A/N: Thanks to Theoriginalflame, EscapeToCity, lizack, MRP1, Kyra2, and
FairySpirit for the reviews. Also this is not even near being done. I write
when the inspiration strikes me so I have a couple of later chapters
finished, but can't post them until I get the stuff in between written. I
wrote this chapter in one sitting and it took me three hours, but I was
inspired.
Chapter 6- Hide and Seek
Lex knew he had pushed things too far when Clark took off, but he was sure he could catch up with the boy easily. He ran out to the parking lot of the Talon, but there was no sign of Clark or his truck. He slid into the Ferrari and raced after his friend expecting to catch him easily. He would find some way to make Clark listen to what he had to say.
He made it all the way to the Kent farm with no trace of Clark. The boy must have broken records speeding home considering how fast Lex had been speeding in the Ferrari. He climbed out of the car and was approaching the house when an irate Jonathan Kent appeared holding a shotgun aimed straight at Lex and looking like something out of his nightmares.
"Leave Luthor. Now. I don't know what you did to my son, but I have a pretty good guess. You're not welcome here. If you don't leave immediately I won't hesitate to shoot you. Just give me a reason."
Lex put his hands up and backed slowly toward his car. Jonathan did not follow him, but stood his ground, keeping the gun trained on Lex. Obviously, he was not going to get to talk to Clark today. Maybe once the boy had had a chance to calm down. He climbed in the Ferrari and drove back to the castle at a perfectly legal speed. He cursed himself repeatedly for having been so stupid. He should never have played games with Clark like that. He was just so adorable when he blushed. Damn. He was going to find a way to fix this whatever it took.
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It was Thursday. It had been three days since he'd heard from Clark. Lex thought that was enough time to cool off. It was time to try calling. Mrs. Kent answered the phone and sounded surprisingly happy to hear his voice. She told him apologetically that Clark was not at home and though Lex could hear the lie in her voice he could not blame her. "Just tell him I called and that I'm sorry, ok? He doesn't seem to want to give me a chance to tell him myself."
"I'll tell him. I-," she sighed frustratedly, "Don't worry Lex. Things will work out. Kent men are stubborn as Hell, but they do what's right in the end."
"Thank you Mrs. Kent." Lex was truly touched by her concern and by the fact that she didn't automatically blame him for Clark being upset, even though it really was his fault this time.
"Please, call me Martha."
"Thanks, Martha." Lex was smiling in spite of himself. Something about Kents just gave him the warm fuzzies (and wouldn't his father keel over at the idea of a Luthor using the term warm fuzzies). Well, two out of three anyway.
After hanging up the phone he decided to try working on reports for his father. However, after reading the same paragraph four times and not absorbing any of it he put aside his work and stared off into space thinking of ways to make Clark listen to him.
He did not get much accomplished on that front because most of these plans involved tying Clark to a chair (pole, bed, other object of choice here) and the image of Clark tied up was not conducive to any kind of rational thought.
He had just unzipped his pants and pulled out his aching cock when the door was pushed open. He had just enough time to yank his jacket off the back of his chair and into his lap vowing to kill whoever was walking in unannounced.
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Clark had spent the last three days thinking about Lex. He went to school, came home, did chores, ate dinner with his parents and didn't remember a damn bit of it. For the first few hours after leaving the Talon Clark was in panic mode. How in the name of god was he going to be able to look Lex in the eye again? He had no explanation for why Lex had slept with his shirt and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't think of one. At least not one that wasn't as lame as adrenaline or hand delivered junk mail.
After falling into an exhausted sleep he woke at 4 a.m. feeling like shit. He imagined this was what a hangover felt like. He showered and felt so guilty about adding more lies to the ones he already had to tell Lex that he couldn't even jerk off while he did so. The shower did little to make him feel better. He didn't even feel like moving. It was possible he never would again.
He crawled back into bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about how out of control his life had gotten. He was a gay teenage alien who was in love with and trying to molest on a regular basis his best friend who he was also lying to about once a week and who seemed to have a disturbing gravitational pull for all creatures meteor effected. Which was of course why he was like some sort of black hole for Clark. One day Clark was going to lose it and just let himself get sucked in by that Lexian gravity and god help anyone who got in the way. Including Lex himself. That would be bad. Something had to give before that happened.
Clark knew there was no way Lex was going to let him get away with lame excuses this time. The rest of the time he knew Lex let it go, accepted his explanations for the lies that they were, and moved on because this secret was BIG. And while Clark thought that it was very possible that his being in love with Lex was bigger and more life altering than his being an alien he didn't think Lex would think so. He was pretty sure that Lex would just think he was a perv.
So he could tell the lame lie and refuse to admit that it was anything but and never be able to look Lex in the face again. Or he could avoid Lex for the rest of his life and maybe convince his parents to let him move in with relatives in another state for the rest of high school. Or he could tell Lex the truth. All three choices pretty much guaranteed that he would lose Lex. But the bottom line was that Lex deserved the truth. The whole truth and nothing but. It was pretty sad that it had taken him this long to see that you didn't call someone your best friend and then lie to his face about the most important parts of you. No matter what your parents said.
Today then. This was it. The whole world was about to change. He closed his eyes and imagined telling Lex the truth and having Lex say it was ok, he was forgiven, and oh by the way can I fuck your brains out on my pool table? He wrapped his hand around his cock and lost himself in the fantasy because he was pretty sure this was the last time he would be able to jerk off thinking about Lex. After today it would just hurt too much.
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Clark left the house before his parents woke up. He had done his chores and he was still wired; on edge. He wanted to crawl out of his own skin. He needed to run. So he did. He ended up in New Jersey. It took him two hours and he was missing school, but he felt better. He ate a ton of breakfast at Denny's. Then he decided to aim for the coast, see the ocean before his life went to hell.
He ran to South Carolina and dug his bare toes in the sand. Watched the waves breaking on the shore and thought maybe he would come here tonight after he told Lex the truth. Watching the ocean was like being in church. He thought if the face of God could be seen anywhere it would be here.
After what seemed like forever he ran back to Kansas.
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"Clark!" Lex exclaimed as he watched the boy walk into his study. Of all the times for him to decide he wanted to let Lex apologize. Lex squirmed a bit in his chair and tried to tell his rather exposed cock that now was REALLY not a good time.
"Lex," Clark stared at his feet for a moment before looking at Lex. Lex who was looking rather uncomfortable and sitting stiffly upright in his chair. Right. Lex was weirded out by him. Not a surprise. He could do this. Like ripping off a band-aid quick, quick and the sting would be gone or so Chloe had told him.
"Clark, please, sit. What can I do for you?" And Lex was back to looking all kinds of comfortable the way he always did even when dealing with meteor mutants or his father.
Clark sat. Looked at Lex. Saw the Luthor mask slip for a split second and thought that Lex was trying hard not to laugh. Wow. Lex was laughing at him. This was worse than he thought it would be. 'Think band-aids Clark.' He took a deep breath.
"I have something to tell you Lex."
"OK. Go right ahead." Lex was starting to sound a little strung out and high pitched. He was starting to FEEL a little strung out too. He felt like his head was going to explode and oh sweet Jesus that was NOT what he meant, but why the hell not. He was two seconds from bursting into uncontrollable laughter as it was. Why not make it worse. His dick was out and hard as a rock under his jacket and he had a glass-topped desk and Clark was about to admit that he wanted Lex and wasn't he well prepared. Just whip off the jacket and give Clark an eyeful and oh god that was it.
"I'm an alien," said Clark. Lex burst out laughing. Tried to breathe. Clark clenched his hands into fists and tried not to cry. Lex finally registered what Clark had said and stopped laughing abruptly. His jaw dropped and he gaped at Clark.
"Wow. You're an alien. That. . . explains a lot." That was not at all what Lex had been expecting to hear. He'd been expecting a different confession, but he could work with this.
Clark looked at Lex. Lex looked at Clark. Clark thought maybe Lex was in shock. Lex thought this was a moment that maybe called for him getting up and moving next to Clark's chair and patting his shoulder and telling him that it was actually a pretty big turn on that Clark was an alien. And then maybe bending him over the desk and fucking him just to prove the point. Who knew he had a kink for aliens? Well, alien. Not plural, just the one.
"Clark, I have something to tell you. Actually a couple of things."
"OK. Go right ahead," he said borrowing Lex's words.
"Number one: I was in the loft on Saturday and I saw you jerking off."
"What?! Oh God Lex. I can explain." Clark jerked forward in the chair.
"Number two: when you walked in here today I was just about to jerk off and I only had time to cover up with my jacket, which is why I haven't moved from this chair."
Clark gaped at Lex, nearly came in his pants, and then said the first thing that came to his mind. "You've been sitting here with your dick out this whole time?"
"Yeah. I didn't know whether to laugh or come."
A shiver ran down Clark's spine at the thought of Lex coming for *him*.
"Can I suck you off?"
"*Fuck* Clark!"
Then suddenly Lex's chair was against the wall and Clark was kneeling between his legs and the jacket was flying across the room. Clark was looking at his cock like it was an ice cream cone and then growled when it jumped at the thought.
"Clark."
"Yeah Lex?"
"I forgot the third thing."
"What third thing?"
"I love you. Always have. Since the moment you brought me back to life."
"Me too. Always," Clark said and then grinned for a moment before swallowing Lex's cock whole.
"Clark!!!!" shouted Lex coming harder than he ever had in his life. So much for that ice cream cone idea. Oh well, another time.
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Chapter 6- Hide and Seek
Lex knew he had pushed things too far when Clark took off, but he was sure he could catch up with the boy easily. He ran out to the parking lot of the Talon, but there was no sign of Clark or his truck. He slid into the Ferrari and raced after his friend expecting to catch him easily. He would find some way to make Clark listen to what he had to say.
He made it all the way to the Kent farm with no trace of Clark. The boy must have broken records speeding home considering how fast Lex had been speeding in the Ferrari. He climbed out of the car and was approaching the house when an irate Jonathan Kent appeared holding a shotgun aimed straight at Lex and looking like something out of his nightmares.
"Leave Luthor. Now. I don't know what you did to my son, but I have a pretty good guess. You're not welcome here. If you don't leave immediately I won't hesitate to shoot you. Just give me a reason."
Lex put his hands up and backed slowly toward his car. Jonathan did not follow him, but stood his ground, keeping the gun trained on Lex. Obviously, he was not going to get to talk to Clark today. Maybe once the boy had had a chance to calm down. He climbed in the Ferrari and drove back to the castle at a perfectly legal speed. He cursed himself repeatedly for having been so stupid. He should never have played games with Clark like that. He was just so adorable when he blushed. Damn. He was going to find a way to fix this whatever it took.
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It was Thursday. It had been three days since he'd heard from Clark. Lex thought that was enough time to cool off. It was time to try calling. Mrs. Kent answered the phone and sounded surprisingly happy to hear his voice. She told him apologetically that Clark was not at home and though Lex could hear the lie in her voice he could not blame her. "Just tell him I called and that I'm sorry, ok? He doesn't seem to want to give me a chance to tell him myself."
"I'll tell him. I-," she sighed frustratedly, "Don't worry Lex. Things will work out. Kent men are stubborn as Hell, but they do what's right in the end."
"Thank you Mrs. Kent." Lex was truly touched by her concern and by the fact that she didn't automatically blame him for Clark being upset, even though it really was his fault this time.
"Please, call me Martha."
"Thanks, Martha." Lex was smiling in spite of himself. Something about Kents just gave him the warm fuzzies (and wouldn't his father keel over at the idea of a Luthor using the term warm fuzzies). Well, two out of three anyway.
After hanging up the phone he decided to try working on reports for his father. However, after reading the same paragraph four times and not absorbing any of it he put aside his work and stared off into space thinking of ways to make Clark listen to him.
He did not get much accomplished on that front because most of these plans involved tying Clark to a chair (pole, bed, other object of choice here) and the image of Clark tied up was not conducive to any kind of rational thought.
He had just unzipped his pants and pulled out his aching cock when the door was pushed open. He had just enough time to yank his jacket off the back of his chair and into his lap vowing to kill whoever was walking in unannounced.
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Clark had spent the last three days thinking about Lex. He went to school, came home, did chores, ate dinner with his parents and didn't remember a damn bit of it. For the first few hours after leaving the Talon Clark was in panic mode. How in the name of god was he going to be able to look Lex in the eye again? He had no explanation for why Lex had slept with his shirt and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't think of one. At least not one that wasn't as lame as adrenaline or hand delivered junk mail.
After falling into an exhausted sleep he woke at 4 a.m. feeling like shit. He imagined this was what a hangover felt like. He showered and felt so guilty about adding more lies to the ones he already had to tell Lex that he couldn't even jerk off while he did so. The shower did little to make him feel better. He didn't even feel like moving. It was possible he never would again.
He crawled back into bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about how out of control his life had gotten. He was a gay teenage alien who was in love with and trying to molest on a regular basis his best friend who he was also lying to about once a week and who seemed to have a disturbing gravitational pull for all creatures meteor effected. Which was of course why he was like some sort of black hole for Clark. One day Clark was going to lose it and just let himself get sucked in by that Lexian gravity and god help anyone who got in the way. Including Lex himself. That would be bad. Something had to give before that happened.
Clark knew there was no way Lex was going to let him get away with lame excuses this time. The rest of the time he knew Lex let it go, accepted his explanations for the lies that they were, and moved on because this secret was BIG. And while Clark thought that it was very possible that his being in love with Lex was bigger and more life altering than his being an alien he didn't think Lex would think so. He was pretty sure that Lex would just think he was a perv.
So he could tell the lame lie and refuse to admit that it was anything but and never be able to look Lex in the face again. Or he could avoid Lex for the rest of his life and maybe convince his parents to let him move in with relatives in another state for the rest of high school. Or he could tell Lex the truth. All three choices pretty much guaranteed that he would lose Lex. But the bottom line was that Lex deserved the truth. The whole truth and nothing but. It was pretty sad that it had taken him this long to see that you didn't call someone your best friend and then lie to his face about the most important parts of you. No matter what your parents said.
Today then. This was it. The whole world was about to change. He closed his eyes and imagined telling Lex the truth and having Lex say it was ok, he was forgiven, and oh by the way can I fuck your brains out on my pool table? He wrapped his hand around his cock and lost himself in the fantasy because he was pretty sure this was the last time he would be able to jerk off thinking about Lex. After today it would just hurt too much.
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Clark left the house before his parents woke up. He had done his chores and he was still wired; on edge. He wanted to crawl out of his own skin. He needed to run. So he did. He ended up in New Jersey. It took him two hours and he was missing school, but he felt better. He ate a ton of breakfast at Denny's. Then he decided to aim for the coast, see the ocean before his life went to hell.
He ran to South Carolina and dug his bare toes in the sand. Watched the waves breaking on the shore and thought maybe he would come here tonight after he told Lex the truth. Watching the ocean was like being in church. He thought if the face of God could be seen anywhere it would be here.
After what seemed like forever he ran back to Kansas.
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"Clark!" Lex exclaimed as he watched the boy walk into his study. Of all the times for him to decide he wanted to let Lex apologize. Lex squirmed a bit in his chair and tried to tell his rather exposed cock that now was REALLY not a good time.
"Lex," Clark stared at his feet for a moment before looking at Lex. Lex who was looking rather uncomfortable and sitting stiffly upright in his chair. Right. Lex was weirded out by him. Not a surprise. He could do this. Like ripping off a band-aid quick, quick and the sting would be gone or so Chloe had told him.
"Clark, please, sit. What can I do for you?" And Lex was back to looking all kinds of comfortable the way he always did even when dealing with meteor mutants or his father.
Clark sat. Looked at Lex. Saw the Luthor mask slip for a split second and thought that Lex was trying hard not to laugh. Wow. Lex was laughing at him. This was worse than he thought it would be. 'Think band-aids Clark.' He took a deep breath.
"I have something to tell you Lex."
"OK. Go right ahead." Lex was starting to sound a little strung out and high pitched. He was starting to FEEL a little strung out too. He felt like his head was going to explode and oh sweet Jesus that was NOT what he meant, but why the hell not. He was two seconds from bursting into uncontrollable laughter as it was. Why not make it worse. His dick was out and hard as a rock under his jacket and he had a glass-topped desk and Clark was about to admit that he wanted Lex and wasn't he well prepared. Just whip off the jacket and give Clark an eyeful and oh god that was it.
"I'm an alien," said Clark. Lex burst out laughing. Tried to breathe. Clark clenched his hands into fists and tried not to cry. Lex finally registered what Clark had said and stopped laughing abruptly. His jaw dropped and he gaped at Clark.
"Wow. You're an alien. That. . . explains a lot." That was not at all what Lex had been expecting to hear. He'd been expecting a different confession, but he could work with this.
Clark looked at Lex. Lex looked at Clark. Clark thought maybe Lex was in shock. Lex thought this was a moment that maybe called for him getting up and moving next to Clark's chair and patting his shoulder and telling him that it was actually a pretty big turn on that Clark was an alien. And then maybe bending him over the desk and fucking him just to prove the point. Who knew he had a kink for aliens? Well, alien. Not plural, just the one.
"Clark, I have something to tell you. Actually a couple of things."
"OK. Go right ahead," he said borrowing Lex's words.
"Number one: I was in the loft on Saturday and I saw you jerking off."
"What?! Oh God Lex. I can explain." Clark jerked forward in the chair.
"Number two: when you walked in here today I was just about to jerk off and I only had time to cover up with my jacket, which is why I haven't moved from this chair."
Clark gaped at Lex, nearly came in his pants, and then said the first thing that came to his mind. "You've been sitting here with your dick out this whole time?"
"Yeah. I didn't know whether to laugh or come."
A shiver ran down Clark's spine at the thought of Lex coming for *him*.
"Can I suck you off?"
"*Fuck* Clark!"
Then suddenly Lex's chair was against the wall and Clark was kneeling between his legs and the jacket was flying across the room. Clark was looking at his cock like it was an ice cream cone and then growled when it jumped at the thought.
"Clark."
"Yeah Lex?"
"I forgot the third thing."
"What third thing?"
"I love you. Always have. Since the moment you brought me back to life."
"Me too. Always," Clark said and then grinned for a moment before swallowing Lex's cock whole.
"Clark!!!!" shouted Lex coming harder than he ever had in his life. So much for that ice cream cone idea. Oh well, another time.
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