Chapter Five

Clark lay awake, tossing, hot under the covers and over the covers and even naked. His mind was just mulling over too much and it wasn't allowing him to sleep. Though he and Lana had no intentions of persuing anything past the kiss, it had been a damn good kiss. He was a male after all, a teenager and everything was hormonal. Though he prefered another form, her softness was nice and her breasts pressing against his chest had been a great sensation. Had she not pushed him away, he might have copped a feel.

This was after all a new him. The possibilities were endless.

He turned over again in his bed, unable to sleep with so much on his mind. He wanted Lex, would like to have sex with Lana, loved Lex, hated Vicky, wanted to be with Lex...

His brain was like a broken record and his erection was so hard it was uncomfortable, but everytime he tried to do something about it he got an image of Lex with Vicky. Lex's hands on her body. Lex's mouth on hers, Lex tasting her skin, her mouth on Lex's long, hard-

"Fuck this." He ripped off the covers and got dressed. He left the house and sped over to Lex's all the while thinking this was a very bad idea.

He stopped in front of the gate and used his x-ray vision to find Lex's bedroom. He wasn't in it. Clark felt a little better, but tried not to get his hopes up. Both Lex and Vicky were the types to go ahead and have sex wherever they damn well felt like it.

Not in the bathroom, or the foyer, or the kitchen. Garage? Nope.

He kept looking until finally he laid eyes on Lex's study. And he should have checked there first. They were on the pool table. For some reason this angered him worse than the bedroom would have. That was his fantasy. How many times had he played pool with Lex and imagined him stalking over to the other boy, tossing him on top and ravaging him until every last nerve ending sung?

But still, it was Lex half naked and he couldn't tear his eyes away. He watched as Vicky, on the bottom, took Lex's shirt the rest of the way off. Clark's breath became ragged as he saw all the smooth, porcelin skin. Skin he'd dreamt of touching, of running his tongue over as Lex squirmed beneath him, begging for me. Anger burned in the pit of his stomach as Victoria ran her nails down Lex's sides, turning the wan skin pink in rows.

He leaned his head on the rails and gripped them with his hands, trying to calm himself. All Lex was wearing were his slacks. Victoria was already naked. They are talking and Clark tuned in his ears too, missing them here and there but finally finding just the right level.

"-dinner."

"I know."

Lex kissed the valley between her breasts.

"You don't want me do you?"

Lex ground into her and Clark panted. Lex was so sensual. "What does it feel like?"

"That doesn't mean you want me. You're different tonight. You're..."

"What?"

"Different. What is it?"

Lex shrugged. "Does it matter?"

Vicky said nothing, instead dipping her hand past the waistband of his pants.

Clark wanted to run in there and pop Vicky's head off like some sort of Deranged Brit Barbie Doll, but he couldn't stop looking at Lex. He loved the boy's reaction. Eyes shut, hips pushing forward, strong back muscles flexing.

"You're different," Vicky whispered.

"So you keep saying."

"What's the matter?"

"I don't like you," Lex said, eyes still shut.

"You never have."

"And still you're here."

Clark didn't understand why Lex would be having sex on a pool table in his study with a women he would openly admit not liking while having said sex. And to her, not someone else.

"But you've never pretended I was someone else before either."

Clark's heart raced. Was Lana right?

Lex's eyes had opened to that. "You want the old Lex? Fine."

He backhanded Vicky hard across the face and Clark felt at odds, wondering what would make Lex lose his cool and hit a woman and cheering for him- until Vicky moaned. "Yeah!"

"Shut up, bitch." Lex's hand went to Vicky's throat. "You want this? Huh?"

She nodded shakily and gasped.

"Unzip my slacks."

Clark turned away, not able to stomach the rest. While the domination thing was really hot, Lex's eyes had cooled off. He didn't seem into it at all and Clark felt horrible for Lex. He wanted so much to be able to touch Lex and give him what he wanted.

Before he knew what was wrong, he was at Chloe's. It was easily one in the morning, but Lana was sitting on the couch, reading something. All the lights were off except for the one small reading lamp next to her.

Clark had to do something to get his mind off of Lex and telling Lana the truth about himself seemed just that. He promised her he would, and this seemed like the perfect time. He tapped on the window, not wanting to awake and attract Chloe or Gabe to this. Lana looked up from her book and seemed startled to see him. He crooked his finger and she got up. A second later she was opening the door for him.

"I just came over-" He stopped when she blushed and looked away. "What?"

She coughed. "You're, uh, excitement, Clark."

"Wha-" His erection. "Shit." He took his flannel over-shirt off and bunched it in his hands in front of his pants. "Listen, I made a promise to you that I would tell you the truth and I want to."

"Right now?"

He nodded.

"But you're- you know."

He shrugged. "I can explain that in more detail when I explain everything else."

"Lex?"

"Partly."

She looked down at the porch. "Me?"

"Yeah, you too," he said quietly. This truth thing came easier than he thought, and it just kept getting easier. It was nice to be able to just say everything. He liked it.

"You know, it seems like a waste to-"

She stopped talking and he realized why. She wanted him right then and she didn't know how to get it across. She was trying to hit on him. He bent down to kiss her lightly.

"You don't love me," he said when he pulled back.

"Not like you used to want me to."

"And I don't love you. Not that way."

She looked at him, face red from embarassment, but she didn't look down. "Do you want to come upstairs?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

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