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.
Lex leaned against a tree, torn between watching Sheri romp
with some of the other dogs in the park--If I ever call them her little
friends, I’ll shoot myself!--and watching Clark play with a litter of
puppies. For years Lex had been aware that his boyfriend loved dogs, but he
was beginning to notice a decided preference for one particular breed. Every
time Clark spotted a Weimaraner, he could count the seconds before the
younger man would be down at the dog’s level, petting and playing with it.
Lex had been toying with the idea of giving Clark a dog of
his own for some time, but first there had been the problem of Jonathan Kent
not wanting a dog on the farm for no reason anyone had ever been able to
fathom, especially considering the way he played with Sheri, and then Clark
had decided to live on campus his freshman year. But this year—and
hopefully forever—Clark was living with Lex in their house, and his
birthday was coming up in less than two weeks.
Waiting until Clark reluctantly tore himself away to go coax
Sheri out of the pond, Lex approached the couple trying to control the eight
puppies while the pair of adult dogs looked on with apparent amusement.
"Excuse me?" He caught their attention, offering his hand. "I
was wondering if you were selling the puppies?"
The man, stylishly dressed in a leather jacket that didn’t
seem to be doing much to cut the cool autumn breeze, raked his eyes over Lex’s
comfortably broken in wool coat, not realizing that it had been a designer
original. "We are, but I doubt you could afford one. These are purebred
pups with show winners for several generations on both sides. We couldn’t
possibly sell one for less than seven hundred dollars. You might want to try
Lex’s eyebrows rose, but the rolling eyes of the man’s
companion convinced him not to verbally slice him to ribbons... yet. "I
could get one straight from the best breeder in Germany for that much,"
he pointed out coolly, making the man reassess him slightly.
"True, but these dogs have an equivalent
Noticing that Clark had managed to get the dripping dog out
of the pond and was drying her off with the towel they’d learned to carry
when they came here, Lex nodded sharply. "Very well. I’ll take this
one," he said, petting the velvety head of the pup tugging on the hem
of his pants.
"Young man, I told you," the man began
sharply, only to be cut off by Lex, who shoved a business card with the
distinctive Lexcorp logo and the simple inscription ‘Lex Luthor’ on the
front. His eyes widened, and he gasped, "Mr. Luthor, I..."
"Never mind. Just have this puppy delivered to my
apartment at seven a.m. on October 11th. And don’t say a word
in front of him to ruin the surprise," he hissed, indicating Clark
before turning to face his lover.
"I see her highness went for another swim."
Clark chuckled even as he tossed the towel over his
shoulder, all the while keeping a firm hold on Sheri’s leash. "And
did you think she wouldn’t? That’s one habit I doubt she’ll ever
outgrow." As he spoke, he gave the couple with the puppies a final
look, then slipped an arm around Lex’s waist. "Did you want to join
Nodding farewell to the couple, Lex gave his full attention
to Clark. "In a cold, dirty pond in October? I think not. I prefer my
water heated, thanks. Speaking of, think she’s had enough? I can hear the
Jacuzzi calling us. I want brunch and you. Not necessarily in that
"Wimp," Clark chuckled affectionately. "Any
order of those sounds good to me. We just need to stop and get some bagels
or muffins or something on the way back so we have something to eat for
"I was thinking of something a bit more substantial...
You know, bacon, eggs, French toast, sausage, home fries, the whole deal.
You wore me out, Clark; I need to refuel." Lex looked less than
concerned by his supposed exhaustion.
"You’re just trying to butter me up so I’ll cook
all that for you, aren’t you?"
Lex shrugged. "You keep telling me that you don’t
like the way I cook the bacon. But I can make the omelets if we want those
too. And I’ll reward you for your harsh working conditions."
"Lex, you burn bacon even more thoroughly than I
can," Clark chuckled, squeezing Lex’s waist. "I’ll cook for
you. I don’t need a reward... not that I won’t love it, and you’ll get
to tell Mom you’re eating right."
"Are you nuts? If I tell her that, she might not send
as many care packages!" Lex laughed. They both knew perfectly well that
she sent as much for Lex as she did for Clark. "And if you don’t want
me as your reward, I won’t force myself on you," he teased, strolling
down the path with their arms around each other’s waists.
Clark stuck his tongue out in Lex’s direction. "It’s
never force with you. Force myself to keep my hands off you, maybe, but
never the other way."
"Why, Clarkbar, are you trying to seduce me?" Lex
moved a little closer so their thighs brushed as they walked.
"Do you even have to ask?"
"In that case... walk faster!" Lex said, breaking
into a jog and laughing back over his shoulder.
With Sheri bounding alongside him, barking excitedly, Clark
chased after Lex, running off the path at the edge of the park and down the
street. Their house was on a cul-de-sac at the end of the street. Gray with
white trim, the custom-built, two-story structure was roomy, but not too
ostentatious for the upper-scale neighborhood.
The outer walls were done in cedar siding, and the entrance
portico was fashioned with bricks that had been fired in shades ranging from
white to charcoal. Two large bay windows overlooked the cul-de-sac, and the
driveway curved to the left around to the side of the house and the entrance
to the large garage.
Clark stayed just behind Lex until they reached the door,
then pressed up behind him, muttering for Sheri to sit before licking up the
side of Lex’s neck, over and around his ear.
Moaning, Lex leaned back, hands curling around Clark’s
thighs to pull him closer. "Mmm, insatiable. I like that. Does this
mean you’re going to push me against the wall and fuck me right here in
Clark purred in response and rubbed against Lex’s back.
"Open the door and you’ll find out," he murmured, nipping the
curved shell of Lex’s ear as one hand slid around to knead his groin.
Fumbling the keys before he managed to get the door
unlocked, Lex all but threw it open and stumbled inside with Clark still
pressed against his back. Taking one look at them, Sheri headed down the
hall, knowing her humans wouldn’t be paying attention to her for a little
"So," Lex rasped. "What’s next?"
"This." Working at impossible speeds, Clark had
Lex’s jeans undone and pooled around his ankles in a millisecond, followed
by his own. He pushed Lex against the entryway wall, then circled and tugged
at Lex’s cock, at the same time reaching for the small tube of gel he knew
Lex had in his coat pocket.
"Oh god, I love the way you think," Lex gasped,
thrusting back, trying to force Clark inside him. "You’ll go far,
"Only want to go as far as in you," Clark purred,
slicking himself up. He dropped the lube and pressed inside Lex’s ass.
"You do." Lex was rapidly moving beyond coherence,
not really caring about the conversation, only wanting to feel Clark moving
inside him and the fist around his cock. "More," he demanded,
thrusting back sharply.
"Everything," Clark countered, holding Lex with
one hand and stroking Lex’s erection with the other as he thrust his hips.
"Always," Lex moaned, back arching to take Clark
deeper, his body responding as hungrily as the first time, always wanting
the younger man. "Feels so good, just as good as being in you."
"Uh huh." Clark was beyond words, beyond needing
them or caring about them. He straightened his legs, pushing Lex up onto his
toes, supporting with one arm while he maintained the same rhythm with his
cock and his hand, wanting to feel Lex come.
Whining, Lex rode the pleasure, feeling Clark in and around
him. His fingers clawed uselessly at the wall in front of him as his body
tightened. "Fuck, yes, so good, love you," he panted, barely able
to move as Clark held him, only able to accept everything his lover gave
him. His climax took him by surprise, forcing a sharp cry from his throat as
his seed spilled over the wall and he clamped down on Clark.
Feeling Lex come apart in front, around and because of him,
Clark gave a guttural yell before he was coming too, pressing Lex up against
the wall and finally collapsing against Lex once his own orgasm was wrung
"Mmmm, good way to end a walk," he sighed,
nuzzling Lex’s sweat-dampened neck.
"Have I mentioned that I really like this exercise
program?" Lex mumbled, slumping against the wall and allowing Clark to
support him. "Who needs a gym to keep fit?"
Clark chuckled lazily. "You can just use your own
personal Clarkbar to exercise on and with."
"I’ve corrupted you," Lex laughed. "A
couple years ago you’d have turned ten shades of red if you’d tried to
say that. Mmmm, I wonder what new games I can get up to with a kinky
"Better come up with something new and exciting or I
might get bored." As he said this, Clark slowly pulled back, letting
Lex’s feet slide to the floor again, holding on until Lex regained his
"Oh, I think I can keep you interested. I’ve managed
pretty well so far." Lex turned around, sliding his arms around Clark’s
waist, and he nuzzled into his lover’s throat, tasting him.
Clark grinned even as he leaned in to nip at Lex’s mouth.
"Like that could ever happen. You keep me jumping, Lex, in more ways
"Glad to hear it." Before Lex could say anything
else, a series of very displeased sounding barks came from down the hall,
and he sighed, letting his forehead fall to Clark’s shoulder. "A
hundred bucks says she got her leash caught on something again since we didn’t
take it off when we got in, and now she needs us to free her. Again.
"The empress has spoken and we, her humble servants
must obey," Clark answered, pulling his t-shirt over his head to clean
them both up as well as possible before pulling their pants up and fastening
them. "At least she’s learned not to chew through them."
"Geez, I let her chew that first one for all of two
minutes. Let it go already," Lex grumbled. Shaking his head and
muttering about memories like an elephant, he headed down to the hall as
Sheri’s barks got louder the longer it took them to respond to her
"Forget I mentioned it. I’ll just go start breakfast,
oh great emperor of all you survey." Shaking his head, Clark walked
into the kitchen, pulling pans and ingredients out of cupboards as he passed
"Smartass," Lex yelled after him and went to
disentangle Sheri, simply removing the leash from her collar, then unwinding
it after she’d trotted away to see what Clark was doing in the kitchen.
Lex promised himself to document every silly, sappy thing Clark did with his
puppy so he could remind Clark years later, too.
Wandering into the kitchen, he paused to smile happily at
the sight of Clark cooking in their home, a thought that still never
failed to bring a warm feeling to him. "Do you want me to make omelets
or just stay out of your way, maestro?"
Waving a hand grandly in Lex’s direction, Clark shook his
head. "Go relax and read the paper, dear. I’ll slave away making your
brunch while you do whatever manly things it is you do that I’m too
fiddle-brained to understand." He snickered as he said the last and
neatly cracked four eggs into a mixing bowl.
"God," Lex groaned, heading for the coffee maker.
"Have you been watching reruns of ‘Leave It to Beaver’ again?"
"Le-xy, you got some ‘splaining to do!" Clark
snickered, adding milk and cinnamon and whisking them all together while the
"Clark, if you make me think of you as Ricky Ricardo, I
swear you’re sleeping alone for the rest of your life!"
"Tell me another one, baby. And here you said you’d
never lie to me." Sniffing theatrically, Clark dunked slices of bread
in the mixture, let them soak, then transferred them to the griddle to cook.
Lex groaned again, clutching his coffee desperately. "I
think I’m going to need something a lot stronger than this to survive you,
you goofball," he muttered. "My god, did I just say goofball?
Someone shoot me now."
Clark snickered. "Ahh, you love me and you know it.
Besides, if I wasn’t here, who’d cook you bacon?"
"My cook," Lex replied blandly. "Staff. It’s
what we rich people have. You may have heard of it? But I will admit that
you look much better in a French maid outfit than Mrs. McNally ever
"Just like you look better in a Swedish nurse’s
outfit," Clark responded blithely, flipping the French toast, then
doing the same to the bacon cooking in the other pan. "Now be a good
boy and set the table."
"Woof. Does this mean I have to beg for ‘scraps’
too?" Lex asked, glancing over to where Sheri was napping under the
table, secure in the knowledge that there would be a bit extra made just for
"Nah, you can have all the meat you want." Clark
looked at Lex significantly.
Throwing in the towel of sanity, Lex smirked back. "So
you stocked up on sausage for me?" It didn’t take long to set a table
for two, so a moment later, he was back beside Clark, glancing at him over
"Yup." Pleased to see that Lex was going to play
along, Clark transferred the food to their plates, offering one to the other
man before carrying his over to the table. "Special sausage, one of a
kind in fact."
"Mmm, sounds exclusive. But you know, I like my
sausages covered in a special sauce. Do you think you can accommodate
Clark dropped into his chair and hooked his feet around the
back legs as he poured syrup over his food. "You might have to give me
some help handling the meat, but I’m sure I can some up with just what you
"You mean like this?" Lex reached under the table
to cup his hand over Clark’s groin. "Does the meat require any
"Pressure. It requires firm pressure and the right
"Oh, firm," Lex purred, tasting the word as his
hand increased the pressure. "How exactly do you define the right
technique? I’d hate to fall down on the job."
"If you did, you could use a different technique to
keep the meat firm." Clark was beginning to snicker at the absurdity of
this conversation. "And the right technique involves lots of stroking
with a counter-clockwise twisting motion of the wrist."
"Oh, sounds complicated. I’d better practice a lot to
make sure I’m up to speed." Lex’s fingers delved inside Clark’s
now unfastened jeans, curling around the heated flesh with nothing between
them. "Like this?" he asked, stroking lightly. "Or is this
better?" He tightened his grip.
Clark leaned back in the chair and let his legs fall open,
enjoying the pressure of Lex’s hand on his cock even though he doubted he’d
be able to get it up again for a bit. "That’s the pressure, now you
just need to get the motion down," he murmured, idly thinking that
their breakfast was getting cold, but not really caring.
"Well, I wouldn’t want to do a poor job," Lex
said silkily, fingers stroking. "So I’ll wait till I can give you my
full attention." With a final pat and a devilish smile, he sat up and
took a bite of his French toast.
"Very funny, asshole," Clark grumbled before
starting in on his own meal after fastening up his pants. After he’d eaten
most of his food, he paused. "Did I tell you that Chloe and Dave want
to come over Friday night? I think they’re planning on embarrassing me for
my birthday again, like that’s such a surprise."
"Sounds like fun to me. It’s getting harder and
harder to get a good blush out of you though," Lex mourned, passing a
piece of bacon under the table to Sheri. "But I’m sure between the
three of us we can manage it."
"But, Le-ex, it’s almost my birthday," Clark
whined pitifully. "Can’t you all be nice? We can order in, rent
movies and laze around all night. If it gets late, I told her they can stay
"You actually whine better than Sheri," Lex
observed with interest, eyeing him over their meal. "And do you really
think that I have any control over those two?" He snorted. "They’ll
do whatever they want regardless. But you might be able to con Chloe into
being nice to you for the day if you give her the eyes."
Clark sighed and gave Sheri a piece of his toast. "They
work better on you. I think she’s getting immune to them. You’ll protect
me though, won’t you, Lexy?" he asked, batting his eyelashes.
"And have her turn on me? Are you nuts? You’re the
invulnerable alien; you deal with the petite, blonde twenty-year-old,"
Lex replied heartlessly.
"My hero. You can explain to my folks why she left me a
quivering heap on the floor."
"Your parents know her. They won’t need an
explanation." Lex stole a piece of bacon off Clark’s plate, nibbling
on it as he leaned back in his chair. "Did they say what movies they
wanted to see?"
"Dave said something about bringing over the Lord of
the Rings trilogy I think."
Lex groaned. "Well, I suppose it could be worse. He
could want to do a Harry Potter marathon. Does he even actually like fantasy
or it is just because they were popular? Not that I mind being able to
concentrate on you, of course."
Clark chuckled. "Got ya. He said I could pick out the
movies since it’s my special day and all." He grinned and leaned over
to snitch Lex’s bacon in retaliation.
"Brat. So what do you want to see? I have the
remastered version of Bridge over the River Kwai," Lex suggested
sweetly, catching Clark’s hand and pulling it over so he could eat the
last of the bacon Clark was holding and thoroughly lick Clark’s fingers
"Ooo, exciting..." Clark sighed, though the last
word sounded a little ragged as Lex cleaned his fingers. "I’ll stop
by Blockbuster on the way home from class Friday and see what I can
Lex chuckled. "Or you could just look in the living
room. We have a couple hundred, if not thousand, movies neither of us has
ever seen. No wait, I know, it’s more fun to stand in line in the store,
avoiding screeching children while you try to find something you want."
Clark snorted and pulled his hand back to himself. "You
just don’t want to have to take them back on Monday is all. Fine, I’ll
look through the vault, but if I don’t find anything, I’m going to
"Clark, if my choices are getting up to return a movie
or spending a couple hours in bed with you, do you really need to ask which
I’d prefer?" Lex teased laughingly. "A little slow on the uptake
"That’s me, the big, strong dope," Clark grinned
ruefully. "But I’m not so dopey that I’m doing the dishes
"I think I can manage putting the dishes in the
dishwasher and turning it on. It’s not rocket science." Lex took
another bite of his French toast, then pushed the plate away, deciding he’d
had enough. After checking to see if Clark wanted the bit left, he put the
plate down on the floor, knowing Sheri would love the sweet treat.
Swinging around in his seat to watch Lex, loving the sight
of the other man doing something as domestic as rinsing dishes for the
washer, Clark smiled to himself. "Anything you need to do today?"
"Why did I know you were going to say that?" Clark
shook his head as he got up and walked over behind Lex to nuzzle his neck.
"Well, far be it for me to mess up your plans. When you’re done here,
come and get me."
"What, I’m going to have to chase you down? Playing
hard to get today, love?" Lex asked, glancing over his shoulder before
leaning down to get the detergent and the plate that Sheri’d licked clean.
Both in the dishwasher, he turned it on and turned to face Clark, arms
linking around his waist. "Seriously, I have absolutely no plans today.
What would you like to do?"
"Well, I can’t be easy all the time, can
I?" Clark laughed. "You’ll get bored if you don’t have a
challenge every so often.
"As for today... I heard they’re having a festival
down by the river, wanna go check it out?"
"Could be fun," Lex agreed. "Do we dare bring
her highness or do you think she’ll let us out without her?"
"Remember what happened the last time we took her to
one of those? You ended up paying a mint for that glasswork she got too
close to with her tail."
Lex shuddered. "The dog stays home. Of course, you
realize that means she’ll be in a snit and we’ll have to pay twice as
much attention to her tomorrow. She really hates it when we’re not at her
beck and call on the weekends."
"She hates it any time we aren’t at her beck and
call, and she really hates to share us, even with each other
sometimes!" Clark let go of Lex and stepped back. "We’d better
hit the shower if we want to get there soon."
Mentally whimpering as he suddenly realized just how ‘interesting’
his life was going to get when Sheri met the new puppy, Lex dredged up a
smile and nodded. "And no playing in the shower if we plan to get there
while the sun’s still up," he added.
Noticing the sick look to Lex’s expression, Clark frowned.
"We don’t have to go if you don’t want to."
"What? Oh, no, sorry, I just thought of something to do
with work. Won’t happen again." Lex slung an arm around Clark’s
waist to draw him along as they headed for the bathroom. "I’m looking
forward to it."
Relieved, Clark swung Lex up into his arms, carrying him
through their bedroom and into the master bath. "Me too, I bet they
have caramel apples there!"
"What did you buy?" Clark laughed, trying
to peek in the bag Lex held firmly in his hand. He’d gone off to get them
both hot cider and when he’d come back, Lex had this bag. He supposed he
could cheat and check it out with his x-ray vision, but this was more fun.
"You’ll find out on your birthday and not a second
before," Lex retorted, keeping the bag with the dog collar and tag
firmly closed. "Now hand over that cider before I have to do something
"But, but, Lex, that’s a week away!" Clark
pouted, keeping the Styrofoam cup just out of reach. "That’s
"You may not live that long if you don’t give me that
cup," Lex said, eyeing him narrowly.
"I love it when you get demanding." Saying this,
Clark handed over the cup, grinning at Lex as he took a sip from his own.
"We’re going to have to start raking leaves soon, or are you going to
have the lawn service do that too?"
"You want me to blister my hands so they’re too sore
to touch anything else?"
"But they’ll take away the leaves and we won’t have
any piles to flop in."
"I’ll tell them to leave a few piles just for
you," Lex soothed, using the same tone a frazzled mother would with a
fractious child. "Don’t worry, little Clarkie can play in the
"You think you’re funny, don’t you?" Clark
asked, making a face at Lex’s tone.
"I know I am." Lex smirked. He glanced over at the
wares on display at a nearby table and smiled. "Do we need any tie-dyed
t-shirts?" He really couldn’t picture either of them wearing them.
"Ugh! No!" Clark studied the brightly swirled
shirts and had an idea. "Maybe find matching ones for Chloe and Dave
for Christmas though. They look enough alike, they should dress alike
"But if we get those for them, we’ll have to
look at them when they wear the things," Lex pointed out, wincing.
"The only use I can imagine for them is very loud Halloween
"What about a nighty and boxers?" Clark laughed,
pointing them out. "Hopefully we won’t see those."
Turning to look, Lex started to laugh. "Perfect. They
can blind each other." Lex drew Clark toward the rack, intent on
finding the most brightly colored, gaudiest one of each.
"We can even give them to them Friday night,"
Clark added, pulling out a brilliant orange, yellow and turquoise nighty and
showing it to Lex.
"God, that’s horrible!" Lex groaned,
squinting. "Buy it!" Both of them laughing, they dug through the
piles of boxers, trying to find a pair as bad.
"We need something to clash..." Clark muttered,
trying to keep from spilling his cider as he rummaged through the clothes.
"How ‘bout these?" Lex held up a pair patterned
in fluorescent pink, lime green and vivid purple. "They hurt my eyes
just looking at them, never mind beside that nightgown."
Clark hooted in laughter. "They’ll glow in the dark!
I hope they don’t combust."
"Maybe we should give them a fire extinguisher
too," Lex snickered. "Because you’re going to be much too busy
to save them if they do!"
"I wonder if they have fluorescent rubbers? They’d go
so well with these," Clark answered, smirking at Lex’s last comment.
"I think we need to get the glow in the dark ones in
every fluorescent color," Lex chuckled. "God, I’m going to need
years of therapy to wipe that image from my mind."
"Just so long as you don’t film them!"
"No, I’m perfectly happy with us. And don’t try to
tell me that you didn’t like that tape I surprised you with. You nearly
set it on fire the first time we played it!"
Clark blushed. "Good thing you made copies. The copies are
locked up, right? Last thing we need is Chloe finding them."
"Not even meteor mutants could get to them," Lex
said emphatically. He was still front page news, but he would never allow
that to hurt or embarrass Clark. Frankly it amazed him how many people still
had no idea that they were a couple. It had been amusing to see people’s
expressions a few times the year before when he’d picked Clark up on
"That’s all we’d need. Meteor mutants finding that
tape and screening it in the middle of Times Square or somewhere. God!"
Lex shuddered. "You would have to take Jor-El up on the
offer of a real Fortress of Solitude because I would want to hide
from the world."
Clark shrugged. "That’s about the only reason I could
think of for having him make one. It’s not very practical and it really
wouldn’t fit in the back yard." He chuckled and nodded toward the
young woman manning the booth. "I think she’s waiting for us to pay
"Sheri would bite you if you filled her yard
with a fortress," Lex laughed, pulling out his credit card to pay for
the purchases, not noticing the girl’s eyes widen as she spotted the
distinctive Lexcorp logo.
"That’s right, we know who really runs the house: the
empress." Clark stood back, waiting until Lex paid, then taking the bag
from his hand, making a half-hearted grab for the other one as well.
"Want to look for something for my folks for Christmas here? There are
some pictures that they might like."
"Sure, it’s always a challenge finding something they’ll
accept," Lex said wryly, easily fending Clark away from his bag.
"That and a gift certificate for a meal at a nice restaurant in
Clark nodded, finishing the rest of his cider before
throwing the cup away in a waste can. "That sounds good. Maybe we can
get them to stay the weekend too."
"That would be good. We could do some sightseeing and
spend some time just catching up. I have to admit that I miss them
sometimes. I got used to seeing them more often while we were in
"Know what you mean. You remember how homesick I was at
first when we moved here, even with you nearby? I - I worry about them. What
if something happens and I’m not there to help?"
"You would be there in about a minute flat," Lex
pointed out. "Besides, they are perfectly capable people. They can take
care of themselves. They were doing it for years before you came along,
love. Besides, I really don’t think your parents expected you spend the
rest of your life on the farm. You have to make your own life, and they’ll
be part of it, but not the center of it."
Clark gave a small smile. "That’s you."
Lex stopped in his tracks, turned to face Clark, and kissed
him, regardless of the people having to go around them and the occasion
"Besides, you need more saving," Clark muttered,
knowing he was blushing but not caring a bit.
"All I need to save me is you." Lex hugged him
Ignoring the comments around them, Clark hugged Lex to him,
breathing deeply so he could only smell Lex. "Love you. Let’s go look
at those pictures so we can go home, okay?"
"Chloe and Dave should be here in half an hour. Think
we should order the food now?" Clark called down the stairs to the
basement where Lex was doing... something.
"Yeah, order the pizza including that godawful Hawaiian
for Dave, and don’t forget my honey garlic wings," Lex yelled back.
"And cheesy garlic bread." Checking to see that everything was
wrapped and put aside for morning, he tidied up and headed back upstairs.
"Want a drink?" he called, deciding he did.
"Sure, I’ll take a beer." Clark stopped in the
midst of dialing the nearest pizza place. "And next year I’ll even be
able to drink it legally."
"Pretend we’re in Canada," Lex advised,
appearing with a beer in each hand. "You’re legal there."
"Or in Europe," Clark grinned, waggling his
eyebrows as he remembered their trip there. "And thanks." He gave
Lex a noisy smack on the cheek as he took the bottle and drank from it.
"Are you planning to starve me into submission or are
you actually going to order the food anytime soon?" Lex tilted his head
back to take a swallow of his own beer, knowing Clark would be watching his
lips close around the bottle’s mouth and the movement of his throat as he
"Order wha... Oh, food, right." Clark snapped
himself out of his daze and dialed the number, ordering everything they
needed for the night.
"They said it should be here in about forty-five
"Whatever can we do to pass the time till then?"
Lex murmured, moving to straddle Clark’s lap.
"Ignore the fact that Chloe and Dave will be here in
"Spoilsport," Lex grumbled. "I suppose I
could always go take care of some paperwork."
Clark closed his hands around Lex’s waist, holding him in
place. "No way, no how. Besides, we can always try to embarrass Dave by
being all hot and bothered when we answer the door."
"Oh, I like that plan. Think you can get me all sweaty
and rumpled before they get here?" Lex bit at Clark’s chin, then
started nibbling kisses along his jaw line.
"Think? Lex, you know me better than that!"
Feeling his own body tighten as Lex worked down his throat, Clark let his
hands roam up and under Lex’s shirt as he rocked up into Lex’s weight.
"Mmm, I’ll bet I could fuck you in less than twenty
minutes," Lex purred. "Sometimes hard and fast is good too."
He pulled Clark’s shirt out of the way and bit at his nipples, teeth
snapping at the hardening nubbins.
Clark gasped, his back arching into a hard curve as he
shuddered. "Do it," he panted.
Lex stood up, pulling Clark with him, and then pushed Clark
against the counter as he fumbled in one of the drawers for the lube. As
Clark braced himself against the marble countertop, Lex yanked at their
jeans, eager to get his hands on bare flesh, his other hand flipping open
Growing frustrated when it took too long for Lex to get them
naked, Clark yanked his jeans off, ignoring the harsh sound of tearing
denim, relieved to finally have Lex’s hands on him. He whimpered when
gel-slick fingers slid over the cleft of his ass then pressed inside.
"This what you want?" Lex growled as he lined up
his cock and pressed forward, driving into Clark in a single long stroke.
"God, so fucking good, love this," he groaned, hips snapping back
and forth, no teasing or playing this time, just a hard, fast fuck, exactly
what they both wanted.
"Oh, fuck!" Clark shouted, fighting to keep from
crushing the countertop to dust under his fingers as Lex powered in and out
of him. "Touch me, need it."
Lex instantly snaked a hand around his lover to curl a fist
around Clark’s erection, pumping him fiercely. "Come for me, damn
you," he snarled, biting at Clark’s shoulders.
Clark gave a wordless scream as he was taken beyond the
limits of his endurance by Lex’s sensual attack, and he spasmed, his whole
body tightening down before his orgasm exploded out of him to paint the side
of the counter.
Lex rode out Clark’s climax, enjoying every ripple and
spasm around his cock, and he slammed in and out for a little while longer
before his own orgasm overwhelmed him. He cried out Clark’s name as he
drove deep, his grip hard enough to bruise anyone else as his body arched,
the pleasure bursting through him.
Totally drained but feeling euphoric, Clark leaned his
weight against the countertop, enjoying the feel of Lex draped against his
back. "Yup, hard and fast is good too," he mumbled.
"Very good," Lex agreed, leaning against him.
"But since you decided to rip your jeans off, getting to the
bedroom and getting dressed again before they get here would probably be
The doorbell sounded at that exact moment, making Clark jump
and curse fluently. "It figures this would be the night they’re
early! I’ll get changed, you get the door..." He waited until Lex
moved off him, then spun, frowning at his lover’s disheveled appearance.
"Wait, I’ll get dressed and get the door, you clean up!"
"Clark, I’m pretty sure that they’ve figured out
that we have sex. Go put some clothes on. I’ll let them in, let them get
their jokes in, and then go clean up and change." He was fastening his
jeans as he spoke and moving toward the front door.
Frowning vaguely, Clark did as Lex said, racing upstairs,
cleaning up and changing then getting back downstairs before Chloe and Dave
had even made it past the entry area.
Clomping down the stairs, he moved up behind Lex, wrapping
his arms around him possessively and feeling his cock twitch at the smell of
sex coming off of Lex. "Hey, you two. You’re on time. I’m
"Good thing we weren’t a couple minutes earlier, I
see," Chloe shot back, eyeing Lex avidly. "It’s a good look on
"Everything’s a good look on me. But now if you’ll
excuse me, I think I’ll go clean up."
"Please!" Dave begged. "That way Chloe will
stop drooling over you."
"Yeah, that’s my job," Clark said, managing a
grin at the end of it. He wasn’t threatened by Chloe staring at Lex,
really, he wasn’t.
Laughing, Chloe turned to face Dave and gave him a kiss that
left him in no doubt whom she preferred to drool over. "Just because I
love you doesn’t mean I’m blind," she said once she let him breathe
again. "They’re very nice eye candy."
"We have brains too," Clark pouted, to which Dave
just gave a dopey smile and nod.
"This is going to be a long night if we’re already at
this stage in the first five minutes," Lex groaned. "Go. I’ll be
right back." He turned to head upstairs to the bedroom.
"You’d better be or we’ll all come get you!"
Clark called after him. "Pizza should be here in half an hour or so,
want something to drink?" He looked down when Sheri wandered out of the
den and headed for the newcomers to get her share of the attention.
"Just water for now," Chloe said, reaching down to
pet the dog. "I skipped lunch so I’d better not drink till I eat
something." She started toward the kitchen to get her water, talking
over her shoulder.
"Dave?" Clark asked, "you want a be-
shit!" He wheeled and raced after Chloe, positioning himself in front
of the counter he and Lex had gone at it against so that she wouldn’t see
the wet splotches on the side.
"What’s a be-shit?" Dave asked, following along
"Clark, you’re acting weird even for you. And you’re
standing in front of the glasses. Move." Chloe eyed him strangely,
wondering if he’d run into another bizarre variation of the meteor
"I’ve got ‘em," he said quickly, opening up
the cupboard and pulling two out then realizing he’d have to move to fill
Chloe stood watching him, arms crossed and foot tapping.
"What is your problem, Clark?" Suddenly a suspicious expression
crossed her face, and she sniffed deeply. "Clark?" she repeated,
Dave frowned, then started to chuckle when he realized what
Clark was trying to hide.
"How about you two go in the den and I’ll bring you
your drinks there," Clark practically pleaded.
Laughing, Chloe caught hold of Dave’s arm and drew him out
of the room. Their combined laughter was still trembling in the air when Lex
appeared in the door, a quizzical look in his eyes. "What’s so
Clark looked up from where he was scrubbing at the stain
with Lysol and a rag. "We forgot to clean up in here."
"We... Oh." Lex fought to hold back his mirth,
knowing Clark wouldn’t appreciate it. "I’ll go see how Chloe and
Dave are," he said in a strangled voice, fleeing down the hall before
he could lose control.
Seeing Lex come in, Chloe smiled sunnily. "Clark get
everything cleaned up in there?"
"He’s working on it," Lex chuckled, sitting
down. "It’s really not nice to embarrass him like that. I’m always
afraid he’ll spontaneously combust." He grinned wickedly.
"Hey, is it our fault the two of you can’t straighten
up after yourselves?" Dave asked.
"If you’re waiting for me to apologize for having a
gorgeous lover I can’t keep my hands off, you’ll be waiting a hell of a
"Thanks, I think," Clark muttered, coming into the
room carrying Chloe and Dave’s drinks and handing them over before
retreating to the safety of the couch.
"Any time," Lex replied cheerfully as he got up
and headed back into the kitchen for the beers he and Clark had forgotten,
then sprawled beside Clark on the couch when he returned.
Tipping his head back, Clark drained his bottle and felt his
face lose some of its heat. "That’s what got us into trouble to begin
"I wouldn’t call it trouble." Perhaps
fortunately, the doorbell rang before Lex could elaborate on what he would
call it. "Looks like the pizza’s early too." He got back up and
went to answer the door and pay for the food. "Someone grab some plates
and napkins," he yelled as he returned, balancing the boxes.
Paranoid that somehow he hadn’t cleaned everything up,
Clark bounded off the couch. "I’ve got them!"
Once he left the room, Dave glanced at Chloe. "I almost
feel sorry for him."
Chloe shook her head. "It’s amazing. Over four years
with Lex and he can still blush and get flustered like that. But it’s just
so Clark." She laughed helplessly.
"As opposed to my worldly love who didn’t turn
a thousand shades of red when Clark came into the dorm room while you were
Chloe threw a cushion at him. "Be quiet. Help like
yours I don’t need." Seeing Lex trying to keep hold of all the boxes,
she jumped to her feet to take the top couple, laughing. "My God, Lex,
there are only four of us. You have enough food to feed an army."
"Have you ever watched Clark eat? And for that matter,
Dave can put it away when he wants to."
"Yes, dear, whatever you say, dear," Dave
whimpered, looking at both of them.
"Here are the plates and stuff," Clark called,
returning from the kitchen with his hands full and Sheri dancing around his
"Great, I’m starving," Lex and Chloe said in
almost perfect unison, making everyone laugh. "Dig in. We even got you
your pineapples," Lex told Dave with disgust. "But the wings are
mine, and anyone who tries to lay a hand on ‘em will find out just how
ruthless I can be!"
"Even me?" Clark asked sadly as he handed out
plates to everyone, shaking his head when Dave piled half his pizza on his.
"Well, I suppose I could make an exception for you...
otherwise I know you’re going to make my life hell after I give some of
the chicken to Sheri," Lex added laughingly.
"I knew you loved her more then me!" Clark sniffed
theatrically. "I’ve been dumped for a dog - one that I gave him!
Dave, can I move back in with you?"
"No!" Dave and Chloe said at the same time.
Lex snickered. "What can I do to make it up to
you?" he asked, falling to his knees at Clark’s feet. "And
remember we have an audience," he added in a stage whisper.
"Ass," Clark growled, pulling Lex back to his feet
and kissing him soundly. "But for that we get to watch that new
Dragonball Z movie first tonight, got it?"
"Sadist," Lex moaned, curling up half on Clark’s
lap on the couch. "The miniature Michelin Man needs to die."
"But he did die, Lex," Dave called out from where
he was sitting on the floor, one arm around Chloe’s shoulders. "Didn’t
Clark tell you?"
"Really? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you,
Dave?" Lex eyed him suspiciously.
"He did, Lex," Clark confirmed. "Goku did
"Then why are you making watch another movie?" Lex
Clark looked wounded. "You don’t care that they died?"
"Clark, stay with me here. They’re animated
characters. They were never alive." Lex shook his head and took another
healthy chug of his beer. "You and I are alive. Which is why we get to
have so much fun."
"Yes, but..." Clark shook his head, giving up
trying to explain. "Forget it, we don’t have to watch it. Chloe, you
want to pick something else out?"
Now Lex was really baffled. "Clark," he sighed,
"there are times that I really don’t understand you. I never said we
shouldn’t watch the movie. If I can sit through a hobbit marathon for
Dave, I can certainly watch a movie that you want to see, love. I’m
getting the feeling that I’ve missed something here."
"It’s okay, really. You’re right, they aren’t in
it, so what’s the point of watching?" Dave started to say something,
but Clark shook his head. "Besides, I doubt Chloe wanted to watch it
either. No biggie."
Still looking confused and feeling like he’d done
something wrong, though he had no idea what, Lex subsided. He looked
helplessly from Clark to Chloe, who smiled sympathetically.
"Why don’t you pick, Clark?" Chloe suggested.
"Sure." He set his plate down and rummaged through
the DVDs before finally finding the one he was looking for. "Men in
Black III okay with everyone?"
At that point Lex would have said yes to Driving Miss Daisy
if Clark had suggested it, so he was relieved that it was actually a movie
he wanted to see. When Clark sat back down after putting the disk in, he
moved tentatively toward him, not quite certain of his welcome just then.
The opening credits started, and Clark caught the worried
glance Chloe and Dave shot each other then looked at Lex. "Sorry,"
he sighed, stretching out his arm along the sofa back so Lex could move
Lex let out a faint sigh of relief and instantly pressed
against Clark’s side, his head pillowed on Clark’s shoulder. Clark’s
reactions had confused him and made him nervous, and right then he just
wanted the reassurance of feeling Clark wrapped around him.
Now more concerned about Lex than what he’d been annoyed
about, Clark rubbed his shoulder and arm. "You okay?" he murmured
"I’m fine," Lex replied, knowing he was
over-reacting. "You know me, it throws me off when something upsets
you, especially when it has something to do with me." He was rubbing a
thumb over the leather band around his wrist as he talked, a nervous habit
he’d developed in personal situations over the years he’d been wearing
it. It had become a sort of personal talisman, letting him feel that Clark
was with him at all times.
"It was stupid," Clark mumbled, sliding his hand
down Lex’s arm to cover his fingers and the black leather. "I didn’t
mean to ruin the night."
Dave and Chloe glanced at each other again, then stood up.
"We’re going to go grab some more beers, mind pausing the
Lex looked over gratefully but didn’t reply, and the
moment the other couple had left the room, he twisted into Clark’s lap,
curling close. "We really need to find the occasional middle ground
emotionally," he murmured. "Did Jor-El ever mention anything about
this over-sensitivity to one another?"
Clark shook his head. "No, but then I haven’t really
asked him much about that part of it. Maybe we should ask Dave and Chloe if
it’s just normal behavior."
"I suppose they are more convenient since your ship is
still in Smallville, but you know they’re going to tease us about it for
months. Dave is still getting used to the whole ‘my roommate was an alien’
Clark sighed and kissed Lex’s temple, holding him close.
"I know, but I really don’t care. It can’t be any worse than Dave’s
questions when he found out. What a pervert!"
Lex chuckled, remembering Clark’s shock at some of the
things Dave had asked. "Hey, it’s not every man who gets living proof
that there is—or was—life out there. I think our little group has been
surprising calm about the whole thing. Of course, it helps that you’re so
utterly normal. If you were purple and had tentacles, things might be a bit
different. I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be sharing a bed then."
"You mean you wouldn’t love me if I was purple and
had tentacles?" Clark pretended to pout. "Did I tell you what Jor-El
said happened to Kryptonians when they turned twenty?"
"They get spanked by their lovers for being such utter
Clark smiled cheerily, his bad mood forgotten. "It
would hurt you more than it would hurt me."
Dave stuck his head around the corner and peeked into the
den. "Is it safe to come back in yet?"
"That depends," Lex replied. "Did you bring
us beers too?" He reached for a wing, grumbling when Clark stole it
from him. "You’re worse than Sheri, you know."
"I’ll take that as a compliment," Clark
chuckled, wolfing down the wing, then reaching for a slice of pizza, finally
hungry now that things were resolved between them.
"Do you think we’d risk our lives not bringing
beer?" Dave asked, offering a bottle each to Lex and Clark and giving
Chloe a kiss as he took one from her.
"Smart boy," Lex complimented, taking a swallow
before reaching for another wing while Clark was distracted. He chuckled
when he saw Sheri settle at Dave’s feet, big brown eyes fixed on him,
though she didn’t make a pest of herself. She loved pineapple, and Lex was
certain she got nearly as much as Dave did.
"That’s me," Dave laughed, shaking his head at
Sheri before giving in and offering her some pineapple, which she neatly ate
from his fingers.
"Sucker," Clark snickered.
"As if you’d be any better if you had your own
dog," Lex scoffed. "I can just imagine. One look out of those big
eyes and you’d be putty."
"Good thing I don’t have my own dog then, isn’t
it?" Clark laughed. "You and Sheri are demanding enough as it
"Poor baby, overworked by us demanding sorts," Lex
crooned, patting his knees avuncularly. He was definitely looking forward to
Clark’s reaction when the puppy was delivered in the morning... and trying
not to think about Sheri’s.
"Do you think we should them their gifts yet?" he
murmured to Clark, imagining the looks on Chloe and Dave’s faces when they
saw the brightly colored nightwear.
"Nah, let them find them on the bed," Clark
snickered. "We won’t see ‘em, but we’ll certainly hear
"They’re whispering together," Dave muttered.
"That’s always dangerous."
Lex bared his teeth in a smile. "Would we hurt
"Yes!" Chloe and Dave said together.
"I won’t let him," Clark laughed, pulling Lex
down for a kiss when he pouted. "Now turn the movie back on so we can
eat this stuff, then get to the cake!"
"What makes you think there’s cake tonight? Tomorrow’s
your birthday," Lex pointed out. "Maybe this is all you get."
"You didn’t get me cake?" Clark’s lower lip
slid out, and his eyes grew watery as he unleashed the full force of his
"Oh for..." Lex groaned and covered his eyes.
"I suppose you’re going to want another one tomorrow too? If you were
anyone else, you’d weigh a ton thanks to that sweet tooth of yours. Yes,
Clark, there’s a cake."
Clark grinned gleefully and gave Lex a sloppy kiss. "I
Dave shook his head and took another bite of pizza. "It’s
not fair. Clark’s never going to have to worry about middle-aged spread
like the rest of us are."
"Speak for yourself," Lex replied with offended
dignity, then grinned. "Besides, you don’t have to worry about rocks
making you sick or turning you into Mr. Hyde... albeit a very hot Mr.
Dave, Chloe and Clark all shuddered at the thought.
"No way. I had to deal with him last time he got near
that stuff. He’s all yours now! What a freakin’ way to find out your
roomie is an alien! Even if you did let me think you were just another
mutant for a while longer," Dave added with reproving look at Clark.
"You don’t love me any more, Dave?" Clark
crooned, sliding off the couch to go lay his head on Dave’s knee, which
also put his face in licking range for Sheri.
"No! Get off, you nutcase!" Dave shoved him off,
pretending to cower behind Chloe for protection while Sheri started licking
every inch of Clark that she could reach.
Lex had to put his beer down before he spilled it from
laughing so hard. "It’s okay, Clark, Sheri and I still love
"Then why is she the only one kissing me?"
"Because you crawled over there out of reach to grovel
at Dave’s feet. Get back here, and I’ll see what I can do." Lex
smirked, taking a bite of his garlic bread as he stared at Clark.
"I love it when he’s logical," Chloe giggled.
"I don’t," Clark sighed, picking Sheri up off
his chest and setting her aside so that he could climb back up onto the
couch next to Lex. "Kisses now?"
Lex put his pizza aside and tugged on Clark, overbalancing
him so he sprawled on top of Lex, who wrapped his arms and legs around him.
"Kisses now," he agreed, tongue lightly tracing Clark’s lips
before pushing inside to taste him.
"God, they’re disgusting," Dave laughed. "I’m
drowning in sweetness here, guys!"
Chloe hit him on the head with a pillow.
"Better watch it, Dave, or you may find yourself
sleeping on this couch," Lex said sweetly, smirking at him over Clark’s
"Ten to one, we’ll all end up crashed out down here
like we did the last time," Dave retorted.
"With Lex using me as a body pillow."
"Excuse me, but who’s on the bottom here?" Lex
"You. For once."
Hearing a soft snore coming from the other couch, Clark
picked his head up without moving Lex and grinned at seeing both Chloe and
Dave asleep. "Lex..." he murmured, "wanna go up to bed?"
"Mmm, good idea. But first we have to get their gifts
and put them out where they’ll see them when they wake up." Lex
snickered, imagining the reactions to the tie-dyed monstrosities.
"You want to do that, you need to move," Clark
reminded him. "I’ll clean up here if you want to set them out."
Lex nodded. "Sounds fair. Don’t forget to put the
leftovers in the fridge this time," he said quietly, standing up and
stretching, then heading down the hall for the gift bags.
"Yes, dear. Mind if I finish the cake instead of
putting it up?" he asked, holding up the platter with the single piece
left on it.
"Might as well, there’s another one for tomorrow.
Which your mother is bringing, of course." Lex continued down to the
guestroom, then returned with the gifts for Dave and Chloe, which he put
where they couldn’t miss them when they woke up. That done, he followed
Clark into the kitchen, wanting some water.
"Mmmm, Mom’s chocolate cake. If you’re good, I’ll
let you have a piece," Clark laughed as he put away the leftovers and
threw away the garbage. "Think I should just carry them up?"
"I don’t think Dave would take kindly to waking up in
your arms," Lex said dryly, easily able to picture that moment.
"They’ll make their way to bed when they’re ready. We know that the
couch is comfortable enough."
"But it would be funny." Seeing Lex’s
expression, Clark shrugged. "Okay, okay, the only one I want waking in
my arms is you." Slinging an arm around Lex’s shoulders, Clark turned
out the lights as they headed upstairs, leaving one on for their guests to
find their way by.
A persistent ringing woke Lex from a sound sleep and he
groaned unhappily as he fixed bleary eyes on the clock. Seven o’clock. In
the morning. "Clark!" He shoved at the apparently inanimate lump
beside him. "Go see who’s at the door."
"But it’s m’birthday," Clark mumbled,
snuggling closer to Lex’s side and trying to hide his face. "Why do I
have to get up?"
"Because it’s your birthday. Whoever’s at our door
at this ungodly hour is going to be here to see you."
Grumbling, Clark rolled out of bed, grabbing a t-shirt and a
pair of shorts, raking a hand through his hair as he stumbled down the
stairs toward the door. He was tempted to x-ray through it to see if it was
a salesman because there was no way his folks would be here this early.
Blinking to clear his eyes, he unlocked and opened the door.
"Can I hel..." His voice died away as he was greeted with the
sight of a woman who looked vaguely familiar trying to hold on to a wiggling
grey puppy. The puppy, unconcerned with looks, was currently trying to eat
the large red bow tied around its neck.
While Clark stood there shell-shocked, the woman dumped the
pup into his arms. "Happy birthday," she laughed. "His papers
should be here in a few days. Good luck!"
He was still stammering when the puppy squirmed around in
his arms and started to lick his face, making him laugh. Waiting only long
enough to shut the door behind him, Clark spun around, shaking his head and
beaming. "Alexander Joseph Luthor!" he bellowed.
"Happy birthday, Clark Jerome Kent," Lex laughed
from the kitchen doorway, where he’d been watching, wearing a pair of
pajama bottoms he’d pulled on to come downstairs. "Like him?"
"What the hell’s going on out here?" Dave
groused, appearing at the top of the stairs in the tie-dyed boxers that Lex
thought might make his eyes bleed.
"Clark just met the newest member of our family."
"Two dogs?" Chloe asked, peering out from behind
Dave before collapsing against the wall laughing.
"Oh my God, Lex, he’s great!" Clark exclaimed,
setting the pup down and rolling him over to rub his silky belly. "I
know just what I’m going to call him too."
Lex eyed him suspiciously. "What?" Knowing Clark,
it could be any number of things, and Lex wasn’t about to venture a guess.
"Gohan!" Clark laughed, collapsing on the floor
beside the puppy and ending up with it on top of him, licking his face.
"Argh!" Lex should have known. "You are truly
deranged." He shook his head, but he was smiling as he watched Clark
and Gohan. Then he saw Sheri moving toward them, sniffing curiously.
Sheri braced a paw on Clark’s arm as she nosed at the
squirming thing on one of her humans. Deciding it was annoying but
harmless, she barked vigorously, wanting to make sure it understood that
this was her place, and it was here on her sufferance.
Aware that if the two dogs didn’t get along now, they
might not ever, Clark kept one hand on the pup while he petted Sheri with
the other. "Hey, pretty lady. Want to meet your little brother?"
he crooned. "This is Gohan. You need to teach him how to be a good
little puppy, okay?"
Chloe gave up trying to stand and slid down the wall, her
tie-dyed nightgown bunched up around her thighs.
Dave had come downstairs to get a better look at the new
puppy and he looked over at Lex. "Does he really expect Sheri to answer
him?" he whispered, shooting Clark a glance normally reserved for the
"Um. I don’t think so," Lex replied, also
eyeing Clark carefully. "Then again, she came from Smallville too.
Deciding he wanted to investigate his new surroundings,
Gohan scrambled down from Clark’s chest and ambled around the living room,
sniffing at the furniture and yapping at Sheri, trying to get her to play.
Clark bounded to his feet and bounded over to Lex, pulling
him into a hug and giving him a kiss. "Thank you, Lex. He’s so
Lex smiled. "I’m glad you like him... and maybe now
you’ll stop pouncing every Weimaraner owner in Metropolis," he
teased, his grin widening. An arm around Clark, he turned to watch the dogs,
amused as Sheri cautiously drew nearer Gohan.
She sniffed at the noisy thing, then looked over at her
humans, sensing their attention and concern. Apparently they wanted to keep
this in her place. She cautiously nosed one of her balls out from under a
chair and pushed it toward the new one.
Clark ducked his head and grinned, watching as the puppy
pounced on the ball and ended up on his nose. "Well, I just like them.
They remind me of you."
Chloe darted down the stairs after Dave. "They remind
you of Lex and you named it Gohan?"
"Shouldn’t it have been Number Eighteen?" Dave
laughed. "And by the way, happy birthday, Clark."
"Number eighteen? Remind you of me? Wha—" Lex
was totally baffled, looking from Clark to the dogs and back again.
"What are you talking about?"
"Krillin’s wife," Clark explained patiently.
"I remind you of a dog and an android? I need
coffee," Lex practically whimpered, turning to head for the kitchen.
Once Lex had left the room, the three friends looked at each
other and collapsed into hysterics again, bringing both dogs over to
"Just for that you’re not getting any of my
coffee!" Lex yelled, hearing them.
"We’ll all pout if you don’t share!" Chloe
Clark managed to sit up again and called both dogs over to
him, Sheri flopping in his lap while he picked Gohan up and petted him
"I’m not speaking to any of you!" Lex groused,
wandering back out while the coffee brewed and smiling at the sight of Clark
with the two dogs. "Where’s your camera when I actually want it,
"Oh!" she exclaimed, running back up the stairs to
grab it and managing to get several shots of Clark and the two dogs before
Gohan got tired of sitting still and ambled over to Lex and licking his
Lex yelped and skittered away, which only made the puppy
more determined in his attack. Laughing helplessly, Lex finally scooped him
up and held him, petting him to prevent him from being frightened.
"Look, little fellow, my feet happen to be ticklish. No licking!"
Gohan licked his nose.
As Chloe took some shots of Lex and Gohan, Clark grinned.
"Looks like he takes after me, he thinks you taste good."
"How many times do I have to tell you, Kent," Dave
"Deal with it, Anders," Lex shot back. "Last
I checked, this was our home." He looked down his nose at Dave, but the
effect was ruined when Gohan licked him again and he giggled.
"Giggling corporate magnate! Yes!" Chloe crowed,
darting behind Dave when Lex tried to frown at her.
Sheri climbed out of Clark’s lap and trotted over to Lex,
not sure about this newcomer usurping her place.
Clark stood up as well, dusting his butt off and scooting
into the kitchen. "Coffee’s ready," he called.
"Oh thank god." Lex’s comment was heartfelt.
Seeing Sheri eyeing Gohan, he managed to pick her up without dropping the
puppy then made it into the kitchen with his armful of dogs.
"Coffee," he whimpered pitifully as he sank into a chair, Sheri
and Gohan sharing his lap.
Trying not to snicker, Clark poured mugs for them all,
handing Dave and Chloe theirs before giving one to Lex. He caught Lex’s
eye and grinned. "Nice clothes, you two."
"Yeah, you two have really acute fashion sense,"
Chloe snorted, smoothing a hand over the bright cotton. "Were you
trying to blind us?"
"Well, it would stop all the pictures..."
"And since you look so much alike anyway, we thought
you needed matching outfits," Clark concluded.
"Fuck you, Kent," Dave groaned. "You too,
Clark grinned. "You wish!"
"Sorry, valley-boy, we’re exclusive. Besides, two
blonds deserve each other," Lex said sweetly.
"At least it’s all natural," Dave shot back.
"And, sadly, I can vouch for that," Clark
Chloe and Lex both turned to stare at him. "Something
you want to share with us, Clark?"
Clark flushed. "Hey, you live with a guy a year, you
can’t help it."
"Checking me out, were you, Kent?" Dave struck a
pose. "I am a god."
Chloe wadded up and threw a napkin at him. "In your
"Yours too, darlin’," he drawled, twisting in
his chair and pulling her into his lap.
"And they say we’re bad..." Clark murmured,
shaking his head.
"I think we need a bulldozer," Lex muttered.
"I’m getting nauseated." He eyed the couple across the table.
"Of course, it could be the nightwear."
Kissing Chloe, Dave flipped him off.
The doorbell rang again, and Gohan scrambled off Lex’s lap
to run out of the kitchen, barking his head off, followed more sedately by
"Speaking of nightwear, if that’s my folks, you two
might want to get dressed before I let them in," Clark laughed.
Chloe and Dave vanished so rapidly they could have given
Clark a run for his money.
"We’d better let them in. It sounds like Gohan
intends to be a watchdog," Lex chuckled. "Hopefully eventually he
won’t wait for the doorbell though."
"Give him time." Clark waited until Lex stood and
wrapped him in his arms. "Thank you, Lex. He’s perfect."
"You’re welcome, love." Lex smiled. "I
wanted to get you something special for your first birthday in our
"All I would have needed was you to have that."
"You’re awfully sweet sometimes, you know that,
Clark." Lex hugged him, then stepped back. "And unless you want
your parents teasing us all day for something we weren’t actually doing
for a change, we’d better go let them in."
"Just sometimes?" Clark laughed over his shoulder.
He grabbed Gohan and picked him up, realizing that they’d better get a
collar for the pup before he choked himself on the now decidedly bedraggled
"Happy birthday, honey," Martha exclaimed the
minute the door was open, leaning in to give Clark a hug, then looking down
at the puppy in surprise.
"And who is this?"
"Your grandson?" Clark asked, unable to keep
himself from grinning. "He’s mine! Lex gave him to me this
"Two dogs?" Jonathan shook his head. "Is that
really fair to Sheri?"
Before Clark could start to worry about it, Lex joined them,
having run downstairs for the rest of Clark’s presents and brought them up
to the den, and he glanced down at Sheri as he greeted the Kents. "She’ll
be fine. She’s not sure about Gohan yet, but she was playing with him
earlier. Soon they’ll team up to control us," he chuckled, reaching
down to stroke Sheri’s head.
"He’s adorable," Martha chuckled, reaching out
for the squirming puppy, purposely putting him in licking range of Jonathan.
"What breed is he?"
"A Weimaraner," Clark said proudly. "They’re
really smart and social too. And," he cut his eyes over to Lex,
"he’s got blue eyes just like someone we all know."
Jonathan made a face as the pup licked his cheek, but he
wasn’t proof against the liquid eyes. He petted the little dog, smiling.
"His eyes do look a lot like Lex’s."
"Wonderful, now I remind everyone of a
dog," Lex sighed.
"Better that than an android," Clark snickered,
moving to Lex’s side and giving him a hug.
"Does he have a name?" Martha asked.
Clark shot Lex a look. "Gohan."
Martha shook her head, amused at Clark’s ongoing
identification with that show. "Yes, dear."
Lex sighed. "At least he doesn’t insist I wear
Jonathan snickered. "But it’s so you, Lex."
At the expression on Lex’s face, Clark started snickering
"What’s so funny?" Dave asked as he and Chloe,
now neatly dressed, came down the stairs. "And hi Mr. and Mrs.
"Nothing!" Lex said emphatically. "Why don’t
I get the coffee and bring it into the den. Go sit down." He was hoping
to distract them all with Clark’s other gifts.
Still laughing, Clark nodded. "I’ll get your stuff,
Mom, go ahead."
Once he had their things up in the other guest room and made
a quick stop to throw on a pair of jeans and t-shirt, Clark headed back
downstairs and into the den, settling on the floor near Lex’s feet and
straightening out his legs to kick Chloe’s toes.
Chloe kicked back, then curled her legs up under her to get
them out of harm’s way.
Lex smiled down at his lover. "I’m impressed, Clark.
You’ve been in the room for at least a minute and you haven’t pounced on
your gifts yet."
"Maybe I’m growing up," Clark answered archly,
only to have his ego deflated when everyone started laughing. "Fine,
fine, be that way," he laughed before reaching for the first package.
"Stuff for Gohan, great!" He pulled the collar and
leash out of the box and patted his leg, causing the puppy to jump down from
Martha’s lap. "C’mere boy, try these on."
Sheri moved closer and sniffed at the collar and leash,
getting in the way as Clark tried to fasten the collar on the squirming
puppy while his audience laughed. Wanting to play too, she braced her paws
on Clark’s chest and licked his face.
"Looks like Sheri wants to make sure you don’t forget
about her now," Chloe laughed. "Those two are going to keep you
hopping. Not to mention Lex."
Lex eyed her. "I don’t think I want to clarify
whether you meant I’d be hopping as well or I’d keep him hopping.
No." He held up a hand to stop her when she opened her mouth. "I
really don’t want to know."
"Smart man," Dave muttered.
Clark ended up holding Sheri off with one hand while he
finished with Gohan, letting the puppy go to rub her head and start in on
his next present.
"The Joy of... Chloe, Dave, you’re dead
meat!" he exclaimed, blushing furiously and hiding the book behind his
"Well, we didn’t know you’d open it in front of
your folks!" Dave protested.
Lex desperately tried not to howl with laughter, not sure
whether Clark or Jonathan looked more embarrassed. "I’m sure it’ll
be very useful," he managed to say in a strangled tone.
Wanting to hide behind or under something, Clark settled for
ripping open another gift. "Whoa, Lex! You didn’t have to do
this!" he exclaimed, running his hands over the buttery soft black
leather jacket. "It’s wild!"
"I like wild on you," Lex said softly. "I’ll
have to dress to match you and we can go out clubbing one weekend."
Martha bit her lip to keep from laughing when Jonathan
started humming to himself, in distinct ‘I’m not listening’ mode.
"Sounds good to me," Clark grinned. "And you
can come too," he laughed, looking over at Chloe and Dave, who were
Martha watched a bit nervously as Clark next reached for the
large package from herself and Jonathan. Once Clark had it open, everyone
could see the handmade quilt in swirling patterns of blue and green that was
both masculine and somehow evocative of Clark and Lex.
Reaching over, Lex stroked the fabric, smiling at the silky
feel. "This is the exact green of your eyes," he said softly,
looking up into them.
"And the exact blue of yours," Clark murmured,
resting his hand over Lex’s for a moment. "This is amazing, Mom, Dad.
"We wanted you to have something from home here,"
she answered, squeezing Jonathan’s hand tightly as she blinked back tears.
"It’s beautiful, Martha," Lex said, smiling up
at her. "Of course, this means that we’ll have to redecorate to match
and show it off properly. Not even you frugal Kents can deny that," he
"This once," Jonathan said seriously, before
"Gee, Lex, Dad telling you to spend money, it’s a
sign of the Apocalypse!"
"No, that would be if he told me to spend money on him!"
Lex retorted, to general laughter.
"You can spend it on me if it would make you feel
better," Chloe offered selflessly, grinning.
"Or me," Dave was quick to add.
"Poor babies!" Clark said, shaking his head before
breaking into laughter when Gohan decided that the tissue paper his jacket
had been wrapped in looked dangerous and jumped on it, growling fiercely.
Sheri poked her nose in to see if there was anything
interesting, then laid her chin back on Lex’s foot.
"’Fraid not," Lex retorted. "You need Clark’s
endurance to keep up with me. I’m high maintenance... And worth it."
He batted his eyes at them, managing not to laugh.
"You do give good presents," Chloe mused, nodding
"And you throw a hell of a party," Dave added.
"And you are polite," Martha said.
"And he’s mine!" Clark finished.
"Ohh, he’s cute when he’s possessive." Lex
slid down off the chair onto Clark’s lap and wrapped his arms around his
neck. "By the way, your other birthday present is me."
"Gee, that’s a surprise," Dave snorted.
Clark grinned. "Like I want anything else."
"I want some more coffee," Jonathan
announced, getting to his feet and stepping over the mess Gohan had made on
the floor. "Anyone else?"
"Maybe we should all get some coffee... and take about
half an hour?" Chloe suggested, laughing. "Or are you two selling
"Are you sure I can’t have her shipped to
Zimbabwe?" Lex muttered into Clark’s throat.
Giving up his struggle not to blush, Clark felt his face
heat. "No, that would be bad. How about Bulgaria?"
"Done!" Lex peered over at Chloe. "You don’t
mind being sold into white slavery, do you, Chloe? It’s all in a good
cause, Clark’s and my sex life, after all. You wouldn’t stand in the way
of true love, would you?"
Martha cleared her throat and looked at the young adults
sitting on the floor. "I suppose it’s good that you’re comfortable
enough with Jonathan and myself to talk freely about that, but stop!"
All but Clark looked somewhat surprised by the comment. They
hadn’t expected Martha to start pretending that Lex and Clark weren’t in
a sexual relationship at this late date, but since they all adored her, the
conversation simply flowed in a new direction.
Lex pushed himself to his feet, extending a hand to Clark to
help him up, more for the contact than anything else. "Actually, more
coffee sounds good to me too." He glanced down, chuckling. "And
you should probably rescue Gohan before he smothers himself in shredded,
soggy tissue paper."
"Sorry, Mom," Clark grinned, giving her a doe-eyed
look. "And come here, you nut." Saying that, he grabbed the puppy,
pulling pieces of shredded tissue off of most every inch of his body.
Sheri sneezed when some of the bits of paper fluttered down
to land on her nose, and giving them all a disgusted look, she went into the
Laughing, Lex followed her and started another pot of coffee
after giving Jonathan the last cup. "You two planning to join us?"
he called back to Clark, who was still trying to get the last of the paper
off the pup.
"Let me take Gohan out first; he’s looking at the rug
too seriously for my peace of mind," Clark answered, stooping to grab
the leash and attaching it to the puppy’s collar and carrying him to the
sliding glass doors that led out to the deck. "Now wait until I... No,
Lex smiled seraphically. "Ah, revenge is sweet. I seem
to remember a certain farm boy snickering at me before her highness was
"But the carpeting..." Martha started.
"I already arranged to have the carpets cleaned once a
week for the first couple of months," Lex said calmly.
Martha blinked as she imagined the expense of that, but then
that wasn’t really an issue for Lex.
Listening to Clark sputter as he tried to get his puppy
outside, Chloe grinned. "Coffee, anyone?"
"Lex, he’s whining again," Clark groaned,
thumping his head back onto the pillow and wishing he could cover his ears.
"Can’t Sheri curl up with him?"
"Why are you asking me? When have I ever been able to
make her do anything she didn’t want to?" Lex grumbled. "God, I
already went through this with her. Just pick him up already so we can get
Mumbling groggily, Clark leaned over the side of the bed,
reaching for his puppy. "C’mere, boy," he said, lifting Gohan up
to his chest and groaning when the pup immediately started licking him and
bouncing around, wanting to play.
Knowing he’d keep Lex up too, Clark sighed and started to
get out of bed. "I’ll take him downstairs."
Eyes still closed, Lex grabbed for Clark and pulled him
back. "No. I’ll get even less sleep without you, knowing you’re up
with him. Just play with him a little and pet him till he calms down so we
can all get to sleep."
Disturbed by the commotion, Sheri stood up from where she
was curled against Lex’s feet and walked up the bed to nose at the whining
Seeing that everyone was awake, Gohan yapped and pounced on
the older dog, trying to tumble her over like he did his littermates. When
it didn’t work, he got hold of her ear and tugged at it, shaking his head
and growling fiercely.
Sheri let out a yelp when the needle-like teeth sank into
her, and she nipped sharply at Gohan’s hindquarters to make him let go.
When the yelping pup released her, she barked at him, for all the world like
a aggrieved mother with a recalcitrant child. After venting her displeasure,
she picked him up by the scruff of the neck and carried him back to the foot
of the bed, where she dropped him and curled around him.
Voice quivering with repressed laughter, Lex said, "I
think she’s decided to take a hand. Or paw, as the case may be."
Pushing up on his elbows so that he could peer at the two
dogs, Clark nodded. "I guess she did," he murmured, watching Gohan
cuddle closer to Sheri, burrowing his nose under her foreleg and huffing out
a huge sigh.
"Maybe now we can get some rest." He lay back down
and pulled Lex into his arms. "Thank you, Lex, it was a great
Head tucked into his favorite position under Clark’s chin,
Lex murmured, "It was my pleasure, love."
"CLARK!" Hands on hips, Lex stood glaring
down at the sodden, chewed up mess that had once been his favorite Italian
leather loafers. He was sure he’d shut the closet door, so Clark had some
explaining to do.
"What?" Clark yelled back, coming out of the
bathroom, toweling his hair dry, another one tied around his hips.
Shooting him a fulminating glance, not even distracted by
the sight of him—or at least not much—Lex pointed at the remains of his
shoes. "Care to tell me how your dog mastered opening the closet door
so he could get hold of my shoes?" he demanded irately.
"Oh shit." Clark ducked his head and scanned the
house for his erstwhile dog. Spotting him curled up outside the bedroom
door, he crossed over to him. "Gohan, that was such a bad thing to do!
I’m going to be paying Lex off in trade for a year for those... Oh
no!" Scooping up the puppy who was beginning to retch, Clark zipped
down the stairs and out the sliding glass door, making it to the grass with
Gohan before he threw up. Unfortunately, his towel didn’t survive the
Following more slowly, Lex stood on the back deck and
sighed. "Clark, much as I appreciate the view, don’t you think nudity’s
a bit much for the back yard?" He held up the towel he’d retrieved.
Without out looking up from where he was crouched down over
Gohan, Clark frowned. "Huh?" he asked, risking a glance but
continuing to pet his puppy.
When he realized what Lex was holding, he turned beet red.
Lex shook his head, amused. "Didn’t you notice it had
gotten a bit drafty?" He tossed the towel to Clark, not wanting to take
the chance of anyone seeing him. The landscaping had been designed for
privacy, but even so, that was his private view and he wasn’t sharing.
Clark whipped the towel back around his waist, breathing a
little easier once his privates were private again. He looked down at Gohan,
who was now chewing on one of his paws, and sighed. "I think I found
the insole to your shoes."
Lex wrinkled his nose. "That’s okay. I think I’ll
just get a new pair." He glanced at the dog. "Is he okay?" He
didn’t sound overly worried, having been through similar experiences,
though not with his favorite loafers, with Sheri.
"I think so." Scooping Gohan into his arms, Clark
straightened up and walked over to Lex. "We’ll just go easy on the
food tonight for him and he should be okay. Mind if we go in now?"
"Unless you’re planning to give me another show,
sure." Muttering under his breath about craziness before his coffee,
Lex turned and headed back inside, pausing to make sure Gohan’s water dish
was full as he passed.
"Sorry." Looking disconsolate, Clark followed Lex
inside, setting Gohan down once the door was closed behind them. After
checking to see that the puppy wasn’t going to vomit again, he pulled the
coffee from the freezer and got out the bean grinder to make Lex his coffee.
"What exactly are you apologizing for now?" Lex
wanted to know as he leaned back against the counter, enjoying watching a
mostly nude Clark moving around the kitchen. When Gohan pounced on the hem
of his robe, he laughed and leaned down to pet him, then Sheri as well when
she came for her share of attention.
"Gohan eating your shoes and you having to deal with
craziness before your coffee."
"I’m going to take the shoes out in trade, and
craziness, well, that goes with the territory when you share a house with
two dogs and my favorite Martian." Lex smirked.
"Oh, like your life was normal before you met me,
Krillin," Clark snickered as he continued to make the coffee.
"It was a perfectly normal, dysfunctional, slightly
sociopathic life," Lex replied with a sniff. "I could have been a
criminal mastermind by now if not for you, I’ll have you know."
Clark snorted. "Can you ever forgive me for derailing
your masterminding? I guess you’ll just have to content yourself with me
and lots of sex."
"Damn, it’ll be tough to bear the disappointment, but
I’ll try to be brave." Lex came over to slide his arms around Clark’s
waist, pressing up against his back. "Have I ever mentioned my fantasy
about doing you against the counter?"
"Gee, I don’t think so. Why don’t you tell me about
"Well, first you would have to lose the towel,"
Lex purred, tugging at the offending fabric, "and then my robe would
have to be open..." Suiting action to words, he had their bodies
pressed together in moments. "Then you would have to lean forward and
brace your arms against the counter while I rode you hard and fast. That
sound like something you might be interested in?" He traced Clark’s
ear with the tip of his tongue, then blew gently on the damp flesh.
Shuddering as Lex teased him, Clark made a noise that was
supposed to be an affirmative answer and bent his knees slightly so that Lex
could fit in closer against his back. Sucking in deep breaths that made Lex’s
chest rub against his back, Clark leaned forward, supporting his weight on
his arms and resting his head on his hands.
"I’ll take that as a yes," he murmured, pressing
closer, rubbing his cock along the crevice between Clark’s cheeks.
"Sounds like you might like the same fantasy."
"Just - " Clark gasped and spread his legs wider.
"Just don’t burn yourself on the coffee."
"I’ll leave it to you to protect my coffee. I’m
going to need it later." He kept rubbing against Clark, smearing
precome over him, and one hand snaked around to grasp Clark’s erection.
"Then again, maybe I’ll have my other favorite morning
"Before or after you do me against the
"After, definitely after. I like it right here much too
much to move yet." Lex positioned himself and slowly pressed forward,
sinking into Clark’s body. He shivered voluptuously as the tight heat
enclosed him, and he bit at the nape of Clark’s neck.
"Clark Kent, the breakfast of champions." Clark
chuckled, tilting his head to the side to give Lex more access to his throat
and tightening his ass around his lover’s cock.
"No way, I’m not sharing!" Lex said
emphatically. "My breakfast only." He punctuated the
statement with a particularly hard thrust, actually driving Clark forward
against the counter. He winced slightly as he banged his own knuckles and
pulled Clark back again, not willing to release the grasp he had on his
Shaking his head, Clark squirmed between Lex’s cock and
his hand. "And you say I’m crazy jealous. You have no room to
"I’ve never wanted to become a national
pastime!" Lex started thrusting more rapidly, his hand matching the
increased rhythm, his other hand clenching on Clark’s hip. "God, you
feel so good. Love this," he groaned, biting at Clark’s neck and
"Love you," Clark countered, closing his eyes and
letting Lex’s motions rock him back and forth, trying to keep from coming
but getting nearer to losing the battle with each thrust.
"Yes," Lex hissed through clenched teeth as he
lost the fight for control and muffled his cry in Clark’s shoulder as he
came, slamming as deep inside him as he could go.
Closing his eyes and biting his lower lip, Clark held
himself still, waiting until Lex recovered enough to support himself again
before looking over his shoulder at his lover. "Lex?" he asked,
his voice hoarse and needy, "you want that drink now?"
Lex stared at him blankly, brain fogged by contentment, and
only when Clark thrust his hips forward did he realize that he was still
holding a hard and needy erection in his fist. He pressed a quick,
apologetic kiss to his lips before pulling out of Clark with a soft moan and
turning him around. With Clark leaning on the counter, Lex sank to his knees
and nuzzled him, smearing pre-come over his cheeks.
When Clark whimpered almost desperately, Lex licked him,
needing to taste him, then opened his mouth and took Clark in, his hands
curving over Clark’s ass to pull him closer.
"Lex..." Clark moaned, sliding his hands around
Lex’s head as he thrust forward into his mouth, the wet suction sending
Clark over the edge almost immediately.
Lex swallowed thirstily, drinking down all Clark had to give
and sucking hard in search of more. Only when he was completely limp did Lex
pull away with a final lick and surge to his feet to kiss Clark, leaning
into him. "Mmm, even better than coffee," he murmured.
"Umm hmm," Clark murmured dreamily, resting his
forehead against Lex’s as he tried to get his brain functioning again.
"I’ll have to try that towel thing..." he broke off and began to
Lex stared at him blankly. "What towel thing? Are you
sure you’re awake?" he demanded suspiciously, reaching around Clark
to pour himself a cup of coffee. "You’re not making any sense."
"I was talking about losing the towel," Clark
gasped out before giving up and darting away from where Gohan was licking
his leg. "He was tickling me!"
"Ah. Well, I certainly won’t object if you want to
institute a policy of nudity in the house." Lex leered at him over his
coffee. "I like the view. And it certainly provides inspiration and
easy access." He leaned down to pet the puppy, who was licking his bare
"Ummm, that’s okay. I think I’ll stick to clothes,
thanks." Deciding that having some clothes on now would be a
good idea, he darted upstairs to grab his robe and was back in the kitchen
before Lex straightened up from petting Gohan.
"We hitting the park with our masters today?" he
asked, grabbing the milk carton from the fridge and taking a drink.
"Let Sheri have one last swim before the water freezes?"
Lex looked and frowned at the robe. "I liked the towel
better," he half-pouted. "But yes, I think letting out some of
their energy might save my sanity. Has Gohan mastered heeling yet, or does
he still think it means run around Lex and tangle him up in the leash?"
"Ummm..." Clark stalled for time before he
answered. "I guess we’ll find out, won’t we? He heels in class. I
think he just likes you."
"Lucky me," Lex sighed, remembering how he’d
nearly gone headfirst into an ornamental goldfish pond the last time they’d
tried this. "Just make sure I don’t knock myself out on the way down,
‘kay?" He squatted to pet both dogs, laughing when they both started
licking his face.
"I’ll catch you," Clark promised, joining his
lover and their dogs on the floor and laughing aloud when they all fell on
top of him. "Any time, any where."
"I’d actually be happier if you didn’t have to live
up to that quite so often," Lex said wryly, remembering how often Clark
had saved him from mortal danger.
"Like I mind." Clark pulled Lex in for a kiss and
laughed when both dogs decided to join in. "I think they’re trying to
tell us something. We’d better get dressed and out of here before they
leave without us."
Making a face and wiping his mouth where Sheri’d caught
him while he was laughing, Lex agreed. "And here I used to think that
humans were in charge." He eyed the two dogs. "I swear they’re
laughing at us."
"Can you blame them?" Clark laughed. "The
strongest man in the world and the smartest man in the world brought to
their knees by a pair of pooches. I thought meteor rocks were my
"I thought I was your weakness," Lex
"Nah," Clark smiled, kissing Lex soundly,
"you’re my strength."
"You’re cute when you’re sappy. No!" He fended
Clark off when he leaned in for another kiss. "The mutts will stage a
mutiny if we don’t get dressed and out soon." He rose to his feet,
planning to head upstairs to shower and dress.
"Yes sir!" Clark laughed, pushing up to his feet
and patting both dogs before following Lex upstairs. "Back to the park
"Don’t!" Lex tried to silence him, but it was
too late. The dogs had heard the word ‘park’, and they started barking
wildly, eager to go. Lex just looked at Clark. "You haven’t learned yet?"
he groaned, nearly jogging upstairs to get ready before the excited dogs
ruptured his eardrums.
"Umm... Sorry?" Clark offered, ducking his head as
he got to his feet to follow Lex, Sheri and Gohan yapping at his heels.
"Distract them while I take a shower," Lex begged,
not wanting to chance finding an excited dog at his feet while he washed.
"I’d rather distract you!" Clark laughed before
catching both dogs into his arms, playing with them while on his back,
looking forward to a lazy, peaceful day with his lover and their pets.