Glancing up and down both sides of Smallville's one main street, Clark saw a store that he didn't know existed and it was almost funny how the funky sparkling silver sign reading 'A Touch of Nostalgia' above its main doors seemed to beckon him to enter its warm loving glow and spend lots of money. That place had to have something that Lex would like, if only in a really warped way.
Never being one of those girly guys who liked to shop, Clark had mostly ignored Chloe's comments a month ago about a new 'cool' store opening up where the Greer's old antique store used to be. This was the perfect excuse not to have to go home and find out whether his parents had found out about his excursions into expulsion-hood. It was a nice surprise to change from feeling sorry for himself to having a renewed sense of vigor and to forge ahead with a new plan of gift giving by looking through an assortment of hippy and new age stuff. 'Vintage clothing at its finest.'
Pete had said to him one time, 'Lex would go ape-shit if you gave him bobble-headed Elvis and Marilyn Monroe figurines for his birthday.' Of course, he'd disagreed at the time; Lex would have found it highly amusing to say the least. Time for plan B had come: buy Lex a gift. For the sheer pleasure of it was enough of a reason to do so and any added benefits that would come after was just vanilla ice cream on top of Tiramisu cake.
Gliding through the store whose only cashier had pink and green hair, Clark marveled at the choice of lava lamps. There were simply too many colors and styles to choose from. 'And are lava lamps even in right now?' Touching the heated glass Clark quickly nixed that idea even though Lex seemed to really like the color purple. Shivering at the reminder of purple water he walked down a different aisle filled with cartoon character memorabilia. The Simpsons, Scooby-Doo, Care Bears, and Betty Boop either grinned or seemed to smirk at him as he walked past them.
Sorting through a couple of decks of cards with vintage cars pictured on the front of them Clark pondered about what would be the most unique thing to get. He wanted it to be something that would make Lex instantly happy. Maybe happy enough to even give him a big hug and kiss… he doubted that the store sold wedding bands and last he'd checked Lex was still a man, so that idea was highly improbable. Happy. He wanted to see Lex smile at him with love in his eyes, because his gift was just so darn sweet and thoughtful and maybe Lex would even give him a big hug and kiss…
"Can I help you with anything?" The young girl appeared more interested in her black fingernails than him.
Clark politely replied, "I'm just looking."
Turning and striding away from him, Clark inattentively watched her goth-like body disappear into one of the back rooms. Relaxing, he was relieved to be alone again.
After a few minutes of browsing, he was downhearted that nothing had come even close to the feeling that it was the one. In a last ditch attempt, he sifted through a rack of mostly bland looking T-shirts, rolling his eyes at pictures of rock stars and comic book characters, maybe if one of them could have had a 'Warrior Angel' on it he would have gotten it, but nope. Just his luck. A bunch did have either slightly offensive or warped funny sayings on them. The one that him almost laugh at how morbid it simply was said, 'Don't piss me off, I'm running out of places to hide the bodies.' What was with all the doom and gloom anyway? One white on black slogan caught his eye and after reading it over and over, Clark began to really like the idea and the truth about him and Lex that was imbedded into it. Deciding that this would make if not perfect at least an interesting gift, Clark took it off its hanger and brought it to the front counter.
Buying some tinfoil looking wrapping paper as well, Clark asked the girl for a square box in which he rolled up the shirt and stuffed it inside. Using very little tape, she acted like the stuff was gold when he'd asked for some, Clark finished off the look of a flawless and normal appearing gift.
Grinning shamelessly, Clark began the long walk to the Luthor Mansion. He didn't actually walk the whole way, but was quite content to stroll along for the first twenty minutes or so thinking about what he would say and do after Lex read what was on the shirt.
After entering the mansion as sneakily as a cat-burglar, Clark couldn't help feeling super-excited. Of course, he still let Lex know in good time that he was there. Scaring his friend into dumping another mug-full of coffee would be a big no-no.
"What can I do for you today, Clark?"
"I got you a present." Clark held out the silver box smiling madly at his friend, who was on the other side of the room.
They were in Lex's main office room as usual, and unfortunately Lex was currently wearing the FBI wire taped to his chest. Clark felt a surge of anger at it ever having to be there at all. That immoral Lionel Luthor will rot in jail if Clark had any future say in it. Lex's skin should be free of that device and of any clothing altogether. The velvety looking black shirt made him appear too vulnerable and pale.
Mystified Lex came over quite close to him before reaching out to tentatively touch the box.
"What's the occasion?" His friend's blue eyes shone with interest.
"Happy Unbirthday!" Clark grinned even wider, which was quite an accomplishment. "Open it."
Feeling like he was going to burst with anticipation, Clark tossed it towards Lex a little too fast.
Grabbing the silver bullet-like projectile with both hands, Lex gracefully handled it while staring at the box like he was the one with x-ray vision.
"Come on. It's not gonna bite you, hard." Clark laughed at Lex's suspicious expression.
"Well I'm glad you told me that. I should go find my mesh glove." His friend actually started to walk away from him.
Clark opened his mouth to complain when he heard a rustling of paper and ripping of tape. Suddenly, he felt a rush of anxiety as Lex tugged at the tightly bunched material inside the too small box. 'Oh God, this was a bad idea. Why did I think it was a good one when it's absolutely the worst thing ever?'
Still with his strong back facing him, Lex now had the T-shirt spread wide open in front of himself where Clark could see the edges of the large white letters showing just above and to the sides of Lex's still form. Clark heard the box carelessly drop to the floor followed by the silver paper as his friend sucked in a breath of air. The slogan read: 'I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.'
"What the hell is the meaning of this?" Lex sounded absolutely livid in his typical passive aggressive way.
Clark nervously rattled off, "I wanted to do something nice for you and thought that you'd like a gift. So, I looked in the new store by the Talon and they had tons of stuff that was cool but not quite right for you. But then, I saw this shirt and I don't know for some strange reason it just seemed to fit just because..."
"Fit what? Are you trying to say that this represents something about you and me? You do know what it says, right? It's not like you grabbed the wrong one by mistake?" Lex turned around to show Clark the T-shirt holding it less than a foot away from his face. "To me this would seem to be about something of particular significance, please let me know if I'm wrong in my assumption."
Standing and staring at each other in a way that mimicked a western showdown, Clark lost the contest of wills and looked away first.
'What did it mean?' It had seemed kinda funny at the time and the saying had reminded Clark that practically since his first meeting with Lex, his friend had in a way been stalking him. Secretly investigating him, following him around, and showing up uninvited really could have been interpreted that way, especially since Lex had been an absolutely complete stranger in the very beginning and had then acted like they were suddenly best friends three days later. Clark had happily gone along with the whole notion of instant friendship. The word bizarre barely covered that whole concept.
Outright telling Lex that he thought his friend was stalking him would be an extremely unwise proposition. And answering soon before the silent fury, which was radiating off of Lex in waves, turned into a vicious outburst would be the best available option. Clark knew by now that truth and justice often meant the same thing to Lex.
Turning his head to look straight into Lex's gaze, Clark calmly spoke in an even and affectionate voice, "I've willingly given in."
"You've-" Still tightly holding onto the offensive T-Shirt, Lex stopped his sentence and stared at Clark like he'd gone insane. At least, he no longer looked like he wanted to chop Clark's head off. Narrowing his eyes with a touch of concern, Lex approached him with caution. "Are you feeling all right?"
"Yes." Starting to accept the idea that he had indeed given in to Lex's charms, Clark smiled a bit, "I'm feeling perfectly normal. Scouts honor."
"I heard that someone vandalized your school's water supply a few hours ago." Lex continued to look thoughtfully at him, absently playing with one of the black shirt's sleeves. "You didn't get near any of the contaminated water did you?"
Clark felt another stab of guilt, "Oh that, it was nothing. And no… I didn't." Knowing how perceptive Lex was, Clark had to find a way to avoid that uncomfortable subject. Plus, any excuse to get closer to Lex was a good one.
No longer able to hold himself back from making physical contact with his friend, Clark leaned over and gave Lex a slightly more than just friendly hug. Lex reacted slowly by lightly patting his back as Clark persistently held onto him. Groaning, he whispered into Lex's ear, "I can't believe how much I've missed this. God, you smell so good." Clark didn't want to ever let go as he began to open mouth the side of Lex's neck under his left ear.
Lex froze beneath his arms, "Let go of me."
Almost whining he said, "Why, have I done something wrong?" Inhaling a deep, smooth smell of his friend was becoming almost as addictive as wanting to touch him.
Sighing, Lex stated, "You do know that sometimes when you open your mouth the most tactless things tend to come out of it, and I despise it when you later pull your I'm so innocent act. In addition, your touching and breathing are getting a little too intimate for my tastes." Pushing Clark away, Lex absently rubbed his shoulder where Clark had been leaning his chin. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were on something."
"I am not!" Clark wanted to sulk at the insult. It wasn't his fault that red kryptonite drastically changed his personality. Keeping his mouth shut from saying anything else that might make Lex even more upset, he tried to think of something that would convey to Lex that his feelings were real.
Lex glanced down at what he was still holding. Grimacing, he threw the T-shirt a few feet away in disgust before tensely replying, "Look, I've had a long day and if you want something please let me know what it is, because I'm not in the mood for anymore surprises at the moment."
'That stung.' Not thinking too much about what did come out of his mouth next, Clark hoped to say something that would appease his friend, "I- I- want you." Clark desperately tried to expressively show how important that was for the both of them by once again making a tentative approach towards Lex. He knew that Lex loved him so why was his friend acting so obtuse?
Waiting a moment for Clark to say something else, Lex frowned, obviously quite aggravated and impatient, before asking, "You want me to do what?"
"Nothing, I just want- no I need you to be you." Clark hated how complicated this had to be. Brainwashing would be such a great power right about now. 'Why is Lex being so negative?' Pointing at Lex's chest, Clark accusingly said, "I wish you weren't wearing that damn thing. I feel like I'm speaking to an audience of strangers."
"It's turned off." Backing away, Lex peered at him suspiciously, "You make it sound like you're either psychic or you can see through my clothes."
Thank God. In a way, the FBI wire had been bothering him. But it wasn't like it mattered that much to him in the long run away, because no-one in uniform would come knocking on his door tomorrow morning no matter what.
It was time again. Time to: 'Lather, rinse and repeat'
"Surprise! You're wearing sexy tight black underwear with striped grey and blue socks." Clark went from staring at Lex's crotch to looking further down at his friend's expensive leather shoes.
Lex ignored his confirmation that he could indeed see through his clothes, "For the last time, what is this really all about?"
Clark finally got it. Lex couldn't believe, or didn't want to, that Clark was actually coming on to him in such an obvious manner. True, if this hadn't been freaky Friday Clark would have been here asking Lex to do something fun with him Saturday like originally planned and originally accomplished then he would most likely leave Lex alone and go home. Because that's all he'd ever really did with Lex was ask for things- want stuff. And, there would have been absolutely no touching or statements of devotion in any way. If he had done anything like that towards Lex, Clark would have thought that he'd gone nuts himself. How could he blame Lex for looking at him like he'd come from some bizarro world? Then again, it hurt seeing that look and Clark would do anything to be able to hold his friend's hand again and kiss him like they were more than just friends.
"Honestly, I thought I'd already told you." Picking up the abandoned black shirt, Clark spoke with sincerity, "I wanted to see you and I thought it would be fun to buy you a gift to make you happy. What I meant when I said that 'I've willingly given in' is that I'm in love with you…"
As Lex stood before Clark stone still, his eyes widened in shock and Clark could see his friend's hands turn even paler as his fists clenched tighter together. Seemingly at a loss of what to say, Lex's jaw silently twitched with agitation.
"This isn't easy for me either you know, it's not like I do something this- this impulsive everyday. And, I'm sorry about that. Really, I'm just kinda bad at expressing myself sometimes, I guess." Going off on a rambling rant wasn't the greatest way to woo someone.
"You do realize that this is coming completely out of nowhere. I don't remember doing any romantic courting with you lately for you to suddenly come to this rather peculiar epiphany about us."
"Well, you're right there." Beginning to pace, Clark felt a cold sweat over take him. 'This just wasn't going well at all.' What if he died tomorrow for good, and the last memory he had of Lex was being aloof and bitter towards him? "You don't remember doing anything. But this is Smallville wall of all that is weird and impossible." Clark was unable to hide a touch of resentment from his voice when he said, "And I'm fortunate enough to remember everything."
Lex appeared interested with his prolonged honesty, "Such as?"
"Well, we- I." Blushing as some of the vividly erotic memories surfaced, without thinking, Clark blurted out, "Ripping your shirt off and sucking on your nipple as you tried to shove your hand down my pants, after confessing your undying love for me, plus other stuff. I liked it lots."
Lex actually grinned, but it didn't reach his hard blue eyes, "Oh. I understand. Let me make an educated guess on what may have happened. An outrageous event occurred where the two of us somehow ended up-" Keen eyes stared at him while Lex searched for the right word, "-sharing all of our dirty little secrets with each other. Then after feeling relieved of having such great burdens lifted from our very souls we thought that it would be a brilliant idea to play around a bit, but not quite getting to third base." Walking towards Clark in a sensual manner with a look of pure lust Lex continued, "For you it would have been an enjoyable experiment and for me unadulterated bliss. And thus, somewhere in the aftermath of our fun little encounter deep hidden emotions were somehow evoked from within you towards me."
Clark once again was being over-powered by Lex's presence. It was like an aphrodisiac. Vibrating with sexual energy, his body was beginning to react accordingly, "Well… but it was a span of over a week, yeah kinda like that."
"I of course would have the misfortune to continuously forget everything, but you do not." The last few words were uttered so close to him that Clark could feel Lex's breath hit his neck in little puffs. "Now that you find me so irresistible you come here today baring gifts in the hopes to bed me."
Clark's eyes glazed over as Lex's lips caressed his in a soft kiss. Moaning as his friend got even closer, surrounding him as Lex moved his rich mouth towards his ear, Clark waited for Lex to say something even more clever and stimulating. It was true. Ever since this morning, Clark couldn't stop wanting to go further with Lex. He wanted to go past his first shower fantasy this morning and try something exciting and different. Maybe even lose his virginity. The fact that it would be with Lex was no longer a problem but a solution.
Feeling a dual pleasurable pressure on his earlobe as Lex bit down hard on the skin and at the same time a wild clawing streaked across his back, it took Clark a second to understand what Lex said next, "Sorry, but I'm not going to be your whore for the day. Get out."
Pulling back just enough to watch for Clark's reaction, Lex's smug expression barely masked his friend's underlining pain.
"Lex?"
Taking a step back and standing with his arms straight against his sides, Lex repeated louder in a cynical voice, "Get out!"
Completely devastated, Clark physically recoiled away from Lex who was glaring at him like he was beneath him, not even worth the dust on his shoes. He'd seen that look before, but it'd never been directed at him until now.
Not wanting to make a hasty retreat quite yet, Clark silently begged Lex to change his mind.
"Don't make me call security."
Lex became discolored and blurry as Clark's tear ducts began to produce too much liquid. "No, don't." Looking at the ceiling while blinking repetitively he was stricken and appalled at Lex's behaviour towards him. His hearing also became a bit distorted as Lex said something. It became lost in a haze of hurt and suffering. Staring above himself, Clark felt like heaving his guts out as the chandelier began to spin above his head. Closing his eyes only made it worse. 'No, this isn't real. The room isn't moving- it's me!' Feeling his stomach tying up into further knots, it sent a pulse of agony up his chest, while Clark struggled to stay standing up right.
"Fuck. Leave me alone! Why does this keep happening to me?" Yelling at whatever unseen force was plaguing him for what felt like the dozenth time, he screamed out a second time, "Stop it!" It was almost like his distress had triggered another wave of vertigo. Letting go of the vile shirt, to have it fall abandoned on the floor, Clark stumbled out of the room like a drunk man, while feeling more sick and light-headed each passing second.
Blocking out Lex's voice, which called back to him, "Clark?!" he stumbled down the hallway, groaning that 'Yes, he'd wanted something from Lex. He wanted to feel loved and not alone. These past few days, Lex had been the only thing keeping him sane and now that was gone too.'
Clark swore that he would curl up and die of humiliation if he passed out here. Lex wanted him out and he'd be gone from his sight like his friend wanted even if Clark had to heave his dead-feeling body out the door. As he moved in a dreamlike slow motion, Clark vaguely heard his own voice promising Lex that he'd never have to see him again if he didn't want to… no matter how many times the day repeated, no matter how insane it got.
God, he just couldn't seem to be able to get out of the mansion, it's like his body didn't want to. 'Super-speed. Come on leg's work. Super my ass.' Running no faster than a normal person, Clark barely made it off of the Luthor's property before collapsing onto his knees and emptying the full contents of his stomach.
Yes, it was possible for breakfast to look even more unappetizing.
Smelling the stink of vomit on himself, Clark quickly pulled his thick sweater off and threw it into the ditch next to him. Wanting to cry for his mom to come and make him feel all better, Clark gritted his teeth to stop from bawling out loud. 'Stop being a baby and grow up!' Home. He had to get home. After that little pathetic display, he wondered whether Lex would come to investigate what his problem was. And, he so hated Lex right now with a fiery passion born of a thousand suns. That weird quote was perfect: Lex should burn all the way to hell for making him feel this way.
Still feeling incredibly depressed and ill, once his stomach had ceased heaving, he was finally able to properly upright himself and kick into some thing close to super-speed. Absently watching as the field's and pavement around him streamed together to form one seemingly vast pathway to nowhere, he felt like he could run circles around the earth and still be stuck in Smallville.
'Home is where the heart it.' Oh the joy, he'd arrived back just in time for supper. The aroma of steak, mashed potatoes and veggies assaulted his nostrils as he entered in through the front door.
"Where have you been?" His dad sternly looked at him from across the dinning room table.
"Running."
His mom exclaimed, "You look terrible. Chloe and Pete phoned and said that you were sick. Are you okay?" She touched the sides of his face and forehead.
"It's nothing. I think someone at school was wearing kryptonite." So what if he was lying? Clark didn't want to talk or eat or move anytime in the immediate future. "I'm not hungry. If you need me, I'll be upstairs."
Thankfully, his parents didn't bother him much more after that.
The first thing he did after going upstairs was brush his teeth and use a ton of mouthwash to get rid of the disgusting taste in his mouth. He'd never actually puked before in his life, and he wasn't overly ecstatic over the new experience. Staring at his weary expression in the mirror, Clark watched as silent tears rolled down his cheeks and into the sink. He had to get his mind off of Lex; that prick had torn him apart on the inside on purpose, and Clark still didn't understand why.
Clark continued to stare at the mirror so intensely that, for the first time in almost two years, he lost control of his heat vision and didn't notice until the first two black holes appeared on his reflection's face and then a snap as a spider web of cracks and melting glass ruined the rest of the mirror.
His parents wouldn't be too impressed the next time they went to take a pee.
Leaving the room after a quick refreshing shower, he shook his wet hair dry knowing that he still had to somehow clear his brain. Trying to read didn't help. Watching TV was boring. Talking on the phone wasn't an option. Doing chores was nicely mind numbing, but didn't occupy him for a long enough time. Making his way into the barn and up into the loft, Clark spent some time stargazing with his telescope. The sky was so beautiful and serene above his house. In Metropolis, it always looked muted almost a pale shadow compared to what he was used to. Somewhere among those billions of stars was where he had been born. 'Why did my planet have to blow up or implode or whatever it did?'
After yet another crappy episode of sickness and vertigo, Clark screamed his frustrations into the cool dark night. Feeling exhausted, he went back inside his personal fortress and lay down on his couch to relax, soon falling into a light sleep.
He awoke to the sound of faint footsteps hitting the dirt in the barn somewhere beneath him. Feeling a tad disoriented, Clark wondered how long he'd been out as he stood to look outside. Through the darkness, he could plainly see Lex's Mercedes parked right in front of the house door almost right on top of the front steps.
The footsteps were now gracefully hitting the bottom wooden stairs leading up to the loft. Internally shivering, Clark steeled himself for another confrontation. Ever since leaving the mansion, Clark had off and on been both hoping for and loathing the idea of Lex following him back here. Still mad and hurt, Clark wasn't sure what he was going to say or do. Starting off with totally ignoring the person now behind him and making Lex talk first was exactly what he was doing right now. And, that wasn't going to solve anything either.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have said what I did. I let my temper get the better of me and I lashed out in a way that I thought would cause you the most damage and misery that I could." Lex paused, sounding remorseful as he implored, "Please, forgive me."
Clark let a deep breath of air hiss out through clenched teeth before reluctantly turning away from the open window to glare at his antagonist. Lex had changed into more formal clothes, a dark grey suit and dark blue shirt, from his earlier all black motif. He looked like crap. The uncommon dark areas under his light eyes made Lex appear almost feral, while at the same time his deathly pale coloring made him look unwell.
"You scared me. The amount of darkness you hide within you scares me a whole lot. God, what you said… I thought that I was your friend. Get out." Throwing Lex's own words back at him, Clark wanted to scream and yell and lash out in a violent way. He wanted to hurt Lex back as deeply as he had been hurt even if that want lasted for less than a second. 'Calm down. Lex didn't come to fight and I don't want to make a mistake and physically hurt him.' Looking intently at Lex, he could see that he was fully prepared for Clark's resentful reaction. But, how could they make this all better?
"Is there anything I can help you-"
Clark sharply cut him off, "No. I've gotten all the help I need from you already."
Debating on whether to make Lex leave or not, Clark took a few steps forwards and then sideways, internally conflicted as he wanted to both get closer to and farther away from Lex at the same time.
"You scared me, too." Lex appeared worried and -strangely enough- a bit lost.
Okay, that was unexpected. Clark couldn't remember what he'd said before getting out of the Luthor mansion. He had started to lose it pretty badly, but whatever he said must have made a bigger impact than he'd originally thought.
Clark couldn't look at Lex any longer, staring down at the floor his anger washed away to be replaced by self-loathing and a deep sadness. "I'm sorry. Everything I do is wrong."
"Clark, no. We all make mistakes." Lex edged closer. "You are the best person I know. What happened was just too much to take- in such a short period of time."
Needing to hear those three little words with desperation border-lining on obsession, Clark replied, "Say it. If you aren't going to say it, then I want you to leave right now."
Glancing up, Clark tried to wait patiently for the silent figure in front of him to say something. But, watching Lex like a hawk, Clark realized his friend was almost distraught as he tried to find an answer for Clark. 'Please say it.' Seconds ticked by until Clark's nerves and uncertainties got the better of him: "Is it that hard? Am I that hard to…?" He trailed off unable to say it. Perhaps, it was common for orphans- but, deep down, Clark occasionally worried that somehow he was too difficult to love. 'Please. Please.' He silently begged.
Finally meeting Clark's gaze, Lex replied, "Clark, you mean the world to me I'm yours, body and soul almost since the day I met you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone before in my life, and I think I always will."
Now that was how you wooed someone.
Blissfully happy, Clark hastily rushed over to Lex and hugged him. Tasting salty wetness on the side of his friend's face, and not knowing if it was Lex or himself or both of them that were crying, Clark desperately lavished his returned affections for Lex in the form of a rather messy kiss. All feelings of avoidance and desperation vanished as Lex's tongue took control of the kiss delving in and discovering the recesses of Clark's lips until he was breathless. As they kissed, Clark felt Lex's hands roving over him, exploring his back, sides, hips. When Lex's hands moved to his abdomen, Clark gently tackled Lex onto the sofa. Grinding into him, Clark pulled gently at his expensive clothes, not actually getting any of them off. Deciding on a new approach, he crawled down Lex's body and dipped his fingers into the waist of Lex's pants to push up the tucked-in blue shirt. Lex arched beneath his fingers, but it was Clark, who gasped when he saw a black T-shirt with white lettering underneath it.
"I still can't believe this is real." Lex moaned above him.
Whispering faintly to himself, Clark said, "You really do care." 'How freakishly sweet was that?' Lex had worn his present not knowing whether he would be rejected by Clark. It must have really meant something to Lex even if it had been the reason why he'd gotten so upset in the first place.
"What did you say? Clark?" A hand ran through the hair on the top of Clark's head. 'Oooo that was nice.'
"You are a sentimental genius." Smiling, Clark went back to claiming Lex's mouth as his private property. Noticing a small trace of bitterness mixed in with his friend's unique flavoring, Clark pulled back to gaze into dilated pupils. Lex looked so freaking hot.
"You've been drinking."
Light-heartedly Lex tried to defend himself, "You've driven me to drink on quite a few occasions."
"Funny. Well, I'm not letting you drive home." Clark determinately stated while placing feather light kisses down the side of Lex's neck. Sometimes, he really hated how often Lex drank.
"We can't have that." Lex growled as he thrust his groin into Clark's. Trying to struggle against the heavy weight on top of him, Lex was able to wrap both of his legs around Clark's mid-section and twist them onto their sides.
Clark laughed at Lex's small victory and stuck his tongue out at him, for he still plainly had the advantage. But, before he could pull it back in, Lex captured to his tongue with his moist lips and started sucking on it. Closely trying to watch Lex bob his head back and forth, only made Clark cross-eyed while giving him a too close fuzzy view of Lex. Closing his eyes, Clark wrapped his arms around Lex and began to rub up against him with the enthusiasm of a lost puppy finding his master. 'Pure joy.' Everything felt just so good. One of Clark's hands traveled up while the other one went down. Continuing to french kiss Lex, Clark cupped the back of his smooth skull to press their faces even closer together. Loving the feel of Lex's satin-like skin, Clark got a little too overzealous and his teeth hit Lex's with a hard clank. They quickly parted.
Before he could say 'sorry,' Lex was tonguing the inside of his ear and breathing so heavily that Clark started to get a little too close to coming in his pants. 'No, not yet' Snarling for some self control, Clark clenched Lex's ass harder, gasping as Lex's hard erection slammed into the side of his upper thigh. 'Yes. More, more, more.'
Engrossed in the wonderful feeling of friction and its great side effects, Clark wasn't prepared for what Lex did next, as his friend suddenly started shoving his whole weight against Clark's large frame, causing them to roll off the couch and into the floor. In a real fight for physical dominance, Lex would sorely lose, but Clark didn't mind letting him take control in an area where he was clearly at the disadvantage of being the novice in this relationship, sexual wise. He planned on being a quick learner.
Now on top, Lex straddled the sides of Clark's hips, grinning mischievously, "So, are you going to take me home?"
"If you want me to. But, I like it right here just fine."
"Would you like it just as much if your parents came walking in?" Lex brazenly put his hand on Clark's thigh and rubbed back and forth over his own personal speed-bump.
Almost purring, Clark tried not to picture his mom or dad's faces in his head, "Probably not."
Lex's face had become flushed with color. Too sexy. Most likely, he was becoming too hot from wearing three separate layers of clothes. Lex still on top of him, took his suit jacket off and laid it on the floor next to them. "How much time do we have?"
Completely absorbed with everything Lex was doing, Clark let himself relax against the cool wooden boards under his back. 'Time? What the hell was Lex talking about?' Clark wanted Lex naked really damn soon. "Huh?"
Wearing an intensely somber expression, Lex caressed the side of Clark's face before he dropped his hands to both sides of Clark's face, and leaned into Clark with an almost predatory grin. "I have the impression that I'm not going to remember this later, so I plan to savour every precious moment I can get while I can."
'Oh yeah. But, I wanted to forget about that part.' Thinking for a second, Clark knew that it was sometime after dark, "At least four hours."
Lex wistfully said, "That will have to do."
Clark groaned as Lex stroked one hand back up his cheek, trailed his thumb over Clark's lips, then slid his thumb into his mouth. Biting lightly on it, Clark couldn't believe how erotic the action was as Lex began to rhythmically pull his thumb out and then push it back in past Clark's lips over and over. It was like Lex was fucking his mouth and was enjoying watching himself doing it. 'Yeah, harder, faster.' The glazed look in Lex's eyes got even more intense. Snarling, Lex jerked his hand back and replaced it with his mouth, before forcing himself back and off of Clark.
Clark hoped it was a 'time for more clothes off' kinda parting.
"So, are we going to take your lovely truck or-" Pulling out a set of keys from his pocket next to a very obvious bulge in his pants, Lex smirked, "Do you want to drive the Mercedes?"
"I can't wait that long." In a flash of plaid, Clark snatched Lex off the floor and had them out of the barn and standing next to Lex's car a fraction of a second later. Quickly putting him back down on the ground, Clark grinned hoping Lex wouldn't get offended at his impulsiveness. Plus, hey revealing super-powers, and he knew how hot that made Lex.
"And then there is that." Lex stared at Clark in awe.
"Do you mind?" Holding Lex in his arms after their heavy petting had been tantalizing, but he didn't want to screw things up now by insulting his friend or making him feel helpless. They were still sort of emotionally treading on thin ice.
"No, I'll take everything you're willing to give." Lex said in a tone that promised he would make sure that Clark enjoyed every minute of the taking. With a teasing smile, Lex wrapped his arms around Clark's neck with a look of lust that said Lex wanted him so bad that he didn't care about the consequences, and he want Clark to see that he cared. 'Less thinking, more action.'
Stealing another kiss, Clark hugged him close, while speaking softly, "I'm going to make you feel like you're flying, without the near death experience."
"Promises, promises." Lex smirked.
Clark could run to the Luthor mansion with his eyes closed, he'd been there so many times. Zooming down Hickory Lane like a ballistic missile Clark was determined to give Lex the best ride of his life. Too bad it didn't last very long, but then again that had been the whole point in the first place. Careful to avoid whiplash as he stopped, Clark smoothly lowered Lex to the ground by the front entrance.
Lex's face lit up with pure bliss, making Clark blush and want to giggle like a school-girl
"You're amazing." Lex's lidded eye's blatantly checked Clark out from head to toe.
"Just like Spider-man. But without the webbing and the sticking-"
Lex practically attacked him against the door, biting and sucking on his pouting lips before he finished the sentence. 'No more talking, got it.'
They were quite suddenly inside and striding backwards towards the stairs and Clark couldn't quite recall if he'd opened the front door or had just smashed right through it. Stumbling through the darkness, Clark blindly followed Lex as they continued to fervently kiss and grope each other.
The fact that they were finally going to have sex made Clark even more frantic just in case something else was going to pop up and tear them apart. God, if he saw Lionel, Elizabeth or heaven forbid his dad appear out of thin air, Clark wouldn't be too surprised. But, he'd be damned if he let that stop him. This was too good to stop for anything. The world could end for all he cared right now.
Unbuttoning his thick plaid blue and white shirt, Lex shoved his hands underneath the clothing to feel Clark's chest. 'More.' Moaning, Clark shrugged his shoulders and let the fabric slide down his arms. Skilled fingertips massaged around Clark's nipples, sending spikes of pleasure straight down to his cock. They then changed course to knead down his abs. 'Yes. Lower.' Giving a few quick nips and licks along the way, Lex continued to move lower, like the great mind-reader he was.
Not caring about Lex's shirt, Clark ripped all the buttons off. Halting himself from destroying the next piece of clothing keeping him separated from Lex's skin, Clark couldn't help but give a silly little grin after reading the slightly obscured motto, 'I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.'
'Perfect. Heck, maybe we're both stalkers? If it turned out like this, it couldn't be all that bad.' It really had been the perfect gift.
Lex returned his smile before falling down to his knees in front of him to lick at Clark's belly, sliding his talented tongue across the sensitive region by his groin that Clark didn't even know he had. 'I want. I want.' It felt like he was being electrocuted, but in a good way. Hearing his belt-buckle jingle at the same time he felt Lex tug at his fly, Clark tried to push the nagging feeling of uneasiness and fear to the side and let what was going to happen next, just happen.
Rapidly, his pants were efficiently pulled down his hips while Lex's fingers grabbed on to the band of his underwear. Almost giddy, Clark shivered in anticipation. It was kinda obvious that Lex was going to give him a blow job. 'Cool.' Blow job by Lex. Being blown off by Lex who was still technically wearing all of his clothes. 'So not fair.'
Mind racing, Clark gasped and looked down as a cool grip enclosed the base of his cock 'Oh my God!'
Instinct made him thrust forward where he unfortunately hit Lex on the chin with his smooth head, leaving a wet spot near Lex's lips. It would have been comical if Clark hadn't been so damn horny.
"Relax." Lex's smothering stare didn't help him to relax in the slightest.
"I- Oh…" With his eyes rolling backwards into his head, Clark blindly tried to grab onto something as his dick was swallowed whole. He could actually feel the muscles in Lex's throat tighten around him before the sucking began. 'And wow was Lex great at sucking.' Leaning his head against a wall, Clark couldn't be bothered by the fact that he had no idea where they were in Lex's enormous home and who might be walking around a nearby corner. Lex had way too many manservants. As the pressure inside him mounted, Clark became more and more desperate to seize hold of an object and demolish it with his hands. Lex's beautiful head was so not an option.
Opening his eyes, to watch Lex continue to pump him with his mouth, was Clark's undoing. Screaming wordlessly, he finally found a smooth softball sized object and turned it into dust as he poured his come down Lex's throat. 'Wow, that'd been simply, wow.'
After a moment, Lex pulled back licking his lips. Standing up he gestured at Clark's right hand, "Poor Dionysus, I guess he wasn't as immortal as we first thought."
"Huh?" Lex's beautiful mouth said the strangest things.
Clark turned at stare at the marble bust, which was now missing its head. A few large chunks had managed to slip past his fingers, but the rest that was clenched in his fist was now a grainy worthless dust. 'Ooops, that wouldn't have been cheap. Poor Dionysus, I didn't know you very well.'
Touching his arm's taunt flexed muscles, Lex purred, "What else can you do?"
"Lots of stuff." Clark wiped his hand onto his pants before finally being able to rid Lex of his ruined blue shirt. As he stepped out of his pants, and almost tripped on his underwear, Clark flung the shirt down the hallway and moved closer to Lex in the hopes of further thrills. He didn't want to do another confession. Having to repeat himself again to Lex would make this seem less real, because it would only remind Clark that Lex wasn't going to remember this tomorrow but he was.
Wrapping his mostly naked body around Lex's clothed one, he complained, "You're still wearing too much." Looking super-pouty was one of Lex's weakness' and he didn't mind exploiting it to get his way.
Still looking at Clark with curiosity, Lex seemed to give in as he said, "Great minds think alike." Lifting his head and arms, Lex motioned for Clark to help strip off his present.
Clark was quite happy to oblige him. Wrinkling his nose after inhaling the smell of the freshly store bought shirt, the mild displeasure was immediately forgotten as the more arousing smell of Lex's skin made Clark drop the shirt and started purposely sniffing at Lex's neck. Licking Lex's collarbone, Clark was ready, willing, and almost capable for some more rigorous physical activities. It wouldn't be much longer before he'd be once again fully erect. Too bad he'd come so fast the first time, but it had been so damn good.
As a strong breeze brushed past Clark's bare ass, from a nearby open window, he decided that is was time for a different location. Random hallways weren't that comfortable or had a private enough feeling. 'Voyeurism can come later.'
While yanking at Lex's Armani pants, Clark began to lead them towards Lex's bedroom. Somewhere in their mad dash of lust, they'd made it upstairs and halfway down the corridor before stopping and well, Lex had given him a blowjob. 'Should I return the favour?' The idea was a good one, but once again, he was afraid of biting him or something just as horrible. 'Maybe later, like when I no longer smash things during sex.'
Clark had never actually been in Lex's bedroom before. Sure, he'd seen into it on several occasions like a peeping Tom, but had never had the pleasure to see the inside of it in a full spectrum of colors. When he used his x-ray vision, everything tended to appear in only black and white.
Now inside the darker room, Clark squinted to make out Lex's features. 'This just wouldn't do.' Clark had to see all of Lex. Clark flicked the main light switch, and they both became bathed in a natural warm glow. Giving the rest of the room a quick glance, Clark liked how the dark burgundy and golden hues made the room appear regal in nature. That, plus the dark mahogany furniture, meshed with his friend's eccentric personality
"Clark, what do you want from me?" Lex seemed hesitant to take off his pants, which were tentatively hanging on for dear life to his hips.
Clark felt much more at ease standing naked in Lex's bedroom than he'd ever thought possible. This is where he should have been a long time ago. He could trust Lex with everything. And, any trace of fear he still had about Lex was washed away as his friend continued to patiently wait for his response. Clark could see that Lex was nearly on the verge of absolute worship over him. 'How do I deserve that?'
"Everything. You can't hurt me." Grinning Clark looked down at himself, and noticed that he was only wearing black socks which looked way too corny. 'Can't have that.' He bent down to pull them off, giving Lex a very inviting glimpse of his curved ass.
A light thump alerted Clark that Lex had decided to finish disrobing. Grinning even more with a hint of naughtiness, Clark was thrilled that his idea had worked like a charm.
Instantly turning to gaze at Lex, who began to walk towards him in the buff, Clark felt himself once again fully harden and lengthen out. It was a bit striking to see a grown man with little to no hair anywhere, but on Lex it just seemed to make him look even more special and unique in his own magnificent way.
Then they were finally together again. Being separated for just those few seconds had felt way too long. Feeling and touching and grunting unintelligible things. It felt so perfect that Clark knew he'd be extremely lonely come tomorrow morning. 'Thinking is bad.'
The full sensation of Lex's whole body against his, skin sliding with sweat and tingling all over with energy, made Clark want to throw Lex on to the giant bed and start pounding into his body. 'No.' Remembering his lack of control Clark froze. 'I could literally tear Lex apart.'
Lex seemed to understand why he'd stopped, and his kind look full of comprehension made Clark even more self-conscious of his fear. Being afraid of your own body sucked big time. Gasping as Lex began to masturbate both of their cocks together in his hand; Clark vaguely decided to let Lex do him instead. Less worrying meant more fun. Lex was so damn good at it too. 'Faster! Harder!'
Capturing Lex's mouth, Clark tried to join in on their mutual festivities down below. Lending a helping hand so to speak, Lex placed Clark's fingers around the tip of his own cock while he continued to expertly caress Clark's. It wasn't enough. Clenching Lex's ass firm enough to leave instant bruises, Lex moaned in a pleasure pain while his hand together with Clark's gripped their erections harder. All of these new sensations were so much better than doing this by himself while showering or laying in bed or...
Clark's body began to scream uncontrollably for something more, making him cry out loud. "More!" He could never get enough.
A strong hand grabbed onto his shoulder and twisted him around, as Lex's sultry voice feathered his ear from behind, "Bend over. You're going to love this."
They were now almost at Lex's bed, so Clark chose to be slightly more inventive than just blindly following Lex's orders, however fun they could turn out to be. Taking a step forward, Clark reached out and put his hands on the bed's metal footboard for support. It appeared to be quite strong. Finally, bending over comfortably and spreading his legs in anticipation, Clark smiled, ready for anything.
Hearing a soft hiss, Clark purposely wiggled his butt at Lex hoping for faster servicing. 'Ask and ye shall receive.' He got way more than what he was expecting, when Lex's hands gently spread him wide and a warm slippery tongue licked the outside of his opening. 'Oh my God!' Gasping in astonishment, Clark squirmed a bit before again begging for more. Lex's tongue continued to play and tease his rim, making him quite wet in the process. It was one of the weirdest things he'd ever experienced, but wow was it good. The continued attention caused his ass to become so sensitive that sudden spikes of bliss sent Clark into a tail spin of uncontrolled bouts of raging strength. This time it was the bed, which suffered his wraith. The warped metal in his fists was about to get even further punished as the last couple of moist plunges actually went inside him.
Panting, Clark was more than ready when Lex finally pulled back. Feeling the head of Lex's cock stroking at him tentatively, Clark impatiently pushed back and impaled himself at an incredible speed.
"Fuck!" Lex screamed while quivering deep within him.
'So, this is what it felt like? Different, yet nice.' Hoping for new and even better sensations, Clark let go of the bed with one hand and seized onto Lex's left hip, making Lex move back a bit then forwards, a couple of times before Lex started reacting of his own accord. What happened next was an unexpected pure ecstasy, as each thrust sent an uncontrollable wave of pleasure from somewhere inside Clark that was so foreign and new that at first he didn't know what to do. Crying out Lex's name seemed to be the best available option.
"Lex!!"
Lex must have really liked that, because he swiftly grabbed Clark's hips to pound his heart out into him with a sheer animal ferocity. Clark threw his head back, as a familiar pressure began to throb in the base of his untouched cock. Swaying slightly back and forth to keep in time with Lex, Clark tried to concentrate to stop himself from coming again so soon. 'No. Yes. No.'
From behind him, Lex began to make louder and more desperate sounding noises. Unconsciously, Clark clenched his ass tighter around Lex's dick, making Lex more than double his already superb efforts. Closing his eyes, Clark was sure that if he'd kept them open much longer the bed would have gone up in flames. Flaming, burning everywhere. But, it was the best burn of all.
Clark was so close, so wanting, no needing to get just a little bit more to push him over the edge, and Lex's hand suddenly pumping his dick was definitely the thing that did it. Lex needed to be given a really shiny medal for that.
Howling to the heavens, Clark ripped the footboard in half, and refusing to care about any more destroyed property as Lex followed him soon after. Not caring was today's motif.
Panting, Clark was hugely impressed that he had actually broken a sweat as he looked down at his sleek chest. Now that really meant something.
Lex grudgingly pulled out as he stroked Clark's back and thighs. Turing around, Clark was delighted to be able to see and kiss Lex again. And he swore that next time he wanted to be able to watch Lex as he got fucked by him. His heart agreed to that idea.
This whole experience had been totally awesome, and now Clark couldn't help but yearn for a next time. 'Maybe in another ten minutes?' What Clark wanted, he usually got. Both smelling of sex, they stumbled to the bathroom embracing each other while continuing to excel at pleasuring one another and revelling at their new physical bond.
Having an intimate shower together was like another fantasy come true. To hell with all thought and reason, Clark was thoroughly riveted in the moment. Using his imagination in a more hands on approach, Clark couldn't get enough of Lex's smiles and expressions of desire. While cleaning every little nook and cranny of each other and kissing and letting themselves enjoy the pleasures of soap and it's many uses, Clark decided to return one of Lex's earlier favors. Not letting the pouring water or his own nervousness dissuade him, Clark got onto his knees and tried his best at sucking and licking Lex's cock without damaging it. It was very scary and stimulating at the same time for him as Lex grabbed onto his wet hair and moaned above him. Shuddering at those sexy noises, Clark tried something a bit different. First rolling one of Lex's smooth balls with his tongue and getting a very encouraging response, Clark then opened his lips and gently began to massage it inside of his mouth. He'd always thought it would be cool to have that done to him, and wondered what it must feel like for Lex. Good? Very good? Excellent? Maybe Lex would give him a couple of gold stars for effort? That'd be funny. Maybe he should ask Lex later how many gold stars he'd earned to see what his friend would say.
When Lex actually said something comprehensible it was something Clark was totally unprepared for, "This is- really great. But… Unlike you I don't find freezing water a turn on. So, if you don't mind stopping what you're doing for a moment, I'm turning off the water and getting my cold ass out of here."
"Sure." Feeling the water hit him directly in his face for another two seconds, Clark didn't know whether he should feel stupid, ashamed, or simply feign ignorance for not even noticing that the shower had gone from hot, lukewarm to ice cold. 'How long were we in here, anyway?'
Watching Lex almost jump out and run for a towel, Clark laughed. 'How could he look any cuter?'
Not liking Lex's body covered up, Clark decided to warm Lex up a better way as he led them back to the bedroom. Soon, they were both burning hot again in their mutual desire for each others flesh.
Loving the feeling of a slippery Lex, Clark practically begged Lex to fuck him again, but only if he could watch. Happily obliging, they'd gone at it face to face in the missionary position where Lex unexpectedly chose to take it upon himself to break Clark from being a virgin in every possible way, by slowly sitting on top of Clark's cock and screwing himself on it. Clark thought his brain would explode from sensation overload at the feeling of insane tightness and heat that enclosed him, as he lay on the demolished and wet bed. Gasping and whimpering, Clark swore at how badly deficient his dreams had been. This was a trillion times better than he believed possible. Hell, if he'd known sex with Lex was this good he'd jumped his bones years ago.
It was sometime past midnight when they both at last got over the novelty of the moment and were finally able to just relax and quietly enjoy each other's company. As he looked around the room, Clark was relieved that he'd inflicted much less damage to Lex then to the rest of the bedroom and its furniture. Only a few scratches and medium sized bruises riddled his friend's otherwise perfect body, and watching as the oldest ass marks were beginning to fade made Clark even more contented. Getting full control over all of his powers during sex was going to take a little bit longer to tackle then he would have liked, but he now felt much more comfortable in doing the actual activities without a fatality or mortal injury.
Frowning, Clark saw that it was past one am and he began to brood over what tomorrow may bring. It was his responsibility alone to fix time. To make the world a better place by ruining his new found current happiness. Happiness in knowing that he could have Lex every single day and night without ever having to worry about school, his parents, Lionel, or society in general. Nothing that wonderful came without a cost. He just couldn't let Elizabeth passively rule the world. But, if he succeeded in stopping her then he'd have to think long and hard about what was annoyingly right and wrong to do. In a way, Clark felt like tonight had been the most selfish thing he'd done so far today. He'd wanted Lex and he had been willing to do almost anything to get him naked and screwing his unhappiness away. And now, now tomorrow it'd be nothing.
He really hated himself at that very moment.
Not wanting to look at Lex, Clark closed his eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For using you."
Lex gently turned Clark's face towards his, forcing Clark to look at him. The kind eyes that stared at him made Clark feel even worse, as Lex asked, "Are you?"
It burned. Whatever it was: guilt, remorse or something else entirely different, made Clark's heart ache within his chest. "I don't know."
"Then you have nothing to be sorry about. If you were using me, you'd know it." Lex seemed so sure about that. Leaning over to tenderly kiss him, Lex didn't say anything else.
Holding into his dearest friend, Clark felt for the first time how much Lex had become a part of him. It was nice to know that one of his destinies was a good thing, or at least he believed that he could make it one if he so wished it. And Clark did. Tomorrow was uncertain and very scary, but no matter what happened, Clark would still know that Lex loved him. It was only right to properly tell his friend that those feelings were indeed being returned.
Giving Lex a hug, Clark meaningfully said, "You know, I really do love you."
"Amor vincit omnia."
Whatever that meant, Clark was sure it was something good.