So I decided to go in a completely different direction with this story. Lex/Lionel happiness piece, it's very smutty, and a little bit of character development. I want a vote on this folks. Next chapter, stay with Lex or go to Lionel's POV. I'm not waiting very long so please hurry.

"I can't pretend I don't care
when you don't think about me.
Do you think I deserve this?
I try to make you happy
But you left anyway," Simple Plan

I'm starting to think that Dad's blindness might actually be a good thing, not just because he can't see me rolling my eyes, or the distain on my face when I get annoyed with him, but also he can't see the way I've been looking at him lately. I'll cut to the chase. I miss him, if you catch my drift. We've been fighting for so long I can't remember the last time my father and I were intimate. It's hard enough the two of us not being able to be together but now that he's living here, spending all of this time around me, it's driving me nuts!

Great, here he comes. At least Dominic's not with him. I can only deal with that pompous asshole so many times before I do something, drastic.

"Lex?" Dad calls to me from the doorway. "Are you in here?" I want to race over and give him my hand, well actually I want to race over and start making out with him, but I can't do that. I know exactly how he'd react to that. He wouldn't push me away, because he wants it too, but it would go down in his little mental notebook with all my other weaknesses. "Lex?" If I didn't know better I'd think he was desperate.

"Yeah. Look, Dad, I'm a little busy right now. Can we save the touching family moment for another time? I think I can pencil you in for after the New Year." Dad's gotten pretty good at getting around here. He navigates his way around the room, standing by my desk and reaching for my hand.

"Lex," he says, and the hand moves to my jaw, tracing it softly. I'm able to hold back the sigh, but not easily. No, that's a pretty big battle. "Son, you sound stressed."

"Is there something specific you wanted to talk to me about?" He lets his hand drop but then Dad shoves me, and pushes until we hit the wall and then he kisses me, hard on the mouth. His lips on mine, beard scratching my cheeks, his hands holding me still.

I should wait; I know it. I should let him make all of the moves, show him that I'm strong enough not to beg or pled for anything but I can't. My lips part with a whimper, and he slips his tongue inside. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Dad's hands reach down and start pulling the buttons away from my shirt, with expert fingers.

"You're getting too old not to be wearing a tie anymore Lex. It's unprofessional," Dad tells me, breaking the kiss.

"If you're thinking about my tie, I'm even worse at this than I thought. Either that or you can't be nice to me, not even for fifteen minutes."

"Is that the best you've got," he chuckles, reaching for my belt buckle. Dad kisses me again, soft but fast. I'm just about to melt into his arms. This is amazing and I don't want it to stop. It can't stop. Please, don't be screwing around with me Dad, please.

I miss this too much. I can't stand being apart from him. I love him, but I hate him too. It's too much to take being in the house together all day. I'm not sleeping at night, not really anyway, and I can't focus on my work. Mmmm. Another kiss.

"I should lock the door," I manage to stammer, as my fingers stumble over his shirt buttons. "I uh, really, and, uh the blinds," he cuts me off with a finger over my lips, running it down my face, slowly. Dad puts his hands flat on my stomach, pushing me back against the wall, and kissing me more.

"Why don't we go back to my room, hmmm, Lex? Unless you don't think you can make it that far." He winks at me again.

"I'm not fourteen anymore, Dad. I do have a little bit of self control," I say, pulling the pieces of my shirt together and leaning in for one more kiss.

"Little being the operative word in that sentence," he smirks. Ordinarily, I'd get angry and let that remark turn into an argument but not this time. Today I just smile, as my father takes me by the hand and leads me back to the bedroom.

To Be Continued.