through, laden down with paper
bags and drink trays, Clark was holding a fry in front of Lex's mouth,
teasing him with it.
Lex stared from the offered fry to Clark's lips, and his eyes grew
heavy-lidded as he leaned forward and delicately nibbled at it. He worked
his way up it until he could draw the fingers into his mouth, sucking every
bit of grease and salt off them.
"I'm never going to be able to look at fries the same way
again," Pete muttered in Chloe's ear, though he was growing morbidly
fascinated by the display going on in front of them. Who would have thought
Clark had it in him! Of course, that led to a visual that he just
really didn't want to consider, and he winced.
Clark sat there, eyes half closed, breath hitching in his chest, while
Lex fellated his fingers, feeling the warmth of his earlier buzz coming back
even though he hadn't had anything to drink for hours. Reaching up with his
free hand, he caught the chain strung across Lex's chest and pulled it taut,
feeling the shudder that ran through the older man's body as he did so.
"God!" Lex's back arched, and his fingers clenched in Clark's
shirt, their erections pressed together between them. "Clark,
please!" he moaned, eyes focused feverishly on his lover's.
Chloe didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed that the limo arrived at
the apartment building at that moment. Happy was probably the safer choice
considering she had to look at Clark in the morning and face his parents,
and there was no way she could do that after seeing... whatever they were
going to do.
"Okay, boys, can you hold out for five minutes until we get
upstairs?" A quick glance at Pete told her he was praying they could.
"Come on, let go of each other long enough to get upstairs, then you
can lock your door, and we'll put earplugs in."
Dragging his eyes away from Clark, Lex looked over at the other two.
"Soundproof." He peeled himself away from Clark with as much
enthusiasm as he would if he'd been peeling his own skin from his body.
"Come on," he growled. "This time you're going to finish what
Lex, Chloe and Pete were all out of the limo before Clark could get his
brain to function again, and he tumbled out after them, feeling more like a
lagging puppy than the... whatever he had been who had made Lex Luthor act
Luckily there was an elevator open in the lobby, and Clark spent the ride
up to the penthouse trying to keep his hands off Lex because, as tolerant as
Chloe and, to some extent, Pete, had been, stripping him down and licking
him all over in front of them might be crossing the line.
Or Chloe might want to take pictures.
Clark wasn't sure which disturbed him more.
The moment they got inside the apartment, Lex yelled goodnight over his
shoulder to Pete and Chloe, grabbed Clark by the wrist, and dragged him into
the bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind him and turned to face Clark,
breathing heavily and his tight leather pants showing beyond a doubt that
his arousal had not abated at all. "You'd better be ready to finish
what you started this time."
Shivering, both turned on and frightened by how much Lex wanted
and by how much he needed to be the one to give Lex this, Clark nodded
before placing one hand on Lex's waist and pulling him to him by the chain
across his chest.
The high-pitched whine that drew from Lex was clearly audible this time
without music to mask it, and Lex bit his lip, almost uneasy at how much he
needed Clark. This really wasn't his usual thing... but then what was usual
about his relationship with Clark? His hands curled around Clark's arms,
waiting to see what he would do.
"Take your shirt off," Clark whispered, all the while chanting
to himself, You can do this, you can do this. It wasn't that he
didn't want Lex. God, that was the problem itself: he just wanted to wind
himself around and under and on top of the other man, but tonight... tonight
that wasn't what was needed.
His eyes a lambent silver, Lex stared at Clark, chin rising defiantly as
he challenged him. "Make me." He hooked his thumbs into his
waistband, one hip outthrust, looking like an enticement to sin.
Make me? Green eyes widened for a fraction of a second before
Clark got himself under control again, trying to out-think the most
brilliant mind he knew of. Maybe... Shrugging, he let the chain fall from
his fingertips and stepped back away from Lex, acting as if it was the
easiest thing in the world to do while in fact his body was cursing him
He learned fast. Lex smiled faintly and straightened up as he shrugged
his shirt off, then stood in front of Clark, waiting again. No matter how
much he wanted this, it wasn't in him to simply offer up his soft underside.
God, Clark thought, this would be so much easier if he didn't have to
think, but maybe... There was a decanter of liquor on the dresser, probably
brought in this morning by whoever cleaned the place up for Lex and his
guests. Leaving the older man standing where he was, Clark walked over to
it, pulled out the crystal stopper, and took a gulp, though the effect was
somewhat squandered when he almost choked on the burn.
Lex moved closer to kiss him, savoring the mingled flavors of Clark and
fine brandy. "Mmmm, I may never enjoy my brandy straight again."
He rubbed against Clark, gasping when the chain again caught in the mesh of
the shirt, tugging at his tender nipples.
"That's what it was?" The question drew a smile from Lex, one
Clark returned before setting the bottle back down and raising both hands to
his chest. His thumbs circled over Lex's nipples, following the curve of the
rings threaded through them, then down along the fine links of the chain.
Shivering with each minute shift of the deceptively delicate platinum,
Lex again allowed his head to fall back and let himself fall into the heat
growing inside him. Wanting to forget the interruptions, he raised a leg
around Clark's waist, recreating their position of earlier that night, their
erections rubbing together while he squirmed against his lover.
Unable to keep both hands between them and help support Lex, Clark slid
one out and wrapped his arm around Lex's back, skin to skin, and pulled Lex
even tighter against his chest. Maybe, maybe he could think of this as a
giant game of freeze tag, but instead of touches, he'd use words; it had
worked before, man, had it worked, and suddenly Clark wanted to see Lex like
Raising his head from where he'd been mauling Lex's throat above the
collar, Clark gave the chain a sharp tug to get his attention. He knew he
was blushing, but he managed to keep his voice steady - something that
surprised him. "Take off your pants now, Lex. I want to see all of
Reluctant only because it meant having to move away from Clark long
enough to finish undressing, Lex latched onto his mouth for another
mind-drugging kiss before stepping back. Lower lip caught between his teeth,
chest heaving, eyes never leaving Clark's face, he carefully unfastened the
buttons of his pants, moaning as his fingers brushed his aching erection.
Turning slightly to the side to give Clark a good view of him, he bent
over to peel the leather pants down and kicked them off. Done, he stood up,
again facing Clark directly, wearing only the overflowing black silk thong
in addition to the collar and jewelry.
Crossing his arms over his chest to keep from grabbing Lex and dragging
him closer, Clark backed up until he was leaning against the opposite wall.
"All of it, Lex."
Staring at Clark, sure he could see the hard little nipples through the
mesh of his shirt, it took Lex a moment to register Clark's words. He
moistened his lips again, a shiver running through him as Clark's eyes fixed
on his tongue, then hooked his thumbs under the thong and drew it down,
leaving himself naked. He raised a hand to the collar, a questioning look in
"Not that!" Clark's tone was so sharp it shocked even him, but
the sight of Lex standing there, pale flesh, dark leather and bright
jewelry... it made his gut twist.
"I want..." he paused, swallowing harshly, trying to keep his
voice level, "to see you touch yourself."
"God, Clark..." Lex's voice caught, and he shuddered visibly,
his cock jumping and more precome dripping down the length. He wrapped a
hand around himself, shivering again, and slowly dragged it up and down a
few times. "I'm not..." gasp, "going to be able t-to hold on
very long." He had to lean against the dresser behind him, his legs
barely able to hold him up.
Resisting the urge to crawl over to Lex and lick the length of his
erection, Clark shrugged. "Then I'll just have to get you hard again
before I... fuck you." The last part didn't come out as naturally as
the first, but Clark was proud of himself for simply saying it.
Lex's eyes widened, the blunt phrase ripping through him, and his
erection twitched again. Unable to hold back any longer, he fisted his cock,
hand jerking up and down rapidly, and he wailed Clark's name as he came, his
semen splashing his belly and running down in milky rivulets, only the
dresser behind him holding him up.
Oh god. Clark's own cock was aching, and he rubbed a hand over the soft
leather of his pants, moaning quietly while he watched Lex collapse against
the dresser, all sweat and semen and post-orgasm lethargy. Okay, there were
some things a guy just couldn't resist.
Zipping forward, he was on his knees and licking Lex's come off his body
in the blink of an eye, pausing only to run his tongue over and around the
curved barbell piercing his lover's belly-button.
Whimpering at the stimulation, Lex slumped forward, his hands braced
against Clark's shoulders, his cock still half-hard thanks to the sexy
teenager currently driving him out of his mind. "Bed, please," he
panted, knowing that his knees were going to refuse to support him much
"What if I want you to collapse here?" Clark asked, looking up
at Lex from his kneeling position, his eyes dancing with lust and merriment.
Lex whimpered, and Clark loved that sound, but he capitulated, giving
one long lick up the length of Lex's cock before standing and lifting the
older man into his arms.
"I like you like this," he murmured, walking them both over to
the bed and laying Lex down on the gray and black patterned spread.
"All boneless and relaxed, like the only thing you have to care about
in the world is me."
"You are the only thing I care about," Lex replied,
heavy-lidded eyes opening partially as he smiled up at the still fully
dressed teenager who was staring at him so possessively. Arching his back
slightly to entice Clark to join him, he licked his licks suggestively.
Clark's tongue traced over his own lips in an unconscious mimicry of
Lex's, and he crawled up onto the bed until he was straddling the older man
on his hands and knees, still staring at his mouth. Dark bedspread, dark
leather and mesh and pale, pale Lex skin, shining like a beacon under him.
"You glow," he murmured, dipping his head to lap at a taut
nipple. "You light up the night for me."
As if from a distance, Lex heard a whimper, and he suddenly realized it
was coming from him... and didn't care at all. He arched his back more,
pushing his chest more firmly against Clark's lips, his fingers finding
their way beneath the mesh top to clutch at his lover's hips. He moved
beneath Clark, arousal once again thrumming through him despite his recent
climax, still eager to feel Clark against him.
"Taste so good. I could lick you all night..." Switching his
attention to the other nipple by way of following the sinuous curve of the
chain against Lex's chest, Clark purred. He could feel Lex's hands on his
lower back, and arched up into the pressure before sitting up and feeling
them fall away.
"Now my shirt."
Dear god, Clark wanted him to move? To actually make his
pleasure-softened muscles move in a coordinated manner? Lex shot him a
glance of disbelief, but Clark simply waited. Slowly, every movement
requiring concentrated thought, Lex sat up, his legs still outstretched
between Clark's thighs, and moved clumsy fingers to grasp the hem of the
shirt. He drew it upward, his eyes focusing on the tanned flesh being bared,
and he had to lick at one pebbled nipple as it became exposed. Suddenly
eager, he yanked the shirt the rest of the way off, Clark helping by bending
forward, arms outstretched, until he had tossed the offending garment behind
Clark swayed, ready to lean in and rub himself all over Lex, but there
were still the damn pants to deal with. Straightening up, he caught Lex's
hand and drew it to the waistband of his skin-tight trousers. "Now
Oh yes, the pants, nice as they were, had to go NOW so that Lex could get
to the naked flesh hidden beneath them. Unconsciously licking his lips
again, he managed to get the leather buttons undone with admirable speed
considering his lack of higher brain functions, and he pulled the pants down
as far as they would go in Clark's current position, immediately sliding
down the bed to take Clark's erection into his mouth. As good as that felt,
Clark knew he wasn't going to last at all if Lex began working on him, so he
forced himself to stand, wincing when he lost the heat of Lex's mouth.
"All the way off," he rasped, kicking out of the supple black
loafers they'd picked out earlier in the evening and balancing on the bed,
looking down at Lex, who was prone again.
Who'd have thought that Lex Luthor would be so turned on by lying naked
on his own bed while a half-dressed teenager stood over him? But he was, and
the renewed erection made it impossible to hide even had he wanted to. He
pushed up to kneel in front of Clark, pulling the pants the rest of the way
down and then off first one foot then the other as Clark lifted them for
"You're incredible," he murmured, hands gliding up the muscular
thighs to curve over the mounds of his buttocks, and he leaned in, nuzzling
into the patch of hair at the base of the hard shaft.
If I stopped to think about this, I'd probably die of embarrassment,
Clark told himself before the sight of the hunger in Lex's blue eyes drove
the thought from his mind.
"Lie back down," he murmured, waiting until Lex did just that
before kneeling over him again, bowing his back to lick from just above the
head of Lex's erection to the collar circling his throat. "And stay
"Are you kidding?" Lex demanded incredulously, back arching as
he tried to get closer to Clark. He clenched his fists in the dark cover,
the only way he could prevent himself from reaching for Clark. "Please,
Clark," he purred, trying to make his lover do what he wanted.
"Please what?" Clark asked as he mouthed the lines of Lex's
collar bone, then bit at his shoulder, leaving a pair of red half-moons and
shallow indentations on the fair skin.
"P-please touch me!" Lex thrust upward, his erection
grinding against Clark. "Let me touch you." He was not going to
whimper, he was not... He whimpered.
Settling back on his haunches again, Clark ran his hands down Lex's
chest. Calluses caught on the silvery chain, and Lex writhed under him,
drawing a groan from his throat. "Yes to the first," he whispered.
"No to the second." If Lex touched him now, he'd go off like a
shot, and that was not how he wanted to end the night!
"God, you're trying to kill me!" Lex stared up at him, loving
every moment of this even as it drove him out of his mind. He'd never
trusted anyone enough to give up control like this, and it felt amazingly
freeing. His fists clenched more tightly in the silky bed cover, and he
squirmed, unable to remain still.
"No, just trying to make you feel good..." Shifting so that he
was between Lex's legs, Clark slid his hands under Lex's hips, lifting them
so that he could bite at his flat stomach and tease the warm metal and stone
of his piercing. "You said... others?" Clark rasped, glancing up
and sucking in a breath at the blatant need on Lex's face.
It took Lex a moment to understand Clark's words, his mind having
temporarily relocated farther south. "Yeah, I have a Prince Albert and
a p-pair," he stumbled over the words when Clark mouthed his navel
piercing again, "of scrotum piercings."
"What's a... scrotum piercings?" Clark actually stopped what he
was doing and stared at Lex, shock evident in his wide eyes and gaping
Lex had to laugh even as his body was screaming a protest at Clark no
longer touching him. "A Prince Albert is through the head of my dick,
and yes, scrotum piercings. When they're all linked by chains..." He
Clark had to stop himself from pressing his thighs together and letting
go of Lex to cover his groin with his hands. "Chains?" God, no
way. Even if he could get pierced, which he highly doubted was possible
anyway, through his... there? OW!
His body still thrumming with arousal and nearly doubled over with
laughter: it was one of the odder things Lex had ever felt. He let go of the
covers as he sat up to press a kiss on Clark's mouth. "Told you I was
wild in my teens." He shrugged. "I got them to piss off my father,
but I discovered I really liked them. I'll show you how much some time...
and I can promise that you'll love the Prince Albert."
Clark chuckled a bit warily at that though he was still cringing at the
thought of needles and other sharp things near his crotch. Kissing Lex back,
he leaned forward, pressing the older man back against the bed. "I
guess you'll just have to show me it sometime then, won't you. But for
Determinedly not thinking about just who had put the fresh bottle
of lube in the bedside table, Clark pulled it out and squirted some of it
into his palm before rubbing it over Lex's balls and back between his
Moaning his pleasure, Lex sank back into the haze of lust and love,
letting Clark do what he wanted with him. He struggled to part his legs
more, finally lifting them to twine around Clark's waist, and his hands rose
to his own chest, tweaking the nipples and tugging at the chain connecting
"Can't wait any more..." The sight of Lex playing with himself
like that proved to be too much for Clark, and he whimpered. Pressing his
fingers farther back, he pushed one inside Lex's body, shuddering as the
tight heat surrounded him. He added another once he felt the muscle relax
some, then, as soon as Lex was moving with him, replaced them with his
erection, groaning loudly as he slid in.
"Aaahhhh!" A hoarse cry of satisfaction was torn from Lex's
throat as Clark finally filled him, giving him what he'd been wanting for
hours. He let go of the chain to grab his knees, pulling them back to open
himself still more, wanting Clark even deeper.
"God, Lex. So damn hot... make me crazy..." Clark's words were
interspersed with groans and gasps as he thrust into Lex, each stroke harder
and deeper then the last until he couldn't get closer.
Sounds were coming from Lex, whimpers, whines, pleas, but he didn't hear
them, nor would he have cared if he had. His universe had narrowed to one
fifteen-year-old alien who possessed him utterly, and he never wanted this
moment to end. His eyes had fallen shut, and he forced them open again so he
could watch Clark, see the pleasure contorting his features. "Love
you," he rasped, his body stiffening as the sensations racing along his
nerves drew to a crescendo.
"Say it again." Clark was caught up in the demands of his own
body, but hearing Lex say he loved him was something he never tired of.
Clinging flesh tightened around his erection as he drew back and almost out
of Lex's body, then thrust forward again, feeling his balls draw up closer
to his body as he fought to stave his orgasm off a little longer. One hand
went to Lex's cock and the other to the chain across his chest, and Clark
tugged them both at the same time to feel Lex go wild under him.
Lex screamed wordlessly, his entire body shaking with the force of the
orgasm that ripped through him, and he bucked up against Clark, taking him
as deep as he could go.
When he finally stopped shaking from his own climax, Clark lifted his
bowed head, a somewhat smug grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. Lex
still seemed very out of it, and Clark's smile grew wider. Moving carefully,
he rolled to his back, bringing Lex with him, happily surprised when he
didn't make a sound, just cuddled as close as he could, burrowing his head
under Clark's chin.
Snuggle-bunny Lex was something Clark could really get to like.
"Mmmmmm, I think you killed me," Lex said contentedly, sweaty,
sticky, and happier than he could begin to describe. "I'd love you even
without the amazing sex, but it's definitely a bonus."
Clark chuckled and craned his neck to kiss the top of Lex's head, smiling
when he realized that even his scalp was sweaty. "Glad to hear that -
not the killed part, but the other. I may have to do this again some time; I
like the cuddly side of you."
"Cuddly?!?" Lex sounded mortally offended, and his head
shot up to glare at the smirking teen. "Watch it, Kent, or I'll get really
creative about what you're going to have to do to work off your indenture to
me." He gave him the trademark toothy grin.
"I'm terrified," Clark replied blandly. "And yes, cuddly.
I was actually thinking you were quite the snuggle-bunny and that I really
"Snuggle-bunny?" Lex sputtered, gaping at his clearly deranged
lover. "Oh, you are gonnnnna paaaaay for that!" Lex bared his
teeth in what might be a smile--on a great white--and began plotting his
revenge. But he never moved from his comfortable position atop Clark, and he
laid his head back down on the teen's shoulder.
"Why?" Clark was trying his hardest not to laugh. "I
happen to like bunnies and snuggling with them - did I ever tell you about
my pet rabbit?"
Lex groaned then kissed him, deciding it was the only way to shut him up.
The only problem was that he needed to breathe a lot more than Clark did.
Hmmmm. "Do you actually need to breathe?" he asked, the scientist
in him popping up at unexpected moments.
"I guess." A frown wrinkled Clark's brow as he thought about
it, never having seriously considered the subject before, just having taken
his lungs for granted. "Want me to hold my breath and you can time
"No," Lex laughed. "I just wondered. But I'd rather you
kissed me than running scientific experiments."
"Now there's a first!" Clark tipped his head down and Lex's up
to do as requested though this time he was distracted by the fact that Lex
did have to came back up for air long before he even thought about it.
"You know... this could be fun in the pool."
"Great, another advantage for the alien," Lex teased, not
looking overly concerned. "Just try to keep in mind that I do have to
breathe, okay. Unfortunately." Since Clark seemed a bit distracted, he
started licking his shoulder, then over to his throat.
Sighing, Clark relaxed back to the bed, his head tilted to the side to
allow Lex more access. "I never forget anything about you," he
murmured, stroking a hand over the other man's back.
That got Lex's attention, and he stopped what he was doing to look at
Clark, head cocked slightly. "You mean that literally, don't you? Hmmm,
at least I won't have to worry about you forgetting an anniversary," he
teased lightly, feeling remarkably giddy now.
"Yeah, I do." Clark ducked his head, feeling the familiar flush
stain his cheeks and neck. "And if you want to be precise, today is our
one month, two week, and six day anniversary. Whoops, it's Saturday now,
make that one month, three week anniversary."
"Damn, and me without a gift for you. I'll to make up for that with
something extra-special for our two-month anniversary." Lex propped his
head on his folded arms, just watching Clark, something that was rapidly
becoming his second-favorite activity.
Clark shrugged. "No, you don't. Besides, I got snuggle-bunny Lex for
a gift tonight, and that's even better than Tickle Me Elmo in my book. Oh,
and by the way, if we're talking time since we met, it's nine months, three
weeks and four days." He grinned at that.
"Damn, we wasted eight months," Lex mourned, then gave Clark a
dirty look. "And if you compare me to a Sesame Street character again,
I swear I'll lock you in a room with them and make you read Muppet
"Muppet slash? You'd actually make me read stories about someone
hacking apart Muppets for fun?" Clark look horrified. "Lex, that's
wrong on so many levels."
Lex burst into laughter. "Sorry, no, Clark. Guess you haven't
bothered getting around the parental controls on the net at home, huh? Slash
is stories written about fictional characters having sex with each other.
Same-sex sex. And it can be pretty graphic. Hell, I've learned a thing or
two from it. Though not about the Muppets," he added hastily.
"Oh." Not that Clark hadn't done a little unauthorized surfing
on the computer, he'd just never thought to look for this - or that it even
existed. "That's... cool. But I think you're lying to me about the
Muppets," he added with a grin.
"I wish I were." Lex shuddered. "Someone dared me to read
it, back in my young and stupid days, so I read a whole story. I seriously
considered therapy afterward. It was just wrong."
"God, yes!" The thought of Kermit and Fozzie or Big Bird and
Mr. Snufalupagus... Argh! Clark moaned and turned to his side, hiding his
face in his hands. "I'll never be able to turn on PBS again."
"Ah, something good has finally come of it!" Lex said
gleefully. "If you want to learn about any mating habits, I'll be happy
to demonstrate for you myself."
Clark shook his head violently. "I do not want to know how a frog
and a bear get it on, understand?"
"Not quite the interspecies mating I was thinking of, but if that's
what does it for you..." Lex teased, rolling off of him, trying to get
out of reach before Clark beaned him with a pillow or something.
"You're sick!" Clark laughed, snagging Lex's ankle and hauling
him bodily back onto the bed with one hand while smacking at his head and
shoulders with the feather pillow he'd grabbed with the other.
"Hey, pick on someone your own size, you bully!" Lex grabbed
another pillow and started whacking away at him as well, laughing so hard he
could barely see.
"Baby." Clark stuck his tongue out at Lex but kept hitting at
him while trying to deflect the other man's blows. "Though you are sort
of puny... maybe I should do what you said..."
Instantly frowning, Lex dropped the pillow to grab at Clark. "Just
forget about anything I said. You're mine now, and I'm not giving you
Feeling himself pulled across the bed and into Lex's arms, Clark went
willingly, ending up curled around the other man, much as Lex had been
around him not long before. "Silly. Like I'd ever leave you. I love
you, remember?" Honestly, any concern Clark had was that the opposite
would happen, that Lex would grow tired or bored and decide that he'd had
enough of small town life and the small town boy who lived there.
Clark's statement hit close to the heart of Lex's worries about a
teenager and first love and moving on, but he wasn't going to hasten the day
that he lost Clark by saying anything or start an argument about it. "I
love you too." He wrapped his arms tightly around Clark, loving the
sensation of his weight pressing him into the mattress.
"But I'm incredibly sticky, and we could both use a shower."
"Do I get to carry you?" Clark asked, lifting his head and
grinning down at Lex.
"I think you may have to," Lex admitted a bit sheepishly.
"I'm not sure that my legs are fully functional yet."
"Really?" Clark's eyes widened, and the smug expression
reappeared. Rolling off of Lex, he climbed out of the bed, then scooped the
other man into his arms like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold,
and wouldn't Lex love that description if he heard it.
Humming the wedding march under his breath and hoping Lex was still too
out of it to recognize it, Clark carried him into the bathroom, just getting
the door shut behind them before Lex let out a growl that promised severe
"Think we should go wake them up?" Chloe glanced at her watch
and frowned. They had to be back in Smallville by five, and it was nearing
ten, which didn't leave much time to do anything that would be considered
"You do that; I'm not going near that bedroom!" Pete
answered, looking horrified. Thank God his room had been far away from the
master suite. He just didn't want to think about what had been going on in
there last night. As it was, he swore he'd heard a loud bang from in there
just before he'd fallen asleep.
Fortunately for all of them, no one had to brave the terrors of the
master bedroom since the door opened, and Clark and Lex appeared, fully
dressed but somewhat flushed.
"Good morning," Lex greeted on his way toward the kitchen and
some coffee. "Sorry, I don't keep much in here, so we'll have to go out
to get something to eat, and we'll still have some time to see some sights
if you like." "Sights like last night?" Chloe asked before
giggling at Clark's blush.
"Uh, no, I think Lex meant the art museum or something, right?"
Sobriety had a way of making what had happened last night seem like some
wild dream, but the marks on Lex's body as well as the collar he was still
wearing and Chloe's and Pete's expressions told him it had all really
It was cool in a sort of embarrassing way.
"Something that you could tell your parents about without them
coming after me with a twelve-gauge," Lex agreed. "Just let me get
a cup of coffee, then we can head out... if you two are ready?" He
realized he'd just been assuming they wanted to leave.
"We're ready!" Pete answered quickly. A quick glance at Lex
revealed quite a few red marks on his neck, making him wonder just who had
taken who last night and bad place, Pete. Very bad place, don't go there,
"I think there's some left. Tastes better than it does at the Talon
Clark was already getting mugs out of the cabinet, having located them
the easy way. "Maybe it's the company?"
"Or lack of it," Chloe muttered, still not Lana's number one
fan even though the other girl was no longer her competition for Clark.
Lex didn't mention that it probably had something to do with the
ridiculously expensive Kenyan Blue that he kept for himself versus what the
Talon stocked. He knew the teenagers would have fits if they knew how much
the coffee cost, so he simply wasn't going to mention it. "God, that's
good," he sighed happily at his first sip.
"Mmm, yeah, it is." Clark had managed to find milk in the
fridge--probably also supplied by whoever put the lube by the bed--and sugar
in a bowl and had doctored his mug liberally with both. Lex was leaning
against the counter, taking slow sips of his drink as if he was in heaven,
and Clark moved next to him, resting his free hand on the counter behind
Lex's back, tracing a finger over the waistband of his linen pants.
Not even realizing he was doing it, Lex shifted a little closer so he
could lean against Clark's side, shivering slightly at the hidden caress.
"Gee, guys, you're cute together," Chloe teased, raising the
ever-present camera once again.
"Oh, bite me," Lex retorted, a lot more comfortable with her
now than he had been twenty-four hours earlier.
"Looks like Clark already did that," Pete snorted before taking
a drink from his glass of milk.
"Bite me, Pete," Clark responded, laughing as he purposefully
repeated Lex's words.
"Uh uh," Lex immediately jumped in. "No one's biting you
but me." He smirked at Pete's groan. "You started it... and I
always finish it." He finished his coffee, put the cup down, and
glanced up at Clark. "Done?"
Before Clark could reply, the phone rang, and Lex glanced at it in
surprise. When he saw the display, he groaned and thought seriously about
not answering it.
"It could be one of our parents..." Clark started, praying that
nothing bad had happened while they were away.
"Not quite," Lex sighed before picking it up. "Hello,
Dad." He immediately winced and held the phone away from his ear.
"Shit." Clark winced as well and hugged Lex before motioning to
his friends. "Maybe we should move this out into the living room."
"What's up, man?" Pete asked, glancing curiously between Clark
and Lex, who looked as if he was facing a firing squad.
"Dad... DAD!" Yelling finally made Lionel stop talking long
enough for Lex to get a word in edgewise. "Yes, I am in Metropolis,
hence my ability to answer this phone. Yes, I went out last night with some
friends. No, I did not get drunk, do drugs, or have sex with random
strangers. Yes, I will be going back to Smallville later today. No, I do not
wish to continue this conversation." He slammed the phone down and
stalked out to the living room.
"We'd better leave now or he's likely to show up here. Hopefully he
wasn't calling from the elevator."
Clark turned pale at the thought of that. "Should we grab our
"Just in case he decides to let himself in?" Chloe added.
Jesus, Pete thought, getting a look at Lex's expression. He knew Lionel
Luthor was scum, but the fact that the man even - scared? - his son was
mind-boggling. "Chloe and I are all packed, so whatever you want,"
"We'll just pack up our stuff, and then we can go. No need to come
back here before we head back to Smallville later." He caught Clark's
hand to draw him into the bedroom, closing the door behind them as he
immediately moved into Clark's arms.
"Damn, why does he have to ruin everything?" Then he
straightened his shoulders. "How fast can you pack our stuff up?"
He really wanted to get out of there quickly, having a feeling that Lionel
was already on his way over.
"He can only ruin it if we let him." Clark held Lex still long
enough to kiss him and look into his eyes. "And step back, don't want
to stuff you in a bag by mistake." This drew a small smile from Lex,
and Clark returned it before darting into action, collecting their clothes
from around the room and his toothbrush from the bathroom.
"Thanks, love," Lex kissed him quickly then opened the door
before they grew distracted enough to forget why they needed to leave.
"Okay, all set." He herded the teenagers out of the apartment and
onto the elevator, anxious to get them out of there.
He didn't relax until they were in the limo, turning the corner as they
drove to a restaurant that he thought the other three might enjoy and not
one where his father might look for him. He glanced back and slumped into
the seat with a sigh of relief when he saw his father's limo turning into
the entrance of the building they'd just left.
After the event-filled evening and morning, a quiet breakfast and walk
around one of Metropolis' many museums was exactly what they all needed. The
long drive back to Smallville resulted in all four of them taking a nap
though Clark and Lex woke from time to time to share sleepy kisses before
After dropping Pete and Chloe off at their parents' houses, the driver
headed for the Kent farm, and Clark sighed. "Feel like coming in?"
No more eager than Clark for their day to end, Lex nodded. Even Jonathan
didn't seem that bad after their near miss with his father that morning.
"Love to. Word of advice though, you probably don't want to show your
parents last night's outfit. I don't think they're really ready for their
baby to grow up that much."
Clark chuckled. "I wasn't planning on it. And I hate to say it
but..." He traced a finger over the collar Lex was still wearing.
"If they see that, they'll never let me go anywhere with you
"Oh!" Looking faintly embarrassed, Lex unfastened it, then
stared down at it. He wrapped it around his wrist, then held it out toward
Clark. "Help me get it done up?"
"If I had my wish, you'd wear it all the time." Clark fastened
the chrome snap and ran his finger over the smooth leather again, then over
the thin skin of the inside of Lex's wrist.
Lex shivered at the touch, then looked up at Clark again. "We'll
have to go shopping for something that's not so obvious so that I can wear
it all the time... and maybe something for you too?"
"I wish..." There was no point in wishing for things that would
never happen, and, parental permission aside, any attempt to pierce anything
or get a tattoo would only result in shattered needles. "I'd love
"I love you." Lex kissed him hard, then pulled back, knowing
that if they sat in the limo much longer, Clark's dad would be pulling them
out. "Come on, let's go reassure your parents that I've returned you
"Yessir." Clark laughed, wanting to get another kiss in but
deciding not to tempt fate as he reached for the door handle. Once they were
both out of the car and walking toward the house, he tilted his head so that
his mouth was next to Lex's ear. "So, when do we get to do that
"Just as soon as your parents agree to it," Lex promised. He
offered a smile to the Kents, who were standing out on the porch waiting for
"Well, he looks fine," Jonathan muttered to Martha, not
commenting on the marks visible on Lex's throat.
"What did you think he'd look like when they came back? Pierced and
tattooed?" Martha asked before biting back a smile at the horrified
look on Jonathan's face. "How was the trip? Did everyone survive?"
"It was great, Mom." Clark bounded up the steps, pulling Lex
after him. "And yes, Chloe and Pete are fine, though I think we're all
Lex choked faintly at Clark's choice of words, not daring to look at
For his part, Jonathan's eyebrows shot up, but really not wanting the
details, he chose to let it go. "So you had fun?"
"Yeah! We went to this really cool restaurant last night - though
the food still wasn't as good as Mom's." Clark grinned at his very
blatant but truthful attempt to suck-up. "And Lex and Chloe went gaga
in a shoe store, and we went to the art museum today..."
Martha noticed the careful omission of what else they had done last night
but didn't comment on it.
"Sounds like you had a good trip. Dinner's almost ready, come on
inside and wash up." Jonathan glanced at Lex as he said it, making it
clear that he was included. "I suppose it can't hurt for you to take
the occasional weekend trip," he said carefully.
Lex's eyes widened, and he turned to stare at Jonathan in disbelief. Had
he just said what he thought he said? "You mean just Clark and
me?" he asked cautiously.
Sighing, Jonathan nodded. "It's not like we need to worry about
unplanned pregnancies, after all." He ignored Clark's blush and
strangled "Da-ad!" "I'm not saying every weekend, but...
well, you seem to be acting responsibly, and if Clark was dating anyone
else, he'd have time to be with her. Him."
Clark felt as if he was walking on air, and he had to glance down to make
sure that he hadn't started floating inadvertently again. Relieved to find
his sneakers firmly on the porch, he gave first his mom, then his dad a hug,
grinning foolishly the whole time. "Thanks. Wow, this is going to be so
Not wanting to temper her son's excitement, Martha did realize she had to
let him know there were conditions. "It all depends on school and your
chores and of course Lex's schedule, understand?"
"Definitely," Lex was quick to second. "But I have a
feeling things may get done a lot faster than they have in the past,"
he dared to tease.
"I'd bet money on it," Jonathan replied dryly, a faint smile
surfacing. "Just don't ignore your other friends, Clark; they won't
Remembering the previous night, Lex snickered. But that reminded him...
"I should warn you, we went out last night, and someone took a picture
of us. We were just dancing, but still, it's likely to show up on some rag's
Wishing for the first time that Lex hadn't been honest, Clark met
his parents' eyes and gave a wincing nod. "Chloe and Pete were there
too. They know... about Lex and me, not the other."
"Oh?" Martha blinked and resisted the urge to rub her forehead
to keep the incipient headache away. Just when they thought life couldn't
get more complicated... "And what do they think?"
"Chloe's okay. She knew a few days ago. Pete..." Clark bit his
lip. "I think he was a little freaked at the beginning, but he'll be
"You should talk to him, Mr. Kent; I think he dislikes me even more
than you do," Lex put in dryly.
Jonathan winced. "Lex, I... I'm sorry. I know you're not your
father, and I'm working on it."
"I know, Dad, and thanks." Clark reached out and gripped his
father's hand tightly for a moment before they all walked inside. This had
been hard, but it was getting easier; he just wondered what Lionel Luthor
would do when he found out.
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