Lex, Not Luthor 2
Part 8
Lex opened his eyes, suddenly aware of a presence in his room. Then he smiled.
“Clark, what are you doing here?” he asked softly, shifting his head so he could see the long form of his boyfriend curled up against the wall. Clark stared at him, eyes serious, face expressionless. Feeling suddenly worried, Lex frowned and sat up. “Clark, what is it?”
“I need you.”
Lex sighed and pulled back the covers, slipping out of bed to join Clark on the floor. “I know…”
“No!” Clark snapped, “Don’t come near me, Lex, don’t touch me.”
Lex snatched back his hand, hurt and confused by the way Clark was acting. He sat back against the bed, wrapping his arms defensively round his chest.
“You don’t understand, Lex, how hard it was for me to stop last night,” Clark started.
“You don’t think I understand?” Lex frowned.
“Lex, I nearly didn’t stop. Do have any idea how easy it would be for me to continue? To convince myself that you don’t really mean it when you say no? Because I *know* how much you want me too. What if… wh-what if I forced you?” Clark wrapped his arms round his knees and started to rock slowly, tears trickling silently down his face.
Lex felt his heart twist in his chest, he hadn’t realised quite how much this was affecting Clark. How scared Clark was that he would, or could hurt him.
“You couldn’t, Clark,” Lex whispered, carefully moving nearer to Clark and tentatively reaching out a hand to stroke his hair.
“How do you know?”
Lex barely heard him, Clark was so quiet, so tremulous.
“Because I know you, Clark, you could never hurt anyone, let alone someone you care about,” Lex said quietly, but with complete certainty. Clark loved him, and Lex trusted him completely.
“Really?” Clark moved faster than Lex could see and he found himself pinned to the floor under his boyfriend, blue green eyes darkened to almost black. His heartbeat speeded up slightly, but Lex just stared up at Clark quietly. “Do you still think that?” Clark asked.
Lex nodded. Clark leaned down and took his mouth in a fierce kiss and pressed down against his body, rocking hard against his groin. Lex gasped, unable to help the reaction of his body to Clark, and thrust up against him. With a deep breath, Lex managed to pull away.
“Stop, Clark,” Lex whispered. Clark shook his head and thrust a little harder against his hardening erection. “Clark, please stop,” he said calmly, somehow knowing that he had to stay calm, no matter what.
“Lex, please,” Clark pleaded quietly, “Please don’t make me stop, oh God, please.”
“Clark, stop,” Lex repeated quietly. Clark wrenched himself away from Lex with a desperate cry and huddled himself up in the corner of the room. Lex sat up, then quickly crawled over to his boyfriend and tugged him into his arms. “It’s okay, baby.”
“No, it’s not,” Clark shook his head, “I’m so sorry, I nearly…”
“But you didn’t,” Lex held him tighter.
“But, I nearly…”
“Clark, you didn’t and I knew you wouldn’t, it’s okay,” Lex whispered.
“How did you know?” Clark asked, finally letting Lex hold him properly and snuggling into his shoulder.
Lex smiled gently, “I love you, I trust you. And I feel exactly the same way, Clark, it took every ounce of self control I have to ask you to stop.”
“Then why did you?” Clark whispered, “You know I want you, you know I love you.”
Lex sighed, sometimes he wondered himself why he was still so insistent that they wait, especially now, in the face of Clark’s desperate need and pain. “I can’t be… Clark, you couldn’t force me, and in the same vein I couldn’t take advantage. No, Clark,” he stopped his boyfriend from speaking, “In the eyes of the law I wouldn’t just be taking advantage, I would be raping you. You can’t do that to me and I most definitely can’t do that to you, do you understand?”
Clark nodded and sighed, gently running a finger over his scalp, “Yeah. I’m sorry, Lex.”
“Yeah,” Lex sighed, he held Clark tightly for a while, just listening to his love breathe. Eventually, he shifted, “Listen, let me take a shower and then I’ll make you some breakfast, okay?” Then Lex paused and frowned, an idea occurring to him.
“What?” Clark asked.
Lex blinked, wondering how much he could say without it being possible to interpret it as manipulation. “I, uh, why don’t you make yourself comfortable,” Lex patted the bed, “While I’m *in* the shower.” Lex cleared his throat and nervously scratched the back of his neck.
Clark stared at him in confusion for a moment, then his eyes widened and Lex was yanked forward into a hard kiss. His lips were bitten lightly until he parted them and Clark’s tongue plunged into his mouth. Clark stood up, pulling Lex with him, then he pulled back, both of them panting hard.
“I’d uh, I’d like that,” Clark whispered shyly, his voice and the heat in his gaze as he looked at Lex through his eyelashes, sent shivers straight down Lex’s spine to his groin and his gut clenched. He nodded and backed away, grabbing his towel, watching Clark strip off to his boxers and get into his bed.
With a whimper, Lex had to turn away or he knew he’d never get out of the room. He hurried to the bathroom, eager to get into the shower so he could relieve the tension in his groin. Aware that Clark would be watching, Lex faced to the wall adjacent to his room and stripped his pyjamas off slowly, turning briefly to bend over and pick the discarded clothing up and drop them in the laundry basket.
Lex stepped under the water, the stream hitting his sensitive cock made him hiss and thrust his hips forward unconsciously. It wasn’t going to take much, the mere thought of Clark jerking off in *his* bed, a single wall separating them, already had him hard enough for it to hurt.
He wrapped his hand round his cock tightly, giving himself a second to gain some sort of control, before he started to stroke. Eyes sliding closed, Lex gave himself up to the image of Clark lying back in his bed, thrusting into his fist, watching him.
Lex licked his fingers and dragged them down his neck to his chest, circling nipples before pinching them roughly, gasping quietly. He returned them to his mouth, slicking them up with saliva, then reached behind himself to penetrate his asshole with one finger.
Clark’s cry of his name echoed round the house and Lex jerked into his fist helplessly, pushing his finger deep inside himself as he came. Lex slid down the wall as his legs gave way under him and he sat under the steady stream of water smiling quietly.
When he found the energy, Lex pushed himself back up and washed quickly, dressing before he went back to his room. Clark was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed. The room smelt of sex and Lex had to quickly suppress another twinge of arousal.
Clark flushed, barely looking at him. Lex smiled and sat on the bed next to him, not quite touching him.
“Okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah,” Clark whispered, “Thanks.” Lex slid an arm round Clark’s shoulders and leaned into his strong body, inhaling quietly.
“Do you want to take a shower?” Lex asked quietly. Clark shook his head. Lex smirked, “You sure?” Clark chuckled and nodded. “Breakfast then?”
“Yeah, and I need to phone my parents, I kinda skipped out on my dad this morning,” Clark flushed again.
“Ah,” Lex bit his lip, “Are you going to get into trouble?”
“I don’t know. I hope not, but it’s not really the sort of thing I want to explain to them,” Clark said quietly.
Lex winced. Learning their son was worried he might rape his lover was not something any parent needed or wanted to hear. And it wasn’t something he wanted Clark to worry about anymore. “You know I’m happy with anything you want to tell them, but I do know that they trust you, just the same as I do, love, okay?”
Clark nodded. “I know,” he whispered, “I love you.”
Lex’s chest clenched just a little, as it always did when Clark told him he loved him. The words were so precious to him, especially as he’d heard them so little in his life. “I love you too, Clark.”
Clark pulled him round into his lap and kissed him gently, Lex smiled against soft lips and slid his fingers into thick hair, tugging gently to deepen the kiss, his tongue probing Clark’s mouth slowly. With a quiet moan, Lex pulled back, clasping Clark’s face to look at him a little apologetically.
“I know,” Clark whispered, and levered Lex off his lap. Lex got up and slipped his hand into Clark’s to lead him downstairs.
Part 9
“So, what are you planning for Clark?” Martha asked.
Lex looked up from where he was currently digging a large hole for reasons that hadn’t yet been explained to him. He’d asked Clark, jokingly, if he was digging his own grave, and received quite a grope in reply, along with the clear, ringing laugh he loved. Happy to pause, Lex leaned on the spade and wiped a drop of sweat from the end of his nose.
“I’m not sure yet,” he replied, “I’m debating between a weekend in Metropolis, with your permission of course, or doing something nice and quiet down here.”
“Anything you do for him will be special, Lex, you know that,” she smiled at him gently.
Lex was pleasantly surprised by the gesture of approval. “Thanks, Martha, I hope so,” he smiled back.
“You haven’t been up to Met since…” she paused, “Well anyway, it might be nice for the two of you to get away from everything for a day or two.”
While Lex had stiffened at the reference to his leaving his father and LuthorCorp behind him, he relaxed at the tacit permission in her words. And it would be nice to have Clark all to himself for a while, although not having to worry about being caught all the time had made things easier for them.
His sweet boyfriend was still a little stressy about how intimate they got, but Lex had at least managed to stop him worrying about pushing things too far. As if Clark could ever hurt him! Lex smiled.
“You do that a lot more often now,” Martha commented. Lex raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Smile properly. It’s nice.”
Lex was surprised to feel himself flushing. “I, thank you,” he said self consciously.
“Lex, are you blushing?”
Lex swung round, grinning. “Maybe a little,” he replied, tilting his head up for a kiss.
Clark bent his head and obliged him thoroughly, then straightened, licking his lips with a grin of his own. “Mom, what did you do?”
“Me?” she exclaimed, blinking innocently.
“Lex doesn’t just blush,” Clark chuckled, wrapping an arm round him. Lex leaned into him, breathing in subtly for the comfortingly grounding, musky, sweaty scent of his boyfriend.
“He just can’t take compliments,” Martha raised an eyebrow and Lex ducked his head.
“I’m not used to genuine ones,” he said quietly.
“Well, get used to them,” Clark whispered quietly in his ear, nuzzling into his neck. Lex reached up to stroke Clark’s hair with a smile. “So, what were you talking about?” Clark asked, lifting his head.
“Ah, now that would be telling,” Lex smirked and Clark pouted.
“Hey, no fair having secrets and conspiring with my Mom!” Clark huffed, pulling away to cross his arms over his chest. He sniffed loudly and turned his head up and away from Lex.
Lex snickered at the dramatic pose, and watched Clark trying not to grin. “No secrets mean no surprises, baby,” he dipped his head to catch Clark’s eye. The taller boy smiled at him and rolled his eyes.
“Well, all right then… I guess,” Clark sighed loudly. Martha shook her head and threw up her hands in mock despair.
“I’m going to make lunch, are you stopping with us, Lex?” she asked.
Lex glanced at Clark who nodded frantically, and grinned, “Yeah, thanks Martha.”
Clark took the spade from him and wrapped his arm back round him, “Mmm, hot, sweaty Lex, my favourite.”
Lex laughed. “I still don’t know why I’m digging this hole,” he commented.
“Ah, now that would be telling,” Clark chuckled and Lex pulled a face at him.
“I’m not going to strike a melodramatic pose if that’s what you’re looking for,” Lex sniffed a little.
“Spoilsport,” Clark shook his head and sighed.
Lex leaned in to him with a contented sigh, “You are keeping your birthday weekend free right?”
“Hmm,” Clark pretended to think about it and Lex elbowed him hard. Clark laughed, “Of course, come on! Chloe and Pete are taking me out apparently the day before, then I’m all yours.”
“And you’re not all mine, anyway?” Lex looked up and raised an eyebrow, smirking.
Clark looked thoughtful again and Lex was seriously tempted to start tickling, but then his boyfriend nuzzled his neck and whispered, “All yours.”
Lex turned and leaned against the taller boy’s strong chest, reaching up to stroke back slightly sweat damp hair, then tug his head down again for a kiss. Lips met harder than he’d meant, but he pressed up anyway, Clark’s mouth opening easily, and he probed deeply.
Clark groaned quietly into his mouth and almost lifted him off his feet, hands sliding down to his ass to knead slowly. Only the fact that they were in the middle of the garden, in full view of the kitchen window, kept Lex under some sort of control. But it was still an effort not to sling his legs round Clark’s hips and rub against him mindlessly.
As it was they both reluctantly pulled apart at a cough from behind them. Lex had to keep leaning against Clark for a moment until he got himself back under control, but he turned his head, suppressing the urge to grin at an uncomfortable looking Jonathan.
“Uh, hey boys,” the older Kent rubbed his neck, “Martha wants you to get cleaned up for lunch.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Clark grinned at his father, “We’ll be right there.” Jonathan nodded at them and walked back to the house.
“How are you doing?” Lex asked his boyfriend wryly. Clark cupped his groin and he gasped.
“Better than you,” Clark sniggered.
“Damn it, Clark,” Lex sighed, “Now I’m never going to be able to go in there!”
Clark just laughed at him. “Yeah, well now you know what I go through every time I come home from yours.”
Lex looked sharply at his boyfriend, searching his face for any resentment, “Sorry,” he said quietly.
“Lex?” Clark frowned at him, then he blinked, “Oh. Lex, don’t worry, I was just kidding, I’m fine, really.” Lex managed a smile. “Really,” Clark whispered, leaning down for a gentle kiss.
Lex sighed, “Yeah, I know.” He smiled up at his concerned looking boyfriend, “Don’t pay any attention to me.”
“Not having second thoughts are you?” Clark quirked a silly grin at him.
Lex snorted, “Yeah, right. Your ass is mine, farm boy.”
“Jesus!”
“What?” Lex frowned in surprise.
“Now I’m the one who can’t go inside,” Clark sighed. Lex tried to suppress a chuckle, but he didn’t succeed and Clark poked him. “We still have to wash up and Mom and Dad are waiting for us.”
“Well, that thought sure puts a damper on things,” Lex stepped back and held out his hand. “Come on, baby.”
The Kents watched them curiously when they walked into the kitchen.
“You boys okay?” Martha asked with a little concern. Lex shared a smile with Clark.
“Yeah, Mom, everything’s great,” Clark replied.
Part 10
Clark yawned loudly and Lex snickered, glancing briefly from the road to see the younger man’s sheepish grin.
“Am I keeping you up?” he asked.
“God, no,” Clark laughed, “Just Chloe and Pete got a little carried away last night.”
“Oh really?” Lex grinned and shook his head.
Clark grinned back, “Yeah, Chloe decided she had to take pictures of us *everywhere*, and I do mean *everywhere*!”
Lex laughed, “Keep you out and about till all hours, huh?”
“Kinda, yeah. They kept asking about you as well,” Clark glanced side long at him and Lex raised an eyebrow. “You’re quite the subject of gossip you know.”
“Hmm,” Lex replied noncommittally.
“Well, I think it was a shock to Pete, and Chloe’s been in New York, so, you know,” Clark shrugged, “So anyway, I was out late.”
“And the little extra visit?” Lex asked softly, then smiled at Clark’s flush.
“Oh… you were awake?” Clark shifted, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I don’t know really,” Lex pursed his lips thoughtfully, staring at the road, “I just figured you needed some… time to think.” He reached out and squeezed his boyfriend’s knee.
“I guess,” Clark replied quietly, “I just needed to see you, you know?”
“Yeah, I know,” Lex smiled again, glancing over to meet happily shining green eyes. Oddly, he was feeling nervous… really nervous. He wanted everything to be perfect for Clark this weekend and he was actually fretting just a little over the arrangements. Which was slightly annoying, because he *never* fretted.
“Lex,” Clark leaned over and kissed his cheek a little sloppily. “Stop worrying. We could spend the weekend in a… a cardboard box, and it’d be perfect, because it’d be just you and me.”
Lex bent his head sideways, so he could rub his cheek against Clark’s hair, and chuckled. “Cardboard box, Clark?” he smirked.
Clark laughed breathily in his ear and Lex shivered, shifting in his seat at the surge of arousal. “Clark,” he whispered, trying to keep the car straight.
Nuzzling quickly first, Clark sat back up with a sigh. “I’m only stopping because you’re driving.”
Clark’s tone was stubborn and Lex grinned. “Good. Now, tell me about this cardboard box.”
@>*~
Lex glanced back at Clark. His farm boy looked distinctly uncomfortable in the elegantly plush hotel lobby.
“Reservation for Thorul,” Lex said quietly to the desk clerk. He got the key quickly and they followed the bellhop to their suite. After a generous tip, Lex shut the door firmly and locked it, closing the world out, for at least a while. He turned to watch Clark.
The younger boy was wandering round, open mouthed. Lex smiled and followed him through ornate double doors to the bedroom, promptly bumping into him when he stopped abruptly. Patting Clark’s shoulder gently, Lex slipped round to stand beside him.
“Wow,” Clark whispered. Lex followed his gaze to the enormous bed. “Lex,” he breathed, turning and gently pulling him into his arms. Lex leaned up against his boyfriend’s chest, meeting his eyes. “Lex, th-this is, geez,” Clark stammered, flushing a little.
“Too much?” Lex smiled ruefully.
“Oh, no, that’s not what I mean, God, Lex, it’s amazing,” Clark dipped his head to brush his lips over Lex’s, “Just, thank you.”
Lex wrapped his arms round Clark’s neck and pulled him down again, pressing his mouth hard against soft lips and parting them with his tongue. He delved deeply as Clark sucked. Large hands slowly made their way down Lex’s back and cupped his ass gently, before squeezing and lifting him up slightly.
Lex clung on and wrapped his legs round Clark’s hips. His boyfriend groaned into his mouth and Lex grinned against the soft, nibbling lips. His cock was aching already and Lex rubbed himself uninhibitedly against Clark’s hard crotch.
“God, Lex,” Clark breathed into his mouth, then pulled back, “Can… can we… please Lex, I need you.”
Lex was nodding before Clark even finished talking. They’d both waited so long already and he wasn’t about to deny the need and desire he could see in Clark’s darkening eyes. Clark swung round and walked them across the room, holding Lex close easily, as he crawled onto the bed. Lying on top of him, Clark propped himself up on his elbows to stare down at him.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Lex lifted his hand to gently stroke back Clark’s hair. “I love you, Clark.”
The dark haired boy sat up and straddled him, pulling off his sweater, then his t-shirt. Lex breathed out heavily and reached up to explore strong chest and tight, brown nipples. Clark sighed, rocking against him slowly. Hooking his leg round Clark’s calf, Lex rolled them over, startling his boyfriend.
Clark grinned up at him as Lex thrust gently and dipped his head for a deep, wet kiss, sucking Clark’s lips into his mouth one at a time, then lapping between them to taste his lover. Whimpering, Clark gripped his hips to pull him down hard, rocking frantically. Lex squeezed a hand between them and deftly unbuttoned his lover’s jeans, reaching in to grasp his cock.
“Lex, God, gonna…” Clark gasped and bucked into his hand.
Lex watched his lover avidly, so beautiful as he came. Clark flushed and looked away.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Why?” Lex asked gently.
“I didn’t mean to…”
“Clark,” Lex pressed a finger to Clark’s lips, “It’s good, I love you. You just needed to take the edge off.”
“Really?”
Clark still looked so uncertain. Lex nodded and kissed him. Lifting up, Lex licked his fingers clean and Clark groaned quietly. “God, Lex.”
Smiling softly, Lex sat up, straddling Clark’s thighs and unbuttoned his shirt. he was about to take it off, when his lover stopped him.
“Leave it on,” Clark whispered, flushing vividly.
Lex grinned and nodded. It wasn’t quite how he’d planned the evening, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Especially with a half-naked, sweaty, flushed Clark beneath him, looking gorgeous with mussed hair, kiss swollen lips and slightly glazed eyes.
“Oh God,” he groaned and quickly undid his slacks, tugging his cock free. “Clark, please touch me.”
Licking his lips, Clark wrapped his hand round Lex’s shaft and stroked a little hesitantly. It felt so good. Lex wrapped his own hand round Clark’s and guided him until his lover got the rhythm he liked.
Lex moaned and leaned back, resting his hands on Clark’s knees to brace himself as he thrust into the large fist. Clark’s other hand wandered up his chest and then Clark sat up, pulling him into an urgent kiss.
Pleasure diffused through his whole body as his groin tightened and Lex wrenched his mouth away, dropping his forehead onto Clark’s shoulder.
“Harder,” he moaned. Clark’s grip tightened and Lex gasped, coming hard, jerking against his lover. Clark pushed him back onto the bed and scooted down. The soft, wet touch of his lover’s tongue cleaning him up made Lex’s breath hitch.
“God, Clark,” he gasped.
Clark looked up, a tiny smile playing on his lips. “Wanted to taste you for so long,” he whispered.
“Come here,” Lex beckoned and Clark moved up to lie on top of him again, a welcome weight. His love nuzzled his neck and Lex wrapped his arms round broad shoulders.
“I… God, I just love being able to touch you,” Clark whispered shyly.
“Yeah, I know. It’s the same for me,” Lex sighed happily, hugging Clark closer. “Happy Birthday, love.”
Clark kissed him.
Part 11
Lex stretched luxuriously and glanced at the clock. “You know, we can still make dinner.”
“Can we share a shower?” Clark asked eagerly.
Lex laughed, “If we share a shower, we probably won’t make it for dinner.”
“Oh,” Clark looked disappointed.
“What?” Lex asked, reaching over to stroke Clark’s hair.
“Well, it’s just, I’ve been wanting to take a shower with you since that first night,” Clark sighed.
Lex shivered, feeling a slight twinge of arousal at the thought, “Okay, compromise, we both take a quick shower now and go to dinner, and later, after we make love,” he paused and smiled at Clark’s blush, “We’ll take a shower together.”
“This is the best birthday ever,” Clark sighed happily and nodded.
Lex laughed, “Good. I want it to be.”
“Seriously, Lex, it’s just…” Clark leaned forward and kissed him, “Perfect.”
Lex’s chest tightened a little with happiness, everything *was* just perfect. It almost made him wonder what was going to go wrong. Lex shook his head to rid himself of the stray paranoid thought. What could possibly go wrong?
“Shower, Clark,” he said, sitting up and tugging off his shirt.
“’Kay,” Clark sat up, trailing a finger down Lex’s bare back.
“Clark,” Lex laughed, “You’re going to need to eat you know. I don’t plan on letting you out of this room after tonight.”
Clark shuddered and nodded again. He leaned over and kissed Lex hard. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” Lex grinned, watching his lover take off in a blur. Clark was out of the bathroom, towel wrapped round his hips by the time Lex had stripped and made it to the bathroom door. “You know,” Lex commented as he slipped into the steamy room, “It just occurred to me that I haven’t seen you naked yet.”
“You were the one who said we couldn’t share the shower,” Clark called through the door, “You’re just going to have to wait.”
“Tease,” Lex muttered, stepping under the water.
“You know it,” Clark laughed.
Lex pouted and poked his tongue out, trying to suppress a grin at the even louder laughter that provoked. It simply confirmed what he’d suspected, that Clark was watching him, and two could tease. He soaped himself slowly, caressing his body extremely thoroughly.
“Le-ex, don’t *do* that!” Clark whined, poking his head round the door to glare at him. “It’s not fair.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be looking, should you?” Lex chuckled.
“Man, thinks he’s a tease, ha,” Clark mumbled as he withdrew his head from the room.
Lex grinned happily and finished his shower quickly. He tied a towel round his hips and went back to the bedroom. “There’s clothes for you in my bag.”
“Oh?” Clark blinked at him.
“Yeah, just don’t peek at your present, okay?” Lex winked at him.
“Present?” Clark’s eyes widened, “You… I mean, this isn’t the present?” He waved his hands in an encompassing gesture, indicating the room.
“No, of course not. This is just so we can have some time completely to ourselves,” Lex explained.
“Oh,” Clark breathed, “Wow, not to sound shallow or anything, but I think I love you even more now.”
Lex burst out laughing, “Get dressed, love.”
Clark nodded, digging out the clothes Lex had bought for him, dressing hurriedly, coyly making sure Lex didn’t get to see him naked. Lex sniffed with mock petulance and got dressed himself quickly.
@>*~
“So, what’s my present?” Clark asked him in the elevator.
Lex rolled his eyes, “I’m not telling you! Why do you think I asked you not to peek?”
“If you didn’t want me to look, you could have put it in lead,” Clark shrugged.
“Maybe I did,” Lex raised an eyebrow, “Wouldn’t stop you from taking a sneaky look the normal way would it?”
“I guess. I didn’t though,” Clark smiled winningly at him. Lex snickered. The doors opened and another couple entered. Clark and Lex backed up slightly, Lex taking the opportunity to lean against his lover.
“So, what is it?”
Lex made a small noise, “Clark, quit asking, I’m not telling you what it is, you’re going to have to wait till I give it to you.”
“Meanie,” Clark groused.
“Meanie?” Lex scoffed, “I am not. If you don’t stop, I’m not going to give it to you at all.”
“Sorry,” Clark batted his eyelids, presumably aiming for sincerity. Lex tried not to snort. Clark leaned in closer, “I’m breathless with anticipation,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing Lex’s neck.
Lex swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably as Clark’s tone sent a jolt of heat straight through him to his groin. “Clark,” he breathed. Clark chuckled into his ear and pulled back. Lex glanced at the other couple, surprised when the woman smiled and winked at him. He smiled back.
Nudging Clark, Lex took his hand and tugged him back down. “Behave.” Clark grinned and nodded, straightening. He didn’t let go of Lex’s hand though. Squeezing gently, Lex led Clark out of the elevator and out to the limo.
He was aware, as he’d always been, of the whispers and stares. It was to be expected, after all, he was fairly distinctive looking. But it was no more than he *had* expected, so Lex just ignored it, as he’d always done.
In the limo, Clark clung onto his hand a little harder and Lex glanced over at him. His lover looked pensive, a little sad, and possibly… a little scared?
Lex frowned in concern. “What’s wrong?” Clark just shrugged. “Nervous?” Lex prompted.
Clark sighed, “Not really. Worried, I guess.”
“What about?” Lex couldn’t think what Clark could be worried about. “You’ve eaten in expensive restaurants before.”
“It’s not that. I’m worried about you,” Clark bit his lip.
Lex was still confused, “About me?”
“Yeah, you know… people are going to whisper and stare like just now, aren’t they?”
“Oh,” Lex smiled and lifted Clark’s hand to kiss it. “That’s okay, Clark, people have always talked and stared, comes with the territory. I’ve just given them something a little more unusual to talk about.”
“Are you sure?” Clark asked quietly, “We don’t have to do this, you know.”
Lex sighed, “Would you prefer it if we didn’t, Clark? I mean I don’t mind, I just wanted to take you out.”
Clark smiled. “I know, I want to, really. I was just worried about other peoples’ reactions to you. I hate it when they talk about you like you’re some kind of…” Clark trailed off.
“Freak?” Lex asked with a gentle smile.
Clark winced but nodded. “I guess.”
“So do I, but I’ve had twelve years to get used to being thought of as a freak… Clark,” Lex gently put his finger on Clark’s mouth, pre-empting the defensive outburst, “It’s fine, I told you remember? It’s my gift, what defines me, my strength.”
“Still?” Clark asked quietly, face unreadable.
Lex sat back with an uncertain frown. “What’s really wrong, Clark?”
“I,” Clark looked away and sighed, “That was what you said defined Lex Luthor…”
Lex shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Then he leaned forward and pressed a button, “Jack, keep driving until I let you know we’re ready.”
“Very good, Sir,” came the reply.
Lex sat back again. “Clark, do you think I regret my decision?” he asked carefully.
“No,” Clark whispered, “But I worry that maybe you will. I don’t want you to resent me.”
Lex was a cross between touched and pissed, but pissed was winning. “Clark, I love you, but you are not the reason I made this change, okay? I did this for *me*. You don’t think I can cope with it, is that it?”
“No, Lex!” Clark shook his head vehemently, eyes shining, “Just… look at what you’re missing.”
Lex felt his anger recede, replaced by understanding and tenderness. “What am I missing, Clark? Really?” He reached out and took Clark’s hand, “A cold, unfeeling father, a cut throat business that brought out the worst in me, wasn’t even *me*! Acquaintances who only wanted to know me for my influence and/or money?”
Lex laughed softly, “Clark, I’m happy. For the first time in my life I’m doing what *I* want to do, and I have someone who loves me for *me*, not what I can do for them, okay?”
Clark blinked rapidly and nodded, “I’m sorry, I just… I love you, I got scared for a moment that being here would make you think about the choice you made to leave it behind.”
“It did, love,” Lex smiled and kissed his lover gently. “It made me think how lucky I am.”
Clark whimpered quietly and kissed him back, deeply but softly, almost enough to make Lex tell Jack to turn the car around. Almost. He wanted to enjoy dinner out with his boyfriend… Okay, so yes, maybe there was a small element of ‘fuck you all’ about it, but that was the very least of it.
He gently pulled away from Clark and told Jack to drive them to the restaurant.
@>*~
Apparently a name change and only being a millionaire, instead of a billionaire, didn’t do anything to lessen the obsequious nature of the waiters and maitre d’, and Lex could tell it was making Clark distinctly uncomfortable.
“Don’t worry, they’ll back off once we order,” Lex smiled reassuringly. “Will you let me order? There’s a couple of things I really want you to try.”
Clark blinked at him, then frowned warily, “Well… okay, I guess I trust you. Just swear you won’t order anything that was cold blooded or had tentacles.”
Laughing, Lex nodded, “I swear. Never even crossed my mind.”
“Umm hmm, I’m sure,” Clark snorted.
Lex gestured imperiously and a waiter was immediately standing to his right. "Je voudrais deux foies gras et deux homards Thermidor."
"Ce sera tout, Monsieur?" The waiter seemed surprised.
Lex stared at him, "Et une eau minerale gazeuse."
"Très bien, Monsieur."
“What did you order?” Clark was frowning again.
“Just trust me,” Lex grinned evilly.
The foie gras came quickly and Lex was really looking forward to it. It was a weakness of his, so much so that it didn’t even bother him how it was made… well mostly.
“Oh wow, this is gorgeous!” Clark mumbled round a mouthful.
Lex smirked, “I know, and don’t speak with your mouth full.”
Clark very deliberately swallowed, then locked his eyes on Lex, slowly licking his lips. Lex cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, it had suddenly gotten a little hot. Chuckling, Clark finished his starter.
“So, are you going to tell me what that was? I get that it's pate, but what was it made of?”
Lex smiled, “Fatty goose liver.” His smile widened when Clark paled a little and grimaced.
“That’s disgusting!”
Lex fought laughter as several people at surrounding tables stopped and glanced over curiously. “Really? You seemed to enjoy it while you were eating it.”
“I wouldn’t have eaten it if I’d known,” Clark pouted.
“It’s a bit unusual, but it’s not disgusting. The way they get the goose liver so fatty is, but I won’t go into that.”
Clark’s eyes narrowed, “Why not?”
“Because I want you to continue eating and be up for a weekend of salacious sex,” Lex chuckled at Clark’s horrified expression.
“It’s that bad?”
Lex could almost see the coin drop.
“A weekend?” Clark squeaked, he leaned closer to Lex “Of s-sex?”
“I believe I mentioned that earlier,” Lex pointed out.
“Well, yes, but not in the middle of a restaurant where I couldn’t… you know?”
“Um, no,” Lex bit back a grin at Clark’s annoyed expression, “But you can kiss me, if that’s what you meant.”
Clark blinked, “Really?”
“Yeah,” Lex whispered, leaning in to close the gap between them. Their lips met gently and Clark’s hand came up to cup his cheek.
“Well, isn’t this touching?”
Lex stiffened and pulled away, turning to look behind him. “Mister Luthor,” he said, coldly polite.
Part 12
There was a flicker of something behind his father’s eyes that made Lex frown. “Mr. Thorul, isn’t it?” Lex nodded warily. “And you are?” Lionel Luthor glanced at Clark. Lex stiffened protectively, but Clark smiled at him.
“Clark,” Clark replied.
“Ah yes, the Kent boy. Well, how very… surprising, Lex, and here I thought you’d decided to change,” Lionel smirked. Lex glared at his father, daring him to continue. Clark looked confused. “But I see you’ve still got a thing for underage boys.”
“While it’s none of your business, Lionel,” Lex said quietly, “I’m sure you already know Clark’s not underage.” He reached under the table to squeeze Clark’s hand warningly, he didn’t want his lover to give his father the satisfaction of any kind of outburst.
Lionel smirked at him, “And I’m sure you sampled his many delights before yesterday, Lex.”
Lex relaxed a little, obviously his father wasn’t keeping *that* close an eye on him if he didn’t know that they’d waited. “Why are you here, Lionel? I know you hate this restaurant, it can’t have been for the chance to thrill us with your company.”
Lionel laughed, “Of course not, why would I want to bore myself?” Lex stiffened again. He hated that his father’s behaviour could still hurt him. He tightened his grip on Clark’s hand to the extent that he would have broken it if his lover had been human. Clark shifted closer in response, glaring up at Lionel.
“I’m having dinner with the Dean of the Science Faculty of Met. U. to discuss donations,” Lionel smiled unpleasantly, “Have a… lovely evening.”
Lex closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Bastard,” he muttered. He should have known that his father wouldn’t leave him to his new life. But he’d hoped that maybe, just maybe the man could be happy for him. His own naïveté astounded Lex sometimes and he laughed self-mockingly.
“Lex?”
Lex looked up again, pulling a rueful smile at Clark’s concerned expression. “It’s okay, Clark.”
“How is it okay?” Clark glowered, looking round at where Lex’s father was taking a seat. “He comes here, hurts you *again*, implying… God, was he saying what I think he was saying?”
“About what? The underage boys, or the fact that he’s going to try and get me kicked off the course?” Lex snorted.
“Lex, I, I don’t care about your past,” Clark bit his lip, looking a little worried nonetheless. Lex reached out to gently stroke back his hair.
“Yes, you do,” Lex said softly, “But it’s okay. I did sleep with an underage boy once, Clark. Once. And, what my father neglected to mention, was that at the time, I was underage too.”
“Oh,” Clark blinked and looked relieved.
“Clark, you know my past hasn’t been a particularly good one, but there were certain lines I didn’t cross, can you live with that?” Lex bit the inside of his cheek nervously.
“You know I can, and Lex, I really don’t care, I love you,” Clark lifted his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. “But I do care about your future, what will happen if you can’t go to University?”
Lex smiled, “It’s covered. I really hoped I wouldn’t have to do this, but…” he sighed, “I have certain information that the Dean really wouldn’t like made public, my place is secure.”
“Blackmail?” Clark looked doubtful.
“Not really, just reminding him to do what’s right,” Lex shrugged. At Clark’s raised eyebrow, he sighed, “What else can I do, Clark? I wouldn’t actually go through with it, but I *need* this, I need to do this for myself, can you understand that?”
“Yeah,” Clark smiled ruefully, “I do understand, really. Do you want to get out of here?”
Lex shook his head, frowning with resignation, “No, I don’t want him thinking he’s won.”
“Lex, that’s such crap,” Clark sighed, “He wins if you let him dictate what you want to do. I’m pulling birthday rank on you, we’re going.”
“Birthday rank?” Lex raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.
“Yeah,” Clark grinned at him, “It’s my birthday, that means I get to do whatever I want.” The grin slid into a leer.
“Why do I think I’m going to enjoy this rule?” Lex drawled with a wry smile.
He gestured for the waiter and got the bill. Once paid, he stood and leaned over the table, giving Clark a soft kiss. Clark stood up and took his hand and they walked unhurriedly out of the restaurant, straight past Lionel’s table. Lex paused just briefly to smile at both his father and the Dean, getting a small measure of satisfaction from the suspicious narrowing of Lionel’s eyes.
Back in the limo, Lex swung his legs up to drape them over Clark’s knees. “So, what do you want to do?” he winked at his lover. Despite his nonchalant pose, Lex was dying to get back to the hotel and to bed. As he’d realised earlier, he hadn’t even seen Clark naked yet and he *really* wanted to.
Clark grinned evilly, “Well, I was thinking, maybe a bar and then we could go clubbing till dawn. After that, we could have breakfast in a back street diner…”
Lex stared at Clark in wide eyed horror, until the younger man started to laugh. “You are such a jerk, Clark!”
“Oh come on, I thought you’d know I was kidding, but you should have seen your face,” Clark choked slightly on his laughter.
Lex sniffed and pouted, pulling away from Clark. But Clark wouldn’t let him and Lex couldn’t quite help smiling as he was wrapped in a tight embrace.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Clark nuzzled his neck gently, “My birthday remember?”
Lex chuckled, but leaned into the touch as Clark’s breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine. He shifted even closer, sitting completely on Clark’s lap, “Oh really, so, does that mean you’re going to ravish me at the hotel then?”
Clark gave a full body shudder and groaned loudly, “Lex! Please don’t, I’d like to actually reach the hotel.”
Wrapping an arm round Clark’s neck, Lex leaned up to press his lips gently against the full mouth of his lover. He licked between his lips until they parted and dipped inside almost delicately, just tasting. Anticipatory rather than initiatory, but enough to have Clark moving beneath him, pressing his groin up against Lex’s ass.
“God, Lex,” Clark breathed quietly into his mouth, his hands sliding up and down Lex’s back, finally resting on his hips and rocking them together.
With will power he wasn’t entirely sure he was happy he had, Lex pulled away and rested his head on Clark’s shoulder, breathing heavily. “Clark, hotel, remember?”
Clark sighed and nodded, “Yeah I know. You’d, you’d better get off my lap if I’m going to be able to look presentable.”
Lex kissed Clark’s neck gently and slid off his lap, back on to the seat regretfully.
“Would have been quicker to run us there,” Clark muttered.
Lex smiled, “Yeah, but then I might have been sick, that would definitely ruin our plans.”
Clark smiled tightly, staring down at his lap. Then suddenly, he flushed. Lex frowned in concern. “Clark, what is it?”
“What uh, what you s-said,” Clark stammered, “You know,” he looked up at Lex finally, but shyly, from under his eyelashes, “About r-ravishing you… can I, I mean, can I…”
Lex’s eyes widened and his breath caught painfully in his lungs as he understood what Clark was asking. “God yes, Clark, I want you to take me,” he gasped.
Clark stared at him, tongue slipping out to moisten the corners of his mouth. Lex followed the movement closely, leaning forward again.
“Wow,” Clark whispered.
Lex smiled and kissed him again, hard and quick, pulling away before he forgot himself and got too lost in the sweetness of Clark’s warm mouth. The silence was a little tense, as they were both so eager to get back to their room and be alone.
“Are we there yet?” Clark asked suddenly, with a small grin.
Lex was startled into laughter and he took Clark’s hand squeezing gently. “I love you, and yes, I do believe we’re here.”
“Thank God!” Clark said emphatically. He almost dragged Lex out of the car and into the hotel. They almost ran across the lobby, Lex trying not to laugh at the shocked expressions of those at the reception. In the elevator, Clark backed Lex into the corner and claimed his mouth with a display of possessiveness that took Lex’s breath away.
Only the small chime that indicated the doors opening made Clark back away and they both hurriedly straightened their clothing. The same woman from earlier got in, alone this time. She smirked at them and turned her back to them.
Lex grinned and tugged Clark back down to kiss him gently. “Soon,” he whispered, “And you can even have your present too.”
Clark smiled brightly at him, “You’re my present.”
Part 13
A snort snapped Lex out of his admittedly fatuous grin and he looked up, glaring up at the woman who was now looking at them.
"Sorry," she said, looking completely insincere, "But that was really corny."
"And none of your business," Lex said pointedly.
"You're talking to a future journalist here, so sue me for eavesdropping, I can't help it!" she grinned at them both.
"Future?" Lex asked carefully.
"Yeah, I'm starting at Met.U. in the Fall," she nodded. "As are you, I believe."
Lex felt Clark straighten and shift into a protective position and smothered a smile. "You seem to have me at a disadvantage, Miss?"
"Lane, Lois Lane." She stuck her hand out and Lex shook it warily. The chiming of the elevator interrupted them and Lex sighed in relief.
"Well, it was...nice meeting you, Miss Lane, but we really have to be going." Lex pushed Clark out of the elevator and hurried him towards their room.
"What's wrong?" Clark asked.
"I'm not happy about this," Lex muttered. "He wouldn't...would he?"
"Lex, you don't really think that she's got something to do with your father?" Clark asked perceptively as Lex closed the door behind them.
Lex sighed, trying to relieve the tension in his gut, "Yes, no, I don't know. It's possible. She was there when we left, there when we got back, she just happens to be starting at Met. when I do...what am I supposed to think?"
Clark sighed loudly and put his hands on Lex's shoulders, rubbing gently, "Forget about him, this is our weekend, don't let him ruin it."
Lex leaned back into Clark's firm hands with a groan, "Who?"
Laughing quietly, Clark leaned down and licked behind his ear. "Come on, bed, that's an order from the birthday boy."
"God, yes," Lex breathed, letting Clark push him gently towards the bedroom. He twisted and walked backwards, pulling on Clark's collar for a kiss. His lover slipped his arms round him and pulled him up against his body. Lex groaned again at the feel of Clark's hard body, and the rigid length of his cock pressed into his groin.
Clark's hands slid down to his ass and lifted him, Lex wrapped his legs round Clark's waist. It was becoming a favourite position of his especially as he could now do something about it. With that in mind, Lex rubbed his own straining erection against his larger lover.
"Lex," Clark panted.
"Mmm?" Lex couldn't quite muster up the willingness to pull his mouth away from Clark's skin to answer him properly.
"How much do you like these clothes?"
The strange question shocked Lex into pulling away to stare into slightly mischievous green eyes. "I couldn't give a fuck for the clothes, they're in my way," he replied vehemently, anxious to finally, *finally* get his boyfriend naked and in bed.
"Good," Clark grinned and then, suddenly, with an only slightly nauseating burst of speed, Lex found himself stark naked on the bed with a naked, and exhibiting a full body blush, Clark.
"Dear God, Michelangelo would have wept," Lex shook his head slightly, reaching out to touch warm, tanned skin. "Come here," he whispered gently, realising his lover was trembling slightly with nerves. He tugged on Clark's arm, pulling the larger man half on top of him. "Kiss me?"
Clark smiled, flushing a little harder across his cheeks, and nodded, bending his head to meet Lex's lips softly.
Lex couldn't help it, he moaned, reaching up to clutch at Clark's soft hair and pull him as close as he could, lips parting for his lover's questing tongue.
Clark's erection dug into his hip and Lex rocked up against him. Clark gasped into his mouth, responding with a jerky thrust that felt almost too good.
Lex slipped his hands down smooth skin to Clark's firm ass, gently encouraging a rocking motion that wasn't too fast. He wanted this to last as long as possible. Although that probably still wouldn't be long, they'd both waited what seemed like forever.
All that warm skin rubbing against his felt amazing, Lex couldn't quite believe how much he *needed* to be inside Clark, how ready he was from simple, well okay not simple, not with Clark, kisses and the feel of their bodies moving together.
Clark lifted his head and Lex looked up to meet his eyes. Green was glazed and shining with lust and love and Lex grinned. He gripped Clark's arm, hooked his leg over Clark's and rolled them over. His young lover looked momentarily startled, but than he spread his legs and arched his back. Lex groaned as his cock slipped down to nudge at Clark's ass. His lover whimpered quietly and Lex bit his lip to stop himself just pushing his way into the younger man.
"Clark," he whispered, "You sure?"
"Please." Clark met his eyes, gazing pleadingly at him, "I need you, Lex, you know that."
Lex nodded, feeling just a little shaky. Despite his past and his experience, Lex loved Clark that made everything different, in a strange way this was his first time too.
Clark's hand on his cheek focused Lex again and he smiled reassuringly, dropping a quick kiss on Clark's lips before reaching for the lube he'd left on the bedside table earlier.
Slicking up his cock first, Lex shifted so he could gently explore Clark's ass. He wanted his lover to be completely comfortable before going any further.
Clark shifted and Lex glanced up to see beautiful, green eyes fluttering, full mouth a little slack and a slight flush across angular cheekbones. Lex smiled and rubbed his fingers against Clark's opening.
"Oh," Clark gasped, "Lex, please, in me. I've...I've been..." Clark faltered and flushed a deep shade of red.
"Clark?" Lex prompted gently, a little confused.
"I've been using my fingers and a..., oh God, *Lex*, please I'm ready," Clark whimpered.
Oh God! Lex blinked, the idea, God, the *image* of Clark fucking himself with his fingers...one day, when Clark felt less embarrassed by it, Lex was going to ask to see that!
"I just don't want to hurt you, baby," Lex whispered.
"You won't, Lex, you can't anyway," Clark smiled and pulled him down for a kiss, possessing his mouth with more confidence. Lex sucked gently on his tongue as he lifted his hips to position himself.
Pushing slowly, Lex eased his way into the tight heat of Clark's body.
"Oh God," Clark gasped.
"Clark?" Lex somehow managed to stop, looking up worriedly.
"Oh, Lex, it's just, I never thought..."
Strong legs wrapped round Lex's hips and squeezed, pulling Lex forward until he was completely buried inside Clark's body.
"Clark!" Lex sucked in a sharp breath, using all his will power to not come on the spot.
"Sorry, needed you," Clark panted.
"You okay?" Lex had to check.
"I'll be okay if you move," Clark groaned, writhing under him, ass rippling round Lex's cock.
Lex shuddered bodily at the sensations flooding him and he shifted, pulling back. Clark sighed breathily, a sound that sent shivers down Lex's spine. As slowly as he could possibly manage, Lex pushed back inside Clark's velvet heat.
Strong legs tightened round his waist again and Lex dropped onto his elbows, staring down at his lover and pressing his stomach against Clark's cock.
"Oh," Clark moaned, eyelids fluttering briefly before opening completely, his green gaze meeting Lex's.
Starting a steady rhythm, Lex rocked into Clark, grinding against the younger man's erection. Shifting again, Lex brought Clark's arms up and linked their hands.
Clark smiled at him. "I love you," he whispered.
Lex felt his cock jump inside Clark at the words, and he pushed deeper into his lover. "I love you too," he whispered.
Lex felt as though he could drown in the deep pools of green locked onto his own eyes, he was still a little awed that someone could love him so completely. He dipped his head, claiming Clark's mouth possessively as he pulled back then plunged deep and hard into Clark's willing body.
Clark groaned into his mouth and bucked up against him, fingers clenching against Lex's hands almost painfully.
"Oh God, please, Lex, please," Clark panted.
A coil of tense pleasure was building up in Lex's groin and he lost his rhythm as Clark's ass clenched erratically round his cock. Lex thrust faster and deeper into Clark's body, every whimper and breathy moan spurring him on until Clark suddenly cried out and warm wetness hit Lex's belly.
The tension exploded into an almost painful pleasure and Lex pushed deep one last time, emptying himself into Clark. Shifting up long enough to check on Clark and be reassured by the dopey smile, Lex let himself collapse onto the strong body beneath him with a happy sigh.
He was enveloped in a tight hug and Lex grinned, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to sweat slick skin. Warm and comfortable, Lex felt himself begin to drift off to sleep and didn't bother to fight it.
@>*~
Waking on top of a solid body in a warm embrace was a more than welcome experience and Lex lifted his head slowly, surprised to meet Clark's eyes.
"Hey," he said softly.
Clark flushed lightly and smiled, "Hi."
"Was I asleep long?"
"Only a few minutes longer than I was," Clark replied.
"You okay?" Lex asked quietly. Clark grinned at him and Lex couldn't help smiling back, "Good."
Clark pulled him down him, gently probing his mouth, hands wandering down his back.
"Mmm," Lex moaned quietly, feeling a twitch in his cock. Pulling away, he slid down half onto the bed, keeping an arm and leg slung over Clark.
Clark poked him in the ribs.
"Hey," Lex pouted and looked up with a mock frown, "What was that for?"
Clark grinned again, "I'm waiting."
Lex blinked and raised an eyebrow in vague confusion. "Waiting for what exactly, birthday boy...oh," it clicked and Lex snickered, "You want your present, don't you?"
Clark nodded and Lex pouted again, "What happened to me being your present?"
"Well, I've had that present now." Lex snorted and Clark laughed, "Present?" he prompted.
"Am I going to get a kiss?" Lex flicked his eyebrows up questioningly. Clark smiled one of his sweet, shy smiles that melted Lex and he leaned forward slowly, cupping Clark's cheek as their lips met.
Running his thumb down soft skin, Lex gently pressed his tongue between Clark's lips, sighing as they parted for him.
Clark's head tilted and he pressed closer, tongue gently flicking against the scar on Lex's top lip. Lex found himself back on top of Clark, his lover making soft needy noises as Lex sucked on his full lips and delved between them again, lapping gently.
Pulling back reluctantly, Lex got up and walked over to his bag. Glancing over his shoulder, his step faltered briefly at the sight of Clark lying naked and beautiful on the bed, watching him. What had he done right to get so lucky?
Crouching down, Lex dug in his bag and pulled out the carefully wrapped present. Feeling strangely nervous, he carried it back to the bed and sat on the edge tucking one leg under him as he held it out.
"It's not much..." Lex started.
Clark took it and smiled. "Shut up," he whispered affectionately.
Nodding, Lex watched Clark carefully remove the paper. Clark blinked, staring at his gift and Lex bit his lip.
"You..." Clark started, running a finger over the glass that covered a picture of the two of them, "Did you make this?"
Lex nodded. He'd made a simple wooden frame for the photograph, carved with their entwined initials. It had taken a few attempts to get it right, but he'd done it. "Is it okay?" he asked, Clark's reaction wasn't exactly insightful.
"God, Lex," Clark reached out and gently touched his face. "It's perfect, thank you."
Lex smiled. If he was honest with himself, he felt relieved. He hadn't put that much thought and effort into a gift since his mother had died and Pam had left, and Lex truly hadn't been sure how it would be received.
"You weren't really worried, were you?" Clark asked quietly with a soft smile, "Lex, being with you is everything to me. Anything you choose to give me is just a bonus...and this, this is just amazing. I love it and I love you."
"I guess I'm still not used to this, Clark. You're the first person whose opinion has mattered to me for a long time," Lex sighed, "How do you know me so well?"
Clark grinned, "Told you, I love you."
"Good thing," Lex grinned, carefully he took the framed photo and put it on the bedside table. "Because I love you too." With that, Lex jumped his lover.
TBC.
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