Disclaimer:  They're not mine.  The WB and DC made them up and made it way to easy.
 
Author's Notes:  I get bored very late at night, and I sit down with a blank e-mail screen and write a little story every now and then.  Expect them.
 
Self-Preservation
By Perpetual Motion
 
"Your father is going to shoot me."
 
"No, he won't."
 
"You sound very certain for a boy who's kissing a man who could be arrested for what he's doing."
 
Clark pulled away from Lex slightly to look him in the eye.  "Kissing is not against the law."
 
"It is when you're fifteen and I'm twenty-one."  Lex sighed at the look Clark gave him.  "I'm not saying it's a bad thing."
 
"Lex, if I didn't want this, I wouldn't have initiated it."
 
"Your father is still going to shoot me."
 
"No, he won't."  Clark kissed Lex again.  "I'll hide the shotgun."
 
"Your family has a shotgun?"
 
"We live in Kansas."
 
"Of course."  Lex pulled Clark closer.  Kissed his eyelids, his neck, the tiny bit of collarbone he could see peeking from the v-neck, white T-shirt.  "God, you're bad for me."
 
"How's that?"  Clark kissed Lex's ear and his temple and the underside of his jaw.
 
"I'm standing here, making out with you against the door of my house, not caring that I could be charged with a felony or that your father has a shotgun."
 
"What's so bad about that?"
 
"I used to have a better sense of self-preservation."
 
Clark laughed lightly and kissed Lex again.