Bored in Bed
Orithain and Rina
Disclaimer: Would that they belonged to us so that we
could watch instead of just writing about it, but they don't.
Finding himself with a few free minutes after eating lunch with Lana,
Chloe, Pete, and Dave, Clark went out to the parking lot and dug the cell
phone Lex had given him out of the truck's glove compartment. It was autumn
again; the air was full of the scent of burning leaves, and people were
beginning to drag out their heavier coats in deference to the dropping
temperatures. Today, however, was sunny and mild, and Clark spread his
jacket out on Baby's hood before hopping up to sit on it.
After waiting for the phone to power up, he hit pound one, leaning back
on his elbows and looking up at the watery blue sky while he waited for the
call to go through. It wasn't that he was worried about Lex, but he'd
looked... off this morning. Clark supposed anyone might look a little
green around the gills after what they'd been through the night before, but
Lex had had a former cheerleader who now was able to squeeze herself through
the tiniest of cracks sneeze green goop all over him before they'd been able
to catch her by trapping her in a vat of liquid nitrogen.
Lex never got sick, so there wasn't a chance he'd catch whatever
Sheila had, but still, it never hurt to check. "Hey there, sexy, how's
it going?" he asked, once Lex picked up.
About to reply, Lex was wracked by another massive sneeze that left him
moaning pitifully as his head threatened to explode. Once he'd caught his
breath again, he managed to croak a greeting. Into the stunned silence he
added, "I think I am susceptible to meteor-mutated
viruses." Blowing his nose almost viciously in an attempt to draw a
single free breath, he huddled beneath a blanket in his office. He'd been
trying to work, but he was about ready to admit that it wasn't going to
happen and crawl back to his bed, tail between his legs.
"Jesus, Lex!" Clark sat straight up, his expression one of
horror. What if it was some kind of meteor-influenced plague? What if Lex
got so sick he... Violently cutting off that line of thought, Clark tried to
keep himself calm. "You need a doctor. Want me to come and get
"No!" Lex grumbled, irritable. He felt rotten and out of
control, and he didn't like it. "If it's a common, garden-variety cold,
there's nothing a doctor can do but send me to bed and tell me to rest. And
if it is some weird meteor mutation, as seems likely, there's even less a
doctor can do. I'm just going to treat it like a cold and go back to bed.
Orange juice is your friend." He hesitated a moment. "If you'd
like to come and keep me company..."
"Damn it, Lex..." The echo of the bell rang out over the
parking lot, and Clark growled in frustration. "Do you even have any
medicine there? Never mind, I'll bring some over when I come by after
school. Go to bed and rest, got it?"
A hacking cough answered, followed by a cranky acquiescence. Hanging up,
Lex stared down at Sheri, who had remained glued to his side all day,
clearly concerned by her human's state. Allowing himself to moan miserably
as he dragged himself to his feet, since there was no one to hear him, Lex
observed, "I forgot how godawful it is to be sick." In seeming
agreement, the dog licked his hand.
Shortly afterward, Lex was huddled beneath the covers, head propped up on
several pillows so he could breathe, sound asleep, with a box of tissues and
a glass of orange juice on the nightstand. Sheri lay atop his feet, napping
and keeping him company.
"I'm sure that when Lex said that he didn't want any company, he
didn't mean Clark, Jonathan or myself. Thank you for your concern, Enrique,
but it really isn't needed. Go back to what you were doing, goodbye."
Stepping nimbly around the protesting servant, Martha Kent balanced her bags
in her arms while nudging the door shut in his face.
Having received a call from her near-frantic son, she'd come over
prepared to find Lex on his deathbed, but what she found was a sick and
decidedly grouchy young man who was in no danger of dying as far as she
Setting her bags on the floor, she walked over to the bedside and placed
her hand on Lex's forehead, pursing her lips together when she felt the heat
of his fever. "I see that at least you had the sense to get in bed and
bundle up. I doubted that you had any medicine here, so I brought what we
had. First thing is to take your temperature, then dose you up, then we'll
"I'm fine," Lex groused, then sneezed, which set off another
coughing fit, making Sheri bark. He finally collapsed back against the
pillows, panting for breath and looking utterly miserable. "God, this
"And obviously not fine." Maintaining her brisk tone to
hide her concern, Martha plucked a thermometer out of one of her bags and
held it up in front of Lex's mouth. "Open."
Lex's glare should have melted the thermometer, but since it didn't
oblige him by disintegrating, he opened his mouth and let Martha stick it
under his tongue, though not without a distinctly sulky look. He lay back
against the pillows, scowling, arms crossed over his chest, looking like a
Unimpressed by Lex's glare, she picked up his wrist to check his pulse,
counting it off against the seconds on her watch. "You know, if you
don't like the thermometer in your mouth, there is another place to put
Lex's eyes widened. "Oowounthare!" He pressed more firmly back
against the pillows and mattress just in case.
Martha raised her eyebrows. "You want to try me? Keep your mouth
closed, Alexander. Two more minutes."
Pouting, he gave her a pitiful look out of big blue eyes, hunching down
into the bedding to look smaller.
Satisfied that he'd do as he was told, Martha went through her bags,
lining up a variety of over-the-counter medicines on the bureau, coming back
over to the bed in time to take hold of the thermometer, removing it from
Lex's mouth when he opened it.
"One-hundred and one point five. No wonder you feel horrible. First
of all, let's get some medicine in you, then some fluids. I've got a pot of
chicken soup simmering in the kitchen, and there's fresh orange juice
too." As she spoke, she shook two pills out of the cold medication
bottle and handed them to Lex before pouring a glass of water from the
pitcher at his bedside.
"People go through this all the time? Remind me to fund more
research into curing cold and flu viruses." Lex accepted the
medication, not sure what if any effect it might have on a meteor-enhanced
virus but willing to try anything to get rid of this.
"It probably feels worse because you aren't used to being
sick." She took back the glass after Lex had sipped from it, then
pulled up a chair beside the bed. "You'll be fine in a few days, Lex.
I'm sure of it."
Lex looked up at her, allowing a hint of his fear to show through.
"But you don't know. This isn't a cold; I don't get those. This is some
meteor-mutated bug, and we have no idea if it'll react like a normal cold
and go away after a few days or... not." He wrapped his arms around
himself, trying not to let himself think of the possibilities.
Shifting over to sit on the bed beside the distraught young man, Martha
wrapped him in a hug and kissed his temple. "If not, then we'll find
what it takes to cure it. Do you really think that Clark or Jonathan and
myself will let anything happen to you?"
Lex actually relaxed into her embrace for a moment, allowing himself to
accept the comfort she offered. "My mother would have liked you,"
he said softly even as he sat up again after hugging her back. He petted
Sheri's head, placating her after she'd whined, wanting to be in on the hug.
"I know I would have liked her too, since her son is very special to
me." Standing again, Martha paused to pat Sheri's black and white
spotted coat as well. "You rest. I'm going to get you that juice; do
you want anything else?"
"No, I don't think I could eat anything," Lex admitted.
"Maybe later. Thank you." He smiled up at her as he settled back
amidst the pillows, already starting to doze off.
"Just rest then, dear." She rested her hand on his forehead
again, feeling the heat radiating off of him, before walking out of the
bedroom to get him the juice.
Despite feeling absolutely miserable, Lex smiled into his pillows. It was
nice having someone take care of him, someone who actually gave a damn. It
was kind of like having his mom or Pamela back again, only he knew Martha
wouldn't leave him. One hand over Sheri's back, he sank into a deeper sleep.
Martha returned with the juice and, seeing that Lex was sleeping, set it
on a coaster on the bedside table. She wanted to feel his forehead again but
didn't want to wake him, so she settled herself in the chair next to the
bed, pulling a book from her purse and starting to read.
Clark broke every speed record in the books getting from school to Lex's,
taking Baby only as far as the farm before running flat out, arriving at the
mansion disheveled enough to make Enrique look at him oddly. He raced up the
stairs, trying to be quiet as he opened the door to Lex's bedroom, and
peered inside, not sure of what he was going to find.
Martha looked up at the slight noise and gave a reassuring smile before
motioning Clark inside. "His fever's down some; I think he's going to
be all right."
The sound of the door opening and voices woke Lex out of his light doze,
and he opened his eyes to meet a pair of worried green ones. "Hey,
Clark," he murmured sleepily, automatically reaching out for him.
"Hey, Lexy," Clark breathed, sitting gingerly on the edge of
the bed and hugging Lex close, his every movement one of infinite care as if
he was afraid his lover would break. "Feeling any better?"
"Not really," Lex shrugged slightly, feeling as if every bone
and muscle in his body ached, "but your mom assures me that I'll be
fine in a couple of days. I'm really glad I don't have to do this every year
like most people seem to."
"Me too." Clark looked over at his mother for reassurance,
feeling himself relax a tiny bit when she smiled. "Can I do anything to
make you feel better?"
"And before you answer, please remember I'm sitting right
here," Martha added.
Lex laughed weakly, then started coughing, waving Clark off when he
jumped up. "Much as I appreciate your opinion of my prowess, Martha, I
couldn't do a thing right now if my life depended on it." He looked
back at Clark. "Sit with me for a while?" He just wanted Clark to
"Of course!" Clark looked over at his mother again. "It's
"It's fine, dear," Martha smiled, setting her book down and
getting up out of her chair. "You being with Lex can only help. I'm
going to go down and heat up the soup. You can try and eat some in a little
while, and then you can have more cough medicine."
Lex made a face, then dutifully said, "Yes, Mom," when she gave
him the look that cowed her own son and husband. The moment Clark stretched
out beside him, Lex moved into his arms, gravitating toward his warmth and
the security of his embrace. "Thanks," he murmured, head pillowed
on Clark's chest.
Clark sighed, resting his cheek against Lex's temple and frowning because
he really couldn't feel any difference in his body temperature. Sometimes,
being invulnerable sucked. "Wish I could have ditched class and gotten
here sooner. How do you feel, really?"
"Like someone used me for a punching bag and like I'll never be able
to breathe properly again. I'd love to get my hands on that bit--cheerleader
just for five minutes," Lex growled. "I was perfectly happy not
ever getting sick again."
"I wish there was something I could do to help." Seeing a small
green jar on the table, Clark reached for it, scooping out some of the
mentholated cream onto his fingers and moving aside the blanket and Lex's
flannel pajama top to rub it on his chest. "Mom always rubbed this on
Dad's chest when he had a bad cough, and is that my shirt you're
Lex flushed slightly. "Uh, yeah. When I wasn't feeling too good
earlier, I wanted... I put it on." He lay back as Clark massaged the
gel onto his chest. "That does feel good."
"Well, at least something of mine could be here with you since I
couldn't." He continued stroking the balm into Lex's skin then up onto
his throat, frowning as he felt the swollen glands beneath his lover's skin.
"Did Mom make you take anything?"
Lex waved a hand at the nightstand, indicating the various bottles and
boxes. "I took whatever she told me to. I wasn't going to argue with
your mother, not after she threatened... well, not when she was so clearly
determined." He lay watching Clark, Sheri draped over his feet, and he
was the most comfortable he'd been all day despite his continued misery.
"What did she threaten you with?"
Lex flushed. "You know, I'm really thirsty. Is there any water or
Clark poured Lex a glass of water and offered it to him, waiting until
after he drank to repeat his question.
The older man groaned and sank down into his pillows. "Basically,
she threatened to shove the thermometer up my ass if I didn't stop
complaining," he mumbled.
"Really?" Clark gasped, trying to keep from laughing. "Did
you tell her it's a lot smaller than what you're used to having up
"Clark!" Lex sputtered impotently, then pulled a pillow over
his face. "I'm sorry!" Clark yelped when Lex started coughing
again. He kept one hand on the older man's chest, rubbing his back with the
other until the wracking barks finally eased. "Didn't mean to make that
"Not your fault. Everything makes me cough right now, laughing,
hell, even breathing. I'll be fine. Now quit tormenting me and come back
here and hold me."
"Okay." Not quite sure how to behave, Clark shifted them both,
feeling Lex relax back against his chest again. "Should we take your
temperature again or something? When was the last time Mom checked it?"
"Clark, I just have a cold. I don't need my temperature checked. I
feel miserable, and there's nothing that I can do about it except wait it
out, so I want my lover to hold me. So just lie here, okay?"
"Okay." Clark's voice was very quiet, and he didn't say
anything else, wanting to do as Lex asked and hoping it would help.
Lex cuddled close, but he soon noticed Clark's unnatural silence and
stillness. "Sorry," he sighed. "I didn't mean to snap at you.
I'm just not used to this."
"It's okay. When Dad gets sick, he's grumpy too. If you don't want
to talk, you don't have to. Mom should be back up with the soup soon; maybe
you'll feel like eating then."
"You're humoring me, aren't you? Fortunately I love you, so I'll let
you get away with it." Lex tried to lean against him but had to sit up
to grab for some tissues when his nose started running again. "This is
so revolting," he grumbled.
"No, I really mean it." Clark waited while Lex noisily blew his
nose. "I am sorry that I didn't take care of Sheila before she got you
"Don't mention her name to me, please. I feel myself reverting to
the old vengeful impulses. Being sick does nothing good for my temper,"
Lex grumbled, dropping his head back to Clark's shoulder.
Clark winced. "I think she's sort of in stasis or... dead, so you
really can't do anything to her." He didn't want to think about the
later, so he began rubbing Lex's chest again.
"No, but I can dream," Lex groused, curling more into Clark's
warmth, his leg sliding over the teenager's as he half lay on top of him.
"Why don't you do that?" Clark murmured. "Close your eyes
and dream about smacking her around some."
Lex chuckled, stopping himself before he triggered another coughing fit.
"Better not let your mother hear you say that," he murmured as he
drifted off yet again.
A bit later, Martha came back, bearing a covered tray. When she saw that
Lex was asleep again, she smiled, setting the tray down and pressing a
finger to her lips to tell Clark to stay quiet. He nodded, and she ran a
hand through his hair, leaning in to kiss the top of his head then sitting
in the chair again.
Eventually Lex stirred against Clark, rubbing his cheek on his lover's
shoulder as he stretched, eyes opening slowly. "Hi," he murmured,
rolling closer and tucking his head under Clark's chin in his usual habit of
trying to avoid waking up.
Clark tightened his arms around Lex and kissed his temple. "Hey
there. Have a good nap?"
"Mmmm, I actually feel a little bit better. I think I'm
hungry." Lex sat up slowly, his head a bit heavy but overall feeling
"Mom had to go to her class, but she left a thermos of soup up here
and a bowl. Want to try some?"
Lex nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good." He reached back, piling
up pillows behind himself to lean on, then turned back expectantly.
"Here, son, let me get that for you," Jonathan chuckled,
reaching for the thermos and utensils. The fact that Lex hadn't noticed he
was there told him more than anything just how run down the younger man was.
"Thanks, Dad," Clark murmured, hoping Lex wasn't embarrassed
that his dad had seen him in cuddly mode.
Lex nearly got whiplash as he twisted to face the elder Kent when he
heard his voice. "Oh. Hi, Jonathan. Sorry, I didn't see you
there." Normally he'd have tried to cover his less than aloof snuggling
with Clark, but he trusted Jonathan Kent, and he still wasn't feeling all
that great. He wanted to keep leaning on Clark for a while.
"Don't worry about it, son," Jonathan said easily. "I
don't imagine getting sick for the first time in over a dozen years is an
easy thing. I do it a lot more often than that, and I still just want to be
left alone and have Martha fuss over me."
Clark nodded. "I go hide in the barn when Dad gets sick." He
watched his father pour some of the soup into the bowl, then held it so that
Lex could spoon some of it up.
"I'm not that bad!" Jonathan retorted, only Lex being balanced
against his son's shoulder saving Clark from a swat.
Lex watched the two of them with amusement as he took a few spoonfuls of
soup, then pushed it aside. "That's all I can manage for now. It's good
though." He reached for the glass of water on the nightstand,
"Let me get that," Clark said quickly, picking up the glass and
holding it for Lex to drink from, managing at the same time to hand the bowl
back to his father. "Is it too warm? Too cold? Mom left some crackers
too, want to try those?"
"Clark..." Lex started, but looking into the earnest green
gaze, he couldn't say anything more. "No, it's fine. I just can't
manage much right now. I'll have some more later, all right?"
Jonathan smiled, covering it with a faked cough. "Well, it looks
like you two will be all right here. I'm sure I can leave you in Clark's
capable hands." He had to smother another laugh at Lex's panic-stricken
look. "Then again, Martha would probably kill me if I left before she
got back." He settled back into the chair. "Why don't you find a
game on TV, son?"
"Are you sure that wouldn't be too much excitement for Lex?"
Lex closed his eyes briefly. "No, actually, having a distraction
would be good. And that doesn't require any concentration. Go ahead, find
something we can watch."
"Okay..." Clark still sounded skeptical about the wisdom of
this but did as Lex asked, finding the remote and flipping through channels
until he found a college football game for them all to watch.
"Great," Lex said happily, leaning against Clark and lazily
petting Sheri as they watched the game, while Jonathan sprawled in the
chair, feet propped up on the bed. "Who'd have thought a cold could be
a bonding experience?" he murmured a while later.
"We going to break out the guitar and start singing 'Kumbaya'
next?" Clark mumbled. He'd just about fallen asleep, the fact that he'd
spent half the day stressed about Lex's health having worn him out.
"Not even fevered and drugged!" Lex retorted instantly,
shuddering. "Next you'll be suggesting karaoke. I really wonder about
you sometimes, Clarkbar."
Jonathan watched the two boys, for the first time getting a chance to see
how they acted when they were alone together, and he realized again how much
they loved each other. They were both falling asleep, curled up together,
and he was surprised by how right they looked.
"I'm just entertaining," Clark sighed, letting his eyes fall
An hour later, Martha came back, peering into the bedroom and shaking her
head at seeing both boys asleep in the bed, and Jonathan snoozing in a chair
next to it with a football game blaring in the background. Walking over to
the TV, she turned it off, then glanced back when her husband shifted in his
Jonathan peered around blearily, wondering what had woken him, then
spotted Martha coming toward him. Smiling, he caught her with an arm around
her waist and drew her down to his lap. "Hi there, beautiful." He
spoke quietly, not wanting to wake Clark or Lex.
"Hi," she whispered, kissing him gently. "How are they
"Clark wore himself out worrying about Lex, and Lex has no idea how
to react to being sick," Jonathan replied, amused. "He's feeling a
bit better, ate a few mouthfuls of soup, but I have a feeling things will
get really interesting around here when he's over the worst of it but still
weak. That young man doesn't like admitting to any weakness."
"Sounds like someone else I know," she said wryly. "I
should check his temperature again and give him some more pills. Did he take
any more cough medicine while I was gone?"
"Not that I saw," Jonathan shook his head, ignoring her other
remark with the skill of long practice. "He's mostly been asleep."
He chuckled softly. "He really does act like Clark's his own personal
teddy bear when he forgets they're not alone."
Martha settled her arm around Jonathan's neck and rested her head on his
shoulder as they both watched the boys. "I told you he did that,"
she said quietly. "I think he needs to, to make up for what he missed
after he lost his mother."
"Yes, you did. But you must admit, Martha, that it's rather
difficult to imagine, let alone believe, without seeing it firsthand. Lex is
usually so self-contained that I couldn't picture it. But seeing him with
Clark like this... it's the only time I can remember that he actually seems
"Quite the different picture, isn't it?" she asked, smiling
Clark shifted and opened his eyes, blinking owlishly from under his bangs
and grinning sleepily when he saw both his parents there, and it was all
Martha could do to keep herself from brushing his hair off his brow and
kissing his forehead.
Clark blinked again, trying to orient himself, then felt Lex shift in his
arms and stroked his chest, settling him again. "Everything okay?"
"Fine," Jonathan reassured him. "Do you know when Lex last
took anything? Your mom thinks it's probably time for more. And we should
probably see if he can eat any more."
"Before you got here, I think. Time for more?" Clark really
didn't want to wake Lex up, but it was probably better to do it now than
have him up all night coughing because everything wore off.
"He should take something." Martha slid out of Jonathan's lap
and placed her hand on Lex's forehead. "His fever's up a bit. Medicine,
rest and some food will help with that."
She walked over to the dresser to get the pills and pour out the cough
syrup, and Clark shook Lex gently, kissing his temple. "Hey, sleeping
beauty, time to wake up and take some more yummy medicine."
"Go 'way," Lex grumbled, burying his face more firmly against
Clark, until a coughing fit forced him to draw back as he tried to catch his
breath. Giving Clark a jaundiced look, he demanded, "Did I actually
hear you refer to 'yummy medicine'?"
Jonathan wasn't sure which was more entertaining, cuddly Lex or grumpy,
bad patient Lex, but watching the young man, he was surprised to find
himself pitying Lionel Luthor, who would never see his son like this. Worse,
the elder Luthor would never want to and never know what he was missing.
"Well, it works in the commercials, doesn't it?" Clark's tone
was somewhere between indignant and pleading. "And if you don't take
your medicine, you won't get better, right, Mom?"
Martha brought the various doses over to the bedside and offered the
pills to Lex, holding onto the glass of water until he needed it.
"Well, that's true, Clark, but I don't think Lex really needs baby talk
to help him take these."
Lex sighed, eyeing the medications with disfavor but taking them since he
liked being sick even less. "You know, it's really unfair that swatting
you only hurts me," he observed, staring at Clark as he sank
back against the pillows now piled up behind his back.
"Yeah, corporal punishment's pretty much a lost cause with
Clark," Jonathan agreed. "But he's always responded better to the
threat of withholding a treat anyways."
"Now that I can do," Lex snickered.
"You know," Clark sighed, "I almost liked it better when
the three of you didn't get along. At least that way you weren't
ganging up on me." He hugged Lex and grinned at his parents as he said
it, clearly not meaning any such thing.
"Well, if it would make you happy, son, I suppose I could go get my
shotgun and threaten Lex," Jonathan mused.
"Hey! No abusing the patient," Lex complained.
"If he's dead when I come back with the soup, you two will have a
lot of explaining to do," Martha threatened, popping the thermometer
into Lex's mouth once more before she left.
"Gee, Dad, he can't talk; this could be fun," Clark snickered.
Lex pouted at them, ostentatiously turning his back and burrowing into
the pillows. Sheri grunted her displeasure when he moved, shifting her as
well, then settled back down, chin on his leg so she could watch the others.
"I never realized you regressed to a two-year-old when you got sick,
Lex," Jonathan observed, amusement clear in his voice, prompting a
disgruntled growl from the lump under the covers.
"That's 'cause we've never seen him sick before." Clark's tone
was conciliatory, and he rubbed a hand over his lover's back before getting
out of bed, groaning as he stretched. "Be back in a minute, nature
"Go for me too," Lex groaned, pulling the pillows over his
head. "God, my whole body aches. This is worse than anything the damned
mutants have managed to do to me before." The pressing need made him
sit up, staring blearily at Jonathan for a moment before getting out of bed.
Unfortunately, he'd overestimated his strength, and he staggered, feeling
"Easy there, Lex," Jonathan said, catching the younger man
around the waist and helping him walk toward the bathroom. "Slow and
steady is the best way to go."
Hearing the scuffle outside the bathroom, Clark threw open the door, eyes
wide. "What happened?"
"Finish what you were doing and tuck yourself in, son,"
Jonathan advised, trying very hard not to laugh. "Everything's fine;
Lex just got up too fast and got wobbly."
"What? Oh, God!" Clark spun around and set himself back to
order, blushing a furious crimson and whispering a prayer of thanks that his
mother hadn't been in the room.
"Want me to help?" he asked, turning around again and moving to
Lex's other side, ready to pick him up if he started to collapse.
"Clark, I love you, and I love that you want to do things for me,
but I've been potty-trained for a number of years." Lex managed to keep
most of the snap out of his voice, but he was rapidly growing tired of the
weakness caused by this illness.
"But what if you fall..." Clark protested. "You could hit
your head, and then you'd have a concussion on top of being sick!"
Lex gritted his teeth so hard his jaw started to ache. Thou shalt not
kill thy lover because he's overprotective! "Clark," he
started in a tone of sweet reason very much at odds with the glower in his
eyes, "I am perfectly capable of peeing on my own. In fact I insist
Jonathan stood back watching, wondering if selling tickets would be out
of line. He foresaw a great many clashes between a certain irresistible
force and an equally immoveable object before Lex was fully back on his
Reminding himself that setting Lex on fire because of the heat of his
glare was a bad thing, Clark nodded stiffly. "Fine. If you fall and
break your leg, don't come running to me. I'll just go downstairs and help
Mom." Visibly annoyed that Lex wouldn't let him help like he wanted to,
Clark walked out of the bedroom, his footsteps thudding heavily against the
"If I..." Lex growled audibly, all but slamming the door in
Jonathan's face as he stepped inside. Business taken care of, he dragged
himself back out, refusing to admit how drained he was by that small
exertion. "It's a good thing I can't hurt him," he snarled,
"because I think I'm going to be tempted to try before this is
Jonathan wisely said nothing, remembering his own reaction the first time
someone told him that Martha was only hovering because she loved him. After
a moment, he ventured, "You know he'll be back in a few minutes, right?
He's scared to death, Lex, even more so because you've never been sick
Lex sighed, squirming up against the pillows he'd braced at the top of
the bed. "I know. But this isn't exactly a picnic for me either. And
just because I have the mutant equivalent of a cold doesn't make me an
Turning at the sound of the kitchen door slamming, Martha eyed her
obviously annoyed son. "What's wrong, dear?"
"Lex won't let me help him," Clark grumped, dropping onto one
of the stools next to the island in the center of the kitchen. He picked up
a piece of the bread on the platter in front of him and started to tear it
to shreds, heedless of the mess he was making.
"What were you trying to help him with?" Martha asked as she
dished up more of the soup into a deep bowl.
"He got up and had to go to the bathroom, but he was really weak,
and I was worried that he'd fall over, but he wouldn't let me help
Setting the ladle down on the spoon rest, Martha turned to study her son.
"Help him in the bathroom?" At his curt nod, she shook her head,
trying not to smile. "Clark, would you appreciate it if anyone tried to
help you in the bathroom?"
"No, but it's not like I haven't seen it," he instantly turned
brick red, "and if he fell in there, he could hurt himself."
"I know you have the best intentions, but think about Lex, honey.
He's a proud man, plus he's not used to being sick. Just stay close by, but
don't smother him."
Clark sighed. "I'm - I'm just worried about him. What if he doesn't
"What was his temperature?"
He looked sheepish. "We - uh we sort of forgot to check before he
Now it was Martha's turn to sigh. "Well, we'll try again when we go
back up. I will say this, though; if he's feeling well enough to complain
about you hovering, he's probably on the mend."
Lex looked up eagerly when the bedroom door opened, already missing Clark
though he hated to admit it. He smiled, his earlier frustration already
forgotten, when his lover walked in, followed by his mother. "This
isn't nearly as comfortable without you to lean on."
Clark followed his mother into the bedroom and set the tray he was
carrying down on the bedside table. "Are you sure? I mean, you have
been sitting for years on your own," he answered before ducking his
head at the look his mother gave him. "Sorry. Want some soup?"
"After we try the temperature thing again," Martha added,
picking up the thermometer from the bedspread and carrying it into the
bathroom to rinse it off before returning, holding it out for Lex's use.
Lex's expression had shut down at Clark's snipe, and he remained
expressionless as Martha popped the thermometer into his mouth. Not looking
at any of the others, he rearranged the pillows behind him, then sat back
against them, back rigid, his posture as erect as if he were sitting in a
Watching this, Jonathan winced. They were both stubborn, and it looked
like things were going to be interesting around here while Lex was
Seeing Lex's expression, Clark grimaced. Shit. He hadn't meant to
gripe; it had just come out that way. Knowing Lex couldn't talk with the
thermometer in his mouth, he sat himself down on the side of the bed after
moving Sheri over, and bodily pulled Lex over against him, ignoring his
Lex remained tense and aloof for several seconds, then gradually relaxed
against Clark, unable to maintain his temper when he was exactly where he
wanted to be. Thinking over the last half hour, he was grateful that this
was probably a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence; they might not survive more.
Feeling Lex slump against his side, Clark released the breath he had been
holding and rubbed his hand over the other man's shoulder.
"Sorry," he said again, kissing the side of Lex's head.
Martha glanced at her watch and plucked the thermometer out of Lex's
mouth, nodding in satisfaction at the reading. "Down to one hundred
now, it looks like either the medicine or your immune system is working on
whatever this bug was."
Lex nodded slightly in response to Clark's whispered apology, reminding
himself that they were both on edge thanks to this unexpected illness of
his. He breathed a sigh of relief when Martha said that he was on the road
to recovery, but he knew himself well enough to know that the worst was yet
to come. He remembered discharging himself against medical advice every time
he'd been hospitalized, a not uncommon occurrence during his teens, and he
was certain that he and Clark were going to have some major arguments about
what he was or was not up to before he was fully cured.
"Could I have some of that soup now?" he asked, finding that he
was actually a bit hungry.
As Clark reached for the bowl, Martha nodded. "If you're hungry,
that's a good sign."
Holding the curved bottom of the bowl in the palm of his hand, Clark
reached for the spoon, then stopped himself, doubting Lex would want to be
fed like an invalid. "Eat up, or I'll do it for you," he smiled,
offering the bowl to Lex.
"Thanks." Lex reached for the bowl and spoon, smiling at Clark
and allowing himself to lean on the other man's strength as he began to eat.
"Mmm, I think your soup might actually be better than your pie,
Jonathan shook his head. "Lex, sick or not, if you propose to my
wife again, I'll throw you out the window."
"I still like the pie best, Mom," Clark laughed, trying not to
move much so that he wouldn't jostle Lex.
"You have absolutely no sense of humor," Lex sighed. "Not
to mention being greedy. Come on, Martha, I'm a much better deal." Lex
batted his eyes at her, head leaning on Clark's shoulder as he spooned up
She eyed Lex and then looked at her husband. "Sorry, Lex, I think
I'll stick with what I have." As she said that, Martha settled herself
back onto Jonathan's lap, making Clark wince and look away. "I've seen
Jonathan sick, and you're a hundred times worse than he is."
"Hey! I'm not that bad," Jonathan complained. "You make it
sound like I turn into some monster or something."
Noticing that neither Clark nor Martha rushed to deny that, Lex
snickered. The scraping of the spoon made him look down, and he was
surprised to note that he'd finished the soup. Putting the empty bowl on the
nightstand, he curled up against Clark, watching Jonathan and Martha.
"Want some toast or tea or something?" Clark asked, rubbing his
hand over Lex's back and pulling the blanket more snugly around his
"Actually, I'm thirsty. Water or juice?" Lex might have asked
for a drink, but he showed no signs of moving away from Clark to let him get
it. If anything, he settled more fully into his lap.
"Just be careful you don't spill it," Martha admonished,
picking up a glass of orange juice and handing it to Lex. "Wet sheets
aren't helpful in your condition."
"I'll keep him dry, Mom," Clark chuckled.
Lex shot him a look but forbore to make the comment that immediately came
to mind out of respect for Jonathan and Martha. "Thank you,
Jonathan snickered at the expression on Lex's face. "Don't choke on
it, Lex," he advised.
"If you do, I'll have to do CPR again," Clark warned.
"And that's supposed to be a deterrent? Gee, I don't think I'm
breathing. Maybe you'd better give me the kiss of life."
"Are you going to take care of me if I get sick?" Clark asked
before leaning around Lex to kiss him tenderly, aware of his parents sitting
"If you get sick, Clark..." Martha frowned, not sure what they
would do if that happened.
"I'd really rather not even think about you getting sick, if you
don't mind. At least I remember being sick as a kid. It would be
something totally new to you, and I somehow doubt that you'd be a good
"Well, if it would get me pampered like this, and a few days off of
school, I could take it."
"Let's hope we never have to find out. Besides, it lowers energy
levels. The only thing I want to do in bed right now is sleep."
"Then we should let you do that." Martha stood and started
gathering up the dirty dishes. "Clark, your father and I are going to
head home, but if you need anything, call us, understand?"
He nodded. "Yes, ma'am. When should Lex have more medicine?"
"He should be all right until morning, but if his fever goes up
during the night, he can take more Ibuprofen or more cough syrup if he needs
"Thank you for all your help," Lex said sleepily, forcing his
eyes open to look at the Kents, though it was clear that he was exhausted.
"That's what family does, son," Jonathan said. "Get some
rest and we'll check in on you tomorrow."
"Will do, thanks, Dad, Mom." Once his parents were gone, Clark
kissed Lex's temple again. "I'm going to get changed, okay? Be back in
a minute." He slid out from under Lex and out of the bed, patting the
spot he'd vacated so Sheri would move up and lie next to her master.
"Shit, and I'd better get her out before she busts a gut. Will you be
okay if I take her out?"
"Mmmm, not going anywhere," Lex mumbled sleepily, arms wrapped
around the pillow Clark had been leaning on.
I will not kill my boyfriend. I love my boyfriend. If I kill my
boyfriend, I might die too, and that would be a bad thing. At this
moment, Clark wasn't sure of the last at all. Three days stuck in bed had
Lex on edge and Clark at his wits' end as to how to keep his lover occupied.
Normally, he would have been glad for the weekend because it meant more time
with Lex, but today... Clark sighed.
"Here's all the papers that were downstairs. Need anything
else?" he asked, trying to sound cheery but doubting he was doing too
"I need you to stop playing the jailer and let me out of this damned
bed!" Lex snarled, glaring at the overbearing alien brute. "I
haven't had a fever since yesterday; I'm not coughing or sneezing..." much
"...and I have work to do!"
Clark looked thoroughly unimpressed. "You have your files, your
laptop, a phone and an internet connection. What else do you need?" Lex
opened his mouth to growl out a reply, but Clark cut him off. "And may
I remind you that you practically fell on your face this morning when you
were going into the bathroom?"
"I did not," Lex grumbled sulkily. "I stumbled. Millions
of people stumble every day, and they don't get confined to 'bed
arrest'!" He crossed his arms over his chest and glared up Clark,
fortunately unaware of how closely he resembled a pouty child.
"They haven't been sick with some weird meteor-virus
either," Clark reminded him patiently, though his own arms were folded
across his chest, presenting a very formidable picture of resistance to
"Past tense," Lex growled. "Now I need to get out of this
damn bed so I can start getting my strength back. I need air and
Clark threw his hands in the air in frustration. "Fine, do what you
want; fall down the stairs and break your neck, then see how much you
Lex sulked amidst his pillows, refusing to admit that Clark might be
right. "If you're going to make me stay in bed, the least you could do
is join me."
"Like there's room," Clark answered, looking at the piles of
papers, Lex's laptop, assorted magazines and Sheri, all lying around Lex.
"But if you ask nicely, I might."
Lex neatened the pile of magazines and moved them to the nightstand, then
did the same for the papers, setting them atop the magazines. That done, he
closed the laptop and put it down the floor, then looked back at Clark.
"You mean you don't want to sit with me?" He even managed
to make his lower lip quiver slightly.
"Oh, God..." Shaking his head, Clark walked over to the side of
the bed that Lex and Sheri weren't sharing and sat down beside the older
man, shifting around to stretch out on top of the comforter. "I hate to
tell you, Lexy, but a glare is more effective from you."
And a glare was exactly what Clark got. "If you're just going to
make fun of me, you can leave." Lex poked at him with a foot.
"You're not being particularly useful anyhow." Pointedly turning
his back to the teenager, he started petting Sheri, who rolled onto her back
to get her belly rubbed.
"Not... useful?" Clark's voice broke, and his eyes widened as
his lower lip trembled. "I lost an adjective? My first
"Actually," Lex said, nudging Sheri out of the way as he rolled
over to face his lover, a feral look in his eyes, "your first
adjective was 'fucking sexy'!" He suddenly pounced, landing full length
on top of Clark, mouth zeroing in the other man's.
Clark set his hands on Lex's shoulders and pushed his head back into the
pillow, frowning up at his lover. "Lex, you're sick; you should be
resting. And I don't remember hearing that as my first one. You said I was
useful as well as decorative, so useful was first."
"Fucking sexy came about half a second after I opened my eyes to
find your mouth on mine after you dragged me out of the river. It was
definitely first... even if I didn't actually say it to you.
"And I don't want to rest; I want to be fucked. Being frustrated in
my weakened condition couldn't be good for me." Lex rubbed against
Clark, knowing that his lover's body would respond to him.
"Lex..." Clark tried to protest, but it came out more like a
groan. "B-being hot and sweaty in your weakened state can't be good for
you either." He was beginning to see that this was a losing battle
however, considering the way Lex was grinding against him and the way his
cock was appreciating it.
"Then you can bathe me afterward. Right now your choices are fucking
me so I lay back and you do the work, or me jumping on top of you and
exerting myself. One way or the other, this," petting Clark's rising
erection, "is going inside of me."
Clark gave what he hoped was an aggrieved sigh. "Has anyone ever
told you that you're as stubborn as a mule, Lex?" he asked, gathering
Lex into his arms and rolling them over so that he was looking down at his
lover. "But you're a very persuasive mule, so you win."
"Oh good, I'd hate to think you were developing an immunity to my
charms." Lex batted his eyes, his good humor restored now that he was
getting his way.
"Like you'd ever let that happen," Clark murmured, sitting back
on his knees and beginning to unbutton the flannel shirt Lex was wearing.
"Hey, if you're better, does this mean I get my shirts back?"
"No, I like wearing them. Much better than pajamas. Comfortable and
they smell like you. I'll just have to rub them on you after they're
laundered so they keep your scent." Lex smirked at him, lifting up
slightly so Clark could pull the shirt off.
"And you're going to explain to Mom why all my shirts are
gone?" The shirt was tossed on the floor, and Clark ran his hands over
Lex's chest as the other man relaxed back against the bed.
"Considering how often I've seen her wearing your father's, I think
she'd understand." Lex arched beneath the younger man's touch, enjoying
the sensation of skin on skin again. "Mmm, missed this."
Clark smiled and leaned in to leisurely explore his lover's tempting
mouth. "Me too. I'm sorry I've been so protective and pushy; I was
worried about you."
"How can I complain about that? I'm just glad this is probably a
once-in-a-lifetime sort of thing. I really don't think either of would
survive a recurrence. But how 'bout you make it up to me by making me too
weak to get out of bed for another reason?"
"I could do that, but if it gets to be too much for you, I'll
stop." Clark held in his laughter until he got a good look at Lex's
outraged expression, then burst into hysterics.
Lex grabbed one of the pillows and started smacking Clark with it, only
stopping when the laughing teenager tumbled him back to the mattress and
sprawled on top of him after wrenching his weapon away. "You're teasing
a starving man here, Clarkbar," he warned ominously, trying to glare.
"Should I suggest you eat me?" Clark snickered, ignoring Lex's
growl in favor of licking the side of his neck. "Okay, never mind, I'll
fuck you instead. Better?"
"It'll be better when you're balls-deep in me!" Lex growled,
knees pressed to Clark's ribs. "Less talk and more action, Clark."
Sheri raised her head from where she was curled up at the foot of the
bed, watched her humans for a moment, and hopped off the bed to settle on
the safety of her cushions.
"Yes sir, Admiral Luthor sir," Clark snorted, grabbing the lube
and sitting back so that he could quickly stretch Lex's ass. "Is this
better, sir?" he asked, working inside until he was balls flush with
"God yes," Lex moaned, body arched beneath Clark, his legs
rising to wrap around his lover's waist and pull him even deeper. "Love
you, want you, fuck me!" He flashed a grin as the pleas quickly changed
back to demands.
"Pushy," Clark muttered before shutting Lex up by kissing him,
all the while snapping his hips and driving his cock deep into the older
man's body, pleasuring them both.
Lex cried his pleasure into Clark's mouth, body convulsing in climax
after only a few strokes, hair-triggered after the past days' abstinence.
Pleasure rippling through his body, he opened his eyes to watch his lover,
wanting to see him come as well.
"God, yes!" Clark gasped as Lex's body tightened around him,
milking his own orgasm from him and leaving him feeling as weak as his lover
had been the past few days.
Leaning his weight on his arms, he smiled down at the dazed expression on
Lex's face, unable to resist giving him another kiss. "So, was it worth
Lex frowned. "You're always worth waiting for... but even better
when I don't have to wait." He wrapped his arms around Clark and
tugged, wanting to feel his weight on him. "Get down here; you're too
Clark complied, dropping down until he and Lex were just about
nose-to-nose. "Not waiting works for me too, but somehow I don't think
you would have been very receptive the past few days, and having nosefuls of
snot sneezed on me doesn't do much for my libido either."
"Ew! Clark, that's disgusting!" Lex made a face at him,
wrinkling the nose in question. "Fortunately, I feel pretty much back
to normal, and since it's unlikely that these particular circumstances will
ever be repeated again..." At least he hoped no other mutant
virus-infested person would sneeze on him. "...we shouldn't have to
worry about me being sick ever again. No more enforced celibacy."
"Good, because whiny, grumpy Lex didn't do anything for little
Clarkie if you know what I mean."
"'Little Clarkie'?" Lex groaned. "Please tell me you don't
actually call your dick that? On second thought, never mind. I don't want to
think about it.
"And for the record, Clarkbar, I very much doubt you'd be any better
as a patient. It's just as well you can't get sick."
Clark snickered at the look on Lex's face. "Probably safer that way,
and I agree with - with..." His nose twitched, and his expression
turned confused just before he turned his head to the side and let out a
series of sneezes.