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Chapter 3 – Sugar
Clark arrived at Lex's mansion right after school on Friday to help setup for the party. There wasn't much for him to do because Lex had servants preparing the food, cleaning, and decorating. He ended up watching television until Lex finished working and joined him. They talked about the party; who was coming, the food, and speculated about Pete's punch.
Finally it was time to shower and dress. Lex brought Clark up to a guest room and left him to his own devices, heading to his room to get ready. After showering Clark put on a pair of khakis and a deep blue silk shirt that matched his eyes. He headed down the stairs and almost stumbled at the sight of Lex in a tight, white v-neck sweater and pants of soft black leather. He knew that Lex had a beautiful body, but he'd never seen it displayed quite so well. He felt an immediate response in his groin. "Hey Lex. You look great," he said.
"So do you. That blue is perfect for you," Lex felt safe making such a remark after what Clark had said to him on Wednesday. He couldn't help watching the boy appreciatively as he went to answer the door at the sound of the bell. Though he enjoyed the sight of Clark in jeans there was something about that tight ass covered by khaki that was so HOT.
A second later Clark moved aside to usher in the first guest and Lex's mood went from happy to miserable in a millisecond. Of course Princess Lana would be the first to arrive. He had been conveniently in denial about the fact that she would be here. He wanted nothing more than to hide in the closet all night as he used to do at his father's parties when he was a child.
Unfortunately, he had told Clark about that little secret so if he disappeared Clark would know exactly where he was hidden. At the moment Lana was glancing back and forth between the two boys looking like the cat that ate the canary.
"Hello, Lex. It's nice to see you as always," she practically purred as she reached out to shake his hand.
"Hello Lana. You're looking particularly lovely this evening," and she was. He could not deny that she was beautiful in a tight red dress that showed off her body without making her look slutty. He looked down at his own outfit and realized he couldn't say the same for himself. He knew he looked good in the tight sweater and even tighter leather pants that he'd bought yesterday hoping like a fool to make Clark notice him in a new way. Now he admitted to himself that with Lana there he didn't stand a chance of even getting a second look. He also decided that the leather was too much. It made him look cheap.
The sound of the doorbell gave Lex an excuse to leave the other two. He opened the door to find Chloe and Pete staggering under the weight of huge vats of what he could only assume was punch. He reached to take the vat from Chloe who surrendered it gratefully. It was heavy and Lex was glad he worked out daily and kept himself in great shape.
Clark rushed over to take a vat from Pete, lifting it easily and following Lex to the kitchen. They set the punch down on the counter and Lex instructed the staff to put it in punch bowls to be set out with the other food and drinks. When they arrived back in the front hall they saw Chloe and Lana in a corner looking thick as thieves. Clark looked at Pete questioningly and Pete shrugged as if to say 'Who knows with those two.' Lex thought their sudden friendship must have something to do with Chloe's psychotic breakdown on Wednesday and would have paid good money to know what that had been all about.
"Well, there's no use standing in the hallway. Let's move into the den," Lex said, leading them in to a room decorated with blue and silver. A mahogany bar had been pushed back from its usual spot at such gatherings since this crowd was underage. There were couches and chairs spread throughout the room and a long table in front of the fireplace, which was covered in food, soda, and, now, punch.
"Well Pete, I guess we'd better try this punch you've been bragging about all week," said Lex. He ladled himself a cup as the others lined up behind him to follow suit. Just then the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," said Clark. It was a group of kids Clark knew from school. "Come on in guys. Everyone's through there."
More and more kids arrived until the house was packed and noisy from loud music and kids shouting to be heard. Clark made his way over to the food table after being told repeatedly to try the punch. It was a big hit all around and Clark was happy for Pete. He filled a plate with food and grabbed a glass to get some punch but when he got close enough he could smell pineapple juice and wrinkled his nose in distaste. He had never been a fan of pineapple anything. He decided to grab a Coke instead and went to sit with Chloe, Pete, and Lana who were eating and laughing together.
As soon as he sat down Chloe and Lana started whispering and giggling. Pete seemed really excited and asked if Clark had tried the punch. Clark lied and said that it was delicious. He just couldn't ruin this moment for Pete when he seemed so happy. Suddenly Chloe and Lana stopped talking and Chloe looked at Clark knowingly. Then she grabbed a surprised Pete by the hand and said, "Dance with me Petey!"
The two headed off to the dance area leaving Clark and Lana alone. At first they just sat in companionable silence. Then he noticed that she was looking at him oddly. Clark remembered the days when he had been crushing on this beautiful girl and realized that all his dreams and fantasies had never gone beyond a sweet, chaste kiss. She had been a safe preoccupation because she was forever out of reach. Lana made some comment about the party and Clark responded inanely.
After making small talk for a few minutes Clark asked, "So, what was up with Chloe going mental on you the other day?"
"I am not at liberty to discuss it," she responded, giggling. She was acting very strangely. Suddenly he realized he hadn't seen Lex in a while. "Excuse me. I need to find Lex and . . . um. . . ask him something," he said.
"Ahhhh," she nodded as though he'd just told her he'd discovered the cure for cancer. "Good luck then."
"Thanks," he said uncertainly. With one last perplexed look he wandered off to look for Lex.
After checking the den, kitchen, hallway, and Lex's bedroom, Clark decided he must be hiding in the closet. At this point he couldn't blame him. The place was crowded with loud, crazy, dancing teenagers. He began checking closets one by one. When he opened the door to the coat closet in the foyer the sight that met his eyes left him speechless. There were Chloe and Pete locked in a tight embrace and completely oblivious to his presence. After staring for a full minute, mouth open in shock, he shook his head and closed the door. When the hell had that happened?
His friends didn't usually make out in closets. In fact he distinctly remembered Chloe making fun of kids who went to makeout parties. He had always disagreed with her, thinking that there was definite appeal at the thought of making out in a closet.
Looking around at the other guests he realized that everyone was acting a bit odd, almost hyper. If he didn't know better he'd say they were drunk. Lex had forbidden alcohol from being brought to the party, but maybe someone brought something and spiked the punch. That would explain why he wasn't feeling the effects everyone else seemed to be. It must be the punch. He had to find Lex and let him know. If he was hiding in a closet he might not realize what was happening.
Just then there was a break between songs. He heard the familiar voice shouting something and decided that Lex must need help calming people down. He headed into the den and saw Lex standing with a group of teenagers. "Hey Lex!" he said only to be drowned out as the next song came on. It was Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar on Me. As he heard the opening notes Lex's face lit up. He started to dance along with the other partygoers.
"Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?"
Clark was even more shocked at the sight of Lex gyrating. . . yes gyrating. . . than he'd been to find Chloe and Pete in the closet. He immediately decided that Lex must be just as drunk as the rest of his friends. 'He must have had A LOT of punch. His tolerance is much higher than any of these kids.' The thought that Lex was trashed both amused and disturbed him. On the one hand this was sure to be a most interesting few hours. On the other, he was the only sober person at a party full of drunks. He prayed that no one called the cops. He didn't want Lex to get in trouble because one of his stupid friends spiked the punch.
The sight of Lex slapping his leather clad thighs and repeatedly thrusting his pelvis forward in time to the music brought Clark very forcefully back to the moment at hand. 'Perhaps this isn't such a bad party after all,' he thought. He stared openly at Lex's body as he danced figuring everyone was too drunk to notice the rather innappropriate reaction.
Clark watched as Lex slid his hands down his cheeks and on to his neck leaning his head back and closing his eyes. His hands continued their journey, pausing to rub in circles over his nipples before sliding over tight abs and continuing lower to wrap palms on inner thighs as Lex continued to thrust his hips. This had the effect of framing the very hard bulge that Clark knew was going to inspire him for years to come. The hands continued over the smooth leather to cup Lex's beautiful ass and squeeze.
Clark let out a groan and reached down to squeeze his own erection none-too-gently while attempting to picture his parents having sex. And he was down to half mast. Though effective Clark thought that image might actually end up causing him permanent impotence and vowed never to use it again.
Just when he thought he could handle anything after what Lex had just done, Lex let out a yell and climbed up on the mahogany bar amid cheers of "Lex! Lex! Lex!" Lex continued to dance provocatively and Clark was torn between enjoyment and shock. Then he noticed Lex toying with the edges of his sweater, lifting it teasingly and letting it drop back down again. He realized what Lex was about to do and amended his earlier "never" to "only in the event of an emergency." He was pretty sure this was going to be a full scale conflagration.
Lex finally slid the sweater off sensuously and began twirling it over his head like a professional. Clark had unconsciously moved forward toward the bar as Lex danced. He saw Lex's eyes light on him and suddenly felt the sweater land on his head. As he grabbed the sweater and pulled it down off his head he inhaled deeply aching at the smell that was soooo. . . Lex. 'What the Hell,' he thought, 'If you can't beat 'em join 'em.'
Lex was rubbing his hands over his bare chest and stomach while singing the lyrics to the cheering crowd.
"I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah."
(Clark thought about licking every hot, sticky inch of Lex from head to feet)
"Listen! Red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up
You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little more"
(If Lex teased anymore Clark would come in his pants)
Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah"
(Clark heard the words "innocent farmboy" reverberating through his head)
"You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cos I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my feet
Do you take sugar? One lump or two?"
Clark rolled up his sleeves and loosened his collar. It was incredibly, unbearably hot in that room. He realized that Lex was barefoot and shirtless wearing only the tight leather pants and wished he could make everyone around them disappear. Any attempt to picture his parents went right out the window.
He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.
Lex jumped off the bar and danced his way over to Clark. Clark finished unbuttoning his shirt, slid it off and threw it at Lex who caught it and wrapped it around his neck.
For a moment Clark felt terrible. He was about to take advantage of his best friend's very inebriated state. Then he decided he didn't care. He had wanted Lex so badly for so long and suddenly here was the answer. He shuddered at the feel of Lex's hand on his naked chest. Then Lex was in his arms, leaning into him and groaning. Clark reveled in the feel of Lex's skin against his own until he realized that Lex had passed out in his arms. A tortured Clark carried the unconscious Lex upstairs while his classmates, unaware of the man's incoherence, cheered him on.
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Clark finished searching the house and sat down in the den shoving plates and empty soda cans off the couch to clear a spot. Thank god Lex had servants who would come back in the morning to clean up this huge mess. He was not in the mood.
He had driven carload after carload of drunken teenagers to their respective homes using his superspeed to return to the mansion for the next group. They were all surprisingly docile though he worried about what those still at the party were up to. He had no one else to help him though. Lex was passed out in his bed and Chloe and Pete were still in the hall closet the last time he'd checked. Nobody was in any condition to drive or babysit either.
He sure as hell couldn't ask for his parents' help. If they found out about this they'd never let him near Lex again. His last trip had been to take Chloe and Pete home after ungluing them from each other. He took a deep breath and looked down at his bare chest. He was still shirtless because Lex had wadded up the blue silk and buried his face in it like it was a pillow. He refused to let go of it so Clark gave up. He had still been too hot for a shirt anyway.
The first thing he had done after putting Lex to bed, which had been around 11:30, was to find a quiet room and call his parents asking their permission to spend the night at the mansion. They agreed figuring it would be late when the party ended. Now it was 2 a.m., which was early for a party to be over, but the guests had unknowingly started drinking right when the party started, around 8 p.m.
Clark couldn't imagine who would have spiked the punch. He tried to figure it out for a few minutes but found that he was too exhausted. He retrieved Lex's sweater from under the table where he'd stashed it, put it to his face and breathed deeply of Lex's unique scent, and headed up to the guest room to get some sleep.