A/N: ::sigh:: Okay…So, I've just copying the Rolling Stone's Article… I love Michael Rosenbaum…Lol. I also love Tom Welling, but I've heard he can be kind of an ass :o) Okay, so to get to the point of this chapter (which I'll be honest is kind of Mary-Sue-ish)…someone asked for leaping…mmmm…how's…falling? By the way, the end of this was written free hand…which is probably kind of stupid on my part :o)

Chapter Four.

It was late that night, near two or three in the morning that Lex awoke. He wasn't aware of Clark hovering slightly above him. The room was pitch black as Lex stretched his arm up, and his hand touched something hard above his head.

Clark fell, and awoke startled, Lex was surprised as all of Clark's weight was suddenly dumped on top of him.

"Aw, shit…" Lex struggled for breath, "What the hell just happened, Clark?"

"I…I um…I don't know." Clark rolled off of Lex. That wasn't supposed to have happened! Tonight was supposed to have gone normally…nothing…weird was supposed-, "Are you okay?"

"Yea, I'm fine." Lex sat up, and stared across the few inches of bed that separated. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the light, he was able to see Clark. He noted his (Clark's that is) obvious surprise, then his slightly chiseled face. And then, he let his gaze fall down onto Clark's lips.

Clark had nice lips, Lex decided. They were small, yet large, and fit his face perfectly. They looked smooth, and Lex figured there was only one way to find out if they were or not. He leaned forward and kissed him.

"Ah…what was that?" Clark asked, but to deaf ears. Lex wasn't listening. He was currently confirming with himself that Clark had very smooth lips; very kissable. A tad bit on the hard side of course.

"Nothing, Clark. Go back to sleep." Lex smiled, as he lay back down on his side. Clark though, would not be dismissed so easily.

"Hold on a second!" Clark turned him back over onto his back so he could look him in the face, "You just kissed me."

"Yes Clark, I did." Lex looked up at him, his eyes clear as Clark looked back down at him.

"That's not fair." Clark whispered.

"What's not fair?"

"You can't just kiss me, and-"

"Clark, if you want to, just do it already?" Lex sighed, and rolled back over. He was mildly surprised when Clark grasped his shoulder again, and rolled him back over, kissing him; softly at first, then a little harder. It never occurred to Lex to stop him; not until Clark slowly drew his leg over Lex's hips, immobilizing him. It wasn't what Clark was doing that bothered him either (he quite liked that actually), it was just the sudden remembrance of Clark's age…he was only seventeen. That could prove to be a problem.

"Clark, stop." Lex turned his head away from Clark's lips.

"What? Why?" Clark asked, backing off, "What did I do wrong?" It almost killed Lex at how innocent he was.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Clark." Lex pulled himself back up into a sitting position.

"You told me to stop." Clark sounded a bit childish, even to himself.

"I know I did." Lex couldn't look at Clark, for fear of what he would see in the young man's eyes.

"Well, what was I doing wrong? Tell me, and I'll try to fix-"

"Clark, it wasn't what you where doing." Lex shook his head, "It's just…well…your under-aged. We…we shouldn't have been doing this."

"So?" Clark asked, "Since when does that matter to you?"

"Oh Clark…" Lex sighed, wishing he, himself, had hair so he could run his fingers through it at that particular moment.

"Well?" Clark asked, no longer sounding confused, or hurt, but actually more accusing then anything, "You're the one who started it!"

"I know!" Lex sighed, pressing his palms to his forehead, trying to stop the pain that had developed, "I know, and I shouldn't have!"

Clark sighed, looking down at his hands, "Does this mean, that we're not going to-"

"I never said that…" Lex looked up at him finally, "I just don't want to take it out to far…LuthorCorp has a bad enough rep, with out me making it worse."

"Is that what this is all about? Your fucking company?!" Clark asked.

"Shh! Clark!  There are other people in this hotel!" Lex quieted him down, "And no, it's not just about the company. I don't want to hurt you, okay?"

Clark was silent for a few moment's, his hair falling sexily into his eyes, and he impatiently brushed it away, "I'll be in the…thing." He motioned towards the living area, "Go back to bed."

He got up, and shut the door quietly behind him, and Lex fell back into the pillows, not believing how stupid he could be.