Lex, Not Luthor
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Category: first time
Archive: list archive
Notes: AU after Jitters. I don’t know if anyone other than me is going to be interested in this, but my muse kind of insisted, it could get long too.
Warnings: it’s always best to warn of possible violence and angst when I’m doing a WIP with no idea of where it’s going LOL
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Lex makes a momentous decision
For Christine, always nag- uh encouraging me ;) and StarEarthAngel my partner in CLex crime hehe
Prologue
Suffocating, suffocating, no! With a hitching gasp, Lex sat up in his bed. His heart was pounding and his chest was tight, cold sweat stung his eyes. Clutching his head tightly, Lex tried to shake out the lingering images and words from his dream… nightmare; scathing, contemptuous words, images stark and cold.
“No, not me!” he whimpered. Shivering, Lex dropped back against the bed, still struggling to breathe, trying to remember how he’d dealt with his asthma so many years before.
As he lay there, a terrible thought struck him. He wasn’t a Luthor, didn’t want to *be* a Luthor, didn’t want to be… to become his father; but that left a question, a question that, to his horror, he found he couldn’t answer.
“Who am I?” he whispered to the empty room.
Part 1
Lex wandered in a daze through the plant, barely able to concentrate. He was vaguely aware of getting strange looks and silently blessed the name that made him boss, unapproachable. At least the Luthor name was good for something.
In his current situation, he wasn’t sure if he could cope with anyone asking him if he was okay, in fact as the day wore on and he travelled back and forth, he found himself actively avoiding any place where he might bump into Clark; the only person who would bother to ask him if he was okay.
In his fragile state of mind, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t just break down in his only friend’s presence, wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t reveal more than he should. Above all else, in his crisis of conscience, he couldn’t bear to lose his best friend.
‘Who am I?’ The question haunted him, wouldn’t leave him alone. He’d thought, hoped, been sure, that once he’d left his dream behind for the day, things would return to normal; but they hadn’t.
He’d thought he knew who he was, what defined ‘Lex Luthor’; what he was having trouble with, was that it appeared he was not much more than a trainee Lionel Luthor.
Only one thing could make him believe otherwise, one person, one friend. A boy, so pure and good and innocent and just so heart achingly beautiful both inside and out, believed in him, saw something more in him than he’d realised was there.
And that belief was enough to make him feel that just maybe, there could be something more to him than what his father wanted him to be. But what?
“Who am I?” he muttered.
“Sir?”
“Hmm?” Lex glanced up, realising he wasn’t alone, “Nothing, Sullivan, you were saying?”
@>*~
As soon as Lex got home, he tore off his jacket and tie, he just felt so constricted. Flinging himself back onto the couch in his office, Lex stared up at the ornate ceiling, before squeezing his eyes shut.
Everything had been so clear before, he’d thought he knew what he wanted. But since the crash, since Clark, and everything that had happened between then and now had called that into question.
Did he want to be the type of person who’s future could literally scare an old woman to death? What was it he’d said to Cassandra? He made his own destiny… but did he? Did he really or was he just fooling himself?
Which brought up another question. If he didn’t want to be a ‘Luthor’, what the hell *did* he want to be? He wanted to do great things, could he do great things on another path?
“Great,” he murmured, “Who am I? What am I?”
A knock at the door startled him out of his contemplation and he lifted his head and opened his eyes, raising an enquiring eyebrow at Enrique.
“Clark Kent is making his delivery, Sir.”
“Tell him I’m in a meeting,” Lex replied. He registered a flicker of surprise and glared until Enrique nodded and left the room.
Lex got up with a heavy sigh and wandered over to the window, waiting to catch a glimpse of Clark’s truck leaving, wishing his one friend, wasn’t the one person he *couldn’t* talk to. It would be nice to be able to talk to someone about this.
His shrink was out, she was most likely in his father’s back pocket anyway. No, this was something he had to work out on his own. If he could.
@>*~
The nightmare woke him again, panting and gasping for air, the feeling of suffocation worse than the previous night. Earl’s words echoed in his head. In this version of events, Clark didn’t believe him, didn’t rescue him… let him fall.
Which was ridiculous really, Lex knew that even if Clark hadn’t believed him, he would never have let him fall.
So what was it? What the fuck did it all mean? Why did he fall; was it another indicator that if he didn’t do something soon, any chance for him to be something more, to live up to what Clark saw in him, would be gone, along with his humanity, his soul?
Rather typical that it took *two* near death experiences to wake him up to the expensive joke that was his life.
“Damn it!” he shouted. Reaching over, he grabbed his phone, speed dialling his secretary. “Clear my schedule for the day… I don’t care, just do it!”
Lying back again, Lex sighed. Money and power was what he had. Even without his father, he was a millionaire many times over thanks to an inheritance from his mother. Maybe now was the time to use it, and try and figure out what he wanted to do with his life.
What did he enjoy? Actually that was easier than he’d thought it might be. Science was his passion, or rather had been until his father had strong-armed him into the family business. He would have liked to have continued his studies.
For the first time since the dream had woken him the previous morning, Lex smiled. With something close to a plan, he found the energy to get up, showering quickly and heading for his office with a real sense of purpose.
A quick call to Enrique ensured that he wouldn’t be disturbed for the day. Then he switched on his laptop and settled in for a day of surfing.
@>*~
Lex paused outside the door to his father’s office, still a little uncertain, still a little pissed that he’d had to make an appointment to see his own father, and had to show himself in. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and knocked.
“Come.”
He opened the door and stepped inside, waiting for his father to actually look up and acknowledge his presence before he approached the desk and sat down.
“Lex,” Lionel nodded at his son, “What was so important that you had to disturb me today?”
Lex stiffened, eyes narrowing slightly. “I do beg your pardon, Lionel,” he said sarcastically, “I’ll try and coordinate my needs more appropriately in the future.”
His father merely raised an eyebrow. Lex gritted his teeth and continued.
“I’ve applied and been accepted at Metropolis U. for a PhD in applied biochemical engineering.”
“Don’t you think you’re a little busy to be studying?” Lionel asked.
“Actually, I was hoping I could take a sabbatical so I could study,” Lex said quietly.
“Out of the question,” Lionel sat up and leaned over the desk, staring hard at him.
“But, I…”
“But nothing. You are a Luthor. I allowed you time to outgrow this interest of yours as an undergraduate. Your place is in this company, learning the business,” Lionel said firmly.
“And I will, *after* my PhD, it’s only three years, Lionel, I’m only twenty-one. Plenty of time for me to be groomed as a suitable heir,” Lex replied quietly.
“No.”
“Is that your final word?” Lex stood up.
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, in that case, I quit,” Lex looked at his father. Lionel stood abruptly and stalked round the desk to face him.
“Ridiculous, you can’t quit, you’re my son!”
Lex raised an eyebrow, “That’s never been an issue before. I’ve always just been an employee to you, therefore, I can quit.”
“A Luthor doesn’t quit,” Lionel ground out.
“Well, maybe I don’t want to be a Luthor anymore,” Lex said quietly. The fist connecting solidly with his jaw was a surprise and Lex nearly fell backwards. “Thank you for reinforcing my opinion and position,” he smiled at his father, licking the blood from his split lip.
“You do this and I’ll disown you, I’ve had enough of your childish acting out,” Lionel threatened.
Lex shrugged nonchalantly, “Do what ever you feel is necessary, Lionel, I don’t care anymore.”
Only a small lie after all. Only one opinion really mattered to him anymore, Clark’s. Well, maybe three if he included the boy’s parents. Their good opinion was necessary if he wanted any kind of a future with Clark, even just friendship.
Lionel glared at him, “Very well, if that’s the way you want to play this, so be it. I want you out of the castle by tomorrow.”
“Fine,” Lex said quietly and turned to leave the office slowly, hoping, wishing for one brief second, that his father would call him back. It was a ridiculous hope and the door closed behind him, leaving him feeling just slightly hollow, and yet at the same time, it felt as if a vast weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Aware that his father’s secretary was staring at him, Lex smiled. “Goodbye, Olivia.”
She looked surprised, “Goodbye, Mister Luthor.”
“It’s just Lex,” Lex grinned only a little regretful, mostly excited and anticipatory.
Olivia just blinked at him. Lex sighed and walked out, leaving his former life behind him.
Part 2
Lex stared round the farmhouse. Not quite what he was used to. Lex laughed at himself; not even close to what he was used to, but it was his, and it was just over the hill from the Kent farm. Ideal really, no, perfect.
Everything in the place was new, except for personal possessions, which mostly consisted of books, music and films. All that he’d previously considered his, he’d left behind, including his cars. He had a brand new BMW 4 wheel drive, perfectly capable of coping with Smallville’s country roads and the streets of Metropolis.
Now all he needed was a hand unpacking, and he knew just the person. With a smile, Lex pulled on his new leather jacket and headed outside, across the fields and onto Kent land. Standing on the brow of the hill looking down over the farmhouse, he paused to watch the two figures below, working hard in the hot sun.
He took a deep breath, really appreciating the fresh air for the first time and smiled. He didn’t feel suffocated anymore. With a slight bounce in his step, Lex headed down the hill, grinning widely when Clark spotted him and waved.
“Hey, Clark, Mister Kent,” he greeted them cheerily.
“Lex!”
Lex was surprised to be caught up in an enthusiastic hug, and hugged back briefly, letting go when he caught the glare from Jonathan Kent.
“What was that for? Not that I mind,” Lex asked with a grin.
“I was worried about you,” Clark replied, eyes darkening slightly as he frowned at Lex, “I thought, I don’t know, you seemed to be avoiding me.” Clark drew him away from the curious gaze of his father.
“I was,” Lex answered honestly.
“Oh.” Clark’s crestfallen expression tugged at Lex’s heart and he reached out to squeeze his friend’s shoulder.
“I didn’t want to, Clark, I just had some personal stuff I had to deal with,” Lex sighed.
Clark frowned at him again, “Stuff you couldn’t talk to me about?”
“Clark, you are my only friend, anything else and I would have come and talked to you, I hope you know that. But this…”
Clark raised an eyebrow curiously, the frown replaced with slight sadness.
“It’s okay, Clark,” Lex smiled reassuringly, “This was just something I had to deal with on my own.”
“So, you’re okay?” Clark asked quietly.
“I think so, yes,” Lex grinned.
“Does this have anything to do with the new look?” Clark finally smiled at him, making his heart flip-flop in his chest, just like it always did.
“You could say that,” Lex chuckled, “You like?”
Clark looked him up and down intently, making him shiver slightly. “Yeah,” he grinned at Lex, “Yeah, it’s cool. I wouldn’t have thought it, but somehow, it’s you.”
Lex grinned, despite having to clench his hands into fists behind his back to stop himself from hugging his best friend again. Unknowingly, Clark had penetrated to the heart of the matter.
“Yep,” he agreed, “This is me, Lex.”
Clark raised an eyebrow, “As opposed to?”
“As opposed to Lex Luthor.”
Clark nodded, “I see.”
Lex grinned again, knowing that he did. At times like this, Lex just wanted to go down on bended knee and propose. It still amazed him that, as much as he already loved this beautiful boy, his love could still grow. It seemed boundless, exponential.
For a moment, Lex had to look away from the deep pools of blue-green he’d been drowning in since the day they met, in order not to just come out and declare his undying love. Shaking his head, Lex laughed at his slightly sickening sentimentality.
“Lex?” Clark looked a little confused.
Reaching up again, Lex patted his friend’s shoulder. “So, Clark, how would you like to help me unpack?” he asked.
“Unpack?” Now Clark looked really confused.
“You know the Nelson place was sold?” Lex asked with a smirk.
“Yeah,” Clark frowned at him in bemusement.
“Well, I moved in this morning,” Lex’s grin widened as Clark’s jaw dropped.
“What? Why?”
“Well, I needed a place to live. So, how about it? You want to help a friend in need?” Lex asked hopefully.
“Lex, what’s going on?”
“I’ll throw in dinner,” Lex ignored the question.
“Lex!” Clark put his hands on his hips and glared at him.
“I promise, I’ll tell you all about it over dinner,” Lex sighed.
“Including what happened to your face?” Clark asked quietly, touching his jaw gently.
Lex closed his eyes, resisting turning and kissing his friend’s palm, “Yes, everything.”
“Okay, let me just clear it with my Dad.”
Lex opened his eyes and nodded. He shoved his hands in his pockets while he waited, surprised when Clark jogged back over almost immediately. “That was quick,” he commented.
Clark grinned, “I’ve done a lot of work today, a bit of judicious whining works wonders sometimes.”
“Great, let’s go,” Lex smiled happily. Clark flung an arm round his shoulders as they walked and Lex stifled a sigh, valiantly fighting the tightening of his groin from the casual embrace.
Back at the house, Lex led Clark into the organised chaos. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
Clark glanced around and shook his head, “Wow, you’re seriously going to live here, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Lex raised an eyebrow.
“No servants? Just you?”
“Just me,” Lex replied with a smirk.
“Why?”
“Ah, ah, over dinner, okay?”
Clark nodded, “Sure, okay. Wait, does this mean *you’re* doing the cooking?”
Lex laughed, “Yes, and before you ask, yes I *can* cook.”
“Ummm, good thing I’ve got an iron stomach,” Clark glanced at him, smirking.
“You doubt my word?” Lex asked in mock horror, aiming a playful punch at Clark’s shoulder.
“Would I?” Clark ducked under his arm and poked him in the ribs.
“Hey!” Lex rubbed his side. Clark’s abrupt change in demeanour from playful to concerned, surprised him.
“Shit, Lex, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Lex frowned, “What? No, Clark, what are you talking about? Of course you didn’t.”
Clark shuffled uncomfortably under his gaze. “You know I’d never hurt you, right Lex?”
Lex blinked in bemusement, wondering what on earth had brought this on. “Clark,” he reached out unconsciously to gently stroke back Clark’s hair, “You are the one person in my life that I *know* would never hurt me.”
Clark caught his hand and squeezed it gently, “Good. So, where do we start?”
Lex took a second to catch up with the abrupt change of subject. He wanted to know why Clark had suddenly been so worried and serious, but his friend was already digging in boxes. With a sigh, Lex joined him.
Part 3
Despite the light hearted banter they shared during the afternoon and evening as they worked to sort out his new home, Lex couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something indefinable had changed between him and Clark. And it worried him more than a little that he couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad something.
At last, Clark straightened up and stretched, yawning quietly. Lex stared appreciatively as his t-shirt rode up slightly, revealing a tantalising glimpse of firm, tanned abs.
“I’m beat,” Clark muttered, turning to look at him, “I believe I was promised dinner?”
Lex smiled, “Absolutely. Why don’t you make use of the shower while I get started.”
Clark’s eyes met his and Lex was startled by a glimpse of heat that made him inhale sharply, his chest and groin both tightening. But as abruptly as it had appeared, it was gone and Lex wondered if his imagination was playing tricks on him.
Quickly hiding his confusion, Lex turned towards the kitchen. “The towels are in the linen closet next to the bathroom and there are some clothes that should fit you in the second closet in my room,” he said hurriedly, not even worrying about how that sounded.
“Okay.”
He heard Clark head upstairs and let himself lean back against the counter, a little shaken. Had he been mistaken? Had he just imagined something he wanted to see in his friend’s eyes?
Before today, Lex would have said yes, definitively yes. But for some reason, today, he wasn’t so sure.
The creaking floorboards above him, reminded him that he was supposed to be preparing dinner and he got to work. True to his word, Lex did know how to cook, something he’d learned from a lover at university.
Losing himself in the preparation of the meal, Lex indulged himself in imagining that he and Clark were lovers, living together in this little farmhouse, sharing their lives like any other couple. It was fast becoming his favourite fantasy and he hummed contentedly.
A chuckle broke him out of his thoughts and he looked up, breath catching at the sight of a slightly flushed Clark in a tight t-shirt and jeans, grinning at him, damp hair curling wildly round his face.
“What?” he asked, almost snapping defensively as if Clark could tell what he’d been thinking.
“Nothing,” Clark continued to grin, “Just thinking how domesticated you look.”
Lex pouted, “Really?”
“Yeah, I feel like I should be saying ‘Hi Honey, I’m home’ or something,” Clark laughed.
Lex somehow managed to force a smile at his friend’s unknowingly intuitive comment.
“You want me to do anything?” Clark continued, oblivious.
“No, it just needs watching now,” Lex replied quietly.
“Well, why don’t you let me watch so you can take a shower?” Clark suggested.
Lex raised an eyebrow, “Can I trust you not to mess with my creation?” Again the sudden appearance of a serious expression on Clark’s face, startled him.
“You can always trust me, Lex.”
Lex blinked and stepped closer, “I know, Clark. Jesus, of course I know that, you’re the one person I do trust.” Lex frowned, “Is this about the past couple of weeks, because I swear, if I could have come to you, I would.”
“No,” Clark shook his head, “No, it’s not that, not really. I just, you know, I just wanted to be sure you knew.”
Lex lifted his hands and put them on Clark’s arms, squeezing slightly. “I know.”
Their eyes met and Lex was taken aback at the intensity of Clark’s gaze. He caught his breath and licked his lips nervously, watching Clark’s eyes darken. Lex found himself swaying a little closer before he caught himself, realising with a start how close he’d come to kissing his best friend.
Letting go, Lex took a step back and smiled. “It goes both ways, Clark, I hope you know that,” he whispered.
Clark nodded, “Yeah, I know.” The wide smile returned and it was as if nothing strange had happened.
“Good,” Lex managed to choke out through his constricted throat, and hurried upstairs to take his own shower.
Achingly hard and more than a little confused by the mixed signals he was getting from his friend, Lex knew he needed relief before he could face Clark again. Grabbing some clean clothes from his room, and a towel from the linen closet, he locked himself in the bathroom and switched on the water, stripping while he waited for it to heat up.
Sliding under the water, Lex sighed heavily and wrapped a hand round his cock, stroking firmly. He closed his eyes and imagined Clark in this same space, naked, maybe even doing the same thing he was. It wasn’t too much of a leap to attribute Clark’s flushed cheeks to him jerking off in *his* shower.
“Oh God,” Lex groaned quietly, tightening his grip as his pace quickened, picturing Clark leaning against the tiles, head flung back as he stroked himself under the water.
With a gasp of surprise, Lex came suddenly, violently, and had to clutch at the slippery wall when his knees weakened under him. Bending over, Lex tried to recover his breath and composure, before he hurriedly completed his shower, drying and dressing quickly.
Lex needed another full minute to calm and compose himself before he felt he could face Clark, then he unlocked the door and headed downstairs.
He found his friend sitting at the small dining table in the corner of the kitchen, staring into space, his expression dreamy. “Clark?”
Clark stood up so abruptly, that his chair fell backwards with a crash. Lex blinked in confusion and bemusement as Clark flushed vividly and stammered out an apology, bending to pick up the chair and refusing to meet his eyes.
“Clark, it’s fine,” Lex said quietly, tilting his head slightly to try and see his friend’s face.
Clark cleared his throat, “Um, sorry, you startled me.”
Lex quirked an eyebrow, “Oh, sorry.”
Clark shrugged, but still didn’t meet his eyes. “I, uh, I think it’s ready.”
“Hmm?” Lex frowned again, “Oh, dinner.” He turned to the oven, giving Clark a little time to recover himself from whatever had caused such a bizarre reaction, and dished up. Putting the plates on the table, Lex sat opposite Clark and smiled gently, relieved when Clark finally looked at him and smiled back.
“Bon appetit,” Lex grinned, watching his friend take a hesitant mouthful.
“Hey, this is good.”
“No need to sound so surprised,” Lex pouted, trying to sound hurt. Clark grinned at him. “Thanks, it was my mother’s favourite.”
Clark put down his fork and stared at him. “You, uh, you don’t talk about her much,” he commented hesitantly.
“No,” Lex grimaced, “Trained not to, in case I should remind Lionel that he was once capable of emotion.”
Clark frowned, “But that’s changed now?”
“Yeah,” Lex smiled softly, “Everything’s changed.”
“Tell me about it?” Clark asked quietly.
Part 4
Lex sighed, pushing his food round the plate with his fork. “I, uh, well I guess I’m a bit young for a mid life crisis, but I realised something a couple of weeks ago,” Lex smiled ruefully at his best friend.
“What?”
“I realised that I didn’t know who I was.” Clark frowned, but didn’t comment, waiting for him to continue.
“This has been coming on for a while, probably since we met. I started questioning just who and what I am and I realised that I didn’t know anymore; I’d lost myself in the Luthor name, the Luthor way of life. No, Clark,” Lex stopped his friend from leaping to his defence.
“It’s a good thing, because I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t happy, hadn’t been happy for a long time.”
“Oh, Lex,” Clark whispered sorrowfully.
Lex smiled and reached over the table to pat his hand, “It’s okay, Clark, really, because it made me think about what I really wanted in my life, what was important to me, and made me do something about it.”
“What?” Clark whispered, food forgotten as he stared at Lex.
“I quit.”
“You quit?” Clark exclaimed, startled.
“Well, not straight away,” Lex laughed humourlessly, “I went to my, to Lionel to explain to him what I wanted to do and he said no, so I quit.”
“What did he say?” Clark gasped.
“That I couldn’t, that Luthors don’t quit,” Lex snorted. Clark made a rude noise and Lex grinned at him, “Yeah, so I told him I didn’t want to be a Luthor anymore.”
“What did he say?” Clark repeated, shocked.
“He didn’t, he hit me.”
“Oh, Lex!” Clark reached across and gently cupped his face, running his thumb over Lex’s lip. Lex sucked in a sharp breath and Clark snatched away his hand like he’d been burned, looking away and flushing again.
“Clark?” Lex whispered uncertainly, his heart pounding so loudly he wasn’t sure if he’d even spoken aloud.
“I, shit, Lex, I’m s-sorry,” Clark stammered, hurriedly getting to his feet, “Maybe I should go.”
Lex stared uncomprehendingly for a moment, then stood quickly, hurrying after Clark.
“No wait,” he caught Clark’s arm and turned him round. “Don’t go, please, Clark,” he whispered, hesitantly raising his hand to stroke his best friend’s hair, breath hitching as Clark turned his head to nuzzle against his palm.
Swallowing hard, Lex stepped right up to his friend, almost unable to breathe as Clark bent his head slowly. He leaned up, putting his other hand on Clark’s shoulder, sighing when soft, full lips met his gently.
Slipping his hand round the back of Clark’s neck, Lex pulled him closer, moaning as Clark’s mouth opened against his and he slipped his tongue into the sweet warmth. Those soft lips moved against his, Clark’s tongue stroked his before moving to explore his mouth.
Warm, hazy desire diffused through his body and he clung to Clark, kissing him softly, reverently, trying to convey all the feelings he hadn’t yet confessed.
When they eventually pulled apart, Lex was glad of the arms that had slipped round his waist, holding him upright. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember how to get his legs to work.
“Oh God, Clark,” he breathed. Clark stared down at him uncertainly and he stroked the back of his friend’s neck reassuringly, “I think I need to sit down.”
Clark nodded dumbly and carried him into the lounge, sitting them both on the couch. They stared at each other and Lex didn’t really know what to say, still a little unsure of what Clark’s reaction was going to be.
“I, I didn’t realise,” Clark started, then he stopped, swallowing convulsively. Lex waited, needing to hear what his best friend was going to say, hoping that his future wasn’t going to be shattered by this.
“God, Lex, I don’t know if I can…” he paused and Lex’s heart leapt into his mouth, tears starting to prickle behind his eyelids. “This, this is a serious thing for me. I can’t, it can’t be casual.”
Lex suddenly found he could breathe again and he hurriedly interrupted Clark, “I love you.”
Clark blinked and stared at him, “Wh-what?”
“I’m in love with you, Clark. I don’t want, I can’t do casual… not with you.”
“I, oh.” Clark looked a little stunned, so Lex wrapped his arms round broad shoulders and hugged him. Clark dropped his head onto his shoulder with a sigh, and Lex found his hands entwining themselves in thick, dark hair of their own accord.
Clark made a small noise and rubbed his face against Lex’s neck. Lex closed his eyes and gently stroked his friend’s hair, surprised by the warm glow of contentment that suffused him. He felt Clark whisper something against his skin and pulled back slightly.
“What?” he asked gently.
“I love you too, Lex,” Clark whispered again.
Lex’s heart clenched almost painfully and he took a deep hitching breath, holding Clark tightly.
“Lex?”
“Yeah?” Lex pulled back again so he could see Clark’s face.
“What happened, you know, with your, with Lionel?” Clark asked hesitantly.
“He disowned me,” Lex replied quietly.
“Oh,” Clark sat up, “Oh Lex, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be, Clark, it’s okay,” Lex sighed, “I knew it was a probability when I went to see him. He thinks I’m just acting up, trying to annoy him, he’s waiting for me to give up and go crawling back to him, so it doesn’t matter.”
“God, yes it does!” Clark exclaimed, “Jesus, Lex, he’s your father, what could you possibly have asked him that could warrant that?”
Lex smiled slightly at his friend’s vehemence, “I asked him if I could go back to University.”
“Fuck, Lex!”
Lex blinked in surprise, “Clark!”
“Sorry, I just, God I hate him!” Clark sighed and looked up at him, “But, what are you going to do? I mean, how are you going to live?”
Lex hugged him close again, touched by the concern. “It’s fine, Clark, really, I have my own money, how do you think I bought this place?”
“Really?”
“Really,” Lex nodded.
Clark looked away again, “So, so you’ll be going to college in the fall?” He sounded despondent.
“Only to Met. U. Clark. I’ll be home every weekend, you can come and see me even… well maybe, if your parents let you.”
Clark pulled away abruptly, “Lex?”
“Yeah?” Lex frowned, suddenly worried, especially when Clark just stared at the floor. “Clark?”
“I, I uh, there’s something you should know… about me,” Clark whispered.
“Clark, I’d kind of figured out the strength and speed thing,” Lex said softly, trying to reassure him.
“It’s, it’s more than that,” Clark whispered.
“You have other abilities?” Lex asked, surprised.
“No, well I mean, yes, but that’s not what I meant,” Clark sighed.
Lex raised an eyebrow, “What other abilities?”
“Well, uh,” Clark swallowed hard, “You did hit me with your car.”
“Oh God,” Lex gasped, falling back against the couch, “Oh my God, I knew it, I knew I’d hit you. But, but you’re okay?”
“Yeah,” Clark replied hurriedly, looking at him in concern, “I was a bit bruised for a while, that’s all.”
“Jesus,” Lex ran his hand over his scalp shakily.
“Lex?” Clark sounded distinctly nervous.
“Oh, Clark, it’s okay. I’m just so glad I didn’t kill you,” Lex breathed out heavily.
“I’m not sure anything can kill me, Lex, I’m not human.” Clark licked his lips and stared at him intently.
Lex gaped, for a moment, his brain refusing to work, “I, excuse me?”
Clark leaned over and ran his fingers over his scalp. “I’m so sorry, Lex, this is my fault. The meteor shower… it was me arriving.”
Lex caught Clark’s hand, “No, not your fault, you were a small child.” Now he could think, Lex knew he had to reassure his friend, “Clark, I mean, this is big, this is really *big*, damn, but, I love *you*. I love who you are, not what you are.”
“Really?” The question was tremulous.
“Really,” Lex stroked Clark’s knuckles with his thumb.
“I uh, I have another confession,” Clark cleared his throat and flushed vividly.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I kinda, I mean, I didn’t mean to, but I watched you…”
Lex blinked in confusion, “You watched me?”
“Iwatchedyouintheshower,” Clark whispered hurriedly.
Lex frowned, trying to work out what he’d said. Then it was his turn to flush, he could feel the heat suffusing his face. “Oh my…” Then Clark’s words really registered, “Wait, how?”
“X-ray sight,” Clark whispered.
“You, huh?” Lex shook his head, a little concerned that he’d been so incoherent quite so often, but the evening had become somewhat overwhelming. “Wow.”
Lex looked at Clark, his friend still looked hesitant, so he smiled. “Wow,” he repeated, “Is there anything else I should know?”
“I float sometimes, in my sleep,” Clark said quietly.
Lex blinked and cleared his throat, “I uh, I’ll have to remember that for future reference.” Clark flushed and Lex grinned at him. “Come here.” Lex raised an arm and pulled Clark back into his embrace, tilting his head up. Clark leaned into him again and their lips met gently.
Lex kissed his best friend slowly and thoroughly, exploring his mouth; until Clark whimpered, cupped his face and sucked hard on his tongue. A bolt of desire shot straight to his groin, and Lex pulled back, panting slightly. “Damn!” he muttered.
“What?” Clark asked hesitantly.
Lex patted his cheek gently, “It’s just, I, I want you too much.”
“Oh, *oh*,” Clark flushed again, “Well, I…”
“No, Clark, I can’t, we can’t, not till you’re legal,” Lex sighed.
“Oh,” Clark looked at the floor again.
“When’s your birthday?” Lex asked.
“Not soon enough,” Clark muttered.
Lex laughed, “Oh, Clark, my sentiments exactly.” He glanced at his watch, “You should probably be going anyway, Clark, don’t want you to be grounded.”
Clark sighed and nodded, “Yeah, I guess.”
Lex got up and held out his hand, Clark took it and stood up and they walked to the door, hand in hand. “Would it be all right if I came by tomorrow?” Lex asked quietly.
“You’d better,” Clark smiled at him.
Lex pulled him down for another kiss and was enfolded in a brief, crushing hug. He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth.
“Tomorrow,” Clark whispered. He brushed his lips over Lex’s, then he was gone, leaving only a gust of wind behind.
Lex sighed and closed the door. Then he smiled, being happy was definitely the best feeling in the world.
Part 5
Lex woke slowly, stretching luxuriously, until he noticed the light was all wrong. With a frown, he glanced at the clock and groaned at how late it was. That would teach him to become too reliant on servants. If he wanted to get to the Kents in time for lunch, when Clark would have a little time free, he’d have to hurry.
Lex took a quick shower and dug in his closet for some tight jeans and a t-shirt with the words ‘Capitalism Sucks’ emblazoned across the front. It appealed to his sense of humour, and hopefully would make Clark laugh. Tugging on black leather boots and his jacket, Lex strolled down the stairs, picking up his mail on the way out.
He walked reasonably hurriedly over the hill and down towards the Kent house, as he hadn’t seen anyone in the fields, Lex assumed they were indoors.
Knocking on the door, he waited, only slightly nervously, and was rewarded with Clark’s appearance and a broad smile. Clark slipped out, closing the door behind him.
“Hey, Lex,” he grinned.
“Hey yourself,” Lex replied with a smirk.
“Nice shirt,” Clark laughed, then his eyes glazed slightly, “Nice jeans,” he whispered.
Before Lex could reply, he was pulled into Clark’s, his lips captured in a deep kiss. Lex just managed to stifle a moan and gripped Clark’s hair, tugging him closer as he opened to his boyfriend’s exploration.
“Clark? Who is it?” Martha Kent called from inside. Clark broke away with a whispered curse and Lex couldn’t help his smile.
“It’s Lex, Mom,” Clark called back. Clark leaned forward to kiss him briefly, then opened the door, holding it so Lex had to brush past him to get in.
“Tease,” Lex whispered as he squeezed past. Clark just nodded and smiled.
“Good,” Lex checked his watch, “Morning,” he greeted Clark’s parents.
“Good morning, Lex,” Martha smiled genuinely, “Are you staying for lunch?”
“I’m sure Lex has more important things to do,” Jonathan commented.
Lex ignored the broad hint and smiled at Martha, “Thank you, I’d love to.” Clark walked in behind him and indicated the free chair before sitting himself. Jonathan scowled at him as he sat, and Lex smirked.
“Is that a joke?”
Lex raised an eyebrow at the stern farmer, “Is what a joke?”
“The shirt.”
“In a way, yes,” Lex nodded.
“What’s going on, Lex? Clark told us you’ve moved into the Nelson place on your own,” Martha asked.
“That’s right,” Lex smiled, “It’s my home now.”
“Why, the castle a little large for you all of a sudden?” Jonathan sneered.
“Dad!” Clark admonished his father.
“I’m no longer welcome at the castle, or indeed any Luthor property." The Kents frowned at him. “You didn’t tell them?” Lex glanced at Clark questioningly.
Clark shook his head, “No, it’s not my place to tell stuff like that.”
Lex smiled and looked down at the table. Typical Clark. “I’ve got something to show you,” Lex looked back up at Clark and smiled again, heart tightening a little at the sweet expression in Clark’s eyes. He pulled out and opened one of the letters, scanning it quickly before passing it over to Clark.
His friend read it quietly, then looked up in surprise, “Why?”
Lex shrugged, “I told you, I’m not a Luthor, I don’t want to keep that name with all it’s associations and implications.”
“You changed your name?” Martha asked gently.
Lex nodded. While the Kents looked over the letter, Lex pulled out the second one and opened it, feeling a little strange and nervous. He read it quietly, it was what he’d expected, the legal mumbo jumbo, but as he continued to read, his face darkened and bitter tears prickled the backs of his eyes.
Lex stood abruptly, dropping the letter, and he stalked out of the house. He walked blindly until he realised he was in Clark’s loft. Standing next to the telescope, he stared unseeingly over the fields.
While he’d expected the letter, Lex had hoped that it would be *from* his father, not some faceless lawyer. Lionel hadn’t even signed it and the disregard stung, cutting him completely and finally from his only family.
“You’ve always got me,” Clark whispered, sliding his arms around Lex’s waist and puling him back against his chest. Lex sighed and dropped his head back onto Clark’s shoulder.
“I know,” he whispered back, comforted by the warm embrace. Even though it was what he’d wanted, that it was now a fait accompli, was a little unnerving. He’d never really been on his own, he had Clark, yes, but from now on, his decisions and choices were his and his alone; and that was almost scary.
A small part of him wondered if his father really *would* let him go once Lionel realised he was serious and not just acting up. Clark kissed his temple and Lex relaxed, only just realising how tense he’d been.
“I guess it’s really over,” he whispered.
“No,” Clark said quietly, nuzzling his neck, “It’s just beginning.”
Lex smiled and twisted round so he could lean up for a kiss. Clark cradled his head gently between strong hands, reassuring him that he truly wasn’t alone. “I love you, Clark,” he whispered against his friend’s lips.
Clark rested his forehead against his and smiled at him, “I love you too.”
While he knew Clark would hold him as long as he needed, Lex didn’t want the Kents wondering where they were and he pulled away reluctantly. “Come on,” he said quietly, “Let’s go back.”
Clark nodded and they walked back to the house in comfortable silence. Lunch had been laid out and the Kents tried not to stare at him when he sat down. Lex smiled ruefully.
“Sorry,” he said quietly.
“It’s okay, Lex,” Martha smiled gently at him.
“Why?” Jonathan asked bluntly.
“Dad!” Clark frowned at his father.
“It’s okay, Clark,” Lex reached out to briefly touch his boyfriend’s arm. Then he turned to face Jonathan, “Because it’s not what I want.”
Jonathan frowned, staring at him intently. Lex resisted the urge to look away and squirm under the scrutinizing gaze.
“You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that,” he said finally.
Lex smirked, “Thank you.”
“What are you going to do now?” Martha asked.
“I’m going back to university. I want to be a scientist, not a business man,” Lex smiled at her.
“What are you going to do in the meantime?”
“Well, I have to study a bit, but otherwise, I don’t know,” Lex sniffed happily, “Got any jobs going?”
Clark laughed and Lex smirked at the expressions on the Kents’ faces.
“That would be so cool, Lex,” Clark said enthusiastically.
“Clark,” Jonathan said quietly, “You know we can’t afford…”
“I don’t need paying,” Lex interrupted.
Jonathan stiffened, “And I don’t need charity.”
“I wasn’t suggesting that,” Lex sighed, “In fact I was going to ask if Clark would be able to help me out in return.”
“Oh,” Jonathan deflated.
Lex caught Clark’s eyes and grinned, nodding minutely at Clark’s raised eyebrow, confirming that it was an excuse for them to be able to spend more time together.
Clark grinned. “Sounds good to me,” he said quietly.
“We can always use an extra hand,” Martha smiled at Lex.
Jonathan sighed, outvoted, “Fine.”
“Great,” Lex smiled genuinely and dug into his lunch enthusiastically.
Part 6
Lex lifted a bale of hay and launched it over the side of the loft. Wiping away the sweat stinging his eyes, he sighed.
“Remind me again why I’m doing this.”
Clark poked his head up into the loft, “So I can come over and make out with you.”
Lex raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend and laughed, “Ah true. Well I guess it’s worth it then.”
Clark pretended to look hurt, “Well, you know, if you don’t want me…”
“Don’t even go there,” Lex chuckled, “You know damn well how much I want you.”
Clark’s grin was worth all the aches and pains in the world. His boyfriend climbed the rest of the way up the ladder and walked over slowly. “Have I told you how sexy you look, all hot and sweaty,” Clark flushed lightly as he spoke and Lex might have laughed, if the look in his eyes hadn’t gone straight to his groin.
“Clark,” he whispered warningly.
Clark sighed, “I know, sorry.”
Lex risked a hug, “It’s okay. When’s your birthday?”
Clark laughed. The question had become something of a running joke. “Not soon enough,” he replied as usual.
“What’s not soon enough?”
Lex and Clark jumped apart hurriedly, just before Jonathan made his way up the ladder.
“Uh, my birthday,” Clark replied, “Lex promised me something special.”
Lex choked slightly, eyes widening as he stared at Clark, who shrugged helplessly.
“Hmm,” Jonathan glanced at him, “Just as long as it’s not a car or a truck.”
Lex had to smother a slightly hysterical laugh, “I promise, it’s not a vehicle of any kind.” Clark grinned mischievously at him. “Can Clark stay over for dinner tonight, Jon?” Lex asked.
“Check with Martha,” Jonathan shrugged. Lex smiled and nodded.
Clark’s father was gradually relaxing around him and was less caustic towards him as the summer progressed, but Lex was more than a little worried as to how the older man would react to his involvement with Clark. He fully intended on being honest with the Kents once Clark turned sixteen, but he had a feeling that the fact they’d had a relationship for so long before telling them, would not go in his favour.
But Clark was still hesitant about even telling his parents on his birthday and Lex had to respect that.
“Come on, Clark, I need you in the fields,” Jonathan climbed down the ladder again. Clark sighed and glanced regretfully at him.
“Later, baby,” Lex whispered, sneaking a quick kiss. Clark grinned again and ran a gentle finger over his scalp.
“Later,” he nodded and left Lex with the hay.
@>*~
The door opened and Lex looked up from his notes.
“Hi, honey, I’m home!”
“Oh, you’re funny,” Lex snickered.
“Aren’t I though?” Clark grinned at him.
He sauntered over slowly and leaned over Lex, licking his lips. Lex’s mouth went dry and he let Clark pull his notes from nerveless fingers. His breath hitched as he watched Clark slowly slide his hands up his thighs, then his chest, to finally rest on his shoulders, Clark straddling his lap.
“Hello there,” Clark breathed, bending his head to lick at his lips.
Lex groaned, slipping his hands into Clark’s hair to tug him closer and deepen the teasing kiss. Clark shifted forward, pressing his groin against his tight crotch. Lex thrust up, unable to help himself, it was getting harder and harder, both literally and figuratively, to find the will power to stop the longer they were together.
Finally he managed to push Clark back. Clark grunted in disappointment and he sighed into his boyfriend’s mouth. Clark shifted again so he was sitting next to him.
“Sorry,” Lex whispered.
“Me too,” Clark smiled a little sadly. “Thought I’d corrupt you for sure this time.”
Lex blinked, then he started to laugh, as he knew Clark had intended, “You, corrupt me? Oh God, Clark.”
Clark chuckled and leaned in for another, more chaste, kiss. “What’s for dinner?”
Lex laughed again, “You only want me for my culinary skills, don’t you?”
“Oh, of course,” Clark replied mock seriously, “Where else am I going to find a lover as sexy and domesticated as you?”
Lex spluttered, trying not to dissolve completely into hysterical laughter. “Domesticated?!” he shook his head, “After the dreaded washing machine incident?”
“Ah, but you learnt your lesson,” Clark chuckled.
“Never overload your machine, or it will explode,” Lex sighed, shaking his head, “It’s not my fault I forgot to do my laundry and then tried to fit it all in one go. I thought it’d be quicker.”
“I know,” Clark covered his mouth and snorted, chest shaking with suppressed laughter, “I can still remember Mom’s face when we heard it go.”
“I still remember yours when you came to rescue me,” Lex smiled quietly. Clark sighed and hugged him close.
“I was so worried,” Clark whispered.
“I was so wet,” Lex laughed quietly.
Clark smiled. “Which is never a bad thing,” he licked Lex’s neck. “So what’s for dinner,” he whispered against his wetted skin and Lex shivered.
Clearing his throat, Lex blinked, “Ah, what?”
Clark snickered, “Dinner?”
“Oh, yeah,” Lex shook his head, “Lasagne.”
Clark twisted slightly, staring intently in the direction of the kitchen, “I’d say we’ve got ten minutes till it’s ready.”
Lex glanced at his watch, “Yeah, that sounds right.”
Clark picked up the notes he’d dropped on the floor and handed them to him. Lex looked at him blankly. “Study,” Clark smirked.
“Are you kidding me?” Lex gaped.
“Um, duh?”
“God, you’ve definitely got the whole corruption thing backwards!” Lex laughed, “Come here, tease.”
Clark leaned over him and sighed when their lips met gently. Gentle didn’t last long as Clark’s hands started to roam and his tongue entwined with Lex’s.
A quiet knock preceded the door opening immediately. “Clark, Lex? I thought you boys might, oh,” Martha stopped in the doorway.
Lex and Clark scrambled apart and Lex groaned at the shocked expression on her face.
“Mom?” Clark said hesitantly. Martha appeared to snap out of a daze and she blinked.
“Martha, would you like to sit down?” Lex asked quietly.
“I think I’d better,” she replied, walking into the room. She put down the box of cookies she was holding and sat down, still looking a little blank. Clark slipped into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water which he offered to his mother.
Lex was a little worried by how shaken his boyfriend looked, but resisted touching him, unsure of what Clark’s or Martha’s reaction would be. But he did feel relieved when Clark sat back down next to him.
“Clark?” she started uncertainly.
“Mom, it’s, it’s not what you think,” Clark said hurriedly.
Lex flinched, his chest clenching painfully and he had to look away, to hide the raw hurt he knew was on his face at Clark’s denial.
“Shit,” Clark sighed and touched his knee gently, hesitantly. Lex bit his lip and looked back up. “Lex, I didn’t mean it like that,” Clark whispered, a pained expression on his face.
“How did you mean it, Clark?” Martha asked quietly.
“I meant, we weren’t just messing around, Mom,” Clark sighed, “This is serious.”
Lex sighed deeply in relief, his breath hitching slightly.
“How serious? How long has this been going on?” she asked, her tone quiet but with a slight edge to it.
“Since Lex moved in here, Mom, Lex wanted to tell you and Dad, please don’t blame him,” Clark swallowed nervously.
“And were you ever going to tell us?”
“Yes, of course,” Clark sighed, “On my birthday.”
“On your birthday,” Martha looked relieved suddenly, “Does that mean you aren’t, you haven’t…?”
“No!” Clark exclaimed, flushing vividly.
Martha glanced at Lex and he nodded his confirmation. “Well, that’s something, I suppose,” she sighed.
“I’m sorry, Martha. Please believe me, I love Clark and I respect your family, I didn’t intend for this to be underhanded in anyway,” Lex tried to explain, a little nervously.
She stared at him as if gauging his sincerity and finally nodded, “I believe you, Lex. I hope you realise I can’t keep this from Jonathan.”
Clark blanched and Lex squeezed his hand gently. “I understand, Martha. Would it be okay if I came back with Clark after dinner, so we can all talk?” Lex asked quietly.
“I think that would be a good idea,” she nodded, “Clark, I’m a little disappointed that you felt you couldn’t talk to us about this.”
“I know, Mom, I’m sorry,” Clark whispered despondently, “It’s just, it’s a big thing, you know?”
Martha raised an eyebrow and Clark flushed, ducking his head. “I’ll see you both later,” she said quietly.
Lex waited till the door closed before he wrapped his arms round Clark. His boyfriend buried his face in his neck and sighed. “It’s going to be okay, love,” he whispered, “We had to tell them sometime.”
“I know,” Clark mumbled, “I just would have liked more time to prepare.”
Lex pressed a soft kiss to Clark’s hair and nodded, “Yeah, me too.”
Part 7
Lex held Clark’s hand, trying to impart some calm. For some reason, his boyfriend had worked himself into a panic over dinner, despite Lex trying to reassure and reason with him.
“Clark, please, just calm down,” he whispered before they headed into the Kent farmhouse.
Clark sighed heavily, “I’m trying, I just, I don’t want anything to happen to us.”
“It won’t, love,” Lex said firmly, then his expression darkened for a second, “I won’t let it.” Clark grinned suddenly. “What?” Lex asked.
“That was very ‘business Lex’”,” Clark leaned over and nibbled his earlobe, “Very sexy.”
Lex shivered, eyelids sliding closed, “I’ll uh, I’ll remember that.”
Clark wrapped his arms round him and kissed his neck, “I love you, Lex.”
Lex clasped his boyfriend’s face between his hands, gently pulling him down so their foreheads rested together, and stared up into Clark’s eyes. “I love you, Clark, always.”
“Let’s go,” Clark whispered.
Lex felt apprehensive, but not overly so, hopefully Jonathan would understand a little why they’d kept their relationship a secret. He followed Clark into the house where Martha and Jonathan were sitting in the lounge.
“Boys,” Martha greeted them, “Sit down.” Lex watched her curiously, she seemed to have accepted what she’d seen as she was almost smiling at them.
“So, what’s going on?” Jonathan asked.
Lex sat down next to Clark and put a hand on his knee. “Well, uh, we have something to tell you,” Lex started.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow expectantly, “Oh?”
“Yeah, Dad,” Clark glanced at his mother, who smiled encouragingly, “Uh, Lex and I are uh, well, Lex and I are dating.”
Jonathan stared and Lex stiffened apprehensively, feeling Clark stiffen reflexively next to him. Then to everyone’s surprise, Jonathan started laughing.
Clark looked distinctly put out, “It’s not funny Dad, we’re serious.”
“I, I’m sorry,” Jonathan snorted and wiped his eyes, “I just, was it supposed to be news to me?”
“You knew?” Martha gasped, pre-empting Lex.
“Didn’t you?” Jonathan asked in surprise.
“Well, no,” Martha looked shocked and it was all Lex could do not to laugh, he especially didn’t glance in Clark’s direction, knowing that his boyfriend’s expression would surely set him off. “You didn’t say anything,” Martha continued.
“I just assumed you knew, I didn’t realise it was a secret,” Jonathan shook his head and laughed again, “I can’t believe you didn’t know!”
“I can’t believe you did,” Clark gaped at his father.
Lex calmed himself. “And you’re okay with it?” he asked quietly.
“Have I said anything to the contrary?” Jonathan asked.
“No, I’m just a little surprised,” Lex replied honestly, “After all my history hasn’t exactly…”
“You’ve left your past behind you, I think I can too, Lex,” Jonathan said quietly.
“Thank you,” Lex smiled gratefully.
“Well,” Jonathan said gruffly, “Clark is happy, that’s what’s important.”
Clark flushed and grinned, putting his hand over Lex’s.
“I still can’t believe you never said anything,” Martha shook her head.
“Honey, I honestly thought you knew,” Jonathan leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“Well, I don’t know,” she sighed, “I still wish you’d come to us sooner about this, Clark.”
“I know, Mom. It’s just, you know, with everything else,” Lex noticed Jonathan and Martha stiffen and glance at each other, “I just didn’t want to… it just…”
Lex intervened, “What Clark means is, he didn’t want to feel like he was burdening you with even more, uh, issues.”
“*More* ‘issues’?” Martha raised an eyebrow. Clark flushed again and stared pleadingly at Lex, who grimaced apologetically. He didn’t know if Clark wanted to tell his parents that he knew his secret or not.
“Lex knows,” Clark sighed.
“What?!” Jonathan and Martha snapped in unison.
“I couldn’t lie to him, not any more, please understand that,” Clark begged.
“I would never hurt Clark,” Lex said quietly.
The two elder Kents stared at him and Lex stared back, meeting their eyes unflinchingly. Eventually Martha smiled and Jonathan nodded.
“Good,” Jonathan nodded again, “Good.”
Lex breathed a small sigh of relief and Clark grinned, leaning back against the couch and slinging an arm round him. Lex sighed, shifting a little closer, revelling in the free contact and just the warmth of Clark’s body. Then he pulled back.
“I should go,” he said regretfully.
The Kents nodded and Clark got up with him to walk him home. Clark slipped his hand into his and interlaced their fingers and Lex smiled.
“That was… Clark, how did he know?” Lex shook his head in bemusement.
“I don’t know,” Clark chuckled ruefully, “I can’t believe I got myself so worked up. Hey, do you think, now they know they’ll let me visit you in Metropolis?”
Lex shrugged, “Would they have before? I mean you will have school after all, and I’ll be home on weekends.”
“I guess,” Clark sighed, “Still it would be nice, I’m gonna miss you so much, Lex.”
“Yeah, I know, me too.” They stopped at his door, and Lex drew his boyfriend into his arms. “But we’ve still got all summer,” he whispered against soft lips. Clark moaned and a hot tongue flickered out to trace his mouth before slipping between his lips and delving deeply.
With a groan, Lex leaned up, pressing every part of himself that he could into Clark. His breath hitched when strong hands clutched his ass, dragging him even closer, erection grinding into answering hardness. Lex gasped and pulled himself away.
“God, Clark,” he panted. Looking up, he saw his boyfriend’s expression of glazed lust from darkened eyes and swallowed hard, “Go. Now,” he whispered, allowing himself one brief touch to Clark’s cheek to take the sting from his words. Clark closed his eyes and took a deep breath, visibly controlling himself, then nodded.
“Love you,” Clark whispered.
“Love you too,” Lex replied. Clark nodded again, not looking at him, then he turned and was gone. With a regretful sigh, Lex adjusted himself and resigned himself to another night of dreams.
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