CHAPTER 11

A few minutes later...

Clark can't help singing to himself as he's pouring the pancake mix onto the griddle pan. He can't stop thinking about what happened with Lex the night before...

"That was amazing, farm boy," reaching out to touch Clark's face.

"I guess you just brought it out in me," caressing his face back. Then a shadow crosses his face; laying his head back on the pillow.

"What's wrong?" Lex asks him; rolling onto his side and resting his hand on Clark's chest and lightly caressing it.

"I broke up with Lana a few days ago," he finally says. "She took it really hard."

"Did you tell her about us?" Lex asks.

Clark shakes his head sadly. "No. I wasn't going to tell her, but somehow it came out. She was so hurt. She was absolutely devestated," biting his lower lip.

"Did you tell her I was the one..." leaning over to softly kiss his cheek.

"No," he replies.

"What about your parents? Are you going to tell them?" he asks next.

"I know they're going to freak out when I tell them I'm gay. I just don't know if it's the right time to come out of the closet to them," turning his head to look over at Lex. "It's enough that Lana and Chloe know. I hope you understand."

Lex nods his head. "Of course I do," smiling back at him as he continues stroking Clark's chest. They stay like that for awhile, then Clark breaks the silence. "So how about another round?"

"YOU WANT MORE?" a shocked expression on Lex's face. "What are you anyway... a super man or something?"

"I used to be," he murmurs under his breath.

"What do you mean 'you used to be,' Clark?" he asks.

"It's not important anymore," he says in a wistful tone.

"Are you sure?" a curious look on his face.

Clark nods his head. "I'm sure," reaching over to pull Lex close to him. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life," softly kissing Lex's lips, then pulling away to smile at him.

"I believe you," kissing him back, then pushing him down onto the bed and rolling on top of him.

"So...how about that next round?" a smirk on Lex's face.

"Well it's about time," returning Lex's smirk with one of his own.

"I'll be right back," Lex says; getting up from the bed and walking over to the bureau again.

Clark sits up and looks curiously at him. "What are you looking for now?" he asks him.

"This," pulling out some silk scarves. "I'm going to tie you up," coming back over to the bed.

"You are?" Clark remarks; his eyes widening.

"Absolutely," he replies. "Don't tell me you've never fantasized about it?" he asks him as he straddles Clark's chest.

"Well..." blushing a little.

"I thought so," a smirk on his face as he reaches over and expertly ties Clark's wrists to the bedposts.

"Do I get to tie you up too?" Clark asks him.

"Maybe," kneeling down between Clark's legs. "I'll see how well you behave first," arching one eyebrow as he lifts up Clark's legs and hooks his knees over his shoulders. "If you think you were royally f*cked before, then you have another thing coming."

"Bring it on," Clark gasps out.

Lex then whispers in his ear, "Didn't I tell you I was going to f*ck you all night long?" doing just that...

He's so wrapped up in his thoughts that he doesn't hear Jonathans footsteps coming down the stairs. He's surprised to hear Clark singing to himself. Now he's singing to himself? shaking his headas he continues walking down the stairs.

"You're in a good mood this morning," his father remarks as he comes into the kitchen.

Clark turns around at the sound of his father's voice. "I am," a big smile on his face. "I had THE best night's sleep I've ever had," turning back around to flip the pancakes.

"I see," a frown on his face.

Clark turns around again; a curious look on his face. "Is everything okay?" he asks; putting down the spatula.

"Everything's hunky dory," walking over to the freshly made coffee and pouring himself a cup.

Clark frowns for a moment. "Are you sure that..."

Jonathan slams down the cup; the coffee spilling over the side.

Clark is startled by his father's reaction, but wisely decides not to press the subject. Something is definitely bothering him, he thinks to himself as he picks up the spatula again and removes the pancakes from the griddle pan.

"So, you and Mom will be gone an extra day?" changing the subject as he sets the plate of pancakes on the kitchen table.

"Yes," is all Jonathan will say as he sits down at the table and uses the serving fork to place some pancakes on his plate.

Martha finally comes downstairs and sits down at the table without a word. Clark shuts off the burner and pours a couple cups of coffee. "Here, Mom," he says with a smile; placing one of them in front of Martha.

"Thank you," she mutters; taking a sip.

Clark sits down at the table and takes a few pancakes for himself. Then he happens to look up and see his parents staring at him. "Okay," putting down the serving fork. "There's something wrong that you're not telling me," a slight frown on his face. "What is it?" he asks them.

"We'll talk about it when we get back," Martha replies; pushing her food around her plate with her fork. "I'm not hungry after all," abruptly getting up from her chair and going back upstairs.

"Mom?" Clark getting up and heading for the stairs.

"I would leave her alone," Jonathan replies; getting up and grabbing Clark by the arm and pulling him back. "I'll take care of your mother," letting go of his arm and going after Martha.

Clark stars at the retreating form of his father. What the hell is going on with them? a confused look on his face as he sits down at the kitchen table. He picks up his fork, but then lays it back down; leaning against the back of his chair. Why are they acting so weird? Do they know? he wonders. It would be the only thing that makes sense. And if they do, then why haven't they confronted me about it?

He gets up from the chair and starts to go up the stairs, but changes his mind; instead coming back down and sitting back at the kitchen table. I guess I'll just have to wait until they get back from Metropolis.

Upstairs...

Jonathan enters the bedroom and finds his wife laying down on the bed. He sits down on the edge next to her and lightly touches her cheek. "Maybe we should talk to Clark now before we go to Metropolis?"

he asks her.

"NO," she says emphatically; abruptly sitting up. "We'll wait until we get back," taking a handkerchief out of her pocket.

"Are you sure about that?" he asks her; taking the handkerchief out of her hand and gently dabbing her eyes with it. "He already suspects that something's wrong."

"I'm sure," she replies. Then she says, "I just can't believe that our son is gay," shaking her head.

"I know," putting down the handkerchief.

"Lex must have done something to him," her arms folded across her chest.

Jonathan shakes his head. "You know as well as I do that you can't turn a person gay, sweetheart. That's not how it works. If you're gay, then you were born that way," a thoughtful expression on his face. "Clark must have had those feelings buried deep inside him for years and never acted on them."

"I guess I knew that," she concedes.

"What I can't understand is why Lex of all people?" a frown appearing on his face. "How could Clark be interested in him - considering all the questionable things he's done since he came to town? Why couldn't he at least be interested in some nice guy who comes from a nice family?"

"I don't know," she says.

"Well, I don't trust Lex and I don't know if I ever will," he states; getting up from the bed.

"So what do we do now?" she asks him; also getting up and standing in front of him.

"That's a good question," pulling his wife close for a hug. "We'll figure something out," softly kissing the top of her head...

To Be Continued...