Lex had managed to do absolutely nothing all day but somehow this had been the most hectic day in years, and this coming from a man who'd been kidnapped, brainwashed, beaten several times and saved from drowning, all since he'd moved to Smallville. It was only now, as he waited in his study for Laeton to have her bath, that Lex truly realised just how long he'd been out of Metropolis. He swirled the whiskey around in his glass, making the ice chink against the sides like the wind chimes he had over his door when he was a student. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Laeton and he had been at Central Metropolis University living it up as only two hideously wealthy kids can , but it was just a couple of years ago. He had thought that life was behind him; he'd stopped the drugs, the sex, the tantrums. He loved his cousin but she was the only other person who truly understood to what extent the Luthor fortune had had to stretch during his years at college; she knew because the same liberty had to be extended for her too. Where any other knowing parties could be bought off or bumped off, Laeton was family and she would always know his secrets.

'Am I interrupting you, Lexy?' Laeton stood leaning against the door jamb, hands loosely clutching the towel that hung dangerously low, threatening to drop and reveal the wet body that it was supposed to be concealing. Lex knew Laeton well enough to know that the towel would never drop, that she had simply perfected the art of making him wish that it would. He tried to disguise his nervous gulp by swigging some whiskey. God, his family was weird.

'Not at all. Drink?' Lex didn't wait for Laeton to answer but stood, empty glass in hand, and headed over to the bar.

'Do I make you nervous, Lex? You've avoided looking me in the eye since I got here.' Suddenly Laeton seemed grown up again and the question was a genuine query rather than a sulk. Lex poured two glasses of whiskey and headed back to his chair, which creaked as he sat. He downed the contents of one glass and tilted the other in Laeton's direction before returning it to his moth and gently biting on the rim. Laeton padded towards him, her bare, damp feet sticking to the parquet floor with a slapping sound that made Lex very aware of her wet state as she folded into his lap like a child, clinging to her glass. Lex dipped his nose into her hair, the scent of coconut oil and sand taking him somewhere far away from Smallville, somewhere with Clark.

'Who's Clark?' Lex froze. He hadn't groaned the boy's name out loud, he was sure of it.

'Uncle Lionel mentioned something about a farm kid called Clark. He said you were going away for the weekend.

Lex didn't show his relief, instead, he stiffened against Laeton with a smirk that she could hear rather than see.

'Sounds to me like you've got all of the details.' Laeton leaned closer into Lex, her chin practically resting on his shoulder, her breath burning his ears. This time Lex had no whiskey left to disguise the gulp or the faltering of his breathing as Laeton unhooked the empty glass from his hand that dangled over the side of the chair and stretched to rest it on the table beside her own, still full glass. Lex tried not to watch as her towel rose up at the bottom but old habits die hard and Laeton had always been the hardest.

'It's not serious is it? I thought we were out of this phase.' Lex would have been offended but his cousin had decided to straddle him and was now fingering the collar button of his purple shirt.

'We are out of it. The boy's just a friend. He saved...uungh!' The sentence halted into a groan as Laeton pushed all of her weight against the excitement that Lex had been trying to conceal. Laeton mimicked him, biting her lip and grinning as she damply slid herself up the legs of Lex's suit trousers and right up to his stomach.

'So this is all for me then?' It was more of a whisper to herself than a question to Lex and it too trailed off into a pleasured gasp as she grinded herself against her cousin, her bath soaked thighs clinging to his shirt as her feet had the floor. Lex rested his hands on her towelled hips, guide her body smoothly against himself more deeply.

'Actually, I'm getting married.' The laugh had been accidental but, right now with his cousin humping him the night before he planned to seduce a sixteen year old boy, Lex could see the funny side. Laeton too let out a breathless giggle.

'Who is she? Do I know her?'

'Yes. Very well, actually. It's Victoria. Aaah.' Lex let out an alarmed cry as his cousin rammed against him in protest. He couldn't be completely sure if the cry was out of pain or pleasure but Laeton wasn't about to give him enough time to figure it out. She shoved herself against him more roughly than before.

'Hardtits?' Lex tried to say 'Hardwycke' but all that escaped his lips were short, rough pants and a few stifled cries.

'You've got to be fucking me!' Lex chuckled.

'Actually fucking you would be illegal.' Laeton either didn't hear Lex's joke or chose to ignore it.

'How could you, Lex? She's a bitch! I'm very disappointed in you!' Lex wasn't listening anymore. All that he could do was nod and groan in agreement with his cousin who more or less had him over a barrel right now.

'Anyway, I don't care. You and I are going to have fun this weekend. Just...like...old...times.' Laeton's breath came quick and fast as her writhing increased speed. Le'x hands pulled her hard against himself making her pound against him. He had always liked it rough and this was as close as either of them would ever dare get to actually having sex. Somehow, a thought slipped into his mind as he agreed with Laeton that this weekend should be theirs.

'But Clark!'

'Fuck Clark and get it over with.' This was what Lex had been afraid of. He'd barely even mentioned the Kent boy in front of his cousin yet she immediately knew his intentions, and had probably known all day.

'I'm not attracted to him.'

'Bullshit, I know. I heard how you said his name, like you wished he were with you now. You've just got me, Lexy.'

'I don't love Clark!'

'Clark again? God, I'm already starting to hate this kid.' Their thoughts were interrupted by the voices of both of their parents heading out of the salon. Laeton ground against Lex faster, holding a finger to his lips to warn him from making any loud noises. Lex pulled her hotly towards himself, whipping her head back and holding a hand tightly over her mouth at an angle that could not have been comfortable. He was close and so was she, he could feel her heating up, speeding up and he wanted to be in control when it happened. So, holding her neck back, he pounded into her, all the while listening to their parents chatting.

'Shall we go say goodnight to the young one?' Somehow not even the sound of Lionel's smug voice could stop Lex and he half wanted to get caught practically fucking his cousin. Lionel with fume out of pure jealousy

'No, leave them be. Night kids!' Laeton and Lex managed to adequately reply as Lutrice ushered her brother up the stairs. Neither cousin has realised that they had both been holding their breaths until it burst out of them in a quivering torrent of orgasm. Lex tightened his grip on his cousin's mouth as she slumped in his arms, her wet hair hanging loose out of the bun that she had tied, her knees releasing the lock that they had on Lex's ribs.

'I'm surprised you didn't call me Clark as you came.'

'Go to bed, Laeton.' As she slipped out of the room, miraculously still wearing the towel, Laeton poked her tongue out at Lex and whipped up the stairs before the cushion that Lex sent after her could reach. It was as if the last few years had never happened and they were just a couple of young Luthors with no responsibilities again. Lex slumped back into his chair feeling refreshingly filthy and unwholesome. He'd been in this little town for too long. If Clark had known the dirty, Metropolis side of Lex, they'd have been fucking once a day by now, and twice on Sunday. Well, it would be Sunday in one more night.