Consolation

Dedication: To jenn and Beth for beta-ing and support, as always.  Beth, jenn, and Te for the inspiration, both in words and with their writing.

You learn a lot about yourself when you lose.

Not an experience that's new to Clark. Quite frankly, he's a little annoyed with the familiarity of it all.

The crowd has gradually thinned out, and Clark is left looking up at the banner declaring Paul the president of the class. It had started out as a joke, but Clark's feeling a little more than the expected twinge of disappointment at losing the election. A little bit of resentment there that he lost to someone who wasn't even able to campaign.

So much for Chloe's belief that he's taking defeat gracefully. He must be getting better at masking his feelings. Yay for the poker face.

"Hey, Clark. The bus is leaving. You want a ride home?"

His gaze breaks from the banner and finds Pete next to him. Box of campaign materials clutched in his hands -- buttons, flyers, small pile of t-shirts, and not for the first time, Clark is impressed by Pete's level of sheer enthusiasm, all on display in a box of new trivia. The beginning and ending of Clark's political aspirations encapsulated in cardboard. Sort of fitting when he thinks about it, and his mind can stop wandering through weird symbolism *any* time now.

"Thanks Pete, but I think I'm going to hang around and help Lana clean up. I can catch a ride with someone else." And as weirdly nostalgic as it may seem, he reaches into the box and pulls out a t-shirt and a button. "Think I'll keep a few souvenirs."

A grin, and Pete shifts the box to rest on his hip as he digs in a pocket for his car keys. "Spread the wealth. There's plenty of leftovers. Catch you later, Clark."

He watches Pete walk away and tries not to think about the word "leftovers" too much. Glances around for something to keep him occupied, but Chloe left twenty minutes ago to visit Paul, bearing digital pictures and a slice of victory cake. Too many customers left to get a start on the clean up or to feel comfortable with the idea of distracting Lana either. And Lex...?

Looking around, and Lex is nowhere to be seen, but Clark remembers mention of a private phone call needing to be made when Lex left him standing at the coffee bar. Lex has had plenty of time to deal with whatever it was, and a quick x-ray scan shows the Ferrari still parked in front of the Talon.

He's at the door to the office before he even thinks about it, knocking and entering at Lex's invitation.

Lex is behind the desk with a pile of paperwork in front of him, looking up with a smile at Clark's appearance in the doorway and dropping his pen. "Clark? I thought you'd left already."

Shuts the door behind himself and walks a little further into the office. "I thought I'd hang around until it's time to take down the decorations. Not really anywhere I have to be right now."

The room seems cramped for some reason, though he's been in here with Lana several times and never noticed a sense of smallness to it before now. It has to be Lex then, and Clark supposes that's logical in a rather strange way. Lex carries himself with a presence that seems too overpowering for any room, let alone a glorified broom closet playing dress-up as office space. Charisma induced claustrophobia, and had the heat been turned up?

Clark pulls at the collar of his shirt, noticing that Lex is nodding a little and just... looking at him. He's really regretting that bee extermination by way of freon, now. Air conditioning would be a *good* thing at the moment.

Lex is walking around the desk and then leaning back against it, resting there casually and apparently quite comfortable in his shirt sleeves. "You're being a very good sport about this, Clark. I didn't help clean up at my after-election party, and I'd won. I'm impressed." Throaty amusement there. Familiar and yet... different somehow.

Would it be too obvious to excuse himself for a quick visit to the walk-in cooler? And who the hell had been messing with the thermostat anyway? Clark knows it's not that cold outside, so it makes no sense that anyone would have felt the need to create a haven of warmth inside the Talon. Lex seems fine, so Clark must be the only one feeling strangely sticky and overheated. Blood hot and skin buzzing, like some of Sasha's bee friends had found the idea of playing water polo in his veins to be the epitome of insect recreation, and Clark's getting images from that which he could really do without.

Here's hoping this isn't the sign of some new and traumatizing power about to make an unwelcome appearance. He can only explain away so much, and spontaneous combustion right before Lex's eyes is definitely *not* falling within those boundaries. "It's no big deal, although I think I should have pushed you for some of those campaign strategies you used. My way didn't work very well."

"Ahh... not taking the loss as easily as you'd like?"

Lex folds his arms loosely, and Clark catches himself staring. The sleeves are rolled up a bit, and the play of muscles in forearms is fascinating to watch in a way that Clark's not certain is normal, overexposure to the Discovery Channel or no. Why does he feel so *hot*? Pulls his gaze away from Lex's arms but can't manage to meet his eyes quite yet. Clark feels sweat pearling at his hairline, and appearances can take a flying leap, because he simply has to reach up and unbutton the collar of his shirt. Just two. Only two, Clark. "I don't know... I guess it was exciting, meeting new people while campaigning. I'll kind of miss that."

Lex smiles and tilts his head in that way that says he finds Clark... interesting? Intriguing may be a better word, but Clark's having too much trouble processing thought to manage fine distinctions in terms. "The more confident and social Clark doesn't need to go away simply because the election is over. Enjoy him a little. I know I have."

And that's just... doing nothing to help the overheating problem. What is wrong with him anyway? His breathing is going haywire now, too. Chest feels constricted all of the sudden. It's just a smile, Clark. The smile Lex never seems to direct at anyone else, and why should that thought make him feel like the heat jumped another twenty degrees?

He must have been quiet too long, because there's a frown replacing the smile, and Lex is pushing away from the desk. Moving closer, which is causing a strange feeling of good-bad in Clark. Proximity, good. Lack of breathable oxygen, bad.

"Clark? Are you okay? You seem-"

"I'm Fine." Exactly. He's fine and not too hot and not getting lightheaded. Right. *Fine*. "Here. Have some souvenirs." Pushing the shirt and button at Lex before he stops to think about it, and oh yes, *brilliant*, Clark. Good choice of distracting tactic there. Like Lex is really going to want a cheap t-shirt with your face on it. Does Lex even wear t-shirts? He opens his mouth to ask, but that would just up the level of stupidity into a stratosphere that Clark would sincerely prefer to avoid.

His jaw clacks shut audibly, and Lex is... smiling. Again. *That* one.

He's about to pull his arms back when the pile is taken from him. Lex is looking down at the offering, then back up, and the smile has shifted slightly. "Thank you, Clark. I'm honored."

And the grin on his face has to look at silly as it feels, but Clark can't seem to remove it. Watches as Lex studies the button briefly before putting it in his pocket. He's holding up the t-shirt now, unreadable look in his eyes as he examines the design, and then he's...

Oh, no. No, he's *not*.

But blinking doesn't change the fact that Lex has set the t-shirt down on the desk and is unbuttoning his shirt. Clark catches glimpses of skin as the fabric flutters open with the motion of Lex's fingers, and he's *not* staring. He really, really isn't. "Umm... you don't have to-"

"Try it on?" Panels of the shirt hanging open now, and Lex is unrolling one cuffed sleeve. "Of course I do. Have to make sure it fits, right?"

Both sleeves done before Clark can think of another protest. Quick shrug of Lex's shoulders and the shirt is...

Gone.

Like Clark's ability to think.

Miles of soft-looking, creamy-smooth skin. *Miles* of it. Clark's staring and he's not trying to deny it this time and he can. Not. Stop. Eyes moving without his consent and fixated on mapping every inch of that bare torso. Ripple and stretch of muscles under taut skin something he's feeling echo through him as Lex raises the t-shirt over his head.

Hot. Burning. On fire.

There have to be non-heat related descriptors, and Clark's searching his half-track mind for them. Smooth. Tantalizing. Touchable. Lickable...

Oh.

*Oh*

So, he's pretty slow on the uptake. Fair enough. The source of the overheating and breathing issues is suddenly quite clear. He hadn't felt this way that day with Lana at the pool. Lack of reaction making sense finally, when he'd been wondering for weeks why seeing Lana nearly naked had been an experience more of visual appreciation and slight discomfort than anything even remotely like what he would have expected to feel. Like how he feels now.

Wanting to touch and taste and simply *devour* every inch of what he's seeing.

He wants *Lex*.

Fabric slowly descending, and Clark's eyes race to the flesh still exposed until the hem reaches the waistband. Clark really wishes he'd worn his shirt untucked, but thank God he's in khakis rather than jeans. Tight fabric over his suddenly hard body would have been the worst kind of torture.

Except he's going to have to look Lex in the eyes again at some point, and is there any hope *at all* that Lex is not currently exhibiting his usual level of observational skill? Silent prayer offered as Clark slips his hands into his pockets, trying to subtly lift the fabric so as to disguise the unmaskable. Makes himself look up...

And Lex is staring at him. Eyes blindingly focused, slightly hooded, but everything is there.

*Everything*

Lex is moving forward, turning a bit so he's facing Clark dead on. Less than an arms-length away, and Clark can touch if he's brave enough. Feels a strangely electrifying thrill at seeing his face emblazoned on Lex's chest when he looks down. Like a mark of possession.

"What do you think, Clark?"

Lex is holding his hands out to his sides, on display, and Clark vaguely remembers what it was like to be *able* to think. "About what?"

That was a little too breathy and down low in his chest, but he's going to ignore that for now. "About the fit. I usually buy my t-shirts a little larger than this, but I think I like it."

And Clark likes it too. More than sanity and attempts at seeming somewhat normal could allow. Cotton fabric molding itself to Lex's body like it was sewn around him, and do they really have such a thing as tailored t-shirts? Clark is going to need to look into that, because Lex looks...

Perfect.

"It's... good." And is he going to manage a sentence of more than two words any time in the near future? Probably not until Lex takes off that shirt, Clark's face on him like a brand, and is it really so wrong to like that idea so much?

Likes the idea of Lex taking off the shirt just a tiny bit more, though.

Lex moving forward another step, the personal space violation completely deliberate. Breathing is something that didn't require thought the last time Clark checked, but it's so not natural right now. "Did you enjoy the show, Clark?"

Deep voice husky and barely above a whisper. Clark can't even bring himself to be embarrassed about being caught, not with Lex so close. Hands shift inside his pockets, and he's nowhere near being unaffected by this. Body getting even *harder* and he hadn't thought that was possible. "The... show?"

Slow, knowing smile. Lex isn't touching him anywhere, but Clark can *feel* him. Eyes ghosting over him and face close enough that Lex's breath brushes over his skin in a maddening way. So tempting. "Trust, me. I'm not complaining. I'm flattered, in fact."

And Lex is... teasing him. Clark's fingers are twitching with the need to touch and Lex is making a *joke* of this? If the revelation weren't so new, he might be able to blow it off -- laugh and let it go and bury the disappointment until he could be alone to deal. But five minutes isn't enough leeway for making light of it. "Bite me."

Well, that was supposed to come out differently. It had sounded much better in his head. Angrier.

Lex's brow has twitched up, and Clark sees the flicker of a pink tongue wetting the lower lip, teeth grazing behind. "Okay."

Pressed backward by an unexpected push against his shoulders, and Clark stumbles, back impacting the closed door with a solid sound before Lex is...

On him.

Opened collar of Clark's shirt moved aside and Lex's mouth descending fast. Hot and open on his neck and God...

*Biting*

Harsh little nips along his throat, tongue laving after, and Clark's cock shivers with the rest of him. He's making noises he doesn't recognize, not even remotely human sounding as the bites travel his collarbone. There has been unbuttoning happening that he didn't notice, because suddenly the bites are going down his sternum and across and then...

"Yes... *please*..."

That really was his voice sounding like that. Broken and needy and pleading as Lex's mouth hovered over his nipple. Descending slowly to lick and then, God, yes, biting him. White teeth closing tighter. Pressure and heat and Clark never knew there was a direct line from his chest to his cock before, but he's feeling this there, too. Little twist of Lex's jaw that does nothing but make Clark cry out for more, and the licking comes again. Clark's hand is moving inside his pocket now, trying to find some way to release, and it is *so* not enough.

He wonders if Lex would bite him *there*. Taste him, use those teeth on his cock, and he can't help whimpering at the image.

The mouth moved from his chest while he wasn't looking, and Lex is biting a line along his jaw now. Finally reaching his mouth, staying suspended over it as Lex's eyes bore into his, challenging. Nibbles lightly at Clark's bottom lip, and he feels his jaw loosen, waiting for more, silently begging.

And Lex leans back.

"That what you had in mind, Clark?"

Responses bouncing across each other in his head -- "God, yes" or "Not enough" or "More, now", and wasn't he just contemplating the need for sentences containing more than two words? Something a little more coherent and perhaps even a bit witty. More along the lines of --

"What would you have done if I'd said 'blow me'?"

Lex's eyes flare, bottom lip pulled into his mouth and a faint curse.

Clark had *actually* said that aloud, hadn't he?

No reason to keep his hands to himself after that, and they leave the safety of his pockets. Reaching out, firm grip on Lex's hips and pulling that body forward, and *yes*.

"*Clark*..."

Lex is as hard as he is. Bulge pressing against Clark's thigh is unmistakable. Shifting his legs a bit and sliding a knee in between and just... God, contact. Friction singing along Clark's nerve endings in a way that's not nearly enough but so much better than it was. Pressing against Lex and thrusting slowly and it feels like he's going to come just from this. Just the rubbing and Lex's hot breath shuddering on the skin of his neck and Lex's hands clenching on his shoulders in a way he wishes would leave bruises like they would on anyone else.

Wants to be marked by this. Needs something tangible.

"What would you have done, Lex? Tell me."

Gives a sharper thrust for incentive, and the hitch in Lex's breath goes straight to his cock. "I... *God*... I would have grabbed you the same way. Thrown you back against this door. Pants down around your ankles before you could think to tell me no, because there's only so much restraint in me, Clark, and that would have killed it."

Bites his own lip and shakes a little. His blood really is burning him from the inside out now, and he *doesn't care*. Could die happy here, after this. "What then?"

Lex's hands are off his shoulders. One suddenly on his ass, the other performing an act of contortionism to get between them and *squeezing* him. "Pull you out. Wrap my mouth around you. Play a little bit. Just taste you, find out if you're as fresh and clean as you look. See if I could get you just a little dirty."

And he can't take this much longer. Hand between them stroking him through his pants, rough voice like liquid sex flowing over him. "God... Lex... *please*, just-"

"Say it, Clark." Beautifully vicious clench on his shaft with the bitten out command, and Clark can't help thrusting his hips forward into the stroke. Can't help the wordless moan of pure, aching need either. "Say. It."

"Blow me."

And it's a good thing Lex moves fast, because Clark's already teetering at the edge. Slacks unbuttoned and down, boxers gone, and...

Hot, wet *mouth*. Lips closing over him, tongue licking and stroking lazily like Lex has the next five years of his calendar reserved just for this. Clark fists his hands because he's afraid he'd break anything other than his own flesh with the surge inside him. Head falls back against the door and the sound is an afterthought to the feel of all that moist heat. Perfect in a way he'd never imagined, like he'd been made for this very second and had to live it completely and utterly helpless to the burn.

Feels his hips thrust forward. Involuntary reaction that has Lex humming around him in encouragement. Hands at his hips, pushing and pulling in a rhythm, and oh *God*, Lex wants him to...

And he's fucking Lex's mouth.

Thrusting forward blindly down that heated passage, feels the twist of shocks gather at his spine and spread in electric waves all over his body. Nothing near a rhythm as he jerks and pushes and Lex is *swallowing* now. Throat convulsing in a beautiful drawing way, and Clark feels the tension in his body coil up and just *snap*. Thrusting through it as he pours out into Lex's mouth and this is what people mean when they say coming is like a taste of death. Lex is still sucking even as Clark's thrusting slows, extracting every drop from him, leaving him empty and filled and completely broken by this.

He's grateful for the door behind him, because his legs want nothing to do with being steady just now. Lex is off his knees and up and sliding a hand into Clark's hair. Hot mouth on his, tongue thrusting in, and Clark never thought it would be erotic to taste *himself*, but the flavor is there and he sucks Lex's tongue with needy instinct, scraping off the vestiges with the ridges of his teeth.

Addictive.

Lex slowly pulls his mouth away, licking Clark's lips before drawing back completely. Licking his neck again, more teasing nips, and Clark's hand reaches out to surround Lex's cock through his pants. Teeth digging in convulsively on a sharp breath that flutters against his throat, and Lex pulls back, slightly wild eyed and thrusting into his hand. Clark stares back. Unashamed and feeling possessive and Lex is still wearing that t-shirt with his damned *face* on it. Completely dressed still, and that's unacceptable when Clark's quite contentedly naked save the shirt still hanging from his shoulders and the pants pooled at his feet.

Quick shrug divests the shirt, and he's glad he's wearing loafers that he can just kick off and shove away with the pants and boxers. Lex is still rubbing against him, saying nothing even when Clark's hands leave him. Simply bites his lip a bit and watches while Clark grabs the hem of the t-shirt and pulls up, Lex raising his arms to allow the removal.

Skin... so much of it, and Clark can touch now, can taste. Does it greedily, licking and sucking and trying to remember what Lex had done that had made him burn. Hands fumbling at the fastening of Lex's slacks until he finally gets them open, pulling down and away, and he runs his tongue behind Lex's knee because it's too tempting not to. There in front of him, and he thrusts his tongue into the crease a few times while tossing the pants away. Lex making a low rumbling sound that's getting Clark even more aroused from just listening to it.

Licks his way back up, taking the tip of Lex's cock into his mouth and sucking.

"Jesus, Clark... so fucking hot... born for this."

And he was. Knows it's true and revels in it. Takes in the taste. Spicy and salty and something just below it that he can't identify. Aching for this. The texture and flavor and the feeling of ownership at taking Lex this way, hearing the sounds above him and knowing *he's* the one making Lex sound like that. All that control Lex wears like armor stripped away, and Clark is owning this moment.

*Mine*

Maybe even says it aloud around Lex. Maybe hoping to make it true.

No earthly idea of what he's doing, but he thinks it must be good, because Lex is muttering under his breath and the muscles under Clark's hands shudder-flex when he strokes lightly. Can't stop moving his hands along those lean, hard legs, one hand slipping up to the ridged stomach muscles he'd wanted to touch so badly on first sight. He hears Lex make an incredibly sexy moan-gasp, hand catching on Clark's shoulder as he buckles slightly. Clark smiles internally in triumph, hands shifting back to Lex's hips, supporting and stroking.

Keeps them there and returns his focus to the heat and pressure and sweet tang of Lex in his mouth. He wishes he could remember what Lex had done beyond the fact that it had made Clark completely incoherent. Pulls back enough to focus on bathing the head of Lex's cock with his tongue, rewarded with a spray of liquid heat into his mouth, and Lex is talking again. "Just like that... *yes*, exactly... beautiful Clark. So fucking beautiful. God, that *mouth* ... Could keep you like this forever."

And Clark doesn't think that sounds like a bad idea at all just now. Moans a little and moves forward again, taking all he can but it doesn't feel like nearly enough. Alternating licks and sucking and still trying to remember what Lex had done and his mind is no help whatsoever. Its upper levels of functioning are completely gone, sending him messages like "Lex taste good. Lick more."

And Clark can do that.

What he can't seem to do is figure out what to do about his saliva. There's way too much of it, and Clark's brain is at least managing to tell him that drooling is not in any way The Sexy. Not sure if he can manage it with Lex in his mouth, but there's no way he's letting this stop even if he does end up drooling.

Tries a little distraction tactic, letting one hand slip behind to lightly trace the cleft of Lex's ass. It works, because Clark hears a gasp and he loosens his jaw a bit to try to swallow the excess saliva as Lex thrusts forward in response to his touch and...

Oh *God*.

Lex down his throat and Clark has *no* idea how that happened but it's perfect. Too fast for him to feel anything like choking, just filled and owning and Lex is making noises and it's...

"*Fuck*! Oh, God... *yes-ssss*..."

Lex is fucking his mouth just like he'd tutored Clark to do earlier and Clark swallows because that seems to be the only thing that stops the urge to cough. Doesn't want to lose this no matter what his uncooperative throat has to say about it, so he swallows and there's no excess of saliva now because it's down him. Like Lex is down him. Pushing and down and Clark is pulling with his hands and mouth and just waiting for it. One hand dropping to squeeze himself against the bolt of heat shooting from his mouth to his cock and come on, Lex. Come *on*.

Nowhere near what he'd imagined it would be like when Lex suddenly stills for the briefest instant, then shaking and rutting and *jetting* down Clark's throat. Wants to feel this forever -- weak and energized and so fucking *alive*. There's nothing else like it. Nothing even close.

He pulls away. Lex's cock falling from his mouth, moist and red, and Clark *did* that. All his.

*Mine*

Lex's pupils are blown wide, eyes nearly black when Clark looks up. Still wants more. Never get enough of this. He leans forward and kisses the head of Lex's cock, which elicits a gasp and a hand clenching in his hair, so he pulls back. Post-climax sensitivity. Oops. "Sorry." Clark whispers the apology against Lex's belly as he gets his feet below him.

"Fucking hell, Clark. Don't apologize for... shit... amazing."

Even afterwards, he still has Lex slightly incoherent, and that's... too cool for words, really. Wants to laugh but settles for a grin instead. It feels wicked to him and must look that way too, because Lex groans and tugs his hair a little to force his eyes up. "Feeling pretty good about yourself, aren't you?"

He does laugh this time, little snicker muffled by his mouth's exploration of skin and flesh. "Yes. Shouldn't I be?"

"I- *Christ*! Do that again... I'm not complaining. Now get up here."

He's coming up slowly, hands traveling along with his mouth and enjoying this... God, so much. "Patience. I'm still learning here, remember?"

"You're a -- God, you've got good hands -- tease..."

Licks and nibbles his way up to Lex's chest, sampling. "You're one to talk, hiding under those suits all the time." Splays his hands on the abdomen, tracing around the hips to the small of Lex's back, then down and cupping. "You need to wear tighter clothes."

Remembers Lex nibbling him and tries out his teeth a little. Carefully scraping across to the flat nipple.

"I have some leather at home."

Husky promise, and Clark's body is *really* enjoying that image. Lex. Leather -- tight; probably black. Can't help biting then, giving the nipple the same twisting nip his got earlier, and Lex is pushing his hips out and fisting his hand in Clark's hair and it's *good*.

"*Fuck*, Clark..."

And that's... a really inspired idea. Wants it enough to gasp from it, even though he only has the vaguest notion of what it entails. Body craving that unknown. Lex. Lex *fucking* him.

Perfect. Would have to be, based on this.

Back up to that mouth and repeating the sharing ritual. Pushing his tongue in for Lex to suck, then Lex taking control of the kiss, thrusting into his mouth and against his hip.

Lex pulls him back with that hand in his hair. Breathing hard and raspy sounding, and Clark is feeling it pulse all the way through him. "Any more invectives you want to throw at me, Clark?"

And it's easy to answer this time.

"Fuck me, Lex."

Hearing that sharply drawn breath from Lex is something he's starting to crave. The best kind of ache inside him to hear it, almost as addicting as being free to touch all that skin and muscle, and Clark's really starting to wonder how stupid he actually is. Every part of him is pounding with need for this. Had he just been ignoring it? Or denying it?

No way to think of an answer with Lex looking at him that way. Still lust burning in the blue eyes, but they're suddenly focused like they hadn't been since Clark dropped to his knees. "Have you thought about it, Clark? What that would be? Me fucking you?"

And no, he hadn't. Not before. It's the only thing he can think about now, though. Clark guesses that it might be easier to get what he needs with a lie, but he can't. Can't put one more lie in the way, and he's *not* going to think about that complication. Not *now*, damn it. "No... I, um... just sort of figured this out today. Maybe I dreamed about it and don't remember?" Lame, Clark. That was so sad and incredibly *lame*.

But Lex smiles softly at him, fingers slipping from his hair to trace his jaw, and two fingers slide into Clark's mouth. Brushing rough and quick across his tongue, gathering and retreating before Clark can do anything but watch the slick fingers pull away.

"This is what would happen..." Fingers probing in between his ass cheeks and, oh yeah, circling wet around his hole. Teasing, not even the trace of a push, but Clark knows, feels it coil in his belly. This utterly incredible *ache* to be taken. Taken by Lex.

"I'd have to loosen you up, Clark. Play around with you a bit first so you'd be ready for it. Lick all around and maybe even in."

Clark jerks back at that, but the fingers still circle outside, not *in*.

Quiet laugh, not at all mocking, just pleased. "You like that idea, don't you? Taste you and tease that hole, make it open for me. And when you're ready to beg for something you know nothing about..."

God, *yes*. One finger slipping inside. Not far. No more than a tease. Just like the words Lex is breathing hot against his ear. "I'd push in. Twist around..." and the finger is mimicking the words, driving Clark mad. "I'd feel it when you started to respond, push in a little deeper and start to stretch you."

And he can't help it. Pushes back and down against that probing finger and wants *more*. Whimpers a little with it, and Lex kisses him hot and fast. Pulling back and the words start again. "I'd get another finger inside..."

More and it's... fuck. It's everything. He knows there's more, knows this is leading to something else but all he can focus on is the twist and burn of those fingers. Inside him. Moving a little and...

Flashbulbs bursting inside his head. Blinded by a spark of sheer need when Lex crooks his fingers and presses. "Oh... oh, *fuck*..." Can't even be embarrassed at the pleading tone of the curse flying out of his mouth. Involuntary, and it's just getting him *hotter*.

"Yeah, that's it exactly. Spread you open and make you beg for it. Would you beg me, Clark? Would you want it badly enough to plead and not know why?"

"*Lex*! Yes... anything... *please*, just-"

And Lex is cursing now in a way that's got nothing to do with being turned on. Clark's not sure what the problem is, can't find words to ask, because he's aching from the loss of the fingers when they abruptly pull out of him. Wants them back. Knows now that Lex was preparing to stick his *cock* inside, replacing the fingers, and that's just...

Wow. Hot.

Coming back down to earth, and he hears what must have distracted Lex. "Um... Lex? Is your jacket beeping?"

Lex leans forward, muttering frustrated curses into Clark's bare shoulder before leaning back and kissing him. Hard at first, then gentling before he pulls away. "That's my hand-held. I had a reminder set -- meeting at the house that I can't afford to miss."

And that's about the last thing Clark wants to hear. He knows he's pouting, can't bother to worry about the juvenile nature of the behavior, because damn, unfair.

Damn. It.

Lex is handing him his shirt, and Clark pulls it on a little roughly. Careful with the fabric there, Clark. At least attempt some semblance of control and maturity here. You can sulk in the barn later.

Lex is already buttoning his own shirt, but Clark's expression must still be telling, because Lex comes back over to him and cups his face with a hand. "This is probably a good thing, Clark."

At this rate, he's going to be sulking for a month. Petulance seeping through every pore, and he reaches down to button his shirt, evading Lex's eyes. "How's that? Not seeing the good here."

Stoops down, snagging his pants and boxers, then straightens. Lex's hand closing on his wrist stops the fitful motions. Clark looks up, and Lex is smiling. Seemingly infinite patience that is probably more than Clark deserves in this little fit of pique he's having.

"You said yourself that this is all new to you, Clark. Take the next few hours and *think*. Make sure this is really what you want."

And he sags a little. Lex is always trying to give him something -- in this particular case, it's time and room to think. Clark doesn't need either. His body is screaming at him that this is *exactly* what he wants. "I'm not going to change my mind, Lex. Not in a few hours." Probably not *ever*...

That's a little mental shock that brings Clark up short. Instinctually feels it's true, but he's had an overload of new to deal with in less than an hour, so analyzing this will have to wait. Besides, saying as much might not be what Lex wants to hear, so Clark keeps that part to himself.

For now.

Lex pulls back with a smile, retrieving his slacks and pulling them on, quickly fastening them before coming back to him. "Even so, this could still be good. You just need to look at it the right way."

"What way?" And his eyes catch on the pale silk boxers still resting on the floor, just now noticing that Lex hadn't put them on when he dressed. Clark is seriously wondering if kink runs in the alien gene pool, because the idea of Lex walking around underwear-free is doing interesting things to his pulse.

"You can think about what will happen when you come over tonight."

And yeah, Clark could get into that. Definitely. He's grinning, and it barely registers when Lex pulls the cotton boxers out of his lax grip. "Um... Lex? I'm kinda gonna need those."

A brow raises, and Lex smiles slowly. Seductive and more than a little wicked. "I'll give them back to you tonight. Put your pants on, Clark."

Confusing, but he obeys the light command, careful of the zipper and... sensitive skin being brushed by fabric, scratchier than the cotton underwear and making Clark *aware*. Lex's hand reaching out and cupping him through it, rush of sensation at the coarse chafing.

"I want to think of you like this until tonight. I want you to think about it too, Clark. Think about the way the fabric feels on your skin and how much better it will be when it's gone and I'm touching you instead."

Hot again. Blood and skin alive everywhere, particularly where Lex is cupping him. God, hard *again*, and he's supposed to wait until tonight? "Damn, Lex. Are you trying to drive me nuts? Because, you know, *working*."

Lex backs away, chuckling. Quickly folds the boxers into a small, neat square and slips them into the pocket of his jacket. "Anticipation is a good thing, Clark. Trust me, it will make everything better."

Doesn't feel so great at the moment, but Clark's willing to go along for the ride. Heh... ride. Half-track mind still firmly in control here. Watches Lex cross the floor and crouch down to grab his own boxers. Stands up with a grin and tosses them at him, reflexes alone allowing Clark to catch them. "You keep those. Fair trade."

Clark isn't sure how his plain cotton can be any sort of equal to the seductive slide of silk in his hands, but he's not about to give them back until he has to. Carefully folds them up and they're into his pocket before Lex can do something completely unfair, like change his mind. Finishes buttoning his shirt as he toes his loafers on, watching as Lex fetches his jacket from the back of his desk chair. "When?"

Jacket slipped on, and Lex grabs the t-shirt from the desktop. "Any time after eight will be fine. Drop by whenever you're ready. I'll be waiting."

It's only a few hours, but Clark's body is crying out that it's an eternity. "Okay. I'll be there."

Lex is in front of him again, leaning in for a kiss that just plays lightly. Little brushes of lips. Nice. "I'll be completely honest with you, Clark. If you want to back away, you better do it now. You come over tonight, and I'll have a very hard time accepting a change of heart down the line. Once I get something I want, I don't let go until I'm ready. And with you... that may never happen."

It's so close to the confession he'd nearly made earlier that all Clark can do is blink in shock. Can't think or verbally respond before Lex is kissing him breathless and then gone.

--*--

Clark's getting himself educated at a rapid clip. Thank God for the internet and his skill for speed reading. Google.com is a horny boy's friend. He'd found several very detailed sites with graphic descriptions. And pictures.

Clark had checked the lock on his bedroom door at that point. Twice. His parents weren't even home, but there was no need to take stupid chances on getting caught. Grounded for life when he had something vitally important to do tonight was not in The Plan.

Back to the main search page now, and he's getting up the nerve to click on another video link. The first one had played for six minutes before requesting a credit card. By that point, Clark had been hot from more than just the fire engine red blush staining his cheeks. Quick squeeze before he hit the back button and reminded himself to clear the browser's history file when he finished.

Wiping the hard drive and blaming a virus might not be a bad idea.

Taking a deep breath and clicking the link. Little pop-up box loading and showing... oh, wow. Kinda getting hot again, and he runs the fabric of the pants across his cock. Not really stroking hard until the free part of the site comes to the end and he backs out of the page.

Not until he closes his eyes.

Sees Lex on him, doing those things from the clip. Kneeling behind Clark and pushing hard and fast into his ass. He sucks in his lower lip and shifts his hand. Just a light stroke. Doesn't want to waste the anticipation, because Lex was right. It's good in that hurts-bad-but-he-doesn't-want-it-to-end way.

Clark forces his eyes open and his hand away from his dick. He's ready now, but there's still twenty minutes before he can leave. Wants to open his pants and *do* it, but alone just won't cut it now. Not with where he's going to be in less than an hour and who he's going to be with. With Lex.

Can't take any more of those videos at the moment, though.

Wipes the browser's history and clears the cache for good measure. No trails left behind if there's any god in the universe who cares about the non-grounding of alien boys really anxious to get laid. Twenty minutes isn't long enough to re-format his PC, and he's never done it without Chloe's help anyway, so...

Twenty minutes. He needs a distraction.

Clark heads out to the barn on the thought of employing the telescope for its intended use. Climbs up the ladder and comes up short at the array of campaign paraphernalia laying about -- posters, more flyers, the remnants of his speech. He'd managed to forget all about it, and he stands there blinking for a second before starting to put things into a spare box. Random thoughts about how Lex had completely and thoroughly distracted him from the disappointment of losing the election. Flash of body memory -- hot and wet and hard and...

This isn't working as a distraction at all. Sex is a kick-ass method of consolation, though. Clark allows himself a chuckle -- if game shows offered an hour with Lex rather than a year's supply of car wax, Clark doubts there'd be much complaining about losing that trip to Hawaii.

He's filled one box and is shoving a poster into the second when he hears the footfalls approaching.

"Packing up campaign headquarters?"

Lana. Walking up with a smile that only a week ago he would have killed to see directed at him. "Yep. It's back to being just a barn."

"Sorry we couldn't talk more at the Talon, but it was packed."

Clark can see her excitement at the success and he's glad for her. "Nah. It looked better that way." That almost came out of his mouth as --It worked out better for me that way-- and that could have lead to a conversation he didn't want to have. Particularly with Lana.

Still, Clark can't stop the little grin at how he'd been occupied.

They're talking about the coffee house war, and Clark's taking his role as Lana's brother-figure in stride now. It had stung when she first said it, but back then Clark was still convinced that he was in love with her. Trying to be, maybe? Thought he was supposed to be? It didn't really matter anymore.

"Did you ever finish your speech?"

She sounds genuinely interested, which is nice. Comfortable. He could get used to this friendship thing with Lana. "Yeah. Not that anyone will ever hear it."

She's grinning and tilting her head a little. "I could hear it."

He's distracted, because it's suddenly occurring to him that it might be close to when he can leave for Lex's place. "Yeah? When?"

"Now."

And that's really sweet, but man... Bad timing. "Right now?" He sees her nodding and tries not to look impatient. He'd managed a subtle glance at his watch, and it's almost eight.

But... Lana is grinning and clapping and cheering. It feels good to know that she cares, and friends don't kick out supportive friends in order to go have sex.

Not that Clark's not wishing to the contrary as he picks up the notes and starts to read.

--*--

Lana had barely closed the door to her house before Clark was zipping inside and up to his room to check himself one last time before heading to Lex's place. There's a temptation to change clothes, put on something sexier, but there's not much in the closet better than what he's wearing. Flannel, cotton, more flannel, sweater, more cotton.

And then there was the thing about Lex wanting to know Clark was wearing these pants and thinking about...

Okay. So, not changing clothes. Quick trip into the bathroom to brush his teeth, not even bothering to try and tame his hair much, because that's been a lost cause for about three years now. He's already late, and he really wants to be gone before his folks get back, because he won't be able to lie about where he's going and be believed. Too tense to pull it off just now, so he speeds out of the house and into the night.

Slowing down a hundred yards from Lex's gate and walking the rest of the way. He doesn't know if Lex has security cameras or not, but it's a safe bet with all the strange stuff that's happened since he arrived in Smallville, and Clark doesn't want to get caught.

Caught.

His feet slow, then stop, and he stares up at the lights glowing from the castle. Like eyes glaring down at him, demanding that Clark take a minute to think about what exactly it is that he's doing.

He starts walking again under the accusing stare of the castle's windows, because moving always seems to help him process thoughts better. He needs to stop thinking with his hormones and really consider the situation.

There's the fact that, until today, he hadn't even realized why he reacted to Lex the way he did. It was good to finally understand, but also startling. And the possessive nature of how Clark's feeling is pointing him towards the fact that this *isn't* just about sex. Even really incredible sex shouldn't feel like an addiction, like something he can't live without. Instinct is telling him that he won't let go of Lex any easier than Lex had said he'd let go of Clark. So...

Is it... more, then?

God. He has no idea. And no one he can ask without some serious pronoun avoidance in the conversation, so Clark needs to figure this out himself. Potentially falling in love with his best friend -- that would fit perfectly with the bizarre cliché that is his life, wouldn't it? Although he remembers...

His parent's last wedding anniversary. He'd come downstairs and found them on the couch, watching the video of their wedding. Vows written themselves -- his mother's were sweet and simple -- all about trust and belief. His father's...

/ I'm marrying my best friend today. I promise that I will always protect you, always be honest with you, and always be worthy of your trust... /

Always be honest. Worthy of trust.

And Clark's really... not. Not even close, where Lex is concerned.

His feet are moving even slower, his brain flooding with images -- Lex confronting him about the car accident next to the wrecked remains of his Porsche and Clark's evasion of the facts. At the hospital, when he'd been feeling so defenseless and had snapped at Lex for no good reason other than the fact that Lex had figured out the truth. Then he flashes to Pete holding a gun on Lex, and Clark had reacted instinctively to protect his secret. The relief and massive guilt he'd felt when Lex had regained consciousness. He'd *hurt* Lex to protect his secret. No way to take it back. Nothing left but the guilt and the suspicion that he could have done things differently. *Should* have found another way, but he hadn't thought enough before reacting.

He does that too damned much, and it has to stop. He has to *think* this time.

If his instincts are right, if his feelings for Lex are more than just a hormone driven need, then he has to change things. The problem is... how does he explain in a way that won't destroy everything? He can keep lying and screw things up or he can tell the truth and ruin them that way instead.

Great. Nice little catch-22 he's got going.

His meandering thoughts and feet have brought him to the front door of the castle. Can't go inside yet. Maybe not at all. Lex had said no way out after this.

Maybe leaving is the only way out he has left. Keep Lex's friendship and keep the secret and keep the status quo. Keep on lying.

And lose the potential. Lose what he thinks he needs most. Lose everything.

He sits down on the lip of the fountain; propping elbows on knees and letting his head drop into his palms. Think, Clark. *Think*

Doesn't know how long he's been sitting there when a hand lands on his shoulder, jerking him back to awareness. "Clark?"

Snaps his head up, and Lex is crouching in front of him. Face cast in shadows and moonlight, but the quiet, calm concern is obvious. "Lex... I..."

"Are you all right?"

No, he's not. He's confused and his introspection has lead exactly nowhere. Just more guilt and the sinking feeling that he's lost something that he'd never really had in the first place. Not all the way. Not the way he wants. "I'm..."

Lex reaches toward him, hand stopping a breath away from his cheek before dropping. Clark can see Lex's jaw clenching, the sudden tension in the tendons catching the moonlight. "It's okay, Clark. You can change your mind."

"No. I just..." Something that might be relief flickers across Lex's face, but the shadows obscure too much of him for Clark to be sure. "I was thinking, that's all."

Lex straightens, reaching down and taking Clark's hand. "Come inside."

And he wants to go. Wants to react and feel and *not* think anymore. But... "Lex, I'm-"

Lex drops his hand but doesn't move away. "I'm not forcing any decisions on you, Clark. We can talk or whatever you need to do to feel right about this. And if you can't... then you leave."

Yeah, he could leave, but then what? Cool silences? Pretending it never happened? Clark couldn't take that.

So, he nods. Stands up and follows when Lex leads the way into the castle. Sitting outside alone hadn't resolved anything, and he can't walk away from this, even if he should.

He has to try.

Clark stares at the floor as he follows Lex through the house and into the study. He stops next to the couch and continues contemplating his shoes while he listens to Lex's footfalls cross further into the room, then the clink of a glass decanter and pouring.

Great job, Clark. You've driven Lex to drink in order to deal with you.

Clark's feeling fidgety as he always does when he's uncomfortable, so he toes off his shoes and kicks them aside. He can feel some of the heat of his full-body blush flooding out through the soles of his feet. A tiny bit of relief.

There's a second set of feet in his field of vision. Lex managing to surprise him without even trying, but Clark can only focus on one thing -- toes of black boots that he follows up with his eyes, and

Black leather -- so skin-tight that they had to have been sewn around Lex's legs or something. Eyes caught and Clark can't think anymore. Can't do anything but trail his gaze up and up.

They fit perfectly everywhere.

God... how did Lex get those *on*? Up the thighs and around his hips and not a single wrinkle in the buffed hide anywhere except...

Small creases between thigh and groin; fly held together with some kind of lacing. Clark is staring and afraid that he's losing his mind because this is more than he can take.

He knows what's underneath. Wants it. Needs it.

"Clark?"

Snaps out of the semi-delirious state and sees Lex looking a question at him. "Umm... yeah?"

Little smile, and Lex takes his hand, closing Clark's fingers around a glass. "Drink this. It'll help you relax."

Clark takes a quick glance down and finds a brandy snifter in his hand. "Lex, I don't drink." He's pretty proud of the fact that he's managing complete sentences, because Lex is in leather pants and Clark's body is in no way unaware of that fact.

Lex cocks his head slightly, then shrugs. "Okay. If you don't want it, I'll drink it."

Clark numbly hands the glass back over and watches Lex raise it to his mouth. Lips curling slightly around the rim, and he tilts his head back to take a sip. Clark's eyes drift from the lips down to Lex's throat, watching the skin undulate as Lex swallows the liquor. Notices something the leather had distracted him from before.

Lex is wearing his campaign t-shirt again.

Knowledge and the visual and memories shoot a bolt of sensation directly to his cock. Biting back a moan, Clark raises his eyes to Lex's face as the glass lowers. Half the contents gone, and Lex's tongue darts out to lick a drop caught on his lips.

No amount of good intentions to think first can withstand a battering like this, and Clark lets them drift. "So, Clark, you needed to talk."

And no, he doesn't want to talk anymore. No thinking either. Just wants to *feel*. Clark can't manage to form the words to say that, so he takes the glass from Lex's hand and sets it on the coffee table. Turns back, and Lex is looking at him expectantly.

Needs this.

Clark closes the small gap between them and just takes Lex's mouth. Pushes his tongue inside, swallowing Lex's gasp of surprise that drops in tenor to a moan as he clenches his hands down on Clark's ass. Tasting the brandy on Lex that he'd refused to sample directly, relishing the flavor of heat and sweet smoke. Pulled tight against that leather-coated skin, and Clark abrades himself ruthlessly on it, hands slipping from Lex's head and down to his hips to hold on.

Taken for a ride.

Clark grabs the hem of the t-shirt and pulls up, hating to break the kiss but needing to so he can get to that skin. Almost shaking at the sight of it, and he leans down to lick and suck and bite almost frantically. Seeing the places he'd traced earlier, still marked, and tastes each one of them. Searching for the flavor of himself imprinted on Lex's skin and refreshing it, adding to it.

"God. Clark... talking?"

Shakes his head. "No," muffled against the skin of Lex's shoulder. Wants new territory to claim, so he shifts around behind Lex and licks a trail down his spine.

"You're -- ah, Christ -- sure?"

Clark's kneeling now, and the leather is as tight on Lex's ass as it is everywhere else. Traces it with his hands, then pressing his face there and inhaling. Tanning chemicals and heat and Lex under it all invading his senses. Driving him wild, and this could easily become an obsession. "Leather, Lex. God... *leather*."

Gasp from above when he opens his mouth and bites, catching a bit of flesh with the fabric. "Jesus... If I'd had any idea... would have worn these the first time you delivered produce."

Clark moans a little, planting his feet and raising slowly. Making sure to brush every inch possible as he slides up Lex's back. When he's finally standing, Clark runs his hands to Lex's hips, one sliding forward and cupping in front. Lex moves into his grip and Clark leans down to clamp his teeth on the ridge of a shoulder blade as he thrusts forward from behind. "Need to feel you, Lex. All of you."

Lex makes a rumbling sound low in his chest, turns around and pulls Clark's head down and just *takes* his mouth. Heat and wet and Clark can feel himself leaking against the fabric of his pants. Arousal reminding him abruptly that he's not wearing boxers and Lex sure as hell cannot be wearing anything under those skin-tight pants, and that's just incredibly fucking *hot*.

Lex has his shirt unbuttoned and is pushing impatiently at his arms. Clark forcibly drags his hands away from the leather and drops the red cotton to the floor. Lex is still driving his tongue into Clark's mouth in simulation and has hands between them, roughly working the fastening of Clark's slacks. Pushed down and, God yes, Lex's hand on him. Head flying back to pull desperately at the air.

Anticipation realized. Lex had been right about it. Hours of scratchy fabric all worth it now, having this back. "Lex... oh, God, *Lex*..."

"Did you think about this, Clark?"

"Yes..."

One sharp stroke that takes Clark's breath, then stilling again. "Tell me what you want."

He can't think. Can't process images into words, just needs everything. Contact. He tries to move forward that step separating them and his pants get in the way so he kicks at them until they're off his feet and gone. Grasping at Lex's hips and pulling forward, Lex's hand slipping away when he does, and Clark's pressed full length against the hot, smooth leather of Lex's pants. Grinds his cock against it and moans deep in his throat, hands slipping back and cupping Lex's ass so he can pull even closer and just rub against that tight hide and Lex's hard flesh beneath it.

"Tell me, Clark. Do you want to fuck me?"

Burn of instant imagery inside his head. Fantasized video clip flooding back, only he's seeing himself pushing into Lex this time. Hadn't even considered that before, Lex inside him being at the forefront of his mind after the office, but this...

Yeah. Wants it. Aching to be inside Lex.

Little bit of hesitation that despite his crash course in sex, he's really got no idea what he needs to do to make it work. "I... yes, but-"

Finger against his lips to shush him. "Good. I want that Clark. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for it."

"You imagined me...?" That's really... wow. Unbelievable that Lex would-

"Yes. I'll show you. Just tell me. Tell me everything."

Burning flash of cold in his mind when the first answer that occurs to him is--

/ I can't tell you everything. /

Conditioned response. Everything he'd been thinking about while that fountain splashed behind him -- little flecks of water falling like acid on his shirt and soaking through to burn his skin with shame -- all forgotten. His first impulse to evade, to lie, even now. Even in this.

Hands falling away to clench helplessly at his sides, and Lex's brow furrows with concern. "Clark? Did I say something wrong?"

/ I'll be completely honest with you, Clark. /

No. Lex isn't the one who's wrong here. Clark cannot do this. He simply can't. "Lex... I've been lying to you."

The frown disappears. Lex's face goes scarily expressionless as he replies, "I know."

And that's... terrifying. He knew? But... "Then I don't... this..." Clark curses his verbal center for going on vacation at the worst possible time.

"What did you think I was asking you, Clark?"

So cold. Voice like shaved ice breaking over his skin. But there's something... damn it! Why won't his brain work? He's just standing there trying to speak and Lex is drawing back inside himself more every second. Doesn't make sense, unless... Oh, God... "No! Lex, I didn't think you were... shit. This is my fault."

The ice melts a little, but Lex is still standing stiffly. Defensive lines drawn in thickening patterns over his body. "I'm not trying to seduce your secrets out of you, Clark."

"Lex, I know that. But... I should tell you. You should know before..."

The tension dissolves totally, and Lex is shaking his head. "No, Clark. Not now."

He has to be hearing things. "I don't understand. I thought-"

"Yes, I want to know what you've been hiding. I want to know everything about you, but I want you enough to wait until you're ready to tell me."

It's just... too much. His knees give a little, and Lex guides him over to the sofa to sit. "It seems wrong not to tell you."

Lex lightly rakes a hand over his head and smiles on a sigh. "That's not the point. You should tell me when it feels right, not when you think you have to."

"I want to tell you, Lex. I really do. It's just..." habit and irrational fear and a lot of other things he's choking on.

"Clark, I can wait. I can't promise you that I won't be impatient or that I won't push, but I can promise to try."

And Clark can try, too. "Okay."

Lex's smile changes a bit, and he shifts closer on the sofa. Clark hears the faint creak of leather stretching with the movement, and the sound is calling to his hands. Strokes lightly up a black encased thigh and shudders a bit at the renewed arousal. Lex's lips are teasing his chest, tongue flicking out and bringing everything back to that blinding, hot focus.

Lex slides down off the couch onto the floor, reaching behind his back and pulling a little drawer out of the coffee table. Clark loses sight of that and everything else when Lex leans forward and licks around his balls. Bright flares of light behind his eyes when he feels the lips open slightly and a soft sucking pressure being applied. "*God*..."

Little hum of laughter against his sac that has Clark pistoning his hips upward. Full-body shiver when a line is licked slowly up his shaft. Feels the tormenting brush of breath on the head, but none of the wet heat and looks down.

That must have been what Lex was waiting for, because smoldering eyes lock on his and the tongue slips out and runs a hot circle around the tip of his cock. Clark cries out something but has no idea what it is -- a prayer, a curse, a plea.

All of them sound like Lex's name.

He can feel the slick of pre-come being smoothed around and licked off before the mouth retreats. Clark doesn't have time to worry about the loss, because Lex is suddenly straddling his knees. Leaning down for a hot, hard kiss before he draws back. "You're ready for me. So hard..."

Lex's voice is as hot and hard as his kiss had been, matching the heat of where his knees clutch at Clark's thighs. Hot leather sliding against the sweat breaking out all over his body, and Clark arches, manages to brush his cock against it. "Please... need..."

"It's okay. I've got you." And he hears the foil rip, feels the cool slide of latex down his dick and thrusts up into it, contrast with the heat of his flesh within and Lex's hand without a divine torture.

Lex is shifting forward in his lap, starting a slow grind and whispering hot in his ear. "Tell me how you want me, Clark. On my knees? Standing up?"

Clark can't answer with more than the whimper of need that rips out of his throat. No words to describe how much he needs this. Gripping Lex's hips and hoping to God he's not bruising or breaking everything. No control whatsoever as he pushes up again and again. Feeling the abrasion of his cock against that leather even through the latex. Feeling Lex hard underneath.

"Anything, Clark. Give you everything. Just say it."

He's falling into nothing and liking it. Needing it. No boundaries and no control and just surrendering to the sensation. Three more hard thrusts up and he's coming hard and fast. Pulsing against Lex with a force that feels like his spine has liquefied.

Drops back to earth with the feel of Lex's breath on his neck. Reality returning in drips and drabs, fragments realigning themselves as Lex leans back and meets his eyes, light inside burning away the gray until there's nothing but blue fire left behind. "*God*, Clark."

"I suppose I should apologize..."

Clark's breathing is still irregular as his pulse gradually slows, and his lack of remorse must have been broadcast on his face, because Lex is chuckling at him. "Not if that's what you wanted, and from that look on your face, I'm guessing that it is."

"Christ, Lex... your voice... those *pants*." Lex's eyes flare, and he shifts in Clark's lap. Still hard under the leather, and Clark reaches out to stroke. "But you wanted..."

Lex pressing against his hand like a promise. "Yeah... wanted you to fuck me. Don't worry. We'll get to that."

Clark sees the images in his mind and quakes a little at the intensity. "Okay... so... can I be selfish a little longer?"

His hand starts undoing the laces, needs to feel Lex's cock in his hand, on his tongue, in his ass... God, anywhere. It seems to take decades, but Clark finally gets the lacings loose enough that he can slip a hand inside and close around the hot, hard length.

Lex throws his head back, then brings it back down, crushing his mouth to Clark's. Twisting his tongue around inside, tracing teeth and palate and just everywhere, like he's getting ready to create a geographic map of Clark's mouth and needs to study every inch. Kissing Clark breathless and he feels needy again when Lex retreats. "*Fuck*... so fucking perfect. That mouth..."

It no effort at all to form the words. "Fuck me, Lex. *Please*. I need it."

And it's a bitter kind of shock when Lex stands up. Clark doesn't know how to react, sits there mute as Lex pulls the condom off him and knots it, dropping it into the trash can at the end of the couch. Hand held out to him and a slow smile on Lex's lips. "Come with me."

There's not even the thought of questions or the embarrassment of walking naked through the house or anything other than complete acquiescence. Vague details registering in Clark's peripheral senses of walking down a hall and up some stairs before entering a room.

He's certain there's a lot of interesting things to see, but Clark's entire focus is on the large four poster bed.

Lex drops his hand and moves to sit on the edge of the mattress. Bending over to unzip one boot and remove it. The second one is unzipped before Clark thinks to move, walking over and kneeling down and grabbing the heel. "Let me."

Pulls the boot off and the socks are gone soon after. Hands gliding up the length of legs under the leather, and Lex is standing, eyes locking on Clark's as he loosens the remaining lacing at the fly. Sliding the pants down off his hips more easily than Clark was expecting, no shimmying like he has to do with that one pair of jeans that shrank when his dad washed them in hot. Almost an effortless push to get them to his knees before Lex sits and straightens his legs.

Clark pulls them the rest of the way off -- lining; got it -- and drops them on the floor. Climbs up on the bed and settles next to Lex, lying back and welcoming the heat when Lex covers him. The slow, tender kiss is unexpected but he relishes it -- lazy exploration completely at odds with the urgency of before. When Lex pulls back, there's a look on his face that Clark has never seen before.

He thinks it's contentment.

Barely time to process the jolt of it before Lex is moving off him. Clark follows when Lex moves closer to the headboard, pulling a pillow out from under the spread and handing it to him. "Lay on your stomach with this under your hips."

Clark's barely had time to position himself when Lex is behind him, smoothing a hand slowly down his back and then feathering hot kisses there. Tongue flicking out and tracing a line down this cleft. Clark's cock jumps at that, and he presses down into the pillow with a little thrust.

Feels hands pressing his knees outward and shifts in response to the unspoken command. Spread open and waiting, and he hears the sound of another wrapper tearing open.

It's a hot shock straight to the core when Clark feels the first brush of Lex's tongue at his hole. He knows he's muttering incoherent babble but can't stop himself, helpless to the press and twist of it, hot and rough and wet. It's intimate and dirty and better than he could have ever imagined. Nothing to prepare him for the circle and little thrust against that opening. Feels himself quiver uncontrollably when the tongue dips *inside*. "Oh, *fuck*."

Thrusting against the too malleable pillow with its too soft cover and it's not enough to release the tension. Just twisting tighter inside him as Lex pushes down until his lips graze Clark's ass and the tongue is all the way in now. Backing out and thrusting in again, impaling him over and over, and Clark's simply losing his mind from this. "Lex... please... can't..."

Lex pulls back, and it's a combined loss and a relief that Clark's managed to cling to a sliver of sanity through that. He feels nothing but heat and tingles all over his skin, nerve endings on fire when Lex spreads over him, hard cock nestling against his ass in a tease while Lex whispers in his ear. "You're so open for me already. So beautiful. Are you ready, Clark? Tell me..."

No answer but one. "Inside me. *Now*."

A shift back, a slicking sound hazily perceived and no time to prepare before Lex is pressing his cock to Clark's opening and sliding *in*. Down and down and Clark thinks he really will lose his mind now. Brain registering nothing but an aching pleasure and need for more as Lex drives into his ass slowly. Deliberate and hot and he's filled in a way that the tease of those fingers and tongue couldn't compare to at all.

Feels it when Lex pulls back and begins to thrust, tries to match the rhythm with his own hips. Driven. Compelled to get as much as he can, and there's a fire that explodes in his head when he times it right. Makes him lose the tempo, but Lex is controlling it now and hitting that spot over and over, driving him crazy. Invaded and pushing back and thrusting down into the tormenting pillow. Thinks he's either said something when he didn't realize he still had the capacity for actual speech or Lex is a mind reader, because a slick hand slips under him to clench around his cock.

Two strokes and Clark falls over the edge again, pulsing hot over that hand and just thrusting through it. Barely off the insanity of the shock wave when Lex cries his name and shudders hot inside him and collapses across his back.

Movement returns as slowly as brain function. Eventually, Lex pulls out and they end up curled around a pile of pillows. Laying on their sides facing each other and silent for a while, just idly stroking and kissing.

Clark didn't get to enjoy the post-orgasm lassitude earlier, so this is... nice. Beyond nice. Perfect.

Lex idly traces a finger across Clark's lips, and he playfully bites at it, then licks an apology. "When do you have to go?"

He wants to say never, but realism prompts a look at the clock. "I left a note. I have a few hours."

Lex nods, hand dropping to trace Clark's chest in random patterns before placing a palm flat over his heart.

It's time.

"Lex, I want to tell you now."

Eyes fly up to meet his, wide and curious but still cautious. "Clark, it's-"

"It feels right, Lex. Now."

A slow nod. "Okay."

And Clark is nervous, but he knows somehow that this is right. He can feel it. Everything will be okay.

Lex said so, and that's all Clark needs to trust. To believe.

-- The End --

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