Sorry it's been a while guys, classes are kicking my butt still! But today, I stayed home sick (damn stomach bug!) and decided to do some writing. Took me literally all day, but hey, better late than never, right?

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Updated: 10/14/2013

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Although Clark had gotten used to Lex's Smallville mansion, his jaw still dropped when he saw the size of the building they would be staying in. Lex saw this and shrugged; usually he would show off a place like this, but he knew it wouldn't impress Clark like it would his usual guests.

"Is this your house?"

"If you think this is ostentatious, you should see my father's place," is all he said as he led Clark through a maze of hallways until they reached a large cherry-oak door. "Do you mind sharing a space with me? It would be easier than losing you in this place." Clark was struck silent as Lex opened the doors to the room.

What they entered was an extravagant living area; a long L-shaped sofa dominated the middle of the room, a deep blood red color; mounted on the wall was a wide-screen TV, and below it was a marble fireplace; the carpet was plush and jet black, the walls the same cherry-oak as the door.

"Wow," is all Clark got out, his eyes scanning the room. Lex tried not to let a smirk come onto his pale face as he observed Clark's expression.

"I suppose so."

"Is this where you grew up?" Lex shrugged as they walked to another room; this one was the bedroom.

"Not exactly. It was just another place that I spent time in," he murmured as he watched Clark's eyes sweep the room; the bed was in the center, covered in silk and satin sheets and comforters in a rich deep red and black pattern; thick curtains cloaked the windows, letting minimal light in; another fireplace, smaller than the living room one, was nestled into a corner; a black wooden chest was against the other wall, its silver handles gleaming in the dim light.

"Was this your room?"

"No. This was a guest room. I never had my own room here before."

"Why not?"

"You know my father…" is all Lex said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his eyes meeting Clark's. "My father gave me this building as an attempt into getting me to move back to Metropolis permanently. He built him a bigger, more extravagant building that he calls a house."

"So… does this room have another bedroom?" Clark asked, sure he already knew the answer. Lex shook his head. Clark looked away, but Lex saw the light blush that was showing on his tan cheeks.

"Is that a problem?" Clark shrugged and set down his bag.

"I should call my mom and let her know that we got here okay…"

"In the living area." Clark nodded and left the room. Lex groaned and lied back on the bed.

This was going to a long weekend.

…

After Clark had finished talking to his mom, he sat down on the plush sofa and closed his eyes.

Lex had planned this all out; that didn't really surprise him.

He knew how Lex was feeling towards him lately, but he couldn't know if he felt the same.

It was all so confusing to him.

…

"Clark?" Lex asked, leaning against the doorway and staring at the younger man. Clark turned his head so their eyes met, face blank.

"Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he said, standing up. "Tired. It was a long drive here." Lex nodded and held out his hand.

"Let's go rest then." Clark stared at the hand and then grabbed it.

"Okay."

…

Clark was in one bathroom, Lex in the other.

They were getting ready to rest, and it bothered Clark just a bit.

How was he supposed to act?

What was going to happen?

Lex wasn't the most… slow-moving guy he knew.

Clark took a deep breath and moved towards the room.

Lex wasn't there yet, so he sat on the edge of the bed, breathing deep.

He was in a pair of blue pajama pants and a red shirt. He lied back on the bed and closed his eyes for a moment until he heard the door open.

"Asleep already Spaceman?" Lex asked, making Clark open his eyes to see him standing against the edge of the door. Lex was dressed rather casually, which surprised Clark. He was just in black sweatpants and a gray t-shirt. Clark sat up and smiled. "What?"

"I don't think I've ever seen you dress so…normally."

"Ah," Lex said, moving into the room and closing the door behind him. "Well, would you rather I bethrone the silk and satin pajamas my father thinks a Luthor should wear?"

"No… you look good like this." Lex smiled now and sat down next to the young man.

"Are you okay?" Clark shook his head and then shrugged.

"I don't know exactly."

"Understandable. How about we rest?" Clark nodded and moved back to the edge of the bed, Lex following him. After they had gotten under the covers, Clark found himself resting against Lex's broad chest.

"How long have you been…" Clark started, only to hear a low rumbling laugh come from Lex.

"Attracted to you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, probably since you saved my life. Must have been the hero effect."

"Hmm," Clark said, breathing in the spicy scent of Lex's body wash. "I don't know how I feel yet."

"I know," he said, tightening his arm. "But Clark… I'd like you to consider something for me."

"What?"

"I care about you. Very much."

"Yeah…"

"Would you consider being exclusive with me?"

"…Exclusive?"

"Yes. That means no chasing Lana." Clark was silent as he thought about that.

Lana had been the object of his affection for so long.

Could he really just give her up after so long?

"No more Lana…"

"Clark, you didn't really have a chance with her. I tried to help the best I could, but she always kept going back to the Quarterback. So please, give me a chance. You won't regret it."

"Lex… I just… I'm not sure." Lex frowned and pulled Clark's face towards him. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, he felt Clark shiver under his touch. "Please Clark," he whispered as he pulled away. Clark was silent as he snuggled against Lex again. Lex thought he had fallen asleep until he heard a deep chuckle. "What?"

"You suck at pillow talk."

…

So kinda suckish I know, but I hope it will get better later on.

I hope…

Anyways, thanks for reading!

-JustMe133