~ TheThere Series~

The There series was the first thing I wrote in any fandom, and was definitely a learning experience. I have not re-written this series, but left it as an example of my earliest writing. In this series, there are two versions of each fic - one written in Lex's point of view and one written in Clark's point of view. I hope you enjoy reading them!

Thanks so much for taking the time to visit this site and read my work.

~ Cover By Goss ~

 

~ Chapter III: Lying There ~

 

 

Series: There

Pairing: Clark/Lex

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None

Summary: Clark's POV. Companion piece to There's No Hurry.

Author Notes: Profuse thanks to the Three Betateers - Kel (just so you never forget - tonight is the night it worked), Kathryn (Save The Lex) & La Casta (shudder not shutter). Thanks also to Riff - for reminding me that I do indeed have a pair - even if they're tucked away most of the time. And finally, thank God for the floor show.

Archiving: Lexslash, SSA

Disclaimer: They're mine. Psych! Gotcha though, didn't I?

Feedback: Beat me, bruise me, make me bleed - your feedback is what I need.


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Thick, muggy air of the parking garage replaced by the stale, old air of the elevator in his mouth. Clark's leaning back against the metal wall, arms crossed, one leg jutted out for balance and Lex's eyes are running up his leg, stopping at his thigh.

"So we're staying in tonight, right Lex?"

"If that's what you want."

He wants. He's been wanting all afternoon.

"That's what I want."

It's not that he doesn't want to go out with Lex, meet his old friends, lose himself in some crowd with Lex being the only familiar thing around him - that all sounds great.. After all, it's Metropolis at night. It's a little intimidating - but more than a little exciting.

"You know, we are going to have to go out eventually, Clark."

"We can go out tomorrow night, Lex. Tonight I want to be in. With you."

// Or in you, but whatever. //

"Okay. But I'm warning you. Tomorrow night we hit the streets. And you`re wearing something other than flannel."

Why is everyone always making fun of his flannel? It's not like he wears it everyday. Just - most days.

"Very funny. I'm not wearing flannel today."

"It's summer Clark. If you were wearing flannel today, I'd have your head examined."

"Which one?"

It's a cheap joke but Lex gives him a laugh anyway, bumps his shoulder into Clark.

"Filthy mind."

A couple floors' worth of silence. Not awkward really, just a pause because - well, because they can just be silent together.

His arm touching Lex`s, hand grazing Lex`s thigh. Wonderful having someone always so close by. Like being at home wherever you go.

The elevator doors open into the penthouse and he breathes deeply. There are always new smells in the city. This time it's - honeysuckle? Must be some cleanser the maid used or something.

Lex throws the keys on the table by the door - like he always does. Like it's a habit he doesn't even think about anymore; but that's not possible. Clark's pretty sure Lex thinks about every single thing he does. Well, this habit is just as endearing as the way he untucks his shirts - and it's another tiny thing he knows about Lex that probably no one else does, so it's wonderful.

Clark peels off his light jacket - the city was windy tonight - and hangs it on a chair, kicks off his shoes and scoots them under it. He meets Lex in front of the couch.

"It's been a good day Lex." Really good. Really, really good.

"It has. But it could've been better."

"No. I had a really good time." That's what his mom calls a little white lie. Harmless, helpful even.

"Liar."

"I was with you, Lex. I had a good time."

"My father-"

"Don't worry about it Lex. He's still pissed about the buyout attempt. We shouldn't have gone to see him."

That whole thing was his fault. Stupid to suggest going there. Stupid to even think they could one-up Lionel Luthor. Like some high school kid could take on that man.

"Nothing about that situation could possibly be your fault, Clark."

He starts to say something about the fact that it was his idea to go to LuthorCorp in the first place but Lex stops his mouth with a kiss.

Okay, Lex clearly doesn't want to talk about this. Every time he's mentioned Lionel all day long, Lex has gotten tense and changed the subject. So Clark'll just have to save him the trouble this time.

"So what do you want to do tomorrow Lex?"

"I thought maybe the science museum. Don't look at me like that Clark. It's really very interesting - and they have an exhibit on the meteor shower."

Meteor Shower exhibit. That's just death in a glass box. Highlighted with track lighting. It's not an option. Not even close to being an option. Shit. Um, okay, come on, think think think. Shit. Chloe would know what to do. Why is she never around when you need her - her and her shrewd little mind? Chloe! That's it!

"Like I haven't heard enough about that in the last 13 years. You know, we should really go see Chloe while we`re here."

"You can go to the Daily Planet and visit her there."

Wait. Alone?

" I can go? What about you - aren't you coming too?"

"I don't go to the Planet, Clark. I have enough of their hounds tailing me that if I want something from them, I can just turn around and ask. One of them will hear me."

Well, at least Lex isn't talking about museums and meteors anymore. Wonder if he's the only one who can distract Lex so easily like that. Still, he doesn't want to go alone.

"But this is Chloe. And she'd really like to see you. Just think, the Lex Luthor, visiting a lowly intern at the Planet. She'd eat it up."

She really would. And she'd probably ask for an interview again. She's probably worse than ever now that she's interning with real investigative reporters. What was it she said *"These are my kind of people, Clark. And I have to beat every one of them at their own game."*

"Alright Clark, I'll go. But no interviews. And - let`s go on Monday. Give me time to prepare."

He's barely conscious of his hands reaching up to just touch Lex's chest. Prepare for Chloe? For an interview?

"Because deep down you know you want her to interview you?"

"No. Because Chloe`s a little - abrasive - and I seriously doubt the Planet`s pseudo-drill sergeants have beaten that out of her. If anything, they`ve made it worse by now. Do you know what she`s going to do when she see us together?"

Oh God. She'll know. She probably already knows.

"She'll know right away, huh?"

"She will, and she'll have questions for us."

"I know."

Clark hooks a finger into Lex's belt loop, pulling him closer, close enough for him to lean down and kiss the V of skin at Lex's open collar. He takes a deep breath between kisses. God, Lex always smells good - like coconut and vanilla and something fresh (but not cut-grass fresh, more like morning-air fresh) - even after a whole day in the city.

"You'll have to tell her that it`s not up for discussion."

Kissing Lex's collarbone, over to the bend in his shoulder. It's harder to distract Lex this time, and it's not really working - not really - and he wants Lex to just be quiet now.

His words sound muffled against Lex's neck.

"I can do that. I`ll point out that if it was her with me, she wouldn`t want me telling you all the details."

"Right, Clark. Just be ready."

Clark's already ready already - and apparently Lex is too - thank goodness. A quick move and they're on the couch, Lex's hands tugging his shirt over his head, Clark's hands busy with Lex's shirt buttons.

He can't push the thought of Chloe milling around a real newspaper office from his head. She's walking fast - like she knows where she's going, pencil behind her ear and eyes completely intent on some piece of paper. Over her shoulder he can just see the corner of the Wall of Weird. But that's not right - can't be right - because she *couldn't* have an entire wall at the Planet - not yet. But maybe something smaller.

"I wonder if she has a tack-board of Weird at the planet yet."

And how can he be thinking about Chloe, about the stupid Wall of Weird when Lex's hands are unzipping his jeans, tugging them down. He needs bigger jeans - these are too hard to get off fast.

"Can we stop talking about Chloe now, Clark? Please?"

No arguments here, Lex.

"Uh-huh."

It's like, not even a minute, and they're down to their boxers. Well, boxers and boxer-briefs. He thinks maybe someday he'll time them - see if they can set a record for the fastest mutual striptease.

"We're getting pretty good at that, huh?"

Lex just smiles and pushes him back on the couch. The couch where this all started. Where they started. Legs a tangled pile punctuated by feet. Hips to hips, the not-moving unbearable.

And he hesitates because - well, because it's just overwhelming to think about the fact that last night he hadn't ever been with anyone and now he's lying there, chest to chest with Lex like they've always been together. Like this is a normal, daily thing.

This need has been tugging at him all day, making him wish they weren't in a city with a thousand things to see. And now that they're inside, alone, cut off from the distractions, it's just too much to resist. He runs his hands over Lex's back, then settles them on his arms, gripping, careful not to hold on too tight. He's moving his hips, rubbing against Lex, trying to just take the edge off without looking desperate.

Lex is kissing him, licking, wetting his shoulder, his collarbone, the hollow at the base of his throat, his chin, his mouth. The heat there, the wet, is all he's been thinking about all day. Okay, not all he's been thinking of but - God - a lot of it. And this - making out with Lex - turns the need into a pool of satisfaction and he can't get in deep enough, fast enough.

He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to grasp some control. And maybe talking would help, but the only words he can come up with are "fuck" and "God" and "yes". He wants Lex to say something so he can stop thinking and just feel this.

"Clark? Look at me, Clark."

That's not exactly what he had in mind, but just Lex's voice could do it now - Lex could say the fucking Pledge of Allegiance and he would probably come.

Blue eyes locking on his and now he really can't stop the moans and rubbing. Couldn't if he wanted to.

"You doing okay?"

He's going to come soon - too soon and too out of control to stop it - he's going to ruin this. But - God - if he doesn't come it's going to kill him.

"Yeah just - God - just been - wanting this all day. And I don't think I can wait. Not - fuck - not long anyway."

"What do you want Clark?"

Clark closes his eyes. Everything. He wants everything. But for now, this.

"This - just. This."

"You don't want my mouth?"

// Oh God. //

And just like that, he's coming on his chest, splattering Lex's too. It's such a huge - relief is the only word he can think of - that he doesn't even mind when Lex laughs just a little. And then he does mind. He minds that he just came - just took from Lex. Couldn't even wait until Lex had done anything.

"Sorry. I-"

Lex's mouth covers his, catching the words in a kiss he can feel in his knees.

"It's fine, Clark. Really. We kind of skipped the making-out-in-the-parked-car stage, didn't we? Maybe we should go back to that more often."

"Really? You'd like that?"

"Sure. And I have plenty of parked cars to choose from."

Too good to be true. And on top that, Lex is running his hand over their chests, almost playing with Clark's misspent youth. Jesus.

"God."

He wants Lex on his back - but how can he... move him? No really good way to do this, so he just pushes Lex up, scoots out from under him, nudges his shoulder a little.

"Turn over Lex."

Lex doesn't argue and that's a good thing. Because he's thinking about what he could do to Lex, and he doesn't want Lex to interrupt him. Lex turns over, looking up at him as he lays down on top of Lex. And Lex is staring at his mouth again.

Clark's always catching Lex staring at his mouth, especially when it's moving - eating, talking - smiling. And Lex will mimic whatever his mouth's doing. Lex's lips will part just a little when he takes a bite of something, or he'll lick his lips when Clark licks his, like today. And it's the perfect way to start this - to use this little bit of courage he's found.

"You want my mouth." Clark's telling him. God, he's telling Lex something. Not asking, not offering. Telling.

"I do, do I?"

"You always do, Lex. I see you watching it. Licking your lips whenever I lick mine. You did that three times already today."

"Did I?"

"Uh-huh."

He caught Lex off-guard? He was sure Lex knew he'd been doing that - licking his lips to make Clark crazy - all day long. But now Lex's face is just a little red and it's so endearing. Endearing and Lex with his guard down is just hot.

Enough talk. He wants to taste Lex, fill his mouth with the flavor he can't get enough of. Everything he ate today had some undertone of Lex in it - like he was looking that taste and it was everywhere. He scoots down Lex's body, licks his lips. Doesn't quite know how to start this - so he just takes Lex in his mouth.

"Oh God, Clark. I do. I love that mouth."

A slip of his tongue on the tip, down the vein. He loved it when Lex did that to him.

"I could live in it. I could kiss it - fuck it - all day. Oh fuck."

He needs a rhythm and doesn`t think - just finds one, deep and deep and shallow.

"I could just watch you - your mouth. Moving, talking, eating."

And Lex talking to him while he does this is just making him want to do it more. Better. All the time. Hard to even move, to pull Lex even almost out of his mouth. Every upstroke is short, fast. Every downstroke long, slow.

"Sucking. Every - God - every time you open it I want in. I want - fuck - I want it around me, I want it warm and wet and - Jesus - deep."

And he takes Lex - deep - hoping that's what he meant.

Lips aching just a little from the pressure against them, aching to be licked and kissed.

But anything that makes Lex moan like this, arch his body, shudder - has to be worth the effort.

"Fuck, Clark. Suck me. Jesus. I want you to-"

Before he can say the next word, Clark's sucking - hard. He knows Lex is getting closer with every stroke of his mouth. He wants to watch this, watch him making Lex feel like this, but he doesn't dare stop now. Lex is so close, so close. There.

This taste is what he's been craving - this belongs only to Lex.


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Cleaned up, curled up, back on the couch, he's looking up at Lex now that he can. His head is on a pillow on Lex's lap - a position he would never have expected to be in. Ever. And he'd move the pillow but with his head that close to Lex`s cock, it`s probably best to keep that sort of barrier there, even if it is just cotton and fabric.

Both of them are shirtless, Clark in his boxers, Lex back in his pants and even this much skin is making him a little crazy again. Even after their make-out session, even after the time apart while Clark washed up, he knows he could be ready again in a matter of seconds. Lex is just that tempting. He oozes sex. Hell, even the couch is sexy now.

He just watches as Lex takes a deep breath - watches his face as Lex catches his scent. He'd put on some of Lex's cologne when he washed up. It was like a rule with him now, no washing Lex off unless you put his scent back on you right after. He knew Lex would notice - knew he wouldn`t mind.

"Clark are you wearing Drakkar?"

"Yeah - I saw it on your dresser when I went to change. I know how much you like it - you don`t mind, do you Lex?"

Lex lays his head back on the couch and Clark can only see the bottom of Lex's chin now, but he knows Lex's eyes are closed. God, another mannerism that only he knows about.

"Jesus, Clark. You're trying to kill me."

Kill him? Heh. He can't help but think about Pete, grinning from ear to ear after French class, telling him that in French, the word for orgasm translates to "little death." Someone brought one of those dirty translation books to class and Pete had looked up several words.

"Well, the French do call orgasms the `little death.'"

"So you are trying to kill me, Clark?"

"In a way. Technically though, we've both already died twice today."

Lex raises his head and looks back down at him, and he grins up at Lex.

"So we have."

He's comfortable here; Lex's arm across his chest, fingers tracing designs on his stomach. Low on his stomach. Too low for him not to feel it everywhere.

"You keep that up and you really are going to need a coffin, Lex."

"I'm sure I can find one somewhere in Metropolis."

Lex slides his hand slowly up Clark's chest, over his cheek, through his hair. Oh God, that's nice. Not like when-mom-does-it-nice, but nice in a different way.

"Oh God, that feels good. Mom always rubs my head when I have a headache, but it doesn't feel like that."

"Well, I'm not your mother, Clark."

"Thank God."

Martha's touch was softer, more like petting than this. More soothing than - well, touching. And this would probably do nothing for an x-ray vision headache, but Martha's touch was pure salve for those.

Lex pulls his hand out of Clark's hair, leans down, kisses him way too platonically on the forehead and gives him a little push up.

"Want something to drink Clark?"

"Water'd be great." He sits up, rubs his eyes. God, what time is it anyway? Early still. But it's been a really long day.

"One water, coming up."

When Lex is in the kitchen Clark stands up and stretches, then sags back down onto the couch, yawning wide behind a hand. It's so amazing to be in the city with Lex. And since Lex pretty much grew up in Metropolis, he knows where everything is. It's not what he thought though. He thought Lex would seem at home here, like he belonged here. But he doesn't. He's much more himself when he's at the mansion. He's too - jaded isn't quite the word he`s looking for but it`ll do - jaded here.

The trip to LuthorCorp was a disaster. Lionel wasn't shocked, wasn't even slightly surprised about him and Lex. Not like his parents are going to be. He hadn't let himself think too much about telling them. How? When? With Lex there or without? Questions he didn't want to have to come up with answers to. Questions they'd have to think about if this was going to be a real relationship. And he knows his dad will be angry. Angry doesn't even begin to describe it really. Furious is closer but still an understatement. His mom will probably be supportive, even if she doesn't approve. He could always play the "not from this planet" card and see if that would help. Who knows what "normal" sex was where he was from.

He shakes his head. Still can't think about that without it sounding insane. Almost a year since he found out he's an alien and it's still just a vague concept that he doesn't really want to accept. Really, Lex deserves to know. Should know. Because it's just wrong for them to be close like this and him not know.

Close like this? Yeah. Closer to each other than anyone else - a thought that makes him close his eyes and smile. He holds it in his head, just thinking it over and over. But Lex will be back in just a minute and he doesn't want to be sitting there with his eyes closed like a goofball, so he opens them, sighs and picks up the remote.

Clark's sitting - leaning forward - on the couch, flipping channels when Lex walks back in the room.

Cartoons? God, he wishes Lex was a little less - mature - because this is Dexter's Laboratory and he knows Lex would love this if he could just let himself watch it and give it a chance. But he's Lex, so Clark just flips the channel, goes to TLC to see if Trading Spaces is on. Damn - it's A Baby Story. Kids are cute, but not when they're first born.

Handing a water to Clark, Lex motions at the TV with his blue bottle. "What's this, Clark?"

"Oh - this is TLC. I was just checking to see if Trading Spaces is on. But this is A Baby Story."

A woman, panting. People counting one to ten over and over. A loud, pain-filled moan.

//Yikes.//

"Um Clark?"

"I'm right there with you, Lex."

He changes the channel again. Some monkeys are sitting in trees, wide-eyed and munching on leaves. Well, that's safe at least.

"There's nothing on."

"Well, it couldn't hurt to check the NASDAQ, Clark."

"No, Lex. No working. You promised."

"This isn't work Clark, it's money. CNN - channel 40. Just for a minute, okay?"

"Yeah okay. But if your stocks fell, don't take it out on me."

Clark changes to channel 40 and Wolf Blitzer is on. Great - just his luck. He tries to ignore the voice, but it's not working.

"Want me to mute it?"

Lex nods at Clark but keeps staring at the screen - smiling - at a rise in some stock no doubt.

Clark's stomach growls and he covers it with a hand. God that's embarrassing. But he really is hungry and Lex doesn't seem to notice. Then again, Lex might happen to notice if they hadn't eaten in like - three days or something. The bite they'd had for lunch hadn't even filled Clark then and that was hours ago.

"Are you hungry yet Lex? I mean, lunch was great but it was hours ago and kind of - "

"Meager. I know. I forgot how little they actually put on plates at those places now. We can order something in if you want to. You said something about pizza this morning, didn`t you?"

"Yeah. Pizza - that okay with you?"

"I'll order something else, but sure. Why don't you get the movie ready and I'll go call."

"Okay. Chaplin's okay with you, right Lex?"

Please, please, please! Clark never gets to watch Chaplin movies at home - first of all, he only has two of them on vhs. Second, his dad would always rather watch football or basketball than a movie.

"Yes, Clark. You want pepperoni, right?"

How'd Lex know that? Oh - right. They'd ordered pizza at the mansion when Lex was helping him and Chloe work on their history project.

He nods. "And double cheese. Oh, and some wings?"

Lex looks at him like he doesn't know what wings are. Then a little light bulb moment and Lex is going back into the kitchen, leaving him to dig out the Chaplin movies. Before he can decide between "The Kid" and "Gold Rush," he hears the phone ring in several places around the penthouse. In the kitchen, Lex drops something, then answers the phone.

Clark doesn't have to strain to hear the conversation - his hearing is that acute now and he finally has learned to control it. , As soon as he hears the voice on the other end, he doesn`t make an effort to tune it out.

"Lex Luthor."

"Lex, it's Jonathan. How are you?"

A long pause and then Lex speaks.

"Good, Mr. Kent. We're about to order pizza. How's the vacation going?"

"Really great, Lex. Martha wanted to call and-"

"Check on Clark? No problem - let me get him for you."

Clark turns around on the couch, smiling and holding his hand out for the phone.

"Hey dad! How's Hawaii?"

And Clark knows what's coming, but he wants to ignore it. Wants it to just go away.

"Great son. Your mother loves the sunsets and I love the sunrises. Are you having fun?"

He knows what that really means; knows what his father is really asking. Clark can't help but think the answer he really wants to give. // Well, yeah Dad. Lex is corrupting me and teaching me how to be a rebel. And yeah - we're having lots of fun - in bed, on the couch, on the floor... //

He stifles a laugh and answers. "Oh yeah, we're having a great time."

That wasn't detailed enough, he knows, and his dad's going to push a little further. Here it comes.

"So what are you doing tonight? Lex taking you out for a night on the town?"

And it's so great to just tell the truth and have it sound so innocent, even if staying in is not exactly an innocent thing anymore.

"No, we're staying in and watching a movie."

"Oh. Well, okay. Just be good Clark. Don't let Lex get you into anything - dangerous. I'm trusting you to use your judgment, but you have to be the responsible one Clark."

Clark watches Lex as he gets his phone from his jacket and walks out of the living room, down the hall. Simple movements but so graceful it makes Clark want to just hang up and follow Lex into the bedroom.

"Dad, it's fine. I'm fine. He - we're not knocking off banks or shooting people, okay?"

"Clark, don't give me that. You know what I mean. I'm trusting you, son."

//Right. And trusting me means lecturing me at every opportunity.//

"Okay, well, you and mom have a good time, okay? Don't worry about me."

"All right son. But don't give us cause to worry."

"Da-ad. I get it. Tell me about Hawaii."

"It's - wait. I'll let mom tell you. Martha - pick up!"

"Hi Clark honey! Oh it's so beautiful here - we're on the beach. Lex's cabin? - cabana - is right on the beach. You walk out the front door and there's the ocean."

"Oh cool. We'll have to go there sometime. I mean, Lex and I - and Pete and Chloe. You know - like for our senior trip or something."

"Well you'd love it here. All we did was lay on the beach and sleep today. You should have seen your father - he kept waking up and looking around like he thought he was late for milking the cows. laugh He's going fishing tomorrow afternoon and I'm going to have my hair done at the salon in the resort clubhouse."

"There's a clubhouse?"

"Yes - they have everything you could ever need. Salon, restaurants, pharmacy, food mart, theatre - everything! Oh - there's our lunch! I'd better go get the door. Jonathon! Pick back up!"

"So what's for dinner Dad?"

"Hey Clark! Hot or mild?" Lex is yelling to him from the bedroom and Clark really doesn`t want to be on the phone anymore.

"Hang on Dad."

"Hot, Lex. And can you ask for some peppers too?"

"Okay I'm back."

"We're having lobster. We figured since everything else is free we can splurge on the food a little. Lex had the refrigerator stocked when we got here, but I thought your mom would like a nice dinner in without having to cook."

"She sounded excited. I bet she loves it. Well, I'd better go on - Lex is ordering our dinner now too. We haven't eaten and I'm starving!"

"You haven't eaten dinner yet? Did he forget that you have to eat? Wait. Don't tell me - Luthors don't eat."

"Da-ad."

laughs

"Well, mom's already unpacking dinner so I'd better go wash up. Have fun son - not too much fun though."

// You have no idea how ironic that is. //

"Right Dad. Tell mom I love her."

"I will, son. We'll call again soon."

"Okay dad, bye."

"Bye, Clark."

He didn't realize how good getting out from under Jonathan's watchful eyes felt until this moment. Sure, every kid wants to get away with something sometime, but knowing that Jonathan can't take this away from him now is so freeing. He can do anything he wants - with Lex. That's the best part. With Lex.

Lex. In the bedroom. Why exactly is he still sitting here?

He gets up, walks to the bedroom, slowly moves into the doorway, hoping he's not intruding on a phone call. But he's not. Lex is totally naked, laying back on the bed, knees bent over the edge, like he was sitting and he just fell backwards. He looks like he's asleep, but there's a tension to his face that tells Clark he isn't.

He's just about to walk in the room and lay down next to Lex when he sits up, sighs and goes to the closet. He looks at the drawers for a few seconds before opening the second one down and pulling out a pair of black boxers and a dark gray t-shirt. They actually look comfortable - and they're not even silk. They look like something Clark would wear.

Lex steps into the boxers and - oh how classic - adjusts himself. Clark can't help but laugh. Lex turns to look at him and smiles, raising his eyebrows.

"Lex Luthor owns something other than silk underwear?"

"You'd be surprised Clark."

"I already am."

Clark can't stay this many feet away from Lex when he looks like that - it's too inviting. But Lex is still holding his shirt and Clark still can't bring himself to just grab Lex Luthor. So he gives Lex the look that he's gotten so many times from Lex lately. And it works - Lex drops his shirt onto the bed and comes to him.

His hands on Lex's neck, thumbs on Lex's jaw, rubbing while they kiss. So much better now. Like they're getting to know each other now - like they can tell how the other one is going to move - or kiss - before they do it. They're getting - comfortable.

Lex leans into him and Clark wonders if he's trying to hide the bulge in his boxers or if he wants Clark to do something about it. Control is impossible when it comes to Lex. Then again, control is pretty much impossible at all at this point but especially with Lex.

Without warning, Lex breaks the kiss and unhands him. Why-? Oh, right; dinner's on the way. Thirty minutes or less and it's probably been 10 already. So 20 minutes? Clark could work with 20 minutes. But apparently it's not enough for Lex.

"Come on, Clark. Let's go find something to watch while we wait for the food." Clark's trailing after him, smiling.

In the living room, Clark thumbs through the entertainment center drawer, and tells him that he's found "The Kid." Lex apparently thinks "The Gold Rush" is better than "The Kid," though he can't imagine why Lex thinks that. No arguments tonight though - so he just rolls his eyes and goes back to looking at the tapes. How can Lex have them all? They're not even all released.

"Lex, they're all here. You have every single Chaplin movie. Some of these are bootleg copies - how'd you get those?"

"I have no idea Clark - probably some overly eager personal assistant of Dad's went overboard filling the video list. I've only watched a few of those though - any in there you think I should see?"

"You should see all of them. How can you not have watched them, Lex?"

"Come on, you can't expect me to know the complete works of Charlie Chaplin. Nietzsche, yes. Shakespeare, yes. But Charlie Chaplin? No. Not exactly material in the Luthor handbook."

Clark shakes his head in disbelief.

"We should have a marathon. I can pick out all the best ones and we can pop popcorn and curl up on the couch and laugh until our faces hurt."

"A marathon?"

"Yeah - why not?"

"How many reasons do you want, Clark?"

Sometimes Lex is just plain - stuffy. And that is hilarious.

"Really Lex, it'd be fun."

"Clark. No. I have other things I want to do in the next three weeks. We can - run the Chaplin marathon some other time. Maybe when we're too old and gray to care that there aren't any words or plots."

Lex told him that morning that they could watch a Chaplin movie, and Clark`s not about to let him go back on his word. Luthors don`t do that. Heh.

"Fine. But this one's okay for tonight, right? `The Kid?' You said-."

"I know, and yes, this one's fine for tonight."

Clark knows that wasn't nearly as painful for Lex as he made it sound.

"Good. How much longer 'til the pizza's here?"

Lex takes a quick look at his watch. The watch. The Napoleon franc one his mother had made for him. Clark remembers the day Lex told him the story like it was yesterday. The first day Lex really showed his vulnerability. The first day Clark really understood how Lex felt about his mother - and about losing her. A good watch and a good day. A great day - the day Clark realized he and Lex really do have a future together. Funny how the meaning that Clark attaches to the watch is completely different than the meaning Lex attaches to it.

"About 10 minutes I guess."

"Did they have the peppers?"

"Of course. I got you a jar of them."

"A whole jar? Wow - thanks."

It's little things like that. Those things are what make him Lex and not just another Luthor. Not just Lionel's son. Not just some guy that Clark has a crush on. Clark can't help but think that no matter what he wants, this relationship is going to be dictated by Lex. And that means he just has to sit back and hope that Lex feels the same way he does.

The thing is, if they're going to have any chance at all, Lex needs to know the truth. Clark knows how Lex's mind works. He needs all the facts so he can make an informed decision. Besides, Clark's tired of hiding. Tired of lying. Tired of holding this huge part of himself back from Lex.

He catches himself staring at Lex and turns away to put the tape in the VCR. They're talking like they always have - like old friends. And it's just making Clark feel even more guilty about lying.

Before he can sit down, Lex's hands are on his arms, Lex's head cocked to the side just a little, looking up at his face, catching his eyes, asking.

"You okay, Clark?"

"Yeah. Just feeling a little weird." Weird as in `you'll have to drag it out of me.'

"Thinking about anything in particular?"

"Kind of."

Clark`s fishing and Lex bites.

"What is it?"

"It's - something I want to tell you."

He can do this. He can tell Lex. If he can tell anyone, it's Lex. He knows he can trust him - knows even with all these changes, that hasn`t changed. But he's never told anyone - and it's too hard to find the words when Lex is touching him, comforting him.

"Clark, I'm still me, no matter - how close we've been. You can still tell me anything. That hasn't changed."

"I know. This is just something really big."

And suddenly Lex pulls back from him just a little, drops his hands from Clark's arms. He looks distracted and that wall is up between them again.

"Don't feel like you have to tell me tonight, Clark."

"I've wanted to tell you for months, Lex. I want to tell you now, but- but it might change things between us and I don`t want-"

Lex's finger stops his lips from moving.

"Shh. Clark, listen to me. When you're ready. There's no hurr-"

{{Buzz}}

"Shit. That's the pizza. Just- just wait here, Clark."

Lex walks to the front door, leaving Clark to plop down on the couch. He can think of ten reasons not to tell Lex the truth about himself. But there is only one reason why he should - why he will. But not tonight. Obviously Lex doesn't want to hear anything that might effect their relationship. He probably doesn't want to deal with the question of where this is going or where they stand. So not tonight. But Clark's made up his mind - he will tell Lex, and soon - before they make any commitments.

Lex comes into the room, balancing a bag on the pizza box and Clark moves quickly to lighten his load. While Clark attacks the bag, Lex sets the pizza on the dining table and opens the box.

"We can just eat on the couch tonight if you want. If that`s all right."

"Sure."

Clark bets Lex has never eaten on the couch. Not even a little.

"God this smells good Lex. Can you please get me a plate?" He's already got his hands on a slice and is shoveling it in when Lex gets back from the kitchen. He's starving.

"Good?"

"Mmmm. {{swallows}} Hey Lex, about that thing I want to tell you-"

He's just going to say that tonight's not the time for it. That they'll talk about it some other day. But Lex is already saying it for him.

"Clark, please. Just think about it for another day or two. Whatever it is can wait. Let's just be together tonight. No big discussions, no getting dressed or going out. Just us, here, together."

He nods his agreement with a full mouth and wipes his hand on his boxers, forgetting the napkin under his plate. He glances at Lex and notices that he`s not eating anything - that he`s just watching him. Whoops.

"Oh shit. Lex I'm sorry. Do you want some?"

"No thanks, Clark. Mine'll be here in a few minutes." Lex is being nice, but he looks like he`s going to laugh at any second. Like he would never consider eating pizza and Clark's just cute for asking.

He puts the half-eaten piece down on the plate. "Sorry Lex - I should've waited."

"No, Clark - really. Go ahead. Mine won't be here for awhile anyway."

"The movie's in whenever you want to start it." He picks his slice back up and absently wipes off a glob of tomato sauce with the back of his hand, then sucks it clean. God, could Lex stare any harder? How can a person eat with someone looking at them like that?

Lex finally looks away from him, his eyes darting around the room looking for something. Too funny - he's trying to find the remote.

"Too much work to walk to the VCR, huh Lex?"

He can almost hear Lex cursing. Better to just change the subject again - he's getting good at knowing when not to tease too much.

"What'd you order anyway Lex?"

Lex retrieves the remote, hits PLAY and tosses it onto the coffee table, then sits back down on the couch - too far away from Clark. Like they're two friends in a movie theatre, asserting their heterosexuality with the empty seat between them.

So Clark jumps up, scoots down the couch and flops back down right next to Lex. He tosses his pizza crust onto the lid of the box and twists the pepper jar open.

"Thai. Lamb." Lex he reaches back to thump him on the back when he chokes on a slice of jalapeno.

When Clark`s recovered, emptied his blue bottle down his throat, he turns back to Lex, wiping his eyes with a napkin.

"Lamb? That's not something you have delivered, Lex. That's something you have served to you on a platter."

"This place puts it on kabobs and packs cups of peanut sauce with it so you can dip it. Like, say - steak and A-1?"

Oh that is just unfair. He's been embarrassed about that ever since it happened. Seems like an eternity ago but it was just last night. He doesn't think Lex was really offended, but it's still embarrassing.

"Lex, they had it in the restaurant, didn't they? That means I wasn't the first to ask for it!"

"It's okay, Clark. Really. They didn't even blink when you asked for it. Well, not much anyway. And you like things the way you like them. And you just wanted it your way. That`s admirable."

Clark smiles and turns his attention to the movie. The music is the best part of these movies - it's never just music. It always either tells the viewer something or conveys an emotion.

Lex wraps an arm around his shoulders and relaxes back into the couch. It's been a long time since Clark got to see one of these films and it`s so great to just be here, sharing this with Lex. Then again, he`d love to be sharing lots of things with Lex. Hopefully, he will.


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The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is Lex. Not the strong, confidant businessman or the isolated, lonely millionare - but Lex, the caring man with the soul of a lost child. He's not sure if he's dreaming until he feels Lex's breath moving his hair just a little. He remembers where he is - on the couch in the penthouse. The movie is over, snow blaring brightly, noisily in his slitted eyes and ears and he's laying chest to chest on top of Lex.

The last thing he wants to do is move. He wants to stay just like this - in this exact position. Doesn't want to move an eyelash.

He feels Lex stretching his arm out from under him and then hears the click of the TV turning off and the room plunges into dimness, a soft light coming from the lamp at the end of the couch. Maybe Lex wants to get up. Clark doesn't want to get up but he could get up - would get up if Lex wanted up too. So he lets Lex know he's awake.

"Mmmm"

"Shhh, Clark. Go back to sleep."

"I don't want to sleep."

"Yes you do; it's late Clark. The movie's over."

"But I didn`t see the end."

"It was a happy ending."

"You didn't see it either, did you Lex?"

"No Clark, I didn't. I fell asleep too."

Even sleepy, the touch of Lex's body against his is arousing. He knows he`s heavy on top of Lex, but pressing Lex into the cushions is somehow - hot. And he`s comfortable, even if he`s just a little too warm for comfort. Just a little slick with sweat everywhere that skin meets skin.

Clark peels his face off Lex's neck, their flesh sticking to each other like it doesn't want to let go - like it knows they're meant to be touching. He looks down at Lex and finds Lex looking right into his eyes. It's so strange to just look into someone's eyes when you're this close. It makes Clark want to move.

And when Clark's this close, he doesn't even really see Lex's green eyes. Blue eyes. Greenish-blue eyes? They're always changing color - with what Lex wears or even his mood. Right now Lex's eyes are darker than usual. And Clark knows that Lex wants to do more than lay still.

"Your eyes change color Lex."

"What?"

"Yeah. With what you're wearing. And sometimes with your mood."

"Really? I hadn't noticed."

"Yeah they do. And right now I can tell you exactly what you're thinking."

"What am I thinking, Clark?"

"You're thinking... that... you wish I'd move."

"No I'm not. I'm very comfortable right now." Lex tightens his arms around him, just to prove it.

"I didn't say how you wanted me to move."

He kisses Lex's smile, then shifts down a little and goes to work on his neck.

"Mmm. That's a pretty neat party trick there, Kent. What else have you got?"

Somewhere inside him, something bubbles to the surface. Confidence? Aggressiveness? Playfulness? Whatever it is, he just lets it take over. Lex wants party tricks? Okay, he'll get party tricks.

"I can have sex three times in one day and never get tired of it."

"Three times, huh? That's pretty impressive. Where's your proof?"

"Well right now, it's against your right thigh. But I can move it if you want."

Lex has never smiled this much during foreplay.

"No, no. It's fine where it is."

"I didn't say how I would move it."

Lex walked right into that one. At least Clark's making progress now. He's moving - rubs hard against Lex's thigh, body lifting then settling back down, lower down Lex's body.

"I've created a monster."

Clark gives that a little laugh, but he's a little distracted with thoughts of what he could do to Lex right now. He forms a rough plan and puts it into action.

"A sex monster? That's a little sick Lex."

Hot breath on Lex's stomach. A wet circle around his navel.

"What would you call it Clark?"

Two fingers inside the elastic band at Lex's waist.

"Hormones. The culmination of years of sexual repression. Being sixteen and horny. Take your pick."

Clark moves to kneel between Lex's legs, starts to tug his shorts off.

"I pick sixteen and horny."

Clark lifts Lex's legs - a little awkwardly but who cares at this point, boxers off over Lex's feet, tossed to the floor. Clark back between Lex's legs, leaning down on his hands, hovering over him, arms on either side of Lex's chest.

"Why not hormones?"

Clark's licking his lips, deliberately slow. He knows it'll drive Lex mad.

"Too unpredictable."

Clark takes Lex's hand, sucks a finger into his mouth, licks it, bites it, sucks it again. Lays it back down beside Lex.

"Uh-huh. And why not the release of years of sexual repression?"

"Fleeting. Sixteen lasts a whole year, Clark."

"I hadn't {pressing his mouth to Lex`s chest} thought of it {quick kiss to his throat} that way."

"God Clark, what are trying to do here?"

Teeth on Lex's shoulder, his chest, low on his stomach.

"If you don't know, Lex, I'm not going to tell you." This is so much fun - Clark doesn't even think twice about what he'll do next. It's time for teeth.

"I know what you're doing but {teeth gently biting Lex's cock} - Christ!"

"Then why did you ask? Are you just trying to make me talk? You just want to watch my mouth again, don't you?"

Teeth on the very top of Lex's leg, biting harder this time.

"No, Clark. Don't let me - {teeth back on Lex's cock, scraping lightly} God - interrupt you."

"You're not interrupting anything. I'm surprised you don't recognize this lesson by now, Lex."

Clark gently pushes Lex's legs apart, teeth on the inside of Lex's thigh, biting hard.

"Lesson?" That was not Lex's voice. Lex would never sound like that. Unless maybe someone was biting his cock just hard enough to make him sound like that - which someone is.

"Sexual repression, Lex. {closed-mouth kisses, chaste kisses - from the base of Lex's cock to the tip} I'm giving you a lesson. Since I'm the expert."

"Mind telling me how long this lesson lasts?"

"Oh, don't worry. It's almost over."

Soft, smooth skin of Lex's cock sliding between his lips, salty-sweet taste touching his tongue. Filling his mouth.

"Thank God."

~ FINIS ~

 

 

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