Orithain and Rina
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Lex straightened up from where heíd been lounging against
the silver Lamborghini, ignoring the stares of arriving students and
families, when he saw the Kentsí truck pull into the parking lot in front
of Clarkís freshman dorm. They were able to park right in front of the
door, thanks to the force of Lexís glare keeping the spot beside his car
empty for them.
Smiling, Lex hugged Martha and Clark, restraining himself
from kissing his boyfriend only because he didnít want to make things
difficult for the younger man on campus. Knowing how difficult this day was
going to be for Clarkís parents, Lex had come into Metropolis the day
before, making sure that the family would have the drive in alone together.
It had only been a day, but after having a month alone together on Clarkís
graduation trip and spending most of the rest of the summer together, it
felt like forever since heíd seen his lover.
He reached into the back of the pickup for one of Clarkís
cases, testing it before picking it up to make sure it wasnít one that
only Clark could lift. "Dave and Chloe are already inside. Chloe said
something about not trusting the two of you to make the room livable."
"Guess that means Iíll have to hide the naked girlie
pictures and the black light posters until she leaves then," Clark
laughed, wishing he could grab Lex and kiss him but knowing heíd better
wait until they got up to his room. The older man had driven Baby up to
Metropolis the day before so that he could ride with his folks, and missing
him coupled with nerves over starting college had made last night a long
"Chloeís not the only one youíd better hide naked
girlie posters from," Lex growled, eyeing him. "Now grab a box and
letís get this started. I have reservations for all of us for dinner at
six so your parents and Gabe can get some sleep after putting up with
"Heís so bossy," Clark sighed as his parents
laughed, and they all grabbed things out of the truck and carried them into
"Hey, you finally made it," Dave greeted them,
looking a little harassed as Chloe directed him in unpacking and decorating
his half of the room. "Need any help with the stuff?" he asked
with near desperate hope, making all three of the other men fight back
"The truck had a flat," Jonathan explained as he
set down a suitcase on the bare single bed.
"Chloe, donít you have a room of your own to
fix?" Clark asked, hoping that she wasnít going to order him around
like she was doing Dave.
"Already done, Clark. I got here this morning then came
over to give Dave a hand. Looks like you could use some help too."
"No, we have it well in hand," Lex said firmly.
"Dave is dating you, so he has to let you browbeat him, but Clark doesnít.
Drive your own boyfriend crazy."
Chloe laughed. "It was a lot more fun before you came
along, Lex. I always got my way."
"Donít worry, Chloe," Martha smiled, setting a
box of supplies on the small desk, "Iíll take up the slack if Lex
doesnít keep him in line."
"Hey, leave Clark alone. If anyoneís allowed to keep
him in line, itís me. Hands off, ladies!"
Martha stared at Lex. "Are you saying that you
supercede a motherís prerogative to take care of her son?"
Clark cringed and darted out the door to get more of his
Realizing belatedly that that was exactly what heíd said,
Lexís eyes widened in dismay. "You know I would never say that,
Martha. Uh, I think Clark needs my help." He fled as well, wondering
how long he could stay out of the room.
Martha pressed her lips together, managing not to laugh
until the sound of Lexís footsteps was gone.
"And to think I used to be scared of Lex Luthor!"
Chloe giggled. "No, Dave, not there! You need a light by your bed, not
by the closet!"
"Most people are afraid of Lex," Martha said a
little sadly. "But thatís because they donít know him."
Jonathan slid an arm around his wife and hugged her. "Iíll
go get another load and convince the boys that itís safe to come back
"Can I go with you?" Dave begged, sneaking out the
door after Jonathan before Chloe could stop him.
Lex looked up when Jonathan and Dave appeared, and he smiled
wryly. "Escaping the wrath of a mother?" he asked, still surprised
by his own stupidity. He didnít normally say anything without thinking
first, but being around the Kents tended to lower his guard.
"Nope, coming to let you know itís safe to come in
and to get another load," Jonathan chuckled. "I think Martha was
more amused than anything."
"I am escaping Chloe," Dave said
emphatically. "For a reporter, that girl sounds a lot like an interior
decorator at times."
"Sheís practicing being a wife," Clark
snickered, ducking away when Dave aimed a punch at his shoulder. "And Iíll
protect you from Mom, Lex, I promise."
"Sure you will," Lex scoffed. "Your mom looks
at you a certain way, and you turn to jello. But Iíll be brave. Iíve
faced down corporate sharks; I can face Martha Kent."
"You sure you ever want to have her potato salad
again?" Jonathan asked, arching his eyebrows over the boxes piled in
"I think Iím just going to be quiet now and follow
orders from General Mom," Lex muttered, trying to hide behind Clark as
they entered the room.
"Where do you want Ďem, Mom?" Clark asked,
trying not to snicker at Lexís demeanor and the way Dave scurried around
when Chloe started him working again.
"The suitcases can go nearer to your closet, dear, and
the computer on the desk. Once you get done, your father and Lex can bring
in the rest, and you can start unpacking."
Lex wondered how much trouble heíd be in if he saluted.
Turning and meeting Marthaís gaze, he decided it wasnít worth it. He
smiled innocently and followed orders, not about to start something he had
no hope of winning. Besides, nothing could ruin his mood today; Clark was
finally in Metropolis, legally adult, and all his!
It took a couple of hours, but the room was finally set up
to Martha and Chloeís approval. "Time to eat?" Clark asked
hopefully from where he was collapsed on his bed, Lex sprawled out over his
chest, the picture of exhaustion.
"So much for men being the stronger sex," Chloe
sneered laughingly, hands on hips as she eyed first them, then Dave, who was
sprawled on his bed in a similar pose. Lex started to say something, darted
a glance at Martha, and contented himself with a glare.
"Iím glad classes donít start for two more days; Iíll
need it to recover!" Dave groaned.
"Poor boys," Martha sighed. "Think you all
can recover in time for dinner?"
"Yes!" Clark exclaimed.
"What a shock, Clark is hungry," Lex observed
blandly, then fended off the pillow Clark swatted him with. "Behave or
I wonít feed you, and youíll be forced to rely on cafeteria food."
"Noooo!" Clark moaned.
"Please no! He promised heíd bring me
leftovers!" Dave wailed, causing the older Kents to laugh.
"I have to feed both of you?" Lex
exclaimed. "Lexcorp better have a stellar quarter!" He glanced at
his watch and reluctantly slid partway off Clark to sit up. "We really
should get going if weíre going to make our reservations. Chloe, what have
you done with your father?"
"He went back to the hotel earlier; I think he wanted
to make sure that I didnít drag him into with helping Dave and Clarkís
room too," she laughed. "Iím supposed to give him a call when weíre
Clark glanced around at them all in their moving clothes.
"Shouldnít we change before we go to dinner?"
Martha stared at Clark, then looked at Jonathan. "Is
that our son?"
"I told you Lex would be a bad influence on him,"
Jonathan sighed, then chuckled. "But he has a point. I doubt weíre
dressed for anywhere Lex would have made reservations."
"One advantage of going anywhere with me is that you
could walk in wearing a potato sack, and no one would say a word," Lex
said a bit wryly. "But we have time to shower and change first; thatís
why I suggested moving now. I donít know about anyone else, but being
dusty and sweaty while eating dinner isnít my favorite thing."
"Do we have to use the shower here, or can we go to
your place?" Clark asked, struggling up to a sitting position.
"Why, Clark, I thought you wanted the full dorm
experience?" Lex teased.
"Be that as it may, I already did that and would
prefer a bit more privacy at my age," Martha put in.
Lex chuckled. "You could more than hold your own,
Martha, but we have plenty of time to go back to my place for us all to
"Can I come too?" Dave begged. "Itís either
that or fight the folks and the sisters for a spot in their hotel
"Poor thing," Chloe laughed. "If you want,
you can come use the one on my floor; Iím sure the girlsí showers are
cleaner than the boysí!"
"Lex, can you hire us a maid?" Clark begged.
"Clark!" Jonathan sputtered. "Your mother and
I brought you up to clean up after yourself."
"But not after Dave," Lex pointed out.
"Clearly youíve never seen what a mess he can create." He
shuddered theatrically. "A maid is a necessity if Chloe or I are
expected to set foot in this place."
"Hear, hear!" Chloe said emphatically.
"No maid," Martha said firmly though she was
trying not to laugh. "If the thought of you two being uncomfortable in
their place isnít enough to make Clark and Dave clean up, theyíll have
to live with it."
"Aw, Mom," Clark whined before breaking into
"Oh well, at least Clarkís side is closer to the
door, so I wonít have to wade through the mess," Lex said
philosophically. "Now grab whatever you want to wear, gentlemen, and
letís get moving. Iím hungry enough that youíre starting to look good
"Let me run downstairs and grab my things. Iíll meet
you out by the car, okay?" Chloe asked, giving Dave a kiss then darting
out the door.
"Lex, did you bring Baby over yet?" Clark asked,
nudging Lex off his legs to go pull clean clothes from the closet.
"Would I dare not? But youíre nuts if you think Iím
leaving my car on campus. If you want to drive your truck, youíre going to
have to follow me over to my place." Lex started for the door, knowing
that at the speed Chloe normally moved, she would probably beat them all to
Jonathan chuckled. "Considering the size of your cars,
Lex, weíll need both trucks and your vehicle to get all of us to your
place I think."
"I hate it when youíre logical," Lex sighed.
"Youíve foiled my dastardly plan. I was going to get Clark alone in
my car and kidnap him. Will you still pay the ransom?"
"And what would that be? Ten pounds of potato
salad?" Martha asked.
"Gee, Mom, itís nice to be loved!"
"Notice that we didnít say that we would pay
it," Jonathan put in, maintaining a straight face with difficulty.
"You mean I get to keep him?" Lex demanded
"Why do I feel like a puppy they found on the side of
the road?" Clark sighed. "Címon, Dave, you can ride with me and
save me from my loved ones."
"No, you canít keep him, but weíre willing to
share, dear," Martha replied, picking up her purse and moving Jonathan
toward the door as well.
Chuckling, Lex led the way outdoors where they found Chloe
waiting at the cars. "Clark and Dave are driving off into the sunset
together. You want to come with me?"
"Sure thing!" she exclaimed. "They can have
the truck, Iíll ride in style."
"Just donít grab his stick shift!" Clark yelled
before turning crimson when both his parents turned and looked at him.
"The same goes for you," Chloe retorted, unfazed
by his parentsí presence. "Both of you, that is!"
"Yeah, hands off," Lex agreed. "I want him
"Geez, from a lost puppy to fresh produce." Dave
shook his head sadly. "Youíre moving down the food chain, Kent."
"Gotta go a lot lower to be on par with you,
Anders," Clark shot back. "Living with a sleazy actor? Whoíd a
"Weíre leaving now," Martha called. "All of
you might want to do the same."
"If you want to eat tonight that is," Lex put in
as he got into the car. "But Iím hungry and want a shower so..."
He shrugged and started the car, pulling away slowly so the others could
follow him, even though he knew they all knew the way.
Sighing, Clark rested his forehead against Lexís as they
stood at the penthouse door. "Gotta get going, Lexy. Take care of Mom
and Dad tonight, okay?"
Lex smiled faintly. "Not too much to worry about here;
itís only in Smallville that assorted crazies attack us on a daily
basis." He sighed. "I wish you didnít have to go. You realize
that Iím going to spend the next few months working on convincing you to
move in here, right?"
"Me too, but..." Clark bit his lip. "You know
it doesnít have anything to do with us, right? I just - I need to see how
it is on my own."
"I know that," Lex said gently. "Doesnít
mean that I wonít miss you, especially after this summer, or that I wonít
try to convince you that you should live here next year. Then again, it
ought to be worth a few laughs to see Daveís face the first time he wakes
up and Iím there with you."
"I wonít try to stop you from convincing me,"
Clark promised. "And I bet the look on Daveís face wonít be any
worse than the one on mine when I wake up to him and Chloe!"
"Címon, Clark!" Dave and Chloe called from where
they were standing by the elevator.
"Coming!" he answered, giving Lex a quick kiss
before letting him go. "Love you. See you tomorrow!"
Lex glanced at his watch for what seemed the hundredth time
and sighed when he saw that only a minute had passed. Heíd had one meeting
after another so hadnít been able to meet Clark for lunch, and now he
found himself as eager to see the younger man as if he hadnít seen him for
weeks. He leaned back against his car, head tilted back slightly and eyes
closed behind his sunglasses as he basked in the heat of the late afternoon
sun. He could hear a group of people not too far away speculating about what
Lex Luthor might doing on campus, but no one was even close.
"Boo!" Clark slid over the Ferrariís hood to
land next to Lex, pressed up against his side. "Miss me?"
"Always." Lex looked at him, admiring the view.
"So tell me, Mr. Kent, what are the attitudes on gays here at
Metropolis U? Would it ruin you socially if I were to push you down on the
hood of my car and kiss you?"
"Do you think I care?" Clark smirked. "If youíre
too chicken to do it, I will." Saying that, he gathered Lex into his
arms and bent him back over the car, kissing him leisurely. "So, guess
this means Iím forgiven for calling you at four in the morning?" he
murmured, nibbling at Lexís chin.
"Mmm, keep that up and Iíd forgive you for wrecking
one of my cars," Lex half-moaned, reminding himself that they were in
public and he really couldnít hump Clark. "But I have to admit that
thatís not my preference for ways you wake me up." He chuckled,
remembering the drunken call that morning.
"Sorry," Clark murmured, flushing a bit as he
remembered how drunk both he and Dave had been when heíd made the call.
"Frat rush... Man, itís wild. Did you ever pledge?"
"Bald. Sarcastic. Lionel Luthorís son. Newsflash,
Clark, they donít invite the freaks to rush." Lex shrugged.
Clark frowned at that and slowly straightened up, looking
troubled. "Fuckers. And you arenít a freak!"
"I know that." Clark was so cute when he was
protective. "But thatís how a lot of people see me." He shrugged
again. "Makes it entertaining to make their lives miserable if they
irritate me enough."
"Asses," Clark growled again, looking around as if
he could find the culprits and tear them limb from limb.
"Instead of wasting our time talking about them, how
Ďbout you kiss it better?" Lex grinned up at him, seemingly not
bothered at all by being bent back over one of his cars in the middle of a
college campus and having a college freshman draped over him for all the
world to see.
Clark relented and kissed Lex again. "Hey, baby,"
he murmured, licking the older manís ear, "my roomieís at his
girlfriendís, and Iíve got the place to myself. Wanna party?"
"Iím being invited into the shrine to manliness? Iím
honored." Lex stood up, remaining pressed against Clark, and set the
car alarm, still ignoring the gawkers theyíd attracted. "Letís go
in. I think the rest of the eveningís activities will do better with less
of an audience."
"Holy shit, isnít that the guy in our lit class? And
isnít that Lex Luthor?" an anonymous voice gasped.
"Shrine of... Youíre nuts," Clark laughed before
straightening up and allowing Lex to do the same. "And it looks like weíre
famous. Or infamous, I can never remember which is which."
"Both. Famous gets you good press, but infamous is more
fun." He glanced around. "Sorry, folks, the rest of the
performance is by invitation only, so unless you have tickets..." He
trailed off with the trademark Luthor smirk and caught Clarkís hand in
his. "Coming, Clark?"
Trying not to blush when he saw people he was familiar with
from the dorm around them, Clark grinned. "Not yet Iím not."
"Iíll have to do something about that." Lex
pulled him along a bit faster. "We can order in. Later. Right now I
only want to eat one thing."
The elevators in the dorm were slow, so they raced up the
stairs, making it to Clarkís room and shutting and locking the door behind
them. "And what thing is that?" Clark asked, crowding Lex back
against the wall and nipping at his neck.
"You, of course." Lex moaned as his head fell
back, exposing more of his throat to his lover. "Are we going to make
it to the bed or just go for it right here?" To judge by his tone, Lex
had no problem with either option.
"Bed. Need to break it in. Doesnít smell like
you," Clark muttered as he started stripping Lexís clothes off as
fast as he could without ripping them.
"Canít have that. Donít want you to forget about
me." Lex pulled at their clothes as well, a lot less concerned than
Clark was about not ripping them. He simply wanted them off, their
naked bodies pressed together.
"As if!" The moment they were mostly nude, Clark
tumbled them back onto his bed, making it thump against the wall. "Fuck
me, Lexy. Want to feel you in me," he rasped, sliding his hands over
Lexís back and down to his ass.
"You only had to ask," Lex replied throatily,
settling between Clarkís legs and rubbing against him, tearing groans from
both of them. "God, you feel so good." Suddenly desperate for his
lover, he reached down, fingers gliding over Clarkís balls and the
sensitive area behind them, then farther still until he was lightly
feathering his fingertips over the tight opening. "Open up for me,
love, let me in."
Already moaning and arching up under the other manís
weight, Clark concentrated on relaxing himself, then whimpered when Lexís
finger slid inside him. "Always give me what I want," he murmured
dreamily, looking up at Lex through eyes gone forest dark with need.
"You are what I want," Lex replied, biting
at his throat, wishing again that he could mark him even once. "God,
canít wait," he groaned, moving his hands to the back of Clarkís
thighs, pushing up and back, opening him still more, and he pushed inside, a
harsh rasp of pleasure escaping him as he did.
"Oh, fuck, Lex," Clark groaned, trying not to
shout at the amazing sensation of being filled, the intense pleasure of Lexís
erection rubbing over his prostate with each stroke. He reached out,
stroking his hands down the other manís sides, sitting up just enough to
grab his hips and pull him closer.
Lex stared down into his eyes, watching the pleasure fill
him, and he rocked back and forth, keeping it slow and easy as long as he
could, wanting to make it last. "Love you," he murmured, lowering
his head to bite at Clarkís lips, catching the full lower one between his
teeth and tugging.
"Um hmm," Clark breathed, lunging up to capture
Lexís mouth and moaning when the move sandwiched his erection between
their bodies. After that, all it took was a stroke or two more, and he was
coming, bathing them both in his semen, his body quivering around Lexís
cock in delighted spasms.
Lex gasped, body tense as he rode out Clarkís climax, the
sensation almost too good, too intense. When Clark fell back prone to the
bed once again, he started to move faster, needing to come as well. Every
thrust caused ripples in the younger manís sensitized body, and it wasnít
long before Lex cried out with the force of his climax and sprawled atop his
Once Clark could move, he gave a low chuckle and stroked Lexís
sweaty back. "Damn good way to break in a bed," he murmured.
"Damn, you mean we didnít actually break the
bed?" Lex chuckled breathlessly, nuzzling his head under Clarkís
Clark tilted his head enough to look at Lex strangely.
"Uh, no, we didnít. Why, did you want to?"
Lex shrugged. "It seems to happen often enough."
It was his turn to eye the other man. "Donít tell me you thought I
redecorated that often just for the heck of it? You have this habit of
splintering headboards and bedposts. Itís actually very good for my
"And embarrassing for mine," Clark groaned.
"How do you explain - Shit!" He barely had time to grab the
blanket from under their bodies and flip it over them when he heard the lock
rattle, then Dave was coming into the room.
"I thought you had, oh man, TMI, TMI!" Dave
wailed, covering his face with his backpack. "Jeez, leave a towel on
the door or something!"
"Arenít you supposed to be at Chloeís?" Lex
asked calmly, slipping to one side so he was lying against Clarkís side
instead of on top of him, making it easier for all of them to talk.
"We came back to get some stuff," Dave said,
lowering his backpack a fraction and peering over it cautiously. This time
seeing that they were covered and not actually doing anything, he let
it fall back to a normal position.
"Did you find it?" Chloe asked, bouncing into the
room and grinding to a halt at the sight that met her. "Damn!" She
smacked Daveís arm. "I told you we should have left
Lex rolled his eyes. "Iím sure you know the
mechanics, Chloe, so why are you so interested in seeing us?"
She shrugged. "Youíre both hot, and youíd be even
hotter together. Besides, where else am I ever going to get a chance to see
it for myself?"
"Rent a video."
Lex gave up, flopping back and draping an arm over his eyes.
Through it all, Clark was hiding his face, pretending that
none of this was happening.
Dave sighed. "You know, Chloe, if you want Clark and/or
Lex more than me, just tell me."
"What? No!" Chloe grabbed hold of his arm. "I
love you, you idiot! I just... would like to see. You canít tell me that
you wouldnít think it was hot to watch me with another woman? Well, since
youíre so straight I could use you as a ruler, these two are as close to
that fantasy as Iím going to get. Doesnít mean that I want them more
"Why do I feel like a show and tell exhibit?" Lex
muttered to Clark.
"At least she doesnít treat us like an interactive
one," Clark whispered back.
Dave shrugged. "I can appreciate it; I just donít
need to talk about it all the time is all."
"I donít talk about it all the time, just when it,
theyíre in my face!" Chloe retorted, hands on hips as she frowned at
Dave. "And if you donít know how I feel about you by now, Dave
Anders, youíre the one with the problem, not me!" With an emphatic
nod of her head, she spun on her heel and headed for the door.
"Chloe!" Dave yelled, going to the door and
following her out into the hall. "I didnít... Damn it!"
Scowling, he returned into the room, throwing himself down
on the bed and cursing violently. "I look at a girl in the quad and get
reamed for it while she can talk about wanting to see the two of you going
at it, and itís just fine and dandy. Well, fuck that!"
Wide-eyed, Clark looked at Lex, unable to do anything but
stay where he was because of his state of undress. "She was just
kidding, Dave," he offered, only to have the other teen round on him
"You two feed it; hell, Lex loves it!"
Eyebrows rising, Lex eyed him coolly, the narrow-eyed stare
that he normally reserved for business rivals or unsatisfactory employees.
Without turning, he propped a pillow against the headboard and sat up
against it, making sure not to dislodge the blanket over Clark. "If you
really believe itís anything more than a joke and a little verbal
fantasizing, you donít deserve her." For the first time since Dave
and Chloe had begun seriously dating, Lex was looking at him like a
potential problem to be removed, and the other two were reminded just how
protective he was of his few friends.
"Yeah, sure, itís all my fault, big shock
there." Dave slammed to his feet again and grabbed his backpack.
"Just see how youíd like it if every other minute Clark was going on
and on about watching her and me." He stalked out of the room, slamming
the door behind him.
"Oh, fuck," Clark whispered. "Did they just
break up because of us?"
"Not unless heís an idiot," Lex sighed. "Iím
sure Chloeís shocked that he didnít follow her; I doubt she expected to
make it out of the building. But he is acting like an idiot if he
doesnít know her better than that by now. Chloeís outspoken, and she
says whatever comes into her head. This all started as her way of dealing
with us since she still had a crush on you, and it became a habit that we
have fun with. But she loves him, and heís a fool if he pushes her away
because of his own insecurities."
"I know, I just..." Clark sighed and sat up as
well, looking pensive. "Have you ever thought of giving up this world
domination idea and going into psychology? You understand peopleís motives
"Well, how could I rule the world if I didnít
understand the people well enough to manipulate them into electing me?"
Lex pointed out laughingly. "But I prefer the hard sciences, thanks all
the same." He looked over at the empty bed on the other side of the
room and sighed. "You want to go to my apartment in case they come
Glancing over at the clock on his desk, Clark sighed.
"Yeah, but I have class in a couple of hours. Iíll let you know after
though, okay? They might need someone to talk to, you know, if things arenít
"I think talking to us is what started this, but
okay." Lex shrugged and settled back down, curling around Clark, head
pillowed on the younger manís shoulder. "And explain to me again why
you took an evening class? If not for that, I could be taking you out to
dinner and then back to the apartment for dessert."
"Only time they offered it that wasnít full,"
Clark said apologetically. "And didnít we just have dessert before we
had dinner? Or you can join me in the dining hall..."
Picturing the reactions if he walked into Met Uís
cafeteria and calmly had dinner, Lex snickered. "Why not? Might as well
get everyone used to the idea that youíre taken before anyone gets any
"You and your ideas..." Clark shook his head
slowly. "Guess that means youíll need to take a shower here too. Can
you stand no water pressure when someone flushes?"
"Iíll simply bitch to you for several hours and let
you smooth my ruffled feathers," Lex replied sweetly. "And I have
a bag in the trunk that I meant to bring in with some clothes. I had a
feeling I might need some here."
"Works for me." Clark grinned and rubbed his hand
over Lexís stomach. "If you complain, Iíll have to keep your mouth
busy is all."
"Well, that might get us arrested, but youíll protect
me from becoming somebodyís bitch, right?" Lex was half asleep, which
made him somewhat giddy at times.
Clark snickered. "Fool. Take a nap. Weíve got
forty-five minutes before we need to get going, and you plainly need the
Lex mumbled something incoherent and snuggled closer,
already sinking into a deeper sleep.
Clark shifting under him woke Lex a while later, and he
grumbled as he wrapped his arms around the other man and tried to hold him
still. "Comfortable," he groused.
"Gotta wake up, Lexy," Clark singsonged. "We
need showers, and I need food before class or I wonít hear the prof for my
"You need a coffee maker in this room," Lex
growled, sitting up and scrubbing a hand over his face. Slowly becoming more
coherent, he looked around, noting that Dave hadnít returned. "Seeing
as my clothes, including a robe, are still out in the car, do you have
anything I can borrow?"
Picking Lex up, Clark scooted out from under him and got off
the bed before setting him down again. "Try these," he said after
rummaging through a drawer and pulling out a pair of jersey shorts and a
t-shirt. "Iíll run down and grab your stuff after I get dressed,
Lex nodded. "Shower, clothes, coffee, food. Already
have you so thatís all I need."
"Yes, Lex, whatever you say, Lex," Clark laughed,
gathering up his own clothes and pulling on a pair of sweats for the walk to
"Why donít you ever say that when Iím actually
awake?" Lex muttered, standing up and stretching, smiling when he
noticed Clark watching. He stretched again before pulling on the shorts and
shirt. "Wipe the drool off your chin, Clarkbar, and lead me to a
"Hey," Clark said, looking up from his notes when
Chloe slid into the seat next to him in the lecture hall. "Iím sorry
about earlier; Lex and I, we didnít know you guys were going to come in
"Donít worry about it, Clark. Itís your room too. Iím
sure itís going to happen the other way around eventually." Chloe
tried to sound blasť about the possibility, but the color rose in her
cheeks. "But who knew Dave was going to freak like that?"
"Not me. I mean, I thought he was cool about all this,
but... I guess Iíd freak if I saw Lex drooling over the two of you if we
walked in on it, even though I know he should be used to you joking about it
Chloe sighed. "Itís just in fun though. And really,
if he doesnít trust me enough to understand that, have I been kidding
myself about how right we are for each other? I donít want to believe
that; I mean, I love him, you know. Iím really confused right now. I
thought he was kidding at first, but..." She trailed off miserably.
"Hey." Clark reached across the space between them
and squeezed her hand. "I bet heís confused too and kicking himself
for blowing up like that. Bet you ten bucks heís waiting for you outside
after class or back at your room. Wanna take me up on it?"
Smiling, Chloe shook her head. "No, youíre right. Iím
just stressing about being away from home, I guess, and let this blow up way
out of proportion." She grinned wickedly. "Maybe you and Lex
should stay at the apartment tonight?" she suggested.
"Ooo, major hardship there," Clark laughed,
pleased and relieved that her mood had lightened. "The two of you had
better not use my bed though!"
"As if Dave would!" she laughed. "Heíd
freak at the very idea. The day we all end up in the room without realizing
it and wake up the next morning ought to be really interesting,"
she snickered. "I donít know whether you or Dave will be
Clark sighed. "Me probably. At least heís used to
people staring at him up on stage."
"Yeah, well, heís not so used to people staring at us,"
Chloe pointed out, looking amused by the whole idea. "Hopefully it wonít
happen too often. Besides, Iím sure Lex will try to get you to spend more
time at the penthouse. Itís more comfortable, and itís private."
"Yeah, but part of the reason I wanted to be in the
dorms is that I wanted to be on my own some, you know? If Iím over there
all the time, it sort of defeats the purpose." Clark didnít mention
the fact that there were times he wished heíd never made that decision.
"Well, no, not all the time, but why would you want to
stay in the dorm if thereís no reason to be on campus? I mean sure, if you
have an early or really late class or if thereís something happening here
that you want to go to, it makes sense to stay here, but why not enjoy a
night in a non-army-issue bed with Lex when you can?"
Clark chuckled. "Good point. Howíd you get to be so
smart? Plus it gives you and Dave the room all to yourselves."
Chloe started to answer, but the professor started talking,
and they were kept busy taking notes for the rest of the class.
Lex Luthor leaning against yet another ridiculously
expensive foreign sports car was becoming a familiar sight on the Met U
campus these days. He slouched against the side of the car, hands in
pockets, watching the people go by while he waited for Clark. They hadnít
made plans for Lex to pick him up, but he knew Clarkís last class of the
day would be over shortly, and after that afternoonís fiasco, he didnít
think heíd have much difficulty convincing the other man to come back to
the penthouse for the night.
Clark spotted Lex under the streetlight as he walked back to
the dorm, and he grinned. "Loitering and trying to pick up unsuspecting
college students? Mr. Luthor, I am ashamed of you," he laughed.
"Just one student," Lex replied, straightening up
as Clark neared. "But Iím hoping to kidnap him for the night. I could
be altruistic and say itís to give Dave and Chloe some space, but the
truth is I just want you with me. I still donít sleep very well when youíre
not in the bed too."
"Sounds good to me," Clark nodded. "Dave was
waiting for Chloe outside class, so Iím hoping theyíll patch things
up." He smiled. "Plus you think Iím turning down a chance to
cuddle with you? No way."
"Youíre so easy. Itís one of the things I love
about you." Lex slid his arms around Clarkís waist and pulled him in
for a kiss. "You need to get anything from your room before we
"I am not easy," Clark pouted. "Iím just
trying to be a good roommate is all." Realizing how silly that sounded,
he shrugged. "Okay, you got me. Iíve got clothes at your place; I can
grab my books in the morning before class, so I donít need anything I can
"Well, lube would be good, but I have plenty of
that," Lex purred, just to see him blush.
"Le-ex!" Clark groaned, feeling his face heat and
avoiding looking around to see if anyone was nearby. "Youíre so
"Hey, whatís this?" Clark stooped to pick up a
thick, padded manila envelope outside Lexís penthouse door. "Itís
addressed to me. Okay, thatís freaky."
Lex glanced over and frowned, wondering who would have sent
something to Clark here rather than to his box at college. "No return
address?" he asked, tossing his keys into the dish on the table in the
foyer and moving toward the bedroom to change.
"Nothing," Clark called after him. "Itís
postmarked Metropolis, and," he scanned the package with his x-ray
vision, "looks like some pictures or papers inside. No bomb, so itís
not my mad stalker." Laughing, he ripped open the wrapping to stare
bug-eyed at the photos that fell to the floor.
"Uh, Lex," he croaked, staring at shots of his
lover with a wide assortment of men and women and sometimes both, "you
might want to come here."
Hearing an odd tone in Clarkís voice, Lex frowned and
immediately headed back the way heíd come. "Whatís wrong?" he
asked worriedly as he rounded the corner, only to stop in his tracks when he
followed his loverís wide-eyed gaze to the photographs on the floor.
"What the fuck?" he gasped, slowly coming forward and crouching
down to pick them up, a quick glance showing him people he didnít even
remember in several of them. "No note?" he asked, looking up at
Clark shook his head, not taking his eyes off the pictures.
"Nothing. Think itís someoneís idea of a sick joke?"
"It could only be Lionel. Some of these were attempts
at blackmail; no one else would be able to get all of them." Lex
eyed the pictures with distaste, appalled by his state in some of them.
"Iím sorry you had to see this, love."
"Heís left us alone pretty much so far, why
now?" As Clark asked the question, he gathered the pictures together
and incinerated them with a burst of heat from his eyes, his only outward
reaction to seeing Lex with all those people.
Lex winced slightly, knowing that no matter how irrational
it was for his lover to be jealous of people heíd fucked when Clark had
been in grade school, heíd feel the same if the situations were reversed.
"I suppose up till now, as your father would say, it was a case of out
of sight, out of mind. Now weíre right here in the same city, and
apparently Lionel feels Metropolis isnít big enough for all of us.
Besides, heíd love to think he could separate us. He knows how much you
mean to me."
Clark nodded shortly. "He has no idea," he said
quietly, looking up from his soot-streaked hands to meet Lexís gaze.
"If he pushes too much, Iím going to be the one who pushes
Lex wrapped his arms around the other man, hugging him
close. "Donít let him get to you. Donít let him drag you down to
his level; I know how easy that can be, how tempting it is to use his own
tactics against him Ďjust this onceí. But if we have to, weíll take
him on together. I donít want him getting his hands on you."
"Ugh." Clark made a face and forced himself to
relax before he gave in to the urge to punch something and destroyed a wall.
"The idea of your fatherís hands on me... gross, but not as gross as
the idea of him looking at pictures of you fucking other people. The man is
"Gee, really?" Lex appeared singularly unsurprised
by that. "You thought making sure I saw pictures of him fucking the
woman whoíd been sharing my bed only days earlier was a sign of a healthy
mind? Or maybe everyone goes around smashing up other peopleís cars."
"Iím sorry." Unsure of what to do, Clark simply
tightened his arms around Lex, holding him close.
Sighing, Lex relaxed into his embrace. "Me too. Sorry
you had to see those, sorry Lionel is pushing himself into our lives again,
sorry I snapped at you." He leaned his head on Clarkís shoulder.
"What say we grab a shower, forget all about him, and go out for a
Clark nodded. "Sounds good to me. We both need to relax
"Do you have an early class tomorrow, or can we stay
out for a while?"
"Itís Thursday, right?" At Lexís nod, Clark
reviewed his schedule mentally. "Nothing until 11, so weíve got some
time unless you have to be in early. Want to do a movie?"
"Sounds good. I like the idea of a couple of hours in a
dark room with you," Lex teased, trying to through off the mood caused
by his fatherís charming gift.
"Next youíll be saying you want to sit in the back
row and make out." Clark kept an arm around Lexís waist as they
headed toward the master bedroom.
Lex peered at him owlishly. "Well, what else would you
do in a theater?"
"Watch the movie?"
"But youíre much more interesting. And I know I
am." Lex smirked at him. "But if you insist on watching other
Clark laughed and shook his head. "If we arenít going
to watch, whatís the point of going?"
"To show off what I have that no one else does:
you." Lex started stripping, tossing his clothes carelessly onto a
chair, intent on a shower. He felt dirty after seeing those pictures.
"I think Iím the one who needs to show that
off," Clark commented, stripping off his clothes as well and following
Lex into the bathroom.
"We can show each other off," Lex compromised,
groaning with pleasure when the hot water hit his body. "God, this
feels good. On second thought, maybe we should just stay here all
"Nope, weíre going out. We can go shopping if that
will make you feel better," Clark teased, reaching for the sponge and
soap and beginning to wash Lexís chest.
"Have I suddenly turned into Chloe? Shopping isnít
the solution to all my woes, Clarkbar. But hot water and you are close. So Iíll
just luxuriate here for a bit, then we can go face the world." Every
time they went out, Lex wondered if this would be the time that the scandal
rags would catch up with them and Clark would find his face plastered on
covers the next day.
Clark shrugged. "Not even shopping for cars?" he
asked. "Lexy, you practically come every time the new models are
announced every year."
"Iíve already ordered what I want from the new
season," Lex replied, looking down his nose. "And donít tell me
you donít enjoy them too. Who is it whoís the first one to drive some of
them and isnít happy till weíve christened each one?"
"Youíve got me there," Clark chuckled. "Who
am I to complain if you have a car fetish?" He turned Lex around to
work on his back.
"I donít have a car fetish; I have a Clark
fetish," Lex corrected, bracing his hands on the marble wall of the
enclosure as Clark washed him. "God, you have talented hands."
"Should I quit college and go to masseuse school?"
"Only if I come with you for you to practice on. Iím
not letting anyone else find out how good you are, or Iíd really have to
beat them off with sticks!"
"So youíre going to be my only customer?" Clark
thought about that for a moment as he knelt to wash Lexís legs.
"Could be worth it. The job benefits are amazing from what I
"Yeah, you get me. And all my money if youíd ever let
me spend any on you," Lex groused, one hand lightly resting on Clarkís
head for balance.
Clark looked up and grinned, shaking his hair out of his
eyes. "Iíll let you buy the popcorn; how about that?"
"Last of the big time spenders. You know, Iím not in
any danger of going broke, Clark. Itís okay to splurge sometimes." He
smiled down at the teenager, fingers unconsciously petting his wet hair.
"Fine. You can buy my books next semester. That enough
splurging for you?" Clark asked, leaning in to plant a kiss on Lexís
Lex just smiled, already planning on spoiling Clark for his
birthday, Christmas, and any other reason he could come up with. "Youíre
too kind to me. And much as I hate to say it, if weíre going out, we
should get going, or Iím going to melt into a puddle of goo."
Laughing, Clark stood up and quickly washed himself,
stepping out of the shower and drying himself as Lex began to get dressed.
"No gooey Lexes. Not until later anyway," he teased.
"Mmmm, getting kinky on me? I think we need to be in
the very back row of the movie theater," Lex teased, trying to make him
blush. Buttoning his black jeans, he stared at the younger man, smirking.
Clark squirmed, feeling his face heat. "Not in the
movie theatre, you nut!"
"Damn. Guess I wonít get lucky after all... till we
get home again." He eyed Clark with amusement. "Itís fortunate
that you look good in red."
"You think Iíd have outgrown that by now," Clark
groaned, grabbing jeans and a shirt from the clothes he left in the closet
and pulling them on.
"It must be natural to your people...and Iím glad you
havenít. Youíre cute when you blush." Watching Clark dress, Lex
leaned against the bedpost, thumbs hooked in his belt loops.
"Beware the power of the blush..." Shaking his
head, Clark grabbed his brush and ran it through his hair, then turned to
look at Lex. "Presentable enough for you, Mr. Luthor?"
"Mmmm, Iíd mess you up again, but then weíd never
get out of here." Straightening up, Lex paused to pet Sheri, who was
curled up on the bed, then walked across to Clark, sliding an arm around his
waist as they headed out.
"Save it for later, feed me now," Clark chuckled.
"Getting pushy there, Clarkbar." Lex grabbed a set
of keys on the way out. Suddenly realizing something, he pointed out,
"If we want to eat first, and I have to admit that Iím hungry, itís
going to be too late to catch even a late show. That leaves watching a video
or going out dancing. Your choice."
Glancing at Lexís clothes, then at his own casual garb,
Clark chuckled. "We really arenít dressed for clubbing, Lexy."
Lex shrugged. "Take off our shirts, flash some cash,
and mention my name, and we can get in anywhere. But thatís only if you
"Sure, if you want." It didnít bother Clark one
way or the other, but if Lex wanted to dance, heíd go.
"Weíll see how we feel after we eat. By then we may
just want to come home and relax." Stepping out of the elevator, Lex
headed toward one of his new cars and tossed the keys to Clark. "Want
"Nah, you go ahead. You know I hate driving in
traffic," Clark smiled, lobbing the keys back after hitting the remote
button to unlock the car.
"Wimp," Lex taunted as he slid into the contoured
leather seat, settling comfortably behind the wheel of his new toy.
"Does that mean that you wonít critique my driving this time?"
Clark leaned over and fastened the seatbelt around Lex.
"Only if you donít try to run over little old ladies crossing the
street this time."
"I was going around her! You think I want to hit
somebodyís grandma? After all, sheíd dent my car."
"True altruism, Lexy. Youíre a real
"So glad you noticed. I should be getting the Nobel
Peace Prize any day now," Lex intoned, then chuckled. "For the
record, anything faster than a turtle can manage on a slow day is not
automatically too fast."
They pulled out of the garage and right into traffic,
causing Clark to look over at Lex. "What was that about going as slow
as turtles? We could have walked there faster then this."
Looking around, Lex had to agree. "Do you want me to
park and we can walk the rest of the way? Decide fast; that guyís pulling
out of that spot."
"Youíd actually park your baby on the street?"
Clark asked, gasping in shock. "Keep driving, Lex. Weíll get there
eventually, and a nice safe valet can park it.
"Smartass," Lex growled, swatting at him but not
hard enough to hurt his hand. "Youíre right though; I think we could
have walked there faster. Well, I know you could, but I could have
"Or I could have carried you, and weíd have gotten
there in three minutes," Clark said cheerily, watching as the light
ahead of them changed once again.
"With a trail of photographers behind us," Lex
added. "I donít think I really want to see that story, nor do I want
to explain it to your mom and dad."
Clark sighed. "Good point. Weíll get there
eventually, though you may have to go through drive through at Burger King
to tide me over."
"And you wonder why I tease you about your
appetite," Lex snickered. "Shall I jump out and find a side of
beef for you?" He darted a glance over at the other man, amused.
"Sure, there are plenty of them to be found on the
streets of Metropolis." Clark glanced ahead and nudged Lex. "You
"Whoís driving this car? Just sit there and look
"Like this?" Smiling innocently, Clark whipped off
his shirt and half turned in his seat, eyeing Lex hungrily.
Lex swallowed hard. "Suddenly, Chinese vegetables are
not what Iím hungry for," he said huskily. Abruptly glad for the
traffic keeping them nearly motionless, he allowed his eyes to drink in the
"Guess Iím pretty enough." Clark snickered and
pulled his shirt back on, biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud when
Lex made a strangled sound. "Feed me Chinese, then we can come back,
and you can have what you want."
"You sure I canít have an appetizer?" Lexís
hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly enough to leave marks as he
reminded himself that he was driving and couldnít just grab Clark.
"Later." Clark promised, cocking his head when the
cars behind them began to honk. "Lexy, the pedal on the right is the
The look Lex gave him promised retribution, but he managed
to concentrate on his driving for the rest of the trip. At the restaurant,
he parked the car with relief, getting out and coming around quickly so he
was waiting by the time Clark got out, their bodies pressing together since
Lex didnít move back.
"Need something, Lexy?" Clark asked, staring down
into the older manís eyes and feeling his own blood heat.
"You." Lex yanked his head down the inch necessary
for their mouths to meet, and his tongue slipped eagerly inside to taste
Clark immediately wrapped his arms around Lex, plastering
their bodies together as their tongues slid together, thrusting and
retreating in a game they never tired of. Clark could have gone on like that
for as long as Lex wanted, but a flash going off nearby startled him from
his sensual daze.
"Lex Luthor and his boy-toy. Oh yeah, this is gonna be
worth some cash!" the photographer crowed, jumping into his car and
peeling out of the parking lot.
Lex sighed and dropped his forehead against Clarkís
shoulder. "Well, we knew it had to happen sooner or later. Ready to
become a celebrity, Clark?"
Trying gamely to smile, Clark hugged Lex tightly. "Does
this mean Iíll get my name on the Walk of Fame some day?"
"Nope, just on half of my worldly goods." Lex
hugged him back, knowing that despite expecting this, it was still not going
to be easy for Clark.
"What about on you?"
"Thatís doable, so long as weíre not talking across
my forehead," Lex teased, trying to cheer him up.
Clark managed another smile. "I dunno; I could fit my
whole name up there."
Lex gave him a look that promised dire retribution if he
tried it, and he urged Clark toward the entrance. "Come on, Iím
starving... and I want my dessert too."
"Sounds good." Once they were inside and seated,
Clark looked up from his menu, his expression queasy. "You know, Chloeís
going to kill us."
Looking baffled, Lex stared at him over his menu. "Why?
We cleared out so she and Dave could patch things up."
"Someone else is going to get the photo credit for that
picture of us."
Lexís eyes widened in dismay. "Oh shit," he
whispered. "Iíd call her and give her the opportunity, but I think
they might both kill us if we interrupt them tonight."
Clark nodded. "Yeah. Dave was waiting outside the
lecture hall with flowers, so I think he was over being mad. Between the two
reasons, Iíd rather have her kill us because of the picture." The
waitress came up, and he ordered, glancing over at Lex to see what he
Lex placed his order, then sat back staring across the table
pensively. "Maybe if we offer her an exclusive interview? Think that
might save our lives?"
"Maybe..." Clark picked up an egg noodle and
twirled it between his fingers pensively. "Or we can bribe her with
something; that works in the movies."
"Weíre not letting her watch!"
"What! No way!" Clark exclaimed, horrified.
"I meant a new computer or something!"
"Well, I suggest you tell her that, not offer her
whatever she wants, or you know thatís what sheíll ask for. I feel like
a show and tell exhibit sometimes."
"I dunno; after the argument she just had with Dave,
she might surprise us..."
"True. Then again, Chloe always surprises me," Lex
admitted. "Itís one of her more endearing traits. It makes up for her
frequent resemblance to a pit bull."
"Better not say that to her face!" Clark dipped
the fried noodle in the duck sauce and ate it. "Iíd have to protect
one of you, and Iím not sure who it would be."
"Me," Lex sighed. "I did say it to her one
time... and had a glass of frozen mochaccino dumped over my head. That stuffís
cold and sticky!" he said with a remembered shudder.
"I wouldnít mind licking it off you," Clark
commented idly. "And it was your own fault then for mentioning it to
"Yes, I know you like licking sticky things off
me," Lex replied wryly. "And while I may have needed a new shirt,
it did distract her from the story she was chasing... which would have led
her straight to you. I feel much safer now that she knows about you,
Clark frowned. "When was that?" he asked, thanking
the waitress when she brought him his Coke.
"About two, two and a half years ago, I guess. Right
after you had that really horrible reaction to the mutated mosquitoes."
Lex shuddered at the memory. "That shade of green is not your
color. But as usual Chloe noticed more than she should, and she was asking
some very uncomfortable questions, so I had to distract her. I really liked
that shirt too," he added wistfully.
Remembering how big those bugs had gotten and just how they
affected him, Clark grimaced and pushed the noodles away. "It died for
a good cause, and Iím sure my clothes mourned it heartily."
Remembering a truly insane conversation theyíd once had,
Lex asked, "Was that the slutty clothes or the sweet and innocent
"The sweet innocent ones, of course. The slutty ones
were too busy partying to care. Theyíre thoroughly corrupted."
"My shirt would be hurt if it were still alive. After
all the good times it showed your clothes, they didnít even acknowledge
its passing? Iím shocked."
Clark sighed and shook his head. "They became bad
clothes, what can I say? It was those short cut-offs and that leather
harness thing that swayed them."
"Ah, itís always the leather," Lex said wisely,
glancing up as the waitress brought more green tea and nearly bursting out
laughing at the blank, stiff expression on her face. Once she was out of
earshot, he glanced over at Clark. "I think our clothes scared
"Not us?" Clark snickered. "Weíll have to
give her a good tip."
"Iím not certain sheíll ever come back," Lex
laughed. "Funny, I thought we were making perfectly normal
"Maybe we can tell her weíre discussing a new kidís
cartoon or something."
"I think weíre probably better off pretending nothing
happened. Sluttiness isnít really a Saturday morning staple,
"Have you watched some of the cartoons?"
Clark asked, incredulous.
"Well, no. I usually prefer to spend Saturday morning
in bed with you or to read the paper. Cartoons arenít part of my
"Tsk tsk, youíve missed so much in life, Lexy. No
wonder you didnít know who Krillin was."
Lex rolled his eyes. "Yes, Clark. Whatever you say,
Clark. Would you like some more chow mein?"
Clark snickered. "No thanks, Iíll wait for my food -
if the waitress ever comes back."
"That might be a while. Sheís probably gathering up
all her relatives for protection before venturing near us again." Lex
glanced back and had to laugh when he saw several heads quickly pull back
inside the kitchen. "We appear to the topic of conversation amongst the
"Great. Maybe that photographer will talk to them and
have a juicy quote to go with the picture of us together."
Lex made a face. "Lovely thought. Youíre just a
barrel of laughs, arenít you? Oh well, at least weíre photogenic. We wonít
look like escapees from the simian exhibit at the zoo like some
"You mean Lionel and Victoria?" Clark asked. He
looked up when their waitress appeared, set their food on the table as
quickly as possible, then ran away. "Well, at least itís hot."
"Actually no, they both photograph well. Sadly thatís
not true of everyone though. Iíve seen some really horrible pictures of
people who didnít look that bad in real life. Not that the photographers
working for the gossip rags really care about making their subjects look
"Get the picture at any cost? Thatís just so
wrong." Clark dug into his red and white shrimp, chewing and swallowing
before spearing one on his fork. "Want one?"
Lex leaned over the table to take the shrimp Clark offered.
"Mmm, good." Happily munching on his mixed vegetables, Lex picked
up a piece of broccoli with his chopsticks and extended them toward Clark.
"Want some?" he offered in return.
"Just donít drop it in my lap," Clark teased,
taking the broccoli and humming in appreciation.
"Oh, I donít know. Iíd have to clean it up then,
wouldnít I?" Lex eyed him across the table. "Then again, Iíd
hate to be thrown out of my favorite Chinese restaurant."
"Weíre already pretty close to having that
done." Clark spooned some more rice onto his plate and settled into his
eating with a vengeance.
"Well, they wonít toss us out for inane
conversations, but Iím fairly certain that blowjobs under the table are
over the line."
"Damn, the places you bring me to, Lex," Clark
sighed. "For shame."
"Iíll take you someplace else after we eat to make up
for it," Lex promised, slowly sucking a thick lo mein noodle into his
Eyes widening as he watched the trail the noodle followed,
Clark gulped down a mouthful of his soda. "Like home?"
"Either there or a club. Depends how soon you want
dessert." Lex licked the sauce from his lips.
"In private, please," Clark whimpered.
"I can do private. All alone, together, just
us..." Lex purred.
"And the bed," Clark added. "Eat faster,
Lexy." It didnít matter that theyíd had each other earlier in the
day; his need for Lex was knife sharp.
"Why, Clarkbar, you sound anxious." Lex smirked at
him over a baby corn that he popped into his mouth, sucking it in until it
disappeared between his lips. "I thought you were hungry?"
"Do that again and Iím carrying you out of
here," Clark warned.
Never looking away, Lex pulled out his wallet and tossed a
few bills on the table without checking them, then ate another corn, a
challenging smirk curving his lips.
Pushing his chair back from the table, Clark slowly stood
up. "Weíre going to have to pay someone to get us food from
here," he said, before darting around the table and hoisting Lex up
over his shoulder, much to the shock of the other patrons and the staff.
"Iíll bring Enrique back to town and send him,"
Lex laughed a bit breathlessly as Clarkís shoulder squeezed the air out of
him. "Gonna set a new record back to the apartment?"
"No, weíre going to take your car so we donít have
to come out later to get it," Clark growled, setting Lex on the ground
and waiting impatiently for the valet to bring the vehicle around.
"Well, hell," Lex grumbled. "You mean I still
have to wait? Remind me to start using the limo so we can make out in the
"Thatís okay. We can live without the limo,
Lexy." The car was pulled up, and Clark slid behind the steering wheel,
waiting until Lex climbed in as well before pulling out. "Iíll get us
back fast, I promise."
Slumped in his seat, Lex radiated sullen discontent. "I
hate bucket seats," he grumbled. "I canít even entertain
myself with you."
"You bought the car," Clark pointed out, changing
gears before running a hand over Lexís crotch. "And you could always
entertain me by entertaining yourself until we get there."
Arching up into Clarkís touch, Lex moaned. "Better
than nothing... and it might inspire you to get us there faster." He
unfastened his button flies, releasing his already half-hard cock so he
could wrap his fingers around it. "Mmmm, not as good as you,
but..." He raised his hand to his mouth so he could wet his fingers.
"Oh, God," Clark groaned, torn between watching
Lex pleasure himself and watching the road so that he could get them back to
the penthouse without having an accident. "You look so good."
"And once you get us there, you can taste too,"
Lex purred. "And then I can watch you too. Will you jerk off for me,
Clarkbar? Let me see and hear you and then lick you clean?" He stroked
himself leisurely, lower lip caught between his teeth as he watched Clark
through hooded eyes.
Clark could feel the blush heating his cheeks, and he licked
his suddenly dry lips, nodding slowly. He forced his gaze back to the road,
listening to Lexís soft sounds of pleasure as he moved his hand over his
"Is this what you want, love?" Lex murmured,
raising his precome-coated fingers to Clarkís lips while he wrapped the
other hand around his aching cock. "God, I want to be in you, to feel
you hot and tight around me and hear you moaning my name."
"God, Lex," Clark whimpered, debating the merits
of pulling over and simply running them back to the penthouse. "Will
you? The minute we get in the door?"
"I may not wait that long," Lex rasped. "Itís
a private elevator, after all."
Clark took a deep breath and let it out, afraid to look at
Lex for fear that heíd give up caring where they were and let the other
man do him right there. The entrance to the underground parking lot was just
ahead, and he pulled in with an audible sigh of relief. "Is the
elevator ride long enough?"
"Who cares? If not, weíll just ride up and down a few
times... in the elevator that is," Lex chuckled throatily. "No one
can disturb us."
Keeping enough control to park the car and pocket the keys,
Clark was out of it and standing beside Lexís door in a second. "Now,
Lexy," he half-pleaded.
Equally hungry, Lex practically leaped out of the car and
toward the elevator, glad that the elevator remained wherever theyíd last
used it so the door slid open instantly to his passkey. Inside, he barely
waited till the doors had closed before he was on Clark, mouth taking his
ravenously while he tore at the younger manís clothes.
Leaning back against the cool metal of the elevatorís
wall, Clark closed his eyes and let Lex move him the way he wanted, shifting
arms and legs and gradually feeling himself stripped out of his clothes.
When Lex pressed against him for another kiss, he groaned, feeling the
layers of clothing his lover was still wearing.
The sound went straight to Lexís cock, making him shudder,
and he couldnít wait any longer. Long fingers tore at the zipper of his
pants, freeing himself, then he spun Clark around to face the wall while he
positioned himself and pushed inside with a harsh groan.
Back bowing as he pushed back to meet Lexís initial
thrust, Clark whimpered again as he felt himself opened and taken.
"Yes, yours, please," he whispered, fisting his hands so as to
keep from clawing marks in the elevator wall.
"Always," Lex rasped, teeth biting down on the
nape of Clarkís neck as he drove into him, his hands rising to cover Clarkís,
urging them to unclench so their fingers could interlace.
Threading their fingers together, Clark tilted his head to
the side, giving Lex free access to his neck, just as he had his body. He
spread his legs wider so that Lex could press into him more easily and
groaned when the move had his lover pushing even deeper into him.
"Oh god," Lex groaned, a full-body shudder
wracking him as Clarkís heat closed around him. "Love this, love
you." He bit and sucked at his loverís exposed neck, nearly out of
control, as he thrust into him, needing to claim him.
"Yes." Bowing his head forward, Clark surrendered
totally to his loverís attentions, tightening his body down around Lexís
cock as he braced himself against the wall, feeling the slight rumble as the
elevator moved upward.
Clinging to Clarkís hands, Lex snapped his hips back and
forth, trying to go deeper inside his lover with every thrust.
"Mine," he rasped around the mouthful of flesh he was gripping.
"Want to feel you come for me, want to fuck you into coming."
Wishing he could feel the press of Lexís teeth into his
skin as something more than light pressure, Clark moaned and nodded. The
elevator car smelled of sex and of them, and he gave himself to the
sensation of Lex fucking him and followed it where it led, taking him closer
and closer to orgasm.
Lex could feel his body tightening as the pleasure rode
higher, but he knew Clark was close as well. He shifted position slightly
and was rewarded with a high-pitched whine on his next thrust. Gritting his
teeth, he fought to hold on a little longer, to make Clark come before he
allowed the climax to wash over him.
"LexohgodLex." Clark bit his lower lip as his body
shuddered, and he came. The metal wall beneath his hands pressed inward at
the end of his fingers, leaving ten perfect dimples in the smooth surface,
but he didnít care. He was coming, and Lex was coming, and that was all
Unable to hold back any longer, Lex came at almost the same
moment as Clark when he felt the rippling contractions around his cock.
Crying his loverís name, he thrust into him a few more times, then slumped
over him, panting.
"I donít think I can move," Clark murmured,
reaching back to run his hand over Lexís side and sighing happily.
"Want to stay in the elevator all night long?"
"Thereís no food or plumbing in here, so that would
be a no," Lex replied dryly, still leaning against Clark, head pillowed
on his shoulder. "But staying for a few minutes would be good," he
added, rubbing his cheek against the sweaty skin. "Iím not sure I
could walk right now."
"Good, because otherwise I was going to call you a
spoil-sport or sadistic if you made me move right now. You know you made me
dent the wall here?"
"Iíll consider the marks a trophy. Best in
class," Lex chuckled, slowly straightening up and pulling out of Clark
so he could pull his lover around to face him and wrap his arms around him.
Clark snorted quietly before kissing Lex. "That makes
me sound like part of Sheriís obedience training class."
Lex thought about it then shook his head. "No, she at
least pretends to listen to me occasionally."
"What do you mean I donít listen to you!"
"I mean, my gorgeous but stubborn alien lover, that
Jonathan Kent may not be your biological father, but the two of you prove
that nurture is as important as nature. Once you have an idea in your head,
nothing can change your mind... well, unless I play dirty, but I try not to
"Not unless you count turning me on so much I canít
think about anything else except you," Clark chuckled, letting go of
the older man and beginning to rearrange his clothes as the elevator had
arrived at the penthouse quite a while ago.
"Thatís not cheating, thatís my idea of fun."
Lex fastened his pants so they wouldnít fall down and trip him and watched
Clark put himself to rights. "Nothing I like better than that flushed
look you get after sex. Iíll have to see how many more times I can see it
tonight." Seeing that Clark was as dressed as he was going to get, he
pushed the button to open the door and stepped out into the private hallway
leading to the penthouse door. "But right now, I want a shower."
"You and your clean fetish," Clark laughed,
following Lex inside, anticipating just how much fun he could have getting
"Sorry, Lex, I canít tonight. Iíve got a paper due
for Lit and a ton of calc to do. Maybe tomorrow?"
"Wish I could, babe, but I promised Chloe Iíd work on
our journalism project together, and I was due at her room like ten minutes
ago. Gotta go, love ya!"
"Not tonight, Lexy, I told Dave and a bunch of the guys
Iíd go to the movies with them. See you tomorrow?"
All but snarling a goodbye, Lex disconnected the phone,
wishing it were an old fashioned one he could slam down. He knew that Clark
was away from home for the first time and having fun doing the whole Ďcollege
thingí, but this was getting ridiculous. He hadnít actually seen Clark
in nearly a week. Heíd never thought heíd look back on the early days of
the bond when they couldnít be apart for more than a few hours comfortably
"Okay, thatís it. A movie can only last so long. Iíll
go over and wait for him in his room." Pleased with his plan, Lex
waited till after dinner, then headed over to the campus to surprise his
lover when Clark got home.
Laughing and leaning against Daveís side as his roommate
tried and failed to unlock their door, Clark shook his head. "Okay, you
were right, Anders; those Sigma Chiís know how to throw a party." He
giggled, and grabbed Daveís hand, helping him get the key in the lock.
"May have to take your advice and rush in the spring since I have a
couple of ins there with you and Brad."
Dave snickered and leaned against the doorjamb for a moment
before reaching for the doorknob. "See? The Anders is always right. You
should bow down before my knowledge of all that is college greatness,
He got the door open and stumbled into the room, Clark
trailing in behind him. "Light, whereís the... Clark? Lex is sitting
in your bed. I think he wants something." The blond broke down into
helpless giggles again.
Clark peered over Daveís shoulder, and from the expression
on Lexís face he knew he should be worried, but he was feeling too good
and too buzzed to wrap his consciousness around that emotion. "Hey,
Lexy! What are you doing here?"
"Well, thatís a relief. I was afraid you might not
recognize me; itís been so long since we saw each other. So you do
remember me? Lex, supposed boyfriend whom you keep blowing off?" Lex
remained seated on the edge of the bed, spine rigidly straight, arms
crossed, his ĎLuthorí expression on his face.
"Blowing off?" Clark looked perplexed, then
started giggling again as he looked at Dave. "Blowing you is a lot more
fun than blowing you off. What are you doing here so late, anyway? Donít
you have work tomorrow?"
"íM going over to Chloeís. Night!" Dave
mumbled as he made his escape, not about to hang around for the fight.
Lex watched the other teenagerís departure with a
jaundiced eye, then focused back on Clark. "Iím here because I
thought it might be nice for us to actually see each other sometime this
week. Obviously, I thought wrong." He stood up, brushing the creases
out of his pants and started toward the door, clearly expecting Clark to
"See each other. I saw you on Sunday, Lexy, and itís
Thursday; thatís not a week." Plainly confused, Clark stayed in the
doorway, blocking his loverís exit and not fully understanding why Lex
seemed so upset.
"Well, of course, that makes all the difference in the
world. Five days is a perfectly acceptable length of time to avoid the man
youíre supposedly in love with. I got the message loud and clear, Clark. I
wonít interfere in your social life any more. Give me a call when you can
make some time for me." Lex halted as he reached the doorway, Clark
still blocking it. "Let me by."
"Avoiding you." Clark frowned, trying to clear his
brain so he could try and understand what Lex was talking about. "What
the hell are you talking about? Tonight was the first night Iíve done
anything other than study! God, Lex, whatís with you? Itís not like I
donít want to see you!"
"Thatís not the way it sounded to me," Lex
muttered sulkily, aware that he was starting to sound like a spoiled brat
but unable to stop. "Every time I call you, itís Ďlater, Lexí or
Ďcanít talk now, Lexí or Ďgotta go, Lexí."
"Just like you do when youíre busy with work,"
Clark shot back, still barricading the open door, not caring that anyone who
was still awake on the floor could hear their argument.
"I... never for that long unless Iíve had to go out
of town," Lex replied defensively. "I never shut you out."
"I wasnít... I didnít mean... I left you
messages," Clark muttered sulkily.
"So messages are as good as talking to each other?
Fine, next time I have to go out of town, Iíll have Joel pass on messages
every couple of days. Thatíll be good, right?"
"No! I didnít mean it like that..." Clark
slumped, realizing he had been ignoring Lex the past few days. "Iím
Lex sighed, running a hand over his head nervously.
"Look, I know you have your own life here, Clark, and I donít expect
to be part of every minute, but... if weíre going to work, we have to have
time for us too. God, I sound like Lana! But..." He trailed off with
another sigh, not knowing how to express himself any better.
"But what?" Clark asked quietly.
"But I missed you," Lex admitted, his back to
Clark swallowed hard, knowing that Lex hated admitting
things like that. "I missed you too," he whispered, not knowing if
Lex would believe him. Nudging the door closed behind him, he stepped
forward, tentatively sliding his arms around the other manís waist.
"I know it didnít seem like I did, but I did."
"It seemed like you were avoiding me," Lex said
painfully. "I felt... alone." He wrapped his arms over Clarkís,
hugging them to him. He hated being needy, showing weakness, but he knew he
needed to make Clark understand how important he was to him.
"Never!" Clark swore, resting his chin on Lexís
shoulder and pressing their cheeks together. "Youíre my life, Lex;
donít you know that?"
He sighed and swallowed hard. "I really fucked this up,
didnít I? Maybe I should have said forget about the dorms and lived with
Pressing into Clark, Lex sighed again. "No, you were
right. If this is the way I react to a few days of you living a normal
college life, Iíd have been hell to live with, trying to always keep you
with me. I guess we both needed this. And Iíll try not to be so demanding.
Just... call sometimes, okay? The bond may be stable, but I still feel...
stretched if weíre apart for too long."
Clark nodded, not trusting his voice to remain steady right
then. Here heíd gone and done the one thing heíd sworn never to do
again; heíd hurt Lex.
Lex turned in his arms finally, kissing him quickly. "I
should go. Itís late, and you have class in the morning."
"Stay here tonight? Please?" Clark asked, his
voice sounding ragged in his own ears. "Dave went to Chloeís and -
and I donít think either of us will sleep much if we arenít
He thought a second, then continued. "Or we can go to
your place. Whatever you want, Lex."
Lex looked at him searchingly, then smiled faintly.
"Kind of crazy to go all the way to my place when we have a perfectly
good bed right here." He stepped back to pull off his shirt and toe off
his shoes, stripping for bed.
Clark gave an answering smile and began to undress as well.
While waiting for Lex to get into bed, he paused, watching his lover
searchingly. "I love you, Lexy. If I... get stupid like this again, donít
forget it, okay? Just give me a kick in the ass."
"Iíd break my toes," Lex replied wryly as he
slipped between the sheets, waiting for Clark to join him so he could drape
himself over the younger man. His habit of lying on top of Clark was the
only thing that it possible for them to fit comfortably in this twin bed.
"Get some meteor rock-lined boots." The moment he
was in the bed, Lex was curled over and on him, and he wrapped his arms
around his loverís body, feeling the lessening of a tightness within him
that he hadnít really noticed was there.
"Mmm, better," Lex mumbled, tucking his head under
Clarkís chin and already starting to drift off. His sleep had been a
little more restless each night that had passed without him seeing Clark,
and now it was catching up to him.
"Go to sleep, Lexy," Clark murmured, stroking the
other manís back, feeling Lex relax more and more as he drifted off.
"I promise Iíll be here in the morning."
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