His name was Draco Malfoy.

Lex hung up the phone and wiped his sweaty hands on his black trousers. He had a name to go with the face that he compared everyone to and found them wanting: Draco Malfoy. Lex's heart trip-hammered in his chest and he swallowed thickly. Anticipation curled in his gut. Draco Malfoy.

Three years had gone by, but Lex was as excited as he'd been the same day he'd met Draco. Hell, he was more excited by a phone call from a virtual stranger than he'd been getting his first blowjob. It was ridiculous. No wonder he was still a virgin at twenty-one.

There had been something about Draco, though, that Lex couldn't forget, and no matter who he'd dated in the intervening years, none of them compared to the Wizard-boy he'd met in London when he was eighteen. Clark Kent, his newest friend, came close to invoking the pure lust he'd felt with Draco, but now, with a single phone call, Lex knew Clark didn't hold a candle to him.

It really was ridiculous. He didn't even know what Draco looked like now; he recalled only a faded wisp of a face in his dreams. The memory of the physical craving he'd felt hadn't faded, however, and he kept waiting for someone else to invoke that sheer desire. No one had as of yet, and the few handjobs and blowjobs he'd gotten since that fateful day lacked something and, combined with his own wariness of other people's motives, having been burned by supposed suitors who only wanted his money or for him to do something for them and the humiliating experience with the high-class hooker his father had paid to seduce him, curtailed his wish to take that last step.

But with a single phone conversation, Lex was raring to go. He had plenty of lubricant, being a single guy whose main source of pleasure was masturbation. There was an unopened box of condoms in his night table drawer, too. He'd brought them from Metropolis when he'd moved, where they'd been in his drawer for a couple of years. He wondered if condoms expired.

Oh god, he was going to have sex.

It hit Lex suddenly like a freight train. He was going to have sex. Sex. That thing two people did which supposedly was the best activity ever. He'd read all the information about sex online, especially about with other men since he leaned more in that direction. He knew the theory and the positions and the need for lube and preparation—

Lex stood abruptly, his chair rolling back to hit the credenza behind him. The red and purple reflection from the sunlight shining through the stained glass window bounced off the glass desk and nearly blinded him. He needed to take a shower. He needed to get clean inside and out if he was going to have gay sex.

The doorbell rang as he made for the stairs to the second floor and his bedroom. He paused in the hall, one foot on the carpeted lower step, looking in the direction of the front door. A servant emerged from a side hall and went to answer it. Lex waited to see if he would have to deal with whoever rang the bell before readying himself.

"My name is Draco Malfoy. I believe I am expected."

The British lilt, which Lex had heard moments ago on the phone, drifted into the castle through the front door. Draco was here? Confusion mixed with Lex's arousal. Draco had been in Metropolis, he'd thought. How could he be in Smallville already? He couldn't have lied about his location, since Lex spoke with the security guard at the residential complex on Driscoll Avenue.

Lex took his foot off the step and turned as the servant led Draco into Luthor Manor. His hand gripped the curved end of the stair banister as his eyes met Draco's. Heat spread through his limbs. Draco's pale, aristocratic features creased in the corners of his mouth and eyes as a slow smile spread across his lips.

"Sir, a Mr. Draco Malfoy to see you," the servant said.

"Thank you. That'll be all," Lex said, not taking his gaze from Draco. The other man was more striking than he remembered. His stomach felt funny.

The servant left, and Draco sauntered closer, hands tucked casually in his pockets. He stopped inches from Lex. "Hello."

Lex swallowed, wetting the dryness of his throat. "Hi. You got here fast."

"Hn." Draco's gray irises seemed to swirl with silver streamers. "I told you I would. I didn't want to wait a moment longer to see you again."

Sweat broke out under Lex's arms and between his shoulder blades, as nervousness and anticipation rushed through him. "How long are you in town?"

"For as long as you'd like," Draco said in a seductive drawl.

"Good," Lex said huskily. "I'll have your luggage brought to the guest room."

"As long as it's close to your bedroom." Draco removed his hands from his pocket and touched Lex's jaw. He lowered his head and his breath whispered against Lex's lips. "I hate having to go far to dress."

Lex surged forward, closing the minute distance between their lips. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering shut, mouth pressed firmly to Draco's.

Draco made a soft sound of want, curved his hand around Lex's scalp, and deepened the kiss. His tongue swept against Lex's lower lip. Lex opened for him, accepting the harder, wetter kiss, and kissing just as passionately in return. The heat he'd felt before exploded into a fiery inferno in his chest and at his groin.

Moaning, Draco dragged his mouth from Lex and sucked kisses along his jawline. Lex tilted his head to give Draco access. "You're still so bloody gorgeous," Draco mumbled against Lex's skin.

"Draco," Lex breathed wantonly, clutching Draco's shoulder with one hand and the banister with the other.

Draco shuddered and bit the side of Lex's neck. "Say my name again."

"Draco. Fuck, Draco…"

Draco yanked away from Lex abruptly, eyes wild and face flushed. "Bed. Now. Or I'm taking you right here on the steps."

Lex swayed, licked his swollen lips, and nodded. He almost stumbled up the first step, catching himself with the rail. His heart hammered loudly as he led Draco down the second floor corridor. Draco's shoulder brushed his with every step.

Lex smacked the doorjamb with his hand as he entered his bedroom. Pain jolted him from his aroused haze. Reality and nerves set upon him. He was in his bedroom with a man and they were going to have sex. Oh god.

Lex flicked a sidelong glance at Draco. The attraction was palpable. Physically, he was raring to go, a feeling he'd wondered if he would ever have again. His mind was spinning, however, questioning his judgment. He didn't know Draco from Adam. He could have invited a serial killer into his room, or worse, a flunky of his father's out to debase and humiliate Lex. Lionel knew of Lex's desire for men; it would be just like him to 'teach Lex a lesson' and set Lex back on the narrow and heterosexual path.

"Um, this is it. My room." Lex didn't stutter, though it was close. He wiped his clammy hands on his trousers and looked everywhere other than at Draco. Tall windows covered by gauzy drapes split cream-colored walls, filtering in the afternoon sunlight. Dark wood furnishing matched the trim. A soft violet coverlet brushed the hardwood floor on either side of the antique four-poster bed.

The door closed behind him with a quiet snick of the lock. Lex's muscles tensed, even as his erection pulsed in his briefs. He had an incredible urge to flee.

"Lex…" Lex flinched when a hand was laid on his shoulder. He recovered quickly, turning towards Draco.

Time caught, frozen in an infinite second, as Lex met his piercing gaze, and Lex found that he didn't care if Draco was an ax-murderer or an abject lesson. He wanted Draco, right here and right now.

As if reading his mind, Draco was upon him instantly, devouring him with lips and teeth and tongue, and Lex was his willing prey. The air around them grew hot and heavy. Lex scrabbled at Draco's shirt buttons as Draco tugged at Lex's belt buckle. Arousal pinked Draco's pale, smooth chest, and Lex mouthed his prominent collarbones. Draco shoved his hands down the back of Lex's trousers, grabbed handfuls of ass, and crushed Lex against him as he dove in for another rough kiss.

Lex fisted a hand in Draco's silky hair, ravishing his mouth. He humped against Draco's lower belly, feeling Draco's hardness dig into his hip. He whimpered in the back of his throat. It was better than he remembered, kissing Draco, feeling his taut body, drowning in the sensation of pure desire.

Lust raged through Lex, lighting him on fire. This was what he'd been waiting for: the out-of-control blaze of attraction and want– no, need to have sex or he might die. His body was tight and throbbing, passion sparking underneath his skin. His clothes smothered him, and he toed off his shoes and struggled to unbutton his shirt without stopping kissing.

Draco was the one to pull away. Starved, feral eyes focused on Lex, pinning him in place, until hidden by Draco yanking Lex's shirt off over his head. Draco's shirt landed on the floor with Lex's and he pawed at his trousers buttons. Lex hopped on one foot, then the other, removing his own trousers and socks.

Shaft straining against his black briefs, Lex watched unabashedly as Draco finished undressing. He noticed a black tattoo and a stick double-strapped to Draco's left forearm in some sort of holder, the tip near Draco's inner wrist. He started to ask, but then Draco shed his briefs and Lex's mouth went dry.

Draco snagged Lex by the waistband and dragged him into another kiss. Lex's underwear ended up on the floor with the rest of the clothes, half-tripping out of them as Draco walked him backwards towards the bed.

Everything seemed louder, suddenly, as Lex's knees hit the edge of the bed. He gasped as Draco pushed him down and back, and the first press of their naked bodies together. His feet were still on the floor. Draco was doing something with his hands above Lex's head, but Lex was too busy grinding up against Draco's taut body to care.

"No. Wait." The words mumbled against Lex's mouth made Lex tighten his handhold and wrap his legs around Draco's slim waist. The last time he'd heard Draco say that, Draco had left and Lex hadn't seen him again for three years.

Draco pushed up with surprising strength for his lean frame. He looked down at Lex, obviously saw Lex's distress, and chuckled softly. "I'm not going anywhere this time. I was going to suggest getting on the bed properly."

"I wasn't…" Lex blustered and let go. He shoved himself onto the bed lengthwise after Draco straightened. His cheeks heated at being caught worrying. He covered his embarrassment by fixing the pillows behind his shoulders against the headboard.

Draco laid his hand on Lex's bare thigh, stilling him. Lex glanced at Draco from under his lashes and inhaled unsteadily at the smoldering look he received. Those storm gray eyes seared a path as they trailed slowly down Lex's nude body. Draco's hand curved inward, rubbing across his thigh.

"Gorgeous," Draco breathed reverently, hand drifting higher, tracing the ridges of Lex's torso. "I've wanted you for so long..."

"You could've had me, but you never showed," Lex said, cursing himself as soon as the petulant words were out of his mouth.

Draco climbed onto the bed and over Lex like a sleek leonine cat. He hovered over Lex, not touching him anywhere, white-blond hair framing his down-turned face. His lips curved, pulling higher on one side of his mouth. "I'm here now."

Lex swallowed and sank into Draco's silvered gaze. "Yes."

"The things I'm going to do with you…" Draco lowered his head and captured Lex's mouth.

Lex lit anew, heat spreading like wildfire in his body. He threw his arms around Draco's shoulders, kissing passionately in return. Draco moaned and shifted over Lex. His knees depressed the bed on either side of Lex's hips, lower body resting hot and heavy atop him. Lex squeezed his eyelids tightly shut and tried not to let things end too soon.

Draco fumbled for something on the bed, broke the kiss, and muttered a Latin-sounding word. Lex's mind was too scrambled to translate. Draco jumped back into the kiss almost immediately, his breath hot against Lex's face, tongue plunging roughly between Lex's lips. Draco lifted up and Lex vacillated between despair and relief.

Draco slid one hand behind Lex's shoulder, broke the kiss again, and opened his eyes to look at Lex. He twisted his body, reaching back behind him, and Lex sucked in a sharp breath when long fingers touched him. Draco shifted his hips and Lex's eyes grew huge. His fingers dug into Draco's skin, his pelvis bucked reflexively, and—

—ohgodhewasinsideDracoandhewashavingsexohgodsexohgodohgod…

-tbc