Lex's mansion always felt cold and hollow.
The rooms were spotless, as well as lifeless, you could hear a your heart beat without the use of Clark's hearing. It all felt wrong. Each room echoed footsteps off the well decorated walls; it was only decorated for looks, not with any since of love or care went into any piece of this house. You would think a lonely, old man dwelled within these walls, instead of the young, misunderstood 23 year old.
He had just arrived, dropping off the weeks supply of veggies and fruits, which a random employee took from him at the door.
"You have no right to keep tabs on me, you bastard!" Lex's voice sounded furious. He turned into the living room to see Lex on the phone, a frown marring his face and his eyes were on fire with fury.
"I'm not a fucking puppet, you-!"" When Lex's eyes landed on him the frown faded and he tried to calm himself. After a moment, he motioned for him to come in. "As much fun as this conversation is dad, I have company so I am going to have to let you go." He pulled the phone from his ear without another word and picked up a glass of brown liquid. "Clark, you're early." He said while throwing back the glass, emptying it into his mouth.
"I finished my chores...I-I thought I'd go ahead and bring you your delivery." He pointed to the glass. "Isn't it too early to be drinking, are you okay?" Lex shrugged, his shoulders moving easily.
"It has been a bitch of a day. Now, I have to send a few e-mails." Obviously, he didn't want to talk about it and Clark was taught not to pry into a person's private life.
"Oh, I can leave if-"
"Don't be ridiculous, you are the only good part of this day and I promised you movie night." Lex smiled toward him, his earlier mood seemed to fade away.
"Really?" Clark was too happy to hear that.
"Of course, it is always improves my day to see a true friend." That statement disappointed Clark for some reason, but only a little. "Just wait, it shouldn't take me long."
"A-alright." Clark picked up a small statue to examine it, trying to find a way to keep himself out of the way while Lex worked. There was probably a story behind this piece of rock that made it valuable enough to be showcased in this museum called a 'home'. Everything here had to have value, or it was tossed to the road, unworthy of a place here. He gently sat it back in its place before turning to the all too clean sofa.
His eyes landed on the perfectly dressed man. Lex was typing away on his perfect computer, each stroke of the keys mesmerized the teen. At this moment, Lex matched that statue he'd just been caressing; perfect. Worthy of being here because of his value. He carefully sat down beside him, hoping not to disturb the business genius as he scanned his screen intensely. He didn't understand why Lex bothered with him, he was far from perfect, he'd never fit into this collection with his torn work jeans and flannel shirts.
"Just a moment longer Clark and we can watch that movie." Clark was so lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed Lex pause to look at him. "I know this is probably boring to you, watching me work."
That was far from the truth, he could watch Lex do just about anything for hours. Since the day he'd saved him, since his eye first saw that beautiful face, and listen to him gasp for life...He felt something change in him, something he still didn't understand.
"It's fine, really, I'm fine." Clark said with a nervous smile, trying not to cast his eyes to the ground. Lex stared at him a moment longer, examining him like he was trying to unlock every secret about him, then gave a very small turn of his lips, something you'd have missed if you weren't Clark, before looking back to his screen. "Go ahead and pick a movie." Lex said, even his voice came out smooth and clear, every word pronounced perfectly. The typing of keys continued. Clark watched each finger pressed against the keys with certainty, and more speed than before. Lex was trying to hurry for him, but why? Clark was always nervous around the other, he was so out of his league in every way that he couldn't understand why Lex bothered to associate with him.
Lex made him want to be more. He wanted to be seen as more than the 'farm boy'; more than a clumsy, over grown kid with a nervous smile. He just didn't know how to break into that world. Finally standing up to look at the large collection of movies, Clark skimmed them with his eyes, not wanting to touch anything. He had a tendency to unintentionally break or ruin things.
Time moved by quickly while he read the titles, so quickly that he was surprised to hear Lex's laptop click shut. "Have you decided, or are you too busy day-dreaming about Lana?" Lex joked, walking up beside the tall teen.
"Very funny." Clark smiled toward him, Lana definitely wasn't the person occupying his thoughts at the moment, before pointing to a movie. "How about Avengers?"
"Excellent choice." Lex reached for the movie. Clark knew how much he enjoyed watching that movie in the theater, he was hoping he'd like to watch it again. He really enjoyed making Lex happy, it didn't happen enough. "You know, you are allowed to touch the movies Clark." Lex said while putting the movie in the DVD player. "You always point to one and make me get it."
He felt nervous again and tried to shake it with a shrug of his shoulders. "I just...don't want to break anything." Clark admitted.
"Yes, you'd break it with a single touch, I'm sure, don't worry so much." Lex must be sensing his discomfort and he didn't want that.
"Alright, but I did warn you." He put on his best smile as he dropped back on the sofa.
"I've been warned." Lex added, sitting back beside him. He was closer, Clark noticed, if he moved over slightly the two would be touching. He'd like that. Clark watched Lex as he watched the movie. He didn't mean to stare so long, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't get enough of the other and it worried him. He wanted something,it pulled at his insides hard, but he couldn't identify what that was. Even in this dim light and cast shadows, Lex was, he was just perfect.
"The movies a lot better if you watch the screen Clark." Lex caught him off guard, turning to look at him with a smirk. He was caught and tried to correct his mistake by looking at the screen, but he could feel Lex's eyes on him. After a long moment the other finally went back to paying attention to the screen as well. The two watched the movie in silence.
When it was over a game of pool was started and Clark lost fantastically. Lex had made two more glasses of whiskey and was getting a little tipsy by the end of their second game.
"Do you like looking at me?"
"W-what?" Clark swallowed, his heart beating faster as he nearly dropped the pool stick he'd been holding and lost his balance on the stool he occupied.
"You always stare at me." Clark tensed when Lex stepped closer, leaning near his ear. His breath was warm as he whispered. "Do you like me?"
"I..." He turned his head and their noses touched. God, Lex's eyes were a beautiful grey. "I think so?" He admitted weakly. Lex was too close for him to think straight, his body was warming up and his mind was buzzing. He wanted something he couldn't describe, and he wanted it now.
"Is that so?" Lex tilted his head slightly, his eyes focusing on the teen's lips, he looked like he was contemplating something. "Have you ever kissed anyone Clark?"
He shook his head after a moment.
"May I kiss you?" Lex asked without missing a beat, eyes locking back on Clark's, who had no idea when the mood changed. He licked his lips without thinking and nodded his head slightly, not trusting his voice. He couldn't believe this was happening. Lex wanted to kiss someone like him? It was unbelievable.
"Good answer." He heard right before he felt a pair of cool lips on his, pressing surely into his mouth. His eyes shut tight and he clenched nervously at the pool stick. "I'm going to need you to relax a bit farm-boy." Lex whispered jokingly against his lips, taking the stick and letting it fall to the floor beside them. He stepped between the sitting boy's legs, cupping his face. "And open your mouth a little." He barely had time to get out a nervous apology before Lex was sliding his tongue into his mouth, the bitter taste of alcohol clear.
What was happening?
Lex knew what he was doing, and he was doing it really good. His tongue touched every inch of his mouth, even pressing against his own an coaxing it out; and then he was in Lex's mouth. He flinched out of surprise when he felt a cool hand rubbing its way down his stomach. His hips moved up without his consent and his let out a groan into the other's mouth.
Eventually the two pulled apart for air. Lex leaned his forehead against Clark's. Even while he panted gently for air, Lex still looked amazing. His lips were slightly swollen and wet. He had his eye closed. Clark wanted to touch his bare head badly but didn't trust himself not to hurt Lex right now, and he'd never forgive himself for that.
"Would you like to see my bedroom Clark?" The sentence made his mouth dry and swallowing became impossible. He was pretty sure where this was going, even if it was hard to believe. No, Lex had been drinking and he was obviously upset about something...Clark should go home. That's what he should've said.
"Su-sure." He managed to squeak out.