-1Disclaimer The Clex and the rest are not mine…but the words are….

Truths part one

Three years and a lots of sex later me and Lex have a complicated relationship. We're friends, best friends. We have sex. Lots of sex. If my life were a TV show we would be considered friends with befits. That's not how I see it. To me I'm two steps below boyfriend. Two big steps that force me to look up and watch Lex fuck around. He doesn't fuck around often. When he does, it's in a big way. That's the way Lex is with everything. Except maybe us. There's nothing big or extravagant about the way he treats our relationship. It's meeting for lunch in McDonalds or dinner at home. Trips to the movies or skipping out on a meeting with his dad because my current girlfriend decides my disappearing act was getting cold. It's all the small things that let me know how much I matter to him.

I slip further under my covers. It's a Saturday night. Most Saturday nights are spent in the company of Lex. Not tonight. Tonight for the sake of Lexcorp Lex is fucking a pair of big breasted blonde twins and their Olympic swimmer brother. I wonder if Lex really believes his dick can save the free world. I roll on to my back. I can't see the screen anymore. Doesn't matter I really wasn't watching the movie. It's hard to concentrate on anything when the man I love is in the middle of a foursome. Shit. Images I did not need. I tap my hands against my stomach. The urge to smash something is getting way to strong. I need to get out of here. The longer I stay here the more likely my new bed will become tooth picks. I grab my cell, slip on some flip flops, head for the door. I stop 3 doors down. Knock once. The door swings open. Pete standing in the doorway. A smug look on his face. He still standing because he's my oldest friend and I love him. I shove past him into the room.

"I knew you'd give up on the lonely moping sooner rather then later."

"Shut up Pete I can turn your bed in to tooth picks."

He laughs as he plops down on the floor beside his bed. I sit next to him.

"You should just tell Luthor you want to be more than friends."

"We all ready are."

"Don't get smart with me Clark."

"So sorry oh wise master Ross."

He shoves me. I let him.

"Listen Clark my man you need to end this game. Okay. The only reason you haven't worked up the nerve to tell Lex you dig him on a super high level is..." He pauses to give me a smirk. I glare "You don't want to explain the whole being from another planet thing. And you know deep down in your weird alien heart that Lex can't be with you or rather you can't be with Lex till you've told him the truth."

"Pete are you encouraging me to tell Lex Luthor my not from this earth sob story?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you love him and… from observing his recent behavior I think he loves you."

"You sound like Chloe."

"Well she knows a thing or to about relationships and she personally thinks you two belong together. Her code name for you is the great domestic romances."

"Domestic we are so not domestic. He's fucking twins as we speak and I'm not invited. That is as far from domestic as you can get with out entering the world of animal sex."

Pete smirks "Not if you live in the burbs. Beside you obliviously have not been paying attention to your Saturday morning routine."

"We do not have a Saturday morning routine."

"Oh yes you do I have seen it with my own eyes. You guys are so coordinated it's freaky."

"We are not coordinated. You make it sound like we dance through Saturday mornings."

He laughs. "No you cuddle through Saturday mornings. I mean dude it's like this. Lex wakes up makes coffee. You come in looking like you sleep with your head in a weed chopper, drink milk straight out the carton he scolds you, you pout and explain why it taste better that way, he tries to hide a smile and starts looking around for breakfast type foods. You get the newspaper slits it in half. You get sports and cartoons. He get business, entertainment and local news. He reads local news first and gives it to you. You eat breakfast than cuddle up on the sofa and watch cartoons. I wonder what the tabloids would give to have pictures of Lex Luthor watching Saturday morning cartoons. Your parents usually call some time after twelve before one. The rest of the day is up for grabs but the Saturday morning in Luthor's house is set in stone."

I slip down further till I'm lying on the floor. We have a Saturday morning routine. That can be a good thing. I think it's a positive step in the right direction.

"How come I never noticed?"

"Clark for a super powered alien your are pretty oblivious. Your parent noticed around the fourth time they had to call around looking for you and found you at Lex's. They don't even bother calling your dorm on Saturday morning any more."

"I have a Saturday morning routine. Do you think Lex noticed the routine? I think it might piss him off a little being that predictable."

"It's not a bad thing having a routine. It just means you guys really know each other. Lex is pretty smart I'm sure he picked up on it."

"Pete what if he doesn't love me enough?"

Pete rest a hand on my shoulder and looks down at me with a look that says your so stupid silly Clark. He's been giving me that look a lot lately.

"Clark this is Lex Luthor. He doesn't know how to not do everything in excess. That includes loving you weird ass."

"I hope your right Pete."

"Of course I'm right. When am I ever not right?"

"Well there was that time…"

He shoves me. I roll to the side. We wrestle around for a while. Like we use to before the weird alien power showed up in full forces. After awhile we settle down to watch the movie. Angelina Joile is moving around on the screen. I can't really pay attention. I have a Saturday morning routine with Lex.