The Courtship of Martha's Son

"Anyone but him!"

Martha gave her husband a tolerant smile as she lifted the quilt and crawled into bed beside him. With all that had happened in the last few days, she understood how difficult her choice would be for Jonathon to digest. He was only just now coming to terms with Clark's unexpected declaration over dinner the other night.

"You agreed to the plan," she admonished.

"Yes, but-"

"And how necessary it is to protect him."

"Martha-"

"Jonathon." She scolded lightly, tucking under his shoulder and wrapping one of his big muscled arms around her. "He has the money and the power. If anyone can keep his secrets safe, it's him."

"I know, I know but I still don't trust him. I..can't."

"But you'll try for Clark." It was more a statement than a question. She waited patiently, rubbing her husband's chest through his well worn tee shirt until he accepted the difference. The inevitable surrender came with a whoosh of air. Martha tried not smile.

"Dammit, woman, you know I will. If this is what the boy wants, this is what the boy gets."

"Clark doesn't know he wants him yet but he will, given time. They're already best friends. It's a good, solid start."

"You're sure?"

"It worked for us, didn't it?"

Jonathon laughed. It was a pleasant sound and something she'd missed around the Kent household as of late. "I hate to tell you this, Martha but I never wanted to be just your friend."

"But you were until I let you kiss me."

"Are you saying it's the same for him? That he...oh, damn...wants our son that way?"

"I think he cares deeply for Clark, Jonathan but values his friendship so much that he'll hide the depths of his feelings to prevent losing him. I didn't choose him based on money alone, you know. I want Clark to be loved as well as protected."

"By him. A Luthor." Jonathon snorted and Martha hugged him close knowing she'd won him over. He made the same disgruntled sound when she served creamed corn from the can but ate it anyway.

"He's more than his name." She cooed trying to make it easier for him. "Lex hasn't done anything but good things since he arrived two years ago. Look what he's done for the plant and the community."

"Yes but is he good enough for our son? Good intentions or not, that's a bit of leap, don't you think? Clark's not a business. He's a boy-"

"A man." She corrected gently with nothing more than a soft nudge to his ribs. Clark was seventeen and a little more than year over the age of sexual consent in the glorious state of Kansas. There were other laws, specifically one that might cause difficulties later on but she chose not to think about them right now.

"Fine, okay, a man. Either way I don't like the thought of him being managed by someone who was taught money was the be all and end all of life. My son is not a profit and loss statement, Martha."

"Lex is not his father and if he has Clark, he never will be. I know it's hard but you'll have to trust them both. We have to do this, Jonathon. The alternate is unthinkable."

And it was.

It was more than motherly love that inspired Martha to control her son's love life to what most would consider an unhealthy degree. She was not trying to tie Clark to her apron strings permanently. It was nothing as selfish as that. When the time came, she was ready to let her son go and let him live his life, but she had to do so responsibly.

Clark was special, different and in the wrong hands, dangerous.

Love made one do stupid, foolish things and Clark, with his gifts could afford to do neither. He didn't have the same luxury normal adolescents had to make mistakes.

Martha knew if all those years ago a tall blond and rakishly handsome Jonathon Kent had asked her to do anything, no matter how immoral or illegal, she would have. She loved him that much and without question. It scared her that Clark might find someone that might make him feel the same way. And it scared her more that it might not be someone as good as her husband who would have never dreamed of asking her to cross any lines she didn't feel comfortable with.

No one could be hurt. No one must be hurt and she would do anything to make sure that didn't happen. She had to have a plan. There was really no choice.

It might not be the best one and it was a little archaic but she was doing her best. It wasn't like there was a book she could get parenting tips from. Dr Spock didn't have a chapter on raising gay alien sons. She was on her own here.

Her husband sighed beside her. "So when do we tell him?"

"Clark? We don't. He deserves romance, Jonathon. He doesn't have to know his marriage was arranged."

"Christ, Martha! Marriage! Couldn't they live in sin or something less blasphemes? This is Kansas, after all."

"Tolerance starts at home, Jonathon."

Another grumble and snort.

"Did I say I didn't like him?"

"Yes, now go to sleep." Martha reached over to click off the bedside lamp and then snuggled down. Jonathan made a few more inarticulate sniffs and huffs before settling down with her.

This end of the discussion was over. Tomorrow she would close the deal.

"Mrs Kent." Lex minimized all the windows on his computer, locked it with a password and rose from his chair to greet her properly. She was one of the few people he knew that deserved the courtesy. "Is there something I can do for you?" he asked, genuinely hoping there was. She waved an errant hand as she took the seat on the other side of his desk.

"Sit, Lex," she said with an air of familiarity that tweaked the corners of his mouth. "And call me Martha. I think we've known one another long enough for you do that."

"Yes, ma'am." Lex responded with deference. Even with permission, he didn't feel he'd earned this woman's respect enough to call her by her given name. He probably never would. It wasn't a dig. The formidable Mrs Kent didn't think herself above anyone. She was a good person, down to earth, the best. In Lex's opinion, even the President didn't have the right to call her by her first name. "What brings you out to the castle?" he asked, unconsciously smoothing out his clothing with a hand from breast to knee before sitting back down.

Martha tucked her hair behind her ears and shifted nervously in her chair. Lex felt his palms begin to sweat as she stared steadily at the colored blocks of glass in the windows over his head. A prickly feeling along his spine told him this was not a friendly visit.

"How do you feel about Clark?" she said abruptly breaking the stillness of the room.

Damn. No, not friendly at all. This was dangerous territory.

She was looking at him now, holding him easily with her eyes and waiting.

"He's my friend." The answer was inadequate but safe. Lex didn't think Martha was prepared to know the true extent of his feelings for her son. Hell, Lex wasn't even sure he was ready.

"Could he be something...more?"

There were no definitions needed. They were both adults and Martha Kent nee Clark was originally from Metropolis, where all types of more were practiced. Lex knew her history as well as she most likely knew his. Hence, he supposed, the question.

"He's not." Lex said coldly, not missing the irony that nothing heated him more than thinking of something more with Clark. But that was not a subject to be discussed even with the boy let alone his mother. It was a secret, a guilty pleasure. Lex only dwelt on it himself when he was alone and with a lot less clothing than he was wearing now.

Oh fuck, that was a mistake.

Thinking 'naked" and 'Clark' in the same thought bubble never failed to transpose the blood from his brain to his groin at warp speed.

Lex carefully folded his hands in his expanding lap and wished he had the foresight to buy a solid teak or mahogany desk instead of embarrassingly transparent glass. When he noticed Martha's knowing stare, Lex brought up his hands quickly and picked up his Monte Blanc, playing with the slim instrument idly. The move came too late, but what the fuck.

"But you would like him to be more, wouldn't you, Lex?"

The pen went flying across the room.

Martha's eyes were soft and held an air of satisfaction Lex didn't understand. It was confusing. The world was upside down. She should be throwing things at him, ranting and not smiling sweetly like he'd just told how much he enjoyed her pies.

"Mrs Kent," there was no way he could call her Martha now, "Clark and I are simply friends. There is no more and I promise you there won't be. You're son is safe with me. You have nothing to worry about. You have my word I'll never hurt him."

"I know that, Lex." Again with the sweet, unnerving smile. "That's why I'm here."

"Dad!" Clark yelled down from the loft. "I'll be up here if you need me!"

With a tight lipped smile that hurt Clark to see, his father appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "You're time's your own until your mother gets back from...ah...her appointment."

"You sure, Dad?" Clark didn't want any extra chores but would do anything to make his father's life easier right now. After all, he was the one that kept coming with ways to make it harder.

"It's Saturday afternoon. Relax, son."

"Kay." Clark said to his father's retreating back. The slumped shoulders made him wish for the thousandth time he'd kept his mouth shut about his most recent self discovery.

It hadn't been like they had forced him to tell. They would probably gotten along quite nicely not knowing their only child was gay but like every other new development about his alien and ever changing body, the news had popped out before Clark had time to think how different this revelation was from the rest. It hadn't been until he'd seen their wide eyes and slack jaws that he realized his mistake.

But he had wanted to tell, needed to tell. And there really had been no one else.

The girls he discovered he was not attracted to, his high school buddy or his best friend in the castle were not the ones he wanted to come out to for the first time. With them there would be questions he didn't yet have the answers to. He first needed acceptance and foremost understanding. Clark was scared as hell and had as usual, run to his parents for comfort.

"Fucking moron!" Clark cursed, flopping down in the hammock. He didn't swear often, well not the really bad ones, but this was a special occasion.

So the idea of being filled instead of filling turns you on. Did you really need to share that bit of information? And with your parents? Oh, god, you're an idiot Clark Kent.

In a little more than a year he'll be away at university in Metropolis, god willing. He should have waited until then to find some one to share his sexuality with and until then continue to surf the net one handed. He'd been doing it awhile now. Why couldn't he have done it awhile longer?

Guilt.

Honesty was something the Kents had taught him from day one. They also taught him necessity of lying but that was selective and only to the outside world.

As a family, maybe to make up for the secrets they had no choice but to keep, they tried to keep the lies between them to a minimum. Clark always had an open and honest relationship with his parents. Hiding his sexuality from them hurt. Okay, so he needed the release from his fears too but the overwhelming sense that he was doing something wrong was probably the main reason he blurted out he was gay over mashed potatoes and gravy.

In retrospect they had taken the news pretty well, no screaming or fainting but he supposed that came from a lifetime of dealing with a 'problem' child.

Of course, he hadn't gone into to details either.

Clark hadn't mentioned his late night masturbation sessions while logged on to HOTGUYS.com or the wet dreams of being penetrated anally by something long, hard and hot. He wasn't that much of an idiot. No, he just told them liked boys instead of girls.

After regaining their composure, his mother had asked the usual questions like are you sure? How long? And did he have a boyfriend? After a yes, a non committal shrug and a definite no to the last inquiry to which his father sighed loudly, things seemed to be okay. Clark had slept better that night than he had in weeks. It was only this afternoon with his mother's conspicuous absence and his father's poorly concealed moping that he had started to regret his admission.

Maybe he should have had the balls to tell Lex first.

Coming out while in Smallville was not at the top of his 'to do' list. In fact it didn't make the list at all and revealing himself to his best friend felt a little like doing that. Lex was apart from the family spectrum and a little closer to the real world.

And like everything else, Lex would have pushed.

It was easier to keep this secret along with all the others. And if that was wimping out...well, so be it. Clark Kent was not ready to take on Lex Luthor.

Lana, Chloe and especially Pete wouldn't have been fun to come out to either but Lex, oh god Lex, would have been terrifying.

The younger Luthor knew about sex. He'd probably even been with a guy before and would ask, without pulling punches just the kind of things Clark was a little too embarrassed to talk about right now.

Just because he was gay didn't mean he forgotten how to blush. Clark was still a seventeen year old boy. Geez, he was blushing now just thinking about Lex and sex. Clark shifted uncomfortably in the hammock. Oh, damn. He was also aroused.

Pressing the heel of his hand to the base of his cock through his jeans, Clark tried to think non sexy thoughts by calling to mind every nasty mutant he'd ever had the misfortune to meet. If he came in his pants thinking of his best friend, he'd never be able to face him again.

Not Lex, not Lex, not, oh god, Lex.

The hard pressing turned into furious rubbing.

Oh fuck, yes Lex, yes Lex, yes--

"Lex!"

The hammock swung and the support beams creaked as Clark's back arched and he filled his boxers with wet, sticky heat.

The unexpected force of his orgasm was an embarrassing surprise. He laid staring at the rafters and picking at the fly of his damp jeans trying to make sense of it.

Before now he had never fantasized about Lex. Never. Lex was attractive, yeah sure, all pale and creamy goodness but he was also just a guy. A guy. A hot guy. A really, really hot guy. Oh, damn.

Clark had a hard-on for his best friend. Well, wasn't that just the stupidest thing in the world.

This would be one revelation he would not share with his parents. This would also be one more secret he would not share with Lex.

"Let me get this straight, Mrs Kent. You want me to date your son?" That couldn't have been what she asked.

Martha sat calmly, her jitters apparently gone now she had stated the purpose of her visit.

"Actually, I'd like you to do a lot more than that, Lex. I'd like you to court him."

"Court him?" Fuck, this had to be some big cosmic joke and any minute Martha was going to turn into Monty Python's version of God. "Court Clark?" he asked again when it appeared she wasn't going to shape shift any time soon. "You're not serious?"

Martha chuckled. "It's funny how much you sound like Jonathon at times but yes, I'm dead serious." She sat forward in her chair. "Recently Clark's made his sexual orientation known to both me and his father and as responsible parents we have chosen you as the right person to guide him along this path. And before you ask 'why me', let me say we all know how special Clark is and how easily his abilities can be exploited in the wrong hands." Martha paused and her features soften. "You care for him, Lex. I know it. I feel it. I can't believe you'll hurt my son and I trust you to protect him."

"I did hit him. That day on the bridge, I ran him over, didn't I?"

Martha sat back and pulled in on herself in the typical Kent fashion Lex knew so well.

"I can't answer that. Clark's secrets are his to tell."

Lex nodded.

Okay, okay, fair enough. The woman was offering her only son to him, he couldn't expect her to hand over the family secrets as well. Not yet anyway. But there was one thing she might reveal. Lex's throat tightened convulsively. Asking might give away at least one of his secrets but he had to know.

"Does...does he love me?"

"Clark? I don't know, dear." Oh Christ, she called him dear. She did know how deeply Lex felt about her son. Her earlier statement wasn't a guess. He wasn't revealing anything new. "You'll have to find that out for yourself."

"Then why did he agree to this?" Clark was one of those people that led with his heart. It was a beautiful rarity and one that Lex was coming to appreciate. Clark wouldn't agree to something this important for the protection his money could provide alone. "And with his parents of all people?"

"He didn't. Clark doesn't know I'm here. If he did, I'm sure he'd quite angry that I was trying to arrange his marriage without his permission."

Lex gasped. Sans Holy Grail deities or not, this still had to be a joke, or maybe some drug induced flashback.

"You want me to marry your son?" Lex stood and slapped his chest. His white DKNY dress shirt stuck to his skin. "Me? Aren't you afraid of what people will say? Dating a man and coming out of the closet will cause enough of a scandal but marriage to a Luther as well? This is Smallville, Mrs Kent. Not Metropolis."

"Yes, I do and no, I'm not. If Clark accepts your proposal, then that's the end of it. As a family, we'll deal with whatever prejudices arise. Now please sit down, Lex."

Lex obeyed the calmly given order, collapsing more that sitting. His head was swimming.

Fantasy was fast morphing into a sharper reality than he ever could have imagined and the neurons in his brain were having a hard time keeping up. They were flashing chaotically. Lex dug the heels of his hands into his closed eyes trying to calm the fireworks within. He could feel a headache coming on.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck." Lex moaned while getting himself under control. Eventually he raised his throbbing head. "This is all up to him, isn't it? Clark, I mean."

"For the most part, yes." Martha smiled kindly and reached out to pat his hand across his desk. "That's where the courting comes in, dear. You have to win his heart for this to work, and to keep him safe. And should you do so, there will be some legalities to be dealt with but I'm sure for you that would be no problem. I'm certain you have influence enough to stretch the Vermont state lines and marriage laws to as far away as Kansas."

Influence: right. A Luthor: right. He could do this. Lawyers had to be good for something other than getting you out of a bind. Theoretically speaking, they should be able to help you get into one too.

Putting on a front, Lex stared blandly at his future mother-oh god-in-law and steepled his fingers under his chin. Be the level headed man she came here to see, goddammit!

"Possibly," he began in his best no nonsense voice. "But it would be tricky. I would need both yours and your husband's consent for the union at the very least to start. And of course sodomy laws here in Kansas would prevent consummation but I suppose that could be achieved while still in Vermont." His mind spun. "Afterwards, it's highly unlikely anyone would dare stop me from fu-"

Martha cleared her throat, interrupting the indelicate line of thought. "You've thought of this already, haven't you?"

"What? Marriage?" his bravado faltered an instant. He hadn't, had he? "No, of course not." Lex said firmly after a hesitant pause. "That would be...foolish."

"Lex, it's okay."

"It can't be. I'm the bad guy," Lex said calmly before the terrible truth of his words sunk in. Bitter bile along with anger rose abruptly in his throat. "I. Don't. Get. This!" Lex roared, slamming his hands so hard on his desk, his palms stung. Martha didn't flinch.

"Get what?" she asked calmly, suffering his tantrum stoically.

Infuriated by her unaffected composure, Lex was up and pacing the room, his arms flailing. "The girl, or rather, the guy, the happy ever after, all of it!" He stopped and stared at Martha. "I'm Lex Luther and you," Lex jabbed a finger at her. "You should be chasing me with a shotgun for even thinking about having sex with your seventeen year old son!"

"Actually, that would be Jonathon with the shotgun."

"Mrs Kent!"

"I'm joking, dear. Jonathon's on board with this, really."

Lex shuddered. Oh Christ, the Kent family humour was going to be the death of him.

With a great amount of will, Lex forced the beating of his heart to slow and drop out of stroke range. "Really?" he asked.

"Okay, so he's not real happy about it but he is trying."

"No shotguns?" Lex wheezed.

"No shotguns."

"And Clark has no idea?"

"None." Martha got up and stood before him. She was beautiful and sweet, and oh god how he could love this woman if he wasn't already head over heels and totally insane for her son. "Look Lex, nothing has to be decided today. I know my proposal is a bit...unorthodox. Think about and then, come to dinner tomorrow night."

"With an answer?"

"No, I don't need an answer. My husband and I have made our intentions known and that's end of our participation. What happens next, if anything, will be between you and Clark."

"I'll keep that in mind, Mrs Kent."

"Martha," she corrected.

"Martha."

It was easier to say this time.

"So, is he going to do it?"

"Yes, Jonathon."

"He told you that? Came right out and said it?"

"He didn't have to."

"Need help?"

Clark yelped and spun on his heels.

The mashed potatoes in the bowl he was holding lost their fluffy white peaks to spread in a fan over the fine knit of Lex's navy blue pullover. Clark stood a moment admiring the pattern until realizing he was fascinated more by the way the blue molded the older man's pecs than the white.

"Sorry," he mumbled. Ears burning, Clark carried the bowl over to the kitchen table and turned back to Lex. His friend was by the sink wiping away the mashed potatoes with a dish rag. Clark deliberately stopped himself from becoming too embroiled by the mundane action of Lex cleaning himself and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"You mother asked me to dinner."

"She did?"

"Yes, Clark. I saw her yesterday in passing and she was kind enough to invite me." Lex dropped the rag in the sink and took a step forward. "Should I have said no?"

"No, of course not but my dad..." Clark let the sentence trail off. Lex knew what his father thought of the young Luther heir. He didn't need reminding.

If he was offended, Lex didn't show it. He nodded his head thoughtfully and one side of his mouth rose slowly. His whole being seemed to be fixed on nothing but Clark as he strode forward and closed the gap between them.

It was funny but Clark got the absurd feeling his friend was stalking him in his own kitchen.

"A necessary evil." Lex said softly while gazing up at him with steel gray eyes that seemed to darken by the second.

"My Dad's not evil." Clark responded indignantly although there was no force behind the protest. His chest was tight and his breath, uneven. With his alien abilities, it shouldn't happen but it was. He could do nothing but whisper.

The man before him was intensely powerful. He could feel raw energy coming off him in waves. Clark had never been so aware of how much so before now. He had a vague feeling the spontaneous orgasm in the loft yesterday had something to do with his new found heighten awareness but that was a peripheral thought. He really couldn't think about anything with Lex standing close enough for Clark to smell the citrus tang of his cologne.

This Lex was more than just his all weather friend and confidante. This was the man the business world feared, a predator, ruthless when he wanted to be.

Dangerous.

A heat somewhere between fear and desire pulsed low in Clark's belly. The feeling was new and he liked it. A lot.

"Mmm. A thorn among roses, then?"

"Well, he can be a pain sometimes." Did that sound dumb? Oh god, he hoped not.

"Ah, yes. Are we alone, Clark?" Lex purred, his mouth near enough to Clark's ear he could feel the warmth of his breathing. Clark's eyes fluttered closed. Lex's increased proximity was becoming too much to bear. His skin felt super tight and too hard everywhere.

"Lex?" he whispered. Clark didn't understand the question.

"Is it just you and me for dinner tonight, my beautiful farm boy?"

Beautiful?

Clark opened his eyes surprised to see Lex was leaning casually back against the kitchen counter again looking cool, calm and totally collected. It wasn't fair.

"Oh...ah...no," Clark ran a hand through his hair. His fingers came away damp. "Mom's getting peaches from the root cellar and Dad's upstairs changing," he replied, wiping his hands on his jeans and hoping his voice hadn't cracked.

"Pity."

Pity?

Dinner was more pleasant than he could have imagined.

After confirming that yes, Clark was attracted to him and he something to work with, Lex thought spending time with the elder Kents would be a torturous, plebian affair.

It wasn't.

While Clark was disappointingly silent for most of the meal, Mrs Kent--Martha--conversed quite intelligently regarding matters of business. Lex congratulated his father silently for choosing such an excellent assistant and Mr Kent--still Mr Kent--for his part, said nothing overtly insulting. Lex was almost sorry when the dessert plates were cleared away.

"Hey, Lex." Clark called, getting up from the table. "Do you want to come up to loft for awhile?"

To see your etchings? Strip you naked? Suck your cock? Let me fuck you?

Oh, god, Clark.

Yes!

"Thank you, Clark but I have an early meeting tomorrow." Lex said, pushing back his chair and folding his napkin neatly before placing on the table. "I really must get back home to prepare."

Damn. Why was that so hard to say?

"Walk me to my car?" Lex offered with a sideways tilt to his head.

"Okay."

After saying good night to the Kents who, if the twinned smiles on their faces were any indication, seemed quite pleased with his self control even he wasn't, Lex rose from his chair. Clark gallantly held the screen door open for him as they exited the house through the kitchen.

Sweet.

"You should come to dinner more often." Clark said when they reached his car. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his oversized jeans and his cheeks were tinged pink. He was absolutely edible and Lex was already full. "It was nice, Lex."

"Nice, Clark?" Lex leaned back against the driver's door of the Ferrari. The metal had cooled in the late August night but the heat wave standing in front of him with the pink cheeks offset the chill deliciously. "Is that what you want from me? Nice?"

The younger man's breath hitched suddenly and his eyes darted up over Lex's head.

"Yeah, I guess. Maybe." Clark lost interest in whatever he saw in the night sky and stared back down at him with an intensity that would have made Martha Kent proud. "What else is there, Lex?"

"Good question." Lex said with forced calm, slightly surprised by Clark's directness. "We'll get to that in time."

"Will it have something to do why you called me beautiful in the kitchen before dinner?"

"I did that?" Oh, fuck. And here Lex thought he was the one in control.

"Yeah, you did."

"And how do you feel about that, Clark?" That's right, Lex. Stall. Get a grip. Stall.

In the last day Martha Kent had dropped a bomb in his lap and although Lex wasn't totally unhappy with it--he was actually unLexianly giddy the truth be known--he was still leery. Wanting Clark was one thing. He'd done that from the moment he'd risen from the dead, wet and shivering on a river bank but marrying Clark as his mother wanted, was something else all together. He really hadn't, as he told her, thought about it and doing so now made him something he hadn't truly been since he was nine years old.

Scared.

Clark shifted back forth on his feet in a 'ah shucks' kind of way and then gazed at him shyly through long, dark lashes. "I liked it."

And so it begins.

The bottom of his world had dropped out.

Lex was doomed.

He was going to marry Clark Kent.

"I liked it."

Oh, damn. Did he just say that?

Clark looked closely at his friend. The other man had slumped against the car with his eyes tightly shut. Yep, he did. Well so much for keeping his feelings under his hat.

"Lex? You okay?"

Slowly, with elegant precision the older man opened his eyes. "Do you know what that means, Clark? Liking it when another guy says you're beautiful?"

"We don't have Net Nanny, Lex. I know what it means. And I've been hard all night thinking about what it means coming from you."

"It means I want to fuck you, Clark." Lex said gruffly. "Can you handle that?"

"Yes."

"Just like that? No doubts? No fears?"

"I'm shaking in my boots, Lex but I'm pretty sure I want...that too. You're sure you don't want to come up to the loft?"

"Oh, I do, Clark. I most certainly do but not yet. If we're going to do this, we're going to do this right. I'm going to want more."

"More?" Oh, here it comes. Clark should have known they couldn't have a conversation without Lex bringing up the secrets he was hiding.

Clark readied himself for confession. He didn't want to fight anymore. This time he would tell if Lex asked him straight out.

"No quick fucks in the straw, Clark. There are many things we have to do before we get to that point."

Oh...oh.

"Because you want to make sure I really want it before we get there, right?" He guessed and Lex nodded.

Sex.

Lex was talking about sex and not his alien abilities.

Greatly relieved and no less aroused by the subject, Clark stepped into Lex's air space. "I will, you know," he said breathing in the sweet mixture of coffee and peaches that was Lex exhaling. "Oh god, Lex, I want to feel you, kiss you, have you inside me and, and--"

"Whoa, Clark. Slow down." Lex pressed him back with the tips of his index fingers to his chest. "I'm quite pleased to know you want me, but will you want your friends knowing that too?"

Clark blinked. "You want me to come out first? Tell my friends I'm gay before we become lovers?" It had been amazingly easy to tell Lex. He'd just done it without even thinking but his friends...

"If our relationship changes, Clark, I'm not going to hide it. People are going to know you belong to me. It might be easier for them to hear that from you first before the rumors start."

"That's blackmail." Clark blurted, regretting the accusation immediately when he saw Lex wince. He raised a hand to Lex's cheek to soften the bite of his words but Lex caught it and held it to his starch stained sweater before Clark's fingers reached their target. Lex squeezed them tight and Clark didn't insult him further with a fake 'ow'. Lex knew enough about his powers to know it didn't hurt.

"No, it's a commitment...to me." Lex growled. "I'm a Luthor, Clark. I don't take half of anything. If we're going to be together, I'll want it all, in bed and out of it. And if you can't handle that, it's better that we stop this now before either of us gets hurt."

Lex changed the death grip on his hand into a gentle hold, his thumb drawing soft circles in the well of Clark's palm. Clark watched the feather light caress while he digested what the older man was trying to say.

Sex and friendship, Lex wanted both. Okay, Clark wanted that too. Lex also wanted to own Clark and again, that was okay. Surprisingly Clark didn't mind that as much as he thought he would. It was strangely titillating thinking about being possessed by the rich and powerful Lex Luthor.

Being his.

Realizing what it meant, all of it together, Clark closed his fingers over Lex's. The hot, tight feeling rose again.

"Wow," he breathed. "You want to be my boyfriend. Holding hands and going to football games together and stuff."

An easy smile formed on Lex's lips. When it went all the way to his steely blue eyes, Clark's stomach did a small flip. "I could live without the football games, Clark but the holding hands part sounds," Lex's mouth twisted. "Nice."

Clark grinned like a fool.

Yesterday he would have never imagined standing under the stars, holding hands and joking with Lex about the terms of a sexual relationship. He was in gay alien heaven. Clark glanced down briefly to make sure he wasn't floating.

"And are you going to ask my parents for permission to court me?"

"You're making fun of me now." Lex scolded but the reprimand held no weight. The other man was beaming and looking much younger than his twenty three years.

"No, really," Clark said, not able to let the joke go. He felt too good. "This is Smallville, Lex. We do that around here."

Lex dropped his hand and his innocence waned, aging him years before Clark's eyes. "I...I've spoken to your parents, Clark or at least your mother. They've accepted my intentions."

"You're kidding?" Clark choked. His parents knew? Oh, damn.

"I am not a funny man, Clark." Lex was frowning but ooh, there was a smirk on the edges of his lips just waiting to be exploited. Clark promptly forgot about his parents. He couldn't let the small bit of mirth go to waste.

"No, but you are a hottie, Lex."

"A hottie?"

"And a sexy beast." Clark growled hoping he sounded seductive but just in case he didn't, he placed an arm on either side of Lex's head, resting his hands on the roof of the Ferrari. Lex eyed their placement and then, gave him an amused look.

"Okay, now that's one I've heard."

"From who?"

"Clark..."

"Hey, I just wanna know who's coming on to my new boyfriend." Boyfriend. Damn. He liked the sound of that. "What's wrong with that?"

"So you're going to tell your friends you're gay?"

Whoa-kay, subject change. Might as well get it over with.

"Well, I was going to wait until I went away to university but I don't think I'll last that long before spontaneously combusting, so yeah, I will."

"That's a good farm boy."

"So...ah...Lex. Do I get a reward now?" Clark pressed forward and rubbed his hard cock into Lex's belly. It was blatant but he wasn't getting anywhere with subtle. "Like an incentive or something?"

"You can kiss me good night." Lex hissed as he hooked his fingers into Clark's belt loops and yanked him closer. Apparently actions spoke louder than words with the normally reserved older man. Clark would have to remember that.

"Are...are my parent's watching out the window?" he croaked. Lex's cock was burning a brand into his hip, occasionally sliding against Clark's own and making it difficult to speak.

"I would think so. Does it matter?"

"No."

"Good boy." Lex chuckled and nipped a trail down Clark's cheek stopping at his mouth. Nudging it open with his tongue Lex scissored their lips and kissed him tenderly.

The soft press of lips surprised Clark. He had been unprepared for a touch so gentle. With all the power that Lex possessed, he had expected biting, nipping, a lot of tongue thrusting--a manly kiss, a desperate kiss--something Clark needed. This slow, lazy tasting was driving him nuts.

Mindful of his strength, Clark angled his head and lunged forward tongue first. He felt a thigh shoved between his legs as Lex parted his lips wider and let him in.

Oh yeah, this was it. Lex began sucking his tongue obscenely and grinding his thigh into Clark's groin. Oh yeah, this was fucking it. This was what Clark thought kissing should be.

Clark kissed Lex back wildly, doing his best to match the thrusting in his mouth stroke for stroke without slobbering and started to pump against the hard thigh between his legs. It was all so good.

So good in fact that Clark didn't care if his parent's were watching. He was going to proudly mess his pants doing this totally amazing thing with...oh-my-god...wait for it people--Lex! There were no ifs, ands or buts. He was going to come where he was standing.

Had to, actually.

The heat in his belly was focusing, moving downwards and as it was about to leave, needle out and explode, Lex tore his mouth away abruptly.

"Fuck, Clark. Stop it. Your parents!"

"...don't care...don't care..." It was too late. "Lex!"

Burrowing his forehead into Lex's shoulder, Clark trembled as his hips bucked erratically and his cock gushed hot liquid.

For awhile, he didn't think he was going to stop, that he was going to come against Lex's leg for all of eternity. He was an endless fountain of good feeling. But eventually he did, soaking through the fabric of his cotton shorts, his jeans and on to leave a black, golf ball sized spot on the fabric of Lex's dove gray pants.

"Sorry." Clark mumbled, eying the stain through lowered lashes. Lex brought his chin up with his fingers.

"Don't be." Lex kissed the tip of his nose and grinned. "That was one hell of a good night kiss, farm boy."

"But I wrecked your pants."

Lex laughed. "Coming so beautifully in my arms more than makes up for the dry cleaning bill, Clark."

"You don't mind?"

"I'm...flattered." Lex said softly as he ran his thumb over Clark's bottom lip. "And," Lex huffed before dropping his hand, "You're the one that has to walk past your parents with a wet lap, not me. I only have to go by Enrique with a hard on and since I've moved to Smallville, that sight has lost its novelty a quite some time ago."

"Oh, damn." Suddenly the damp stickiness in his boxers started to cling uncomfortably in the night air.

"I tried to warn you."

Clark rolled his eyes. "Yeah, good job."

With an unrepented smirk, Lex twisted him around and shoved him towards the house. "Grab a shower and go to bed, Clark. I'll call you tomorrow to ask you out formally."

Clark gave him a wide smile over his shoulder, anything less was impossible at this point, pulled his tee shirt out and over the front of his jeans and then turned to walk the parental gauntlet.

Enrique was not going to get a show tonight.

The musky smell of Clark's semen on his pant leg was permeating the small compartment of the Ferrari and aggravating the painful state the sloppy, virgin kiss had left him in. His hard on was practically bumping the steering wheel as he drove. Lex wasn't going to make it home before ruining a very fine pair of trousers.

Turning the wheel hard to the right, Lex parked the car on the side of the road at a careless angle and quickly killed the engine. Not wanting to be front page fodder for The Inquisitor, he didn't bother with the hazard lights. Getting rear ended was preferable to Officer Bob catching him with his hands in his lap jerking off.

The Ferrari had barely stopped its low thrumming before Lex was biting off his driving gloves and fumbling with the fastenings of his trousers. While cursing loudly the torturously high quality of Helmut Lang's workmanship, the zipper screeched and eventually came down.

Simultaneously licking the palm of his left, Lex used his right hand to yank down his black silk boxers and shimmy his pants mid thigh. He hissed when his fingers finally wrapped around the shaft of his cock. The overstrained organ was throbbing painfully like a toothache.

One pump, two and it was over. He was coming. He'd never been this easy.

"Oh, shit...Clark!" he cursed as a stream semen sprayed up towards the direction of his chin. After few more softer strokes to draw out the feeling, Lex sagged against the steering wheel, panting. He was pleasantly wasted.

Lex had played it cool around Clark but the evidence that he'd been just as strongly affected by their touching was now overlaying the mash potatoes from this evening's supper in a questionably artistic smatter. The expensive blue sweater was unsalvageable but he'll probably keep it somewhere safe where the servants can't take it for cleaning.

"Oh, isn't that a supremely sappy idea."

Damn him, Clark Kent was making him into a romantic. Not necessarily a bad thing but he did miss the loss of identity in a fleeting kind of way. Lex laughed, the sound was loud in the close confines of the car.

Billionaire playboy brought to his knees by Kansas farm boy, a special boy mind you with very intriguing secrets but a boy none the less.

Christ.

Clark was only seventeen years old and a virgin. He shouldn't be able to bring down a man that most of the debutantes in the western hemisphere hadn't been able to bag. Lionel would laugh if he saw him now.

Lionel.

Unless one of Clark's mutant abilities, other than being inhumanly strong, Lex had seen the pictures before he'd destroyed them, was the ability to procreate, his father was going to be royally pissed when he found out the Luther line stopped with his son.

Demanding full disclosure from Clark went both ways. He saw that now but at the time it was a way of testing Clark's resolve and he admitted, a form of insurance, a way of keeping him Lex supposed.

Clark was still one step behind. He had no choice.

Lex had experienced lust and at some undistinguishable point, had gone on to love. Asking Clark to come out of the closet in a town where the only gay man he knew was Lex, was a way of guaranteeing the beautiful young farm boy would have no one else to turn to when he made the eventual, deeper transition. It was solid planning, good forecasting, decidedly calculating and--Lex laughed again--had quite efficiently turned around to bite him in the ass.

The editorial vengeance of The Daily Planet, The Inquisitor, The Smallville Ledger and even The Torch didn't frighten him nearly as much as Lionel Luther's real and potentially lethal wrath. Wrapped up in the desperation of making his romantic dreams come true, Lex had forgotten the nightmare of his father.

He would have to be careful. He would have to be cunning. He would have to ruthless.

To keep Clark safe, he would have to be the son his father wanted him to be and the man Jonathon Kent despised.

He would have to be a Luthor.

"They were kissing, Martha."

"I think they were doing a little more than that but yes, Jonathon. Lex and Clark were kissing."

"That's a little fast, don't you think? I mean, we only gave him permission to court our son yesterday."

"Did you see the smile on Clark's face when he came in?"

"Barely. He was past me and up the stairs before I got a good look."

"He's happy Jonathon. I think we made the right choice."

"Well, if he's happy..."

"Exactly. Now go to sleep, dear."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy."

"Tell me again why my parents came along on our first date, Lex."

"Because I want people to see me interacting with your family, Clark. It's good for them to see us together in a nice, wholesome setting."

"To get them in right mind set about us. Yeah, I get it but can't we ditch the old folks for awhile and go necking behind the cattle sheds?"

"Luthors don't 'neck', Clark."

"Okay, I'm open for suggestions."

"I think your father would like to check out the John Deere exhibit..."

"Don't even think about buying him a new tractor, Lex. He's just starting to tolerate you."

"Killjoy."

"Well, if it will make you feel any better, you can buy me a Pogo stick with lots of ketchup. The booth's only here once a year and it's one of my favorite things about the Labor Day fair."

"Is food the only way to your heart, Clark?"

"No, there's another way but you already said no."

After feeding his growing boyfriend, they strolled the exhibits behind the elder Kents. Lex did not buy Clark's father any new farm equipment but he did take the salesman's card for future reference just in case. Even in this day and age, there was such a thing as a dowry.

There were the usual sundry of fair rides but Lex flat out refused to ride any of them telling Clark they were a lawsuit waiting to happen. Clark did managed however, to get him to go through a walk through haunted house although Lex suspected his main intention was to get him alone in the dark for a quick kiss. Lex hadn't needed all that much convincing and both of them had exited grinning like fools. Martha Kent had looked extraordinarily pleased when she asked them if they enjoyed the ride. Lex had surprised himself by blushing.

The main event, as the sun went down and colored lights lit up the fairway, was a concert in the band shell. Clark and Lex had their own blanket a discreet distance away from Martha and Jonathon on the soft grass.

While waiting for the band to start playing, they sat drinking iced tea out of plastic cups and talking about the demise of summer. The school year started in a few days and Clark was excited about being a senior. Lex fell in love with him all over again watching his eyes sparkle and his big hands dance through the air as he spoke.

It had been a good day and Lex hoped, an ever better night.

"Do you want to hold hands?"

"Are you sure, Clark? Chloe's sitting just over there. It's dark, but she still might see."

"I want to touch you, Lex and she's mostly watching the band anyway."

"She's not the only one out here."

"Well, speaking of 'out'..."

"You don't have to do this tonight, Clark. The seed we planted today has barely had time to germinate."

"I promise not kiss you, then. However, all bets are off during the fireworks later."

Not waiting for an answer, Clark reached over and took Lex's hand into his lap. The look of pride in the older man's eyes as he wound their fingers together made Clark's mist. He had to look away quickly before he broke his no kissing vow. Lex squeezed his fingers gently and together they watched the band in silence.

"Martha, can you see that? They're holding hands."

"So are we, Jonathon."

"Yeah, but..."

"It's dark. No one can tell unless they're being nosy or overprotective."

"Oh hell, Martha."

"Watch the band, dear."

"Clark!"

In tandem he and Clark turned to see Lana, Chloe and Pete strolling towards them. Fuck. They had lost the parents only to be found by the friends.

Clark greeted them collectively with a 'hey, guys' while Lex politely asked each of them if they were enjoying the fair. He wasn't happy they were here, Lex was looking forward to a certain promised kiss but he wasn't foolish enough to let it show. These were Clark's peers. Community acceptance of their relationship would come initially through them.

As a group they made their way to the fallowed field next to the fairgrounds where the fireworks would be set off. Hoping to get a gratuitous look at Clark's ass, Lex hung back a few feet. Unfortunately, his lecherous plans were derailed by Chloe Sullivan, who matched her pace with his.

"Did you like the concert, Lex?"

"It wasn't the Metropolis Philharmonic but it did have its merits."

"Yeah, I could see that. You and Clark were sitting awfully close."

"Fishing for a story, Miss Sullivan? I thought The Torch didn't officially reopen until Tuesday."

"No, not really. I was just wondering how Clark's 'How I Spent My Summer Vacation' essay would read. You spend a lot of time with him, don't you?"

"We enjoy each other's company immensely, Miss Sullivan." Lex gave her a pointed look. "Is that a problem?"

"Not if we were in Metropolis."

Any retort Lex would have liked to make was cut off by their arrival in the field. Lex stopped by the wooded edge and watched as the inquisitive Miss Sullivan joined up with her friends. After a few moments she merged into the crowd with Lana and Pete in tow. With a smile, Clark walked back to where he was standing in the shadows.

"Where are they off to?" Lex asked when Clark was near enough.

"The Breaks. It's a bunch of large rocks with lots of flat spots for sitting."

"Aren't we joining them?"

"Naw, it's pretty dirty. Chloe suggested I take you over the other side of the field. There's a fence we can use as bench to watch the light show."

Lex made a mental note to give Gabe Sullivan a raise.

"I don't see a fence here, Clark."

"Of course not, Lex. They don't put fences in the woods. Nothing to keep in."

"Then why--oomph!"

Using his greater strength but not too much, Clark pinned Lex to the closest tree and proceeded to kiss him senseless. Like the genius he was, Lex caught on quickly, pulling him tight and raking his hands under the back of Clark's sweatshirt.

After the initial rush, the kissing slowed down to a more leisurely pace. Clark allowed Lex a breath and Lex took advantage of the break by moving his lips down the column of Clark's throat. Clark threw his head back and hips forward.

"Oh, geez, Lex...that's good."

"Yes, it is. You taste like honey and sunshine, Clark. I want to lick you all over."

Pulling the front of his shirt up, Lex dragged his tongue over Clark's exposed chest. When teeth scraped a nipple, Clark cried out.

"Oh, god!"

"Hush, sunshine. You don't want people running in here seeing what I'm going to do next."

Next?

Clark's eyes went wide when Lex dropped to his knees and began to mouth the head of Clark's erection through the denim of his jeans. There was a dark spot just below the brass button and Lex paid special attention to it. He was gasping by the time the older man effortlessly opened his fly, pushed down his boxers and brought his aching erection out into the cool night air.

"Fuck you're big, Clark." Lex licked the slit of his cock. Clark stared in fascination as the drops of pre-come on its tip were collected on Lex's swirling pink tongue. It was more erotic than anything he'd ever seen on the Internet. Lex sat back on his heels and smiled up at him. "And sweet."

"Please...Lex..." Clark pumped his hips, the wet tip of his cock narrowly missing the older man's cheek.

"Hold on to the tree, Clark. I don't want you falling me when you come."

Clark's brain hardly had time to process Lex's warning, before he was swallowed whole. He grabbed the tree quickly and tried hard not to close his eyes in pleasure. This was his first blow job and he wanted to watch.

The heat of Lex's mouth was wonderful. Because of his alien nature, he couldn't be damaged but Clark felt like he was being branded, marked. Every time Lex's head pulled back, Clark was sure he saw burns but it was only the red flush of blood as his cock filled further. When Lex started humming as he sucked, Clark caught fire all over. He reluctantly slammed his eyes shut so nothing else would.

"Lex...oh god...Lex...I'm going to..."

As his orgasm started to pulse out of him, Clark half heartedly tried to shift his hips back but Lex's fingers held him firm. Purring now, the older man drank him in until he had nothing left to give. It was a fantastic feeling, coming in his boyfriend's mouth. Without checking, Clark knew instinctively that there was at least an inch between his boot soles and the leaf littered ground.

When the night air once again chilled him, Clark opened his eyes to see that had Lex fallen to the side on all fours.

Heaven met earth abruptly.

For a moment Clark thought Lex was retching until he saw the flurry of activity at the fly of his tailored pants and a stream of white hitting the forest floor soon after.

Lex had come from making him come. Cool.

Prying his fingers out of the trunk of the tree, Clark zipped himself up and kneeled down by his convulsing boyfriend.

"You okay?"

"Dammit all to hell, Clark." Lex swore. "I hate it when you make me do that." His head was hanging loosely between his outstretched arms.

"Have an orgasm?" Clark asked confused. He had quite liked his.

Lex moaned. "No, go off like a fucking teenager."

"Sorry?"

Lex peered up at him smiling. "Don't worry about it. I'll deal."

Smiling back, Clark held out his hand and helped him up. Lex did up his pants and then brushed the knees. There was a drop of semen on the hem of flustered man's black sweater and without thinking twice, Clark used his index finger to wipe it off.

Faster than someone who was born on this planet should have be able, Lex snatched his wrist and held the white coated finger to Clark's lips.

"Taste me, Clark." Lex whispered, his voice low and throaty.

Clark did.

It wasn't sweet like Lex said his was, it was actually a little bitter but it was okay because it was well...Lex. Clark dutifully sucked his finger clean before lowering it. Watching intently, Lex's silver eyes glittered in the dark.

"Jesus, fucking Christ, Clark. Now kiss me."

And Clark did that too.

As soon as their lips touched, Lex's tongue was in his mouth mixing their fluids and blending them into one. This time there was no question. It tasted great. They tasted great. Clark flicked his own tongue into Lex's mouth to show his appreciation and Lex's hugged him tighter in response. Finally so they could breathe, although that wasn't really a concern for Clark, Lex broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together.

"You're incredible, Clark. Do you know that? You drive me insane. You're so fucking incredible and I...I care for you so fucking much."

And I think I'm in love with you, Clark wanted to say but didn't want to sound like a stupid kid after his first blow job.

"Me too," he said instead.

Lex grinned and hooked an arm around his waist. "How's about we go see some fireworks?"

"Yeah," Clark agreed.

It would be the perfect ending to a perfect first date.

A low rumble interrupted Lex's thoughts. He looked up from his computer screen over to where Clark was sprawled reading his latest homework assignment on the couch. School had started two weeks ago and the scholastic deluge had begun.

"Hungry, Clark?"

"Sort of."

"You know where the kitchen is. Help yourself."

"Want anything?"

"Maybe after I'm done with this."

"Work?"

"Working for pleasure would be more precise."

"Okay, that sounds interesting. What is it?"

"When I'm done, you'll know."

"Can't I know now?"

"Go eat, Clark."

"You're going to pay Clark's way into everything?" Clark's father roared, slamming down his Personal Digital Assistant or 'PDA' on the kitchen table. When Lex compiled this report, he knew instinctively that particular recommendation would bother the proud, older man.

"Yes, Mr Kent that's what rich boyfriends do." Lex said evenly, sticking to his guns. If Clark's 'coming out' was to go smoothly, certain guidelines needed to be followed. Appearance was everything. "I'll also buy his coffees, lunch, dinner, whatever when we're out together. And he will see only me. No girlfriends. Not even rumored ones."

"What about social events like a school dance, for instance?" That was from Martha. She was scrolling through the information on her PDA thoughtfully. Lex had provided one of the small hand held devices for each of them.

"That's trickier in the early stages. We don't want to shock the good citizens of Smallville by having Clark bring me to his senior prom. But I suppose I could volunteer to be a chaperone to gain attendance. If the event is in Metropolis, it won't be a problem. I'll display Clark openly as my date."

"You don't want me to go out after dark!" Clark squeaked holding up his PDA to Lex's face.

And here was Clark's sore point.

"Only for your own good, Clark. I don't want you to become a victim of gay bashing." Lex heard Martha gasp. "On the farm here, no problem but be careful while in town after dark."

"Lex, I can take care of myself." Clark said while giving him a steady gaze. There was information being offered in those big doe eyes but now was not the time to partake of it. Knowing Clark's secrets were secondary to keeping him safe.

"Yes, maybe." Lex allowed. "But I'd rather you avoid violent confrontations. If you find yourself involved in one, do your best to walk away. Don't rise to insults."

"That sounds like something Dad would say."

Lex looked at Mr Kent and gave him a nod of genuine respect. "It's good advice. Follow it."

"Chloe knows?" Martha asked. It was Clark who answered.

"Yeah, Lex says since Labor Day but I haven't talked to her about yet. I will though. Soon. And I'll ask her to help me with Pete and Lana."

"Good idea, Clark." Lex reached across the table a briefly squeezed the hand that wasn't holding a PDA. He didn't touch Clark often in front of his parents but the younger man's participation in this brain storming session pleased him. After reluctantly pulling back his hand, Lex picked up his own PDA.

"There's one factor we haven't addressed yet and it's a big one," he said.

"Lionel Luthor." Mr Kent mouthed it like was a curse. It was.

"Yes. My father won't be pleased I'm dating a male high school student but not because of public embarrassment. Luthors don't care what others think--"

"He wants grandchildren." Martha said cutting him off. "And adoptive ones are not an option."

"Yes, ma'am. That's correct. The bloodline must be continued to assure immortality."

"What about you, Lex? Do you want children?"

"Mom!"

Unaware how in depth the agreement between Lex and his parents was, Clark was understandably outraged. Clark didn't know Lex intended to propose and make him his life. Talking about children most likely seemed strange to the young man at this point. Lex couldn't look at him without revealing how at ease he was with the topic, so he focused on his mother.

"Honestly, Mrs Kent, I haven't gotten that far in my thought process but I can tell you I don't have a problem with adoption."

"Good enough, Lex. Now back to Lionel. What can he do?"

"A number of things. One, he can try to attack me financially but that would be the most ineffective. With the creation of LexCorp, I have become financially independent. There have been some set backs, but I've learned from them. I'm stronger now. He can't easily take my money away."

"I have a rich boyfriend. Cool."

"From anyone else, Clark, that statement would have me running for the hills but yes, you have a very rich boyfriend."

"The second item you have listed is 'public embarrassment'." Mr Kent said pointing at his PDA where it remained on the table like a pariah. "I thought you said that didn't matter to Luthors."

"It doesn't. I can take it as well as I give it but that does not extend to the people I care about. Lionel may try using blackmail, possibly in the form of compromising photographs to force me into stop seeing Clark and that only hurts me, through him. I will not have Clark's reputation sullied."

"So you won't touch my boy." Mr Kent said with a snort of satisfaction. Lex hated to burst his bubble...well, perhaps 'hate' was too strong a word.

"I'm sorry to offend your sensibilities, Mr Kent but I have touched your boy and will continue to do so. Whether you care for it or not, he is my lover." Out of the corner of his eye, Lex could see Clark squirming his chair. "But I do promise to be discreet and treat him with respect."

"Fine. I suppose I can't ask much more than that."

"But that doesn't mean Lionel won't obtain pictures." Lex took a breath. He was about to unleash a side of his personality he fought against every day and was uncomfortable displaying in front the Kents. "If he does, I'll deal with him in kind. I have access to the same resources he does and I'm not above using them to protect my own. Lionel taught me well." Lex finished, hoping it was enough to belay their fears without completely repulsing them.

Lex didn't like acting a Luther around these good people. It was bad form.

"We understand, dear." Martha said gently.

"Thank you." Lex replied softly, grateful of her generosity of spirit but not surprised by it. He took a slow peek at Clark, instantly terrified of what he might see.

The younger man was looking at him across the table with obvious sympathy. Big eyes watery and a silly, lopsided grin on his over ripe mouth. Oh god, how he loved this boy. It was appallingly frightening how much. Lex swallowed hard and managed a tight smile in return.

"Is that it?" Clark asked, impatiently. He was taking it well, but it was obvious to Lex the younger man had reached his limit of people picking apart his love life.

"Other than the police being called in, the Smallville chamber of commerce revoking your father's business license or the odd brick or two being thrown through your front window, I suppose it is."

"You don't paint a very pretty picture, Lex." Martha said, rising from the table.

"I know, ma'am," Lex tore his eyes from the breath taking image she called her son to give her a grave look. "But I believe in being prepared."

"Well, we are that. Now, who's up for pie?"

"You're my knight in shining armor, Lex."

"No, I'm more like Darth Vader who knows how to wield the Force to his advantage."

Clark laughed. Lex was such a sci-fi geek sometimes. Good thing. Very good thing.

"Yeah, well, either way I'm glad you're on my side."

After his mom's apple pie, Clark dragged Lex up to the loft to cheer him up. Lex got snarky when talking about his father, the senior Luthor and Clark was resolved to break him of his foul mood. He slipped off the couch to kneel at Lex's feet.

"Lex?"

Lex pinched the bridge of his nose and snapped, "What is it, Clark?"

"Can I suck your cock?"

"Huh?" Lex stared down him. His finely delineated eyebrows, the colour of ripened wheat were arched and his coral pink was mouth was slightly open, the fuller bottom lip parted a little from the jagged line of the upper.

It was a good look for him, Clark mused. It brought the older man down to his level. Lex looked impossibly young when he was bewildered and Clark liked that. It made him feel strong in a way his alien powers didn't.

Placing his hands on the tops Lex's thighs, Clark parted his knees with a not so gentle push and moved between them. "Can. I. Suck. Your. Cock?" He repeated slowly.

For a long moment Lex searched his face gently with his eyes. Simmering with the urge to just take what he wanted, Clark waited quietly and suffered the without batting an eye.

Finally Lex brought up a hand to stroke his cheek and whispered, "Yes."

Permission at last. Oh, god.

In the last couple of weeks Lex had blown him five times, yes he remembered exactly but had not allowed Clark to return the favour. It was milestone in their relationship, Clark knew and only hoped he could mark it properly.

With fingers that felt like over stuffed sausages, he undid the fly of Lex's pants as Lex continued to watch him silently. When they were opened, Clark got his first real look of his boyfriend's genitals. He gasped in pleasant surprise.

Lex Luthor had hair.

There wasn't a lot of it but there was enough to dust a fine copper mist along the base of a long, sturdy shaft. Beyond that, Lex was neatly cut and the head of his cock was appropriately tinted a deep royal purple. Clark found the whole package almost pretty. He smiled up at Lex.

"It's beautiful."

"Thank you." Lex replied in the same hushed tone he'd used earlier.

Putting his desire on the back burner, Clark took a moment to contemplate the man's bearing. This was a bookmark in their life after all. He wanted to remember it.

Lex's eyes and mouth where soft, his forehead smooth and his shoulders, rounded. The older man looked so exquisitely serene and trusting, Clark was moved. Lex didn't give this away to anybody and Clark knew it. Something inside him broke. Changed. Became stronger.

"All of you," he added in his own breathy whisper. "You're beautiful all over, Lex."

This time he got a slight smile in thank you and another light caress to his cheek. Bursting with happiness, Clark leaned into the delicate brush of fingers on his way down to Lex's lap.

Trying to recall how Lex did this to him, Clark covered his teeth with his lips and sucked in the crest of Lex's penis into his mouth. The tang of pre-come dragged across his taste buds as he moved downwards. He stopped and breathed deeply through his nose when soft red hair tickled its tip. Lex moaned and threaded his fingers into Clark's hair.

"Hold still, sunshine."

Thankful of the direction, Clark looked up at Lex and hummed what he hoped would be taken for assent.

"Jesus..." Lex hissed and then started to pull his cock out of Clark's mouth.

For a moment Clark thought Lex was going to leave him entirely and disappointment was fast becoming a very tangible thing until he was once again filled.

Oh, now he got it. Lex was going to fuck his mouth. Okay, his ego and his super powers could handle that.

Clark hunched further forward to better line up Lex's cock with his throat. The movement garnered another noisy thrust from his boyfriend. And another. Soon the hay loft was filled with Lex's low throaty growling and the creaking of rusty couch springs. The unorthodox song brought Clark's own cock to life. It was hard and pulsing in his jeans.

"Clark...oh, fuck...Clark...do you want to swallow? Please...oh fuck...fuck...fuck...tell me you want to swallow. Please!"

Not sure how to answer yes with his mouth full, Clark placed his hands over Lex's where they cradled his head and prayed he got the message. He did. After a few more long thrusts, Lex came with a keening wail in his mouth.

Super powers or not, Clark still had a gag reflux of sorts. The incessant pounding hadn't sparked it but the tickling sensation of Lex shooting warm semen down his throat did. Clark only managed a few deep swallows before pulling back to suckle the rest of Lex's come from the end of his sputtering cock. By the tightening of the fingers in his hair, it seemed he wasn't being blamed for his failing.

"Oh, my god!" came a high pitched scream too coherent to be Lex. His boyfriend was screaming but he wasn't forming words.

Once again utilizing his alien biology, Clark released the softening cock in his mouth, wiped his chin clean and faster than the human eye could register, stood in front of Lex, blocking him from their unexpected visitor's view like a pillar.

"Chloe!" Clark exclaimed to her back, incredibly and deeply mortified. In modesty, she must have turned around the moment she realized what was happening in the loft but he still wondered how much she seen.

"Are you done, guys?"

"I am." Lex reported from behind him. He peered back over his shoulder to see Lex doing up his zipper and smiling smugly. Clark gave him a sour look before turning back to Chloe.

"It's okay now, Chloe. You can turn around."

Chloe was smiling brightly when she did. "Well, that was one hell of a confirmation." Her eyes lowered and her head tilted to the side. "Oh, Clark."

Confused, Clark followed her line of sight. It ended at the crotch of his jeans where his erection was clearly delineated in faded denim. Embarrassed, Clark spun and started doing up the lower buttons of his flannel shirt. Lex was laughing.

"You're evil." Clark hissed down at him. It didn't matter much to him now that Lex was in a better mood.

"I know." Lex agreed with a smirk and hooked a hand around Clark's bicep, tugging him down beside him on the couch. "Please, Miss Sullivan, pull up a bail of hay."

"Straw." Clark corrected through clenched teeth.

"Straw." Lex acceded with a graceful nod of his head.

Bouncing across the wooden floor of the loft like an excited puppy, Chloe took a seat. The eager look in her eyes chilled Clark and wilted his erection. He huddled against Lex hoping he would do most of the talking.

"So, you're a couple now, huh."

Totally composed and looking more together than someone who had just screamed out an orgasm at the top of his lungs had the right to be, Lex answered without the tiniest hitch in his voice. "Yes, although it's generally not known for obvious reasons. Besides yourself, Clark's parents are the only others aware of the fact."

"Wow. They know about the sex?"

A dry nod and the tiniest of smiles. "They haven't had a private viewing as you have, Miss Sullivan but yes, they do."

Chloe grinned and clapped her hands. "Lucky me."

"Chloe!"

"Oh come on, Clark." She tossed her blond head at him. Pert was fast becoming annoying. "Guy on guy sex is totally hot."

"Yeah, for the guys." Clark snorted and then blushed. He was getting better at not doing that at every turn but geez, this was Chloe.

"And for the girls. Especially when they look as good as you two. Haven't you ever heard of slash, Clark? It's written and read mostly by women."

"Are you telling me watching me have sex with my boyfriend turns you on? Ew, Chloe!"

"Get with it, Clark." Chloe mooned at him and then halted. "Boyfriend? This is really real, isn't it?"

"Very." Lex said succinctly while reaching over, taking Clark's hand and giving the back of the knuckles a soft kiss before weaving their fingers together and placing the enfolded possession in the lap of his expensive trousers. "Although coming out may present a problem here in Smallville," he said finishing the possessive display and focusing his cool stare on their excited inquisitor.

"I can see that," Chloe said in a rush, her eyes brighter than they were before. "But it might not be so bad as you think. I mean, people see you two together all the time. It's always Lex and Clark did this, Clark and Lex did that. How much of a leap can it be to find out you're lovers?"

"It's the reaction after the fact we're worried about."

"Do you really care? If you love each other, what does it matter what anyone else thinks?"

Clark felt Lex stiffen at the mention of the "L" word but the older man relaxed again before Clark had time to wonder about it.

"That's an attitude I can afford, Miss Sullivan. Clark cannot."

"Because you're the big bad city slicker and he's the small town boy? Oh, please. That one's been flogged to death, Lex."

Clark glanced over Lex. He looked a little bit surprised.

"So you think we should just do it?" Clark asked his bubbly friend.

"Be subtle, no make sessions in the Talon or anything but, yeah. I'll help by running a little interference. You know, talk about how cool you two are together. That sort of thing."

"No articles in the Torch?" Lex asked.

"Tempting but that can wait, provided you give me an exclusive once you're all the way out of the closet."

"I don't do interviews and neither does Clark. Not about this."

"Oh hell, it was worth a shot."

"But we both appreciate your understanding and your offer to help." Lex said with honest sincerity. He wasn't playing Chloe as Clark had seen him do many times with others and it made Clark proud.

"No problem."

Chloe grinned widely at them both and Clark felt himself start to relax.

The first step had been taken towards an open relationship with Lex. Maybe the rest wouldn't be so hard.

"Put that away, Jonathon and turn off the light."

"In a minute, Martha. Did you know I can get the latest market prices on this thing?"

"Yes, dear. You just have to plug it into the Internet."

"And I can keep track of breeding schedules, fertilizing timetables?"

"Did you say thank you to Lex for giving it to you?"

"What? Oh hell, Martha."

"Jonathon."

"Tomorrow. I'll say thanks tomorrow."

"I know you will. Good night, Jonathon."

"Night. Hey, is that a card game?"

"Jonathon!"

"Did they arrive?"

Entering the library, Enrique glided towards Lex and placed a cream colored envelope on his desk. Lex checked its contents, two tickets to the Metropolis Philharmonic Opening Gala this coming Saturday night.

From September through out November they'd been playing it cool in public, sharing intimacies only when they were alone or with Clark's parents, although at a much lower key and with a lot less heavy breathing. Jonathon Kent still looked lovingly at the shotgun mounted over the fireplace whenever Lex came within a foot of his son.

Like the rest of the town, Pete and Lana were still not aware of the complexity of his relationship with Clark and Lex had not pressed it. No one knew of the times they spent kissing each other to orgasm in his car or the quick blow jobs in the loft before the 'folks' came home from the feed store. Similarly, Smallville was also unaware of their all night movie fests at the castle where they talked more than paid attention to what was on the big screen or the tranquil evenings Lex spent watching Clark study on his couch in the library when he should have been decoding spreadsheets.

Romance was something not yet associated with Lex and Clark or Clark and Lex as Chloe Sullivan continued to call them. They were simply close friends who were rarely seen without the other. And if anyone perceived that was odd, no one said so. Of course, this was a town where man eating cows didn't make the front page in the local paper. So, go figure.

Despite enjoying having Clark Kent solely to himself, Lex knew this grace period was vital to building the solid base they would need to withstand the prejudice that would eventually make itself known once they came out as lovers. He had purposely initiated it.

Rampant mutants were one thing in Smallville but faggots in the god fearing rural town were bound to be quite another. However, if he wanted more than the Kents and Chloe Sullivan to attend his wedding reception, the hiding had to stop. It was time to give his beautiful farm boy up to the rest of the world and begin the good fight. The gala event in Metropolis would be the opening bell.

Lex put down the envelope and looked up at his manservant. The tall, well dressed man was elegantly polished like most everything else he owned.

"Has Clark's tux been to delivered to the Kent farm?"

"Yes sir," Enrique replied crisply. "Along with the shoes. The cufflinks came this morning from the jewelers but I thought perhaps you might want to deliver those personally."

"I do," Lex confirmed. "And you got my list about what to stock the limo with? Lots of fruit, Clark loves fruit."

"Cook has made it her personal mission to see that Master Kent has everything he needs during the trip to and from the city."

"She has?"

"Yes, sir. She's quite fond of the lad. As are we all. He's an excellent choice."

Lex looked sharply at the other man. Apparently the staff had categorized Clark's place in his life without asking. And if it was anything remotely close to Victoria, Lex would be doing mass interviews in the near future.

"Would you mind explaining that last comment, Enrique? Choice of what?"

"I believe the politically correct term is life partner, although Cook insists on calling Master Kent, 'your young man'."

"Oh."

Lex was stunned.

Most of his household staff, with the exception of Enrique were locals and the majority of those, older women with families. Such tolerance of his gay relationship with one of their own was unexpected, as were their powers of observation. Surprisingly, they had correctly guessed he was courting Clark and not simply trying to get him into his bed for a quick fuck.

Perhaps that was the difference.

Also remembering Miss Sullivan's eager acceptance, Lex was beginning to believe he had given the inhabitants of Smallville less credit than they deserved.

"Will there be anything else, sir?"

"No, that will be all. Wait." Enrique halted at the threshold of the library and turned. "Please inform the staff that my private life is not a topic of gossip." Lex stopped and thought. "Unless it is discussed discreetly and with respect."

"Of course, sir. I understand, sir."

"And tell Cook, thank you. I'm sure 'my young man' will appreciate her efforts. I know I do."

With a silent nod and an atypical Cheshire cat smile, Enrique bowed out of the room.

Mulling over the latest victory in his war to win Clark's heart, Lex leaned back in his steel mesh chair and stared idly out the window.

Treating Clark with respect was paying off--even in his own home. The lonely nights he'd been enduring were reaping benefits that even his mercurial mind in all its Lexian glory had not foreseen.

From the first, against his libido's loud and frequent protests, Lex had been pacing his sexual encounters with Clark because that's what 'dating' was, wasn't it?

Sex was secondary to building a trusting relationship or so all the romance books he'd recently added to his all ready expansive repertoire of reading material said. Lex didn't have a great amount of practical experience in that arena.

Fucking, he knew. Using sex as a bargaining tool, he was the master. But being a lover in the truest sense of the word, he was a complete and utter novice.

Lex had never been in love before.

Oh, he thought he was once. He'd even married the bitch but he knew the difference now. Even under the influence of mutant pheromones, a blow job from Desiree had never felt like a religious experience.

It was another unexpected 'Kentian' benefit.

When it finally happened, sex with Clark would be glorious. Lex was certain of it. He also knew he would be no longer able to keep his feelings to himself.

During these last weeks, it had been difficult enough not to tell his beautiful farm boy how much he loved him. It was a constant hurt, a heavy weight in his chest. After making love to Clark, it would be impossible. He would be at the young man's mercy.

Lex did not want to be the first to say the words 'I love you'. Just being in love was scary enough. The possibility that Clark might not feel as strongly and look at him with sad eyes was horrifying. Lex had to be sure his feelings were reciprocated before admitting his deepest, brightest secret. Luthors were not pitied by anyone, up to and especially the love of their lives.

It didn't matter how many times Clark, with his mutant powers had saved his life, Lex would ruthlessly destroy Clark's if he broke his heart.

And that, my friends, would be the stuff of legends.

"You gave him what?"

"Condoms. At his age, Martha, they're a boy's best friend."

"But Jonathon..."

"But what, Martha? Please tell me you didn't think they we're going to wait until the wedding night."

"Well...no... but I hoped..."

"Well, I hoped it wasn't going to happen at all and look where that got me. Martha, Clark's a grown boy, and sex...well, its something he's going to want if he's involved with somebody romantically."

"Yes, I know. But did it have to be you giving them to him?"

"I know with his biology he probably doesn't need the protection, but yes, I think so. I haven't been very supportive of this thing with Lex and he knows it. Every time he looks at me...I feel his resentment. I had to do something."

"An olive branch."

"Fancier than I would have put it but I guess, yeah. You're not upset with me, are you Martha?"

"Did you rescind his curfew?"

"Hell, no. That bastard better have him right back after the concert and not a minute later or I'll have his rich butt up on a pole scaring crows."

"I love you, Jonathan Kent."

"They're beautiful, Lex." Clark said, looking across the limo at him.

"Does that mean you'll keep them after tonight?"

The diamond encrusted, solid gold cufflinks bore the sigil of Alexander the Great. Clark nervously fingered the raised stylized 's' on the left one.

"My dad will kill me if I do."

"That's not what I asked, Clark." Lex said, his voice low and without inflection.

Oh, dumb move Kent. You've insulted your boyfriend when he's just trying to do something nice for you. So what if the custom made cufflinks probably cost more than your father's farm? What else did you expect a man who has millions to buy you? Cheap knockoffs from Fordham's?

"You're right, Lex. I'm sorry. This isn't about him." Clark moved to other side of the limo. "Thank you," he said after planting a light kiss to Lex's temple. The pale skin was unusually warm and slightly salty. "I love them and will keep them forever."

"Love's a strong word, Clark. Don't you mean you just like them a lot?" Lex said softer this time. Without the edge.

"No, I'm quite certain with you, love's always the right word, Lex."

"Then I love that you love them."

Right there and then Clark would have given anything to be able to say he loved Lex too but once again the timing sucked.

If you want to be taken seriously, you do not proclaim your feelings after receiving a really great blow job or an obscenely expensive gift. Especially to the rich and exquisitely beautiful Lex Luthor who probably got declarations of love like most people got spam in their in-box.

And Clark wanted very much for the man he loved to take him seriously.

Beyond what most people thought, the cold hearted business tycoon, Lex Luthor was a sensitive man. He was not his reputation. He hurt easily and surprisingly, often. Clark's stupid blunder tonight was a case in point.

When he finally got around to being able to tell Lex his feelings there could be no room for misinterpretation. Lex would know Clark loved him and that it had nothing to do with sex or gifts.

It was all just a matter of timing.

Breaking away from an informative conversation on junk bonds, Lex put down his drink and moved to the end of the bar to watch Clark's return from the restroom.

Quite a number of well coiffeured heads turned as his date strode across the marble floor of the Grand Tier Room in the Metropolis Concert Hall. Not surprising. Six feet four, raven haired and breathtakingly gorgeous tended to do that.

"A guy in the can pinched my butt and called me your boy toy." Clark said when he reached the bar and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. Lex placed a light but proprietary hand in the middle of Clark's broad back.

"Foolish man," he drawled, petting the fine weave of Clark's black tux like the soft fur behind a kitten's ear. "I'll have him deported tomorrow if you like."

Clark smirked and squinted sideways at him. "I think he's American, Lex."

"Irrelevant." Lex replied blithely but meaning it.

"Nah," Clark laughed, seemingly unaffected by the rude comment. "Don't waste your time, Lex. It was no big deal. Another guy thought I was a prostitute. I think that's what rough trade means, right? And that didn't bother me either."

Let's hear it for Kent family self esteem. It was amazing what a loving up bringing could accomplish. Lex was eternally grateful for his lover's savoir-faire, if not a little envious.

"There are a lot of small people in this very big city, Clark. If you stick with me, tonight won't be the last time some jerk off thinks you're some pretty boy I bought," Lex warned. "It will get better the more we're seen together but it will take time. Are you sure you're all right with that?"

Clark batted his eyelashes. Oh, he was a saucy wench tonight. "Do you think I'm pretty, Lex?"

Pretty? Lex's dick promptly did hand stand in his pants.

Lounging back on bar on his elbows, giving a megawatt smile and casually wearing a four thousand dollar Armani tux like it was a pair of worn out overalls with a broken strap, his young lover looked like the cover of GQ magazine.

Pretty? Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Pretty had nothing on Clark Kent.

"Clark..."

"No, it's okay, Lex. I'm cool with that." Clark replied earnestly, getting back on track quicker than Lex, whose physical reaction to the young man beside him was seriously derailing his equilibrium at an alarming pace. "I'm just impressed they think I'm attractive enough for someone like you to spend money on."

"Don't' underestimate yourself, Clark. You're...what's the word?" Lex paused and took a deep, calming breath. He was not going to blow his load in front of this slew of blithering sycophants. Feeling his balls descend a safe margin, Lex then gave the boy a determined, full body search with his eyes and replied under his breath, "A hottie."

"You think? Me? Really?" The playful glint in Clark's eyes returned. "Wanna put your mouth where your money is, Mr Luthor?"

"That's really bad, Clark." Lex groaned while suppressing a smile. He could live two lifetimes and never become accustom this kind of carefree, simple humour. Compare to the barbed word games he usually parried from his set, he preferred it. But he was never really ready for it. Clark and his family almost always caught him off guard. It was a pleasantly refreshing modification. Lex felt his gripping, sexual tension ease slowly into the sweet buzz of comfortable companionship.

"Doesn't change the question, though. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge."

"Are you coming on to me, farm boy?"

Clark dipped his head next to Lex's ear and whispered, "On you, in you. Where ever you want, Lex. Just say so."

"In me?" Oh, now that was interesting. Lex had not considered bottoming for Clark, it simply wasn't his usual preference but remembering the generous hang of Clark's package, the thought was worth considering. "Do you want to fuck me, Clark?" Lex asked peering sideways at the suddenly bold young man. Their noses almost touched.

"No, not really." Clark's large front teeth worried one half of his bottom lip. "But I would mind you doing me. We've been dating more than three months, Lex. I think it's time we took the next step."

A bolt of adrenaline slammed through Lex, destroying his recently won composure. Sights and sounds became sharper and the world narrowed down to him, Clark and the three feet or so of wooden bar they were leaning against.

He wanted this. He was hungry for it, starving. And now it was being offered. The only problem was Clark had yet to tell him he loved him. Lex had vowed to himself that he would not take Clark to his bed until the younger man had verbalized his devotion.

But all that said, could he really say no to this pretty young god?

In the reception bar of the most prestigious concert hall of all of Kansas, if not the whole of the Midwest, Gotham included, Lex was being proposition by a man, that had he been raised in Metropolis, would have the city at his feet by now. After one night, Clark was already half way there.

Clark's time among the Metropolitan elite had been brief, a handful of minutes and with the exception of a jealous few, the young farm boy from Smallville had charmed the most jaded with his over large smile and his guileless answers to their blunt and often caustic questions.

Could he really afford to say no to this pretty and imperially candid young god?

Given the ground his handsome young date had already conquered, it would social and political suicide to do so. Not that such vulgar concepts mattered to Lex personally, but he was a businessman with a fledgling corporation to run. It would be fiscally irresponsible to throw away such an obviously valuable asset because of a sappy romantic agenda. So would he?

No.

Not even if he had a choice.

But before anyone's dick was in anyone's butt, Lex would do his best as a Luthor to elicit an 'I love you' from the only creature that had ever made him think twice about the motivations that had governed the last ten years of his life.

In some macabre fashion he would stick to the twisted ideals and goals he had adopted as a matter of survival and keep his heart intact. It would be the epitome of multitasking.

Ironically, while his father would despise his choice of life mate, he would also be insufferably proud of his cold hearted and calculated tactics to secure him. Fuck him. It made Lex hate the blind old bastard even more.

"You might be right, farm boy." The bar lights dimmed twice briefly and Lex checked his mother's watch. Intermission was almost over. "Do you want to stay for the second half of the concert?"

"No, I want to go home and...fuck." Clark answered, stumbling adorably over the last word. Lex gave him bonus points anyway.

Fueled by the expectant passion of final consummation, Lex reached up to wind his fingers into the hair at the nape of Clark's neck and yanked his head down for a quick but stinging kiss. "Let's go, sunshine," he ordered, taking a sweetly stunned and attractively mussed Clark Kent by the hand.

This was all his and he was going to take it.

Finally.

Carefully.

Thankfully.

The long limo ride back to Smallville was anti-climatic.

Although Clark was geared up for something more, Lex had done nothing but hold him and tell him boring stories about the people he'd met that night when they finally made to the car. Clark had tried to be attentive but had fallen asleep before the limo had left the Metropolis city limits.

"We're home, sunshine."

"Wha?" Clark yawned and dragged his knuckles across his heavy eyelids. When he noticed the moonlight was shining through the limo windows at an odd angle, Clark realized he was no longer sitting up. Sometime during the three hour trip he had curled into a fetal position and was using one of Lex's thighs as a pillow.

Remaining horizontal, Clark rolled on his back and straightened his legs until his heels hit the far side of the car's cab. Lex's lap was warm under his neck.

"Are we at the castle?"

"The farm."

Clark frowned. "But you said we were home."

"You are. Come on, get up." Trying to get him to move, Lex flexed his hips but Clark refused to budge.

"Come in with me," he asked softly.

"It's late, Clark and you need your sleep." Lex gave him a replica of one of his mother's sterner looks. It was kinda weird seeing it on his boyfriend's face but not enough to move him.

"I need you more," he pleaded. "Send the car home and stay the night with me."

"That's not a good idea."

"Why not? My bed's small but it will fit both of us if we cuddle."

"I can't sleep with you and not touch you, Clark. We've gone beyond that."

"I'm not asking you not to, Lex. I want you to touch me. I want you enter my house, go through my kitchen, scoot around the Lazy-Boy in the living room, come up the stairs to my room holding my hand..." Remembering how sinfully tactile the older man was, Clark snuggled the back of his head deeper into cradle of Lex's lap. He was not above seduction to get what he wanted. "And fuck me in my bed," he finished in what he hoped was a sexy drawl.

"Your parents will hear..." Lex hissed through his teeth. Under his head, Clark was pleased to feel something long and solid taking shape.

Score one for the horny seventeen year old virgin.

"Yeah, so but they expect us to have sex," Clark paused and wondered briefly if he should tell Lex about his father giving him a box condoms. Nah, mentioning Dad would probably kill the mood he was working very hard at trying to create. "And if I'm not mistaken," he continued, not missing a beat, "They've already given you permission. My virginity is already as good as yours. Why not take it?"

Clark reached up and pulled at Lex's bowtie. The black silk strip unfurled and Clark undid the top button of the crisp white collar. "You do want me, don't you?" he asked stroking the pale flesh of the now exposed neck lightly with his fingertips.

"That's not up for debate, Clark." Lex shrunk back into the limo's leather seat, taking his neck out of teasing range. "Stop that." Lex said, the order slipping so softly from his lips, Clark knew he couldn't possibly mean it.

"Make me." Clark challenged as he moved to undo the rest of the buttons of Lex's dress shirt. "Come inside and make love to me, Lex."

"Love?"

Like the other night when Chloe mentioned the word in the loft, Clark felt Lex's body stiffened only this time the other man didn't relax immediately. Except for the flaring of his nostrils, he sat stock still and staring straight ahead. It was creepy. Clark sat up.

"Yeah, love," he said shyly, hoping hadn't picked the wrong time to finally speak his heart. Unsure of himself, Clark shrugged his shoulders and offered with a weak laugh, "Like it could be anything else, Lex."

Lex turned his head slowly to look a him. His eyes were narrowed. "Are you absolutely sure?"

Clark swallowed hard and nodded. "Does that scare you, Lex?"

"Does it scare you, Clark?" Lex shot back.

"Yes...no....both. I don't know. Does that make sense?"

"More than you know." Lex said softly, breaking off his killer stare. Sighing, he threw an arm around Clark's shoulders. "Please understand that I do want to make love to you...badly. A few hours ago I was ready enact the cheesiest of clich's and fuck you in the back of this car," Lex gave him a twisted smile. "But then, thank god, I recalled I had more class than that. I think we should wait until tomorrow night, Clark," he continued, the smile and the sarcasm fading. "I don't want to rush this. Everything has to be perfect."

"This was what you were thinking about while I slept, wasn't it? You want our first time to be special."

"You can pack a bag and come home with me after Sunday dinner. We can make love for the rest of the evening in my much larger bed and then fall asleep in each other's arms."

"But I'll have school in the morning." One night was not going to be enough. Clark wanted the next day too.

"So, I'll make a call and have the bus stop right outside the gates for you." Lex said, misinterpreting his protest.

"I'm not worried about the bus. I don't need a ride to get to school on time. I've never been late for class, even when I missed it." Clark said with all seriousness, suddenly in the mood for another admission. "I'm pretty fast on my feet when I want to be, Lex."

"Careful, Clark. Your secrets are showing."

"Well, maybe it's about time. There are things about me you should know."

"And as much as I want to know them, Clark I'm not sure the limo with Enrique sitting in up front is the best place. He won't listen, and we can most likely trust him if he does, but like sex, I want whatever secrets you have to tell me to be just between us. All your intimate details belong to me and only me, you understand? They're mine and I won't share them with anyone, Clark."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh." Leaning over, Lex gave Clark's forehead a soft and no where near long enough kiss. "So you understand how important it is for us to wait just a little while longer?"

Clark blinked. Twice.

Damn. Lex had done it again.

In the course of their short conversation Lex had idealized their relationship, portrayed what was happening between them into larger than life proportions or in Lexian terms, made it legendary and Clark would bet the man hadn't even noticed.

It was just the way Lex Luthor was.

The young, self proclaimed conqueror to be, did everything off scale and way out of whack from what was considered normal for most mortals as a matter of course. Maybe because of his empirical upbringing--hell, the guy lived in a castle for crying out loud--Lex didn't know how to behave any differently. It wasn't a complaint. Being from the upper side of whacked himself, that suited Clark better than fine. He gave his lover his biggest smile.

"Sure, I get it. You're a romantic, Lex."

"I am not."

Nope. The rich bald guy didn't have a freakin clue.

"Oh, yeah, sure you are. You're sensitive and sweet. A big old mush ball of warm fuzzy feelings."

"Clark..." Lex growled. Damn, he was sexy as hell when he did that. Clark's cock stiffened in his overpriced pants. Clark tilted his head and parted his lips.

"Kiss me good night, fuzzy."

"That's not an especially appropriate nickname for me, Clark." Lex huffed. Ooh, stuffed shirt. That was even better. Clark loved getting under Lex's skin. It rarely ever happened and it was a thrill for him to be the perpetrator.

"Mushy, then?" Clark purred, his voice purposely dropping an octave.

"Do you want a kiss good night, my young Master Kent?"

"If you won't make slow torturous love to me, then yeah, I'd like a kiss."

"Slow?" Lex's voice caught. "That's how you'd want it, Clark? You'd want it slow?"

"A hard fast fuck would be good too. I dream at night about wrapping my ankles around your neck and feeling you pound into me."

"Damn you to hell, farm boy. Come here."

So Clark didn't get all he was asking for that night but still, the kiss was pretty damn good. It was wet and sloppy and given by a man that most definitely wanted him and almost certainly loved him.

Oh, yeah.

Pretty damn good, indeed.

Afterward, while he took a much needed cold shower and readied for bed, Clark's heart beat out the sonata he heard the orchestra play earlier that night in the big hall. He hummed an aria aloud while checking his emails before hitting the sack.

Besides the regular and much hated spam, there was only one of importance. There was no salutation or sign off but from the addy, he knew the message was from Lex.

The older man must have sent it from his cell phone in the limo for Clark to receive it so quickly. His heart caught in his throat when he read the short note. It was a quote or maybe a poem. He didn't know by who but it was so beautiful, it didn't matter. Clark wallowed in a pool of incredibly good feelings while printing it so he could place the loving missive in his knapsack for safe keeping and future pawing.

On the fifteen inch screen, he read the message over and over again as his aged printer wined.

*"A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever....I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair, This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning, This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face, This the thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet again."*

It was better than any kiss. Way better.

Oh god, he if wasn't in love with Lex Luthor before, he was now.

Desperately so.

"And where the hell are you off to? Get back in this bed this minute, Martha Kent!"

"I was only going to call over to the castle and check to see if he has everything he needs."

"Like what? His pj's? I'm sorry, hon but I don't think he's going to need them tonight."

"Jonathon!"

"I know, I know, take my word for it, I know."

"Oh, Jonathon, he's only seventeen."

"Yes..."

"And Lex is twenty three."

"I've done the math too. Believe me, Martha, it doesn't do much good to dwell on it."

"I'm being silly, aren't I? I mean, if it weren't for me, Clark wouldn't even be there."

"You're being the concerned mother you have every right to be and Martha..."

"Yes?"

"I wasn't going to say this before but...ah..."

"Out with it, Jonathon."

"You've seen the way they look at each other. I don't think wild horses would have kept them apart. I don't think it was ever up to either of us."

"You think they were fated to be together? That Clark was always going to be drawn Lex no matter how much meddling I did?"

"Don't like it much but, yeah. And Clark is happy. Didn't you once tell me that was all that mattered?"

"I did at that. You're a smart man Jonathan Kent and I love you very much."

"Well, since we have the house to ourselves for the first night in fourteen years, I think I'd like you show me just how much...in the...ah...kitchen?"

"Ooh, a very smart man."

"Wow, I could live ten years in this room and never starve!"

"Well, there's not usually so much fruit..."

"What about the flowers? Geez, Lex. They're everywhere!"

"Again, not usually."

"Did you do this all for me?"

"I would have given a chance." Lex grumbled under his breath. However, after one word to his staff that Clark would be spending the night, 'his first real night', the conversion of his bedroom into a virtual cornucopia of sensual delights had begun from the moment he'd given the news. Clark hadn't gotten around to noticing them yet, but there were also flannel sheets on the bed instead of the usual 800 thread Egyptian cotton. Lex wondered briefly who on his staff had preempted that particular kink.

"Are you pleased, Clark?"

"Yeah, how could I not be? Come here, you."

"If you insist." Lex said with a shrug while trying not to run like a madman into Clark's outstretched arms.

"I do."

A momentary thrill ran up Lex's back at the mention those two small words. One day very soon, he vowed he would hear them again but in another room and in an entirely different state. He'd heard Vermont was lovely in springtime.

"You make me feel like the most important person in the world." Clark sighed as he engulfed Lex in a grizzly sized bear hug. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sunshine."

"Sunshine." Clark kissed him gently beside his left eye like a cherish toddler. Lex would have bitched at the indignity if it hadn't felt so good. "I like it when you call me that, Lex. It reminds me of that night in the woods."

"Ah, yes," he muttered, wrapping his arms around and nestling unabashedly into his own bigger than life, six feet four, plush toy. "Your first blow job."

"No, the first night I tasted us together. It was the absolute best so far, Lex."

"Oh, so who's the romantic now?"

Clark laughed. "Guilty, yeah but you're still the master, fuzzy."

"You know if you call me that in public, people are just not going to get it."

"I'll explain, if you like? Or show them. I have how you feel in writing now, you know."

"Pass," he said into Clark's shoulder as he remembered with embarrassment the sappy attack he'd had last night after dropping Clark off at the farm.

Quoting one of Donne's most intimate of sonnets in an email was a knee jerk response. But the boy had all but said he loved him in the limo. What the fuck else was he supposed to do? Dammit, Lex had just reacted. "I'm a Luther," he huffed now he that he had a little time and distance from the event. "I'd rather people fall to my feet in abject fear than laughter."

"Okay, then I'll just show my mother. Knowing her, she'll absolutely love the poem."

"That, I don't have a problem with. I'd fall to her feet if she asked me. I would kind of like it if you did show her."

"Oh, Lex, you're such a softie."

"Then do something about it. Isn't that what you came here tonight to do?" Lex had already decided that the telling of Clark's long hidden secrets could wait. It would be love before disclosure. Compared to what was happening now, they weren't all that compelling.

Hell, everyone was a mutant in Smallville to some degree or another. It was no big deal. Lex, hairless as he was and his body's uncanny ability to mend a three inch gash in the time it took to heal a paper cut, was a mutant himself. Whatever Clark could do wouldn't knock him off his feet. It would be interesting but that's about it.

The younger man had hesitated at the postponement but had eventually agreed that tonight would be for touching and tomorrow, talking.

"Make me hard, Clark," he said, grinding his pelvis forward. It was a mute point. Thinking of what was to come, Lex had been hard all the way through Sunday dinner and had made creative use of his napkin.

"Get me naked Lex and I will."

"Done." He replied breathlessly to the big man holding him but didn't move. This next step was going to be large. He was good where he was and wasn't in any mood to hurry. When he went off the high board this time, it was going to be one hell of a dive, and into the deepest waters of his life.

Lex was about to commit a major felony and not give a big furry mutant rat's ass in hell.

Making love to Clark was not about cold steel on his wrists and being taken away for ten to twenty. It wasn't about abusing membership etiquette, or breaking laws, which is what most people who didn't have money called it.

Lex didn't need to do that anymore. He'd reached his bullshit limit years ago and learned that aspect of rebellion wasn't all that satisfying. If it was even supposed to be. The thrill he craved from Clark wasn't anything like that. It was a whole other world of different. Being with his young lover didn't feel wrong and it didn't feel empty.

Clark was not a possible plaintiff in a major court action. He was a man. A big, oh so beautiful man who maybe, almost definitely was in love with him and was older than Lex in so many fantastic ways that Lex couldn't begin to count them and dared any one else do so.

Clark was not a violated minor. He was not a confused child. Not a victim but a consenting partner, and if the hungry look in his hazel eyes was any indication, an eager and willing participant. Ensconced firmly in his supposed victim's arms, and withstanding the gentle caress of his soft, full lips against his neck, Lex had no doubts.

Lex found it hard to believe there were actual laws against this particular kind of wonderful but sadly, there were.

Clark was young, seventeen years young, and not legally responsible for his actions for another seven months. If Lex took him now, as he was most certainly going to do tonight, he would be the only one charged by the state of Kansas for the illegal act of sodomy. Lex would do major jail time and Clark would do at the most, counseling.

It was a dicey situation, fraught with dire circumstances and certain angst--but only if you thought about it--something Lex had no intention of doing. Mental acuity was not on the agenda tonight.

And if he had to, he wouldn't think the rest of his life if it meant keeping his most cherished farm boy by his side forever.

He was a never look at a price tag and hate your guts just for having more, obscenely, scandalously rich man. That had to be good for something, somewhere, somehow. If he wanted to, couldn't he turn off the whole fucking world and stop the need for thinking all together? Couldn't Enrique find a way to do that for him?

No, probably not. The odds weren't good.

But for Clark Kent, anything was worth a try.

Because he was...everything.

Clark had cleaned himself in and out to be ready for this.

The 'in' part had kinda of squicked him but Clark hadn't let the indelicacies of the procedure be a deterrent. Being at his best for Lex was far too important.

Reading the instructions on the Internet, he'd held the bag up and filled himself so full of warm soapy water he thought he was going to explode. When he had removed the nozzle, and had anally expectorated, the relief was so intense he'd almost come.

Almost. Not quite.

But with the thought of Lex's seed filling his anal cavity instead of the cleansing mixture he'd carefully made and thoroughly flushed his bowels with to prepare, Clark had painted the tiles in the shower with his ejaculate like graffiti on an alley wall.

The fantasy had felt good. Wonderful. Better than drinking Lex's warm natural fluid into his mouth. It was only an image but it was more visceral, more real, more there.

Having Lex come inside his ass, meant something. It was bigger, sharper. Clark didn't have the faintest idea why but there it was. Anywhere else seemed a wasted effort now, a shadow of what could be, an indistinct fog. He didn't get it and really didn't care. He just wanted it.

It was something that had to be.

From day one, Clark had always wanted this. He knew that now. Everything else had been a build up. Figuring out why was trivial. It was all about being filled by Lex. It was what they both wanted, so who cared? Not him as long as got it. Did Lex? The older man wouldn't even know how important it was unless Clark told him.

No, he wouldn't know.

Clark had brought his father's condoms. They were in a red and blue box nestled under a fresh pair of underwear in his knapsack and Clark vowed with a vengeance that surprised him, that's where they would stay.

The sweat of his body is going to cover me. His desire is going to coat my insides. He owns me even before he touches me. Clark wondered if Lex had any idea.

No, Clark thought. He didn't...couldn't. He's never said. Didn't know how.

But Clark did know that the condoms would be a trip in a steady step, a pothole in the road, a big honking deterrent. They would spoil everything. He didn't want them and Lex didn't have to know why.

He didn't have to know.

It wasn't exactly a secret, just something he wasn't going to tell right now.

His dreams had fallen.

They were no longer in his imagination but had been plucked from his unconscious to be pressed insistently into his waking world violently enough to make his head spin.

Clark Kent wanted to make love.

With him.

Christ. Oh, Christ.

Broken from his fugue by the incredibility of his own good fortune, Lex slid his hands up the front of Clark's flannel shirt and pushed gently.

In a slow half circle, the young man released his soft, wet mouth from Lex's neck, nipped at his earlobe and kissed his temple lightly before taking a small step back. The big arms still held him but now there was space enough between them to look into each others eyes.

"Naked." Lex croaked. "Remember?"

"Not something I'm likely to forget. I want it too much " Clark leaned in and placed another feather light kiss to the side of his face. It was the young man's favorite place to touch him, Lex realized with queer fondness. There were bigger, more obvious places but his temple was where Clark's lips gravitated time and time again. "I want you too much, Lex."

"Then strip for me, Clark. I want....please," His breath caught in his throat. It was only when Lex tried to refrain from trembling, he realized he already was. "I want to watch you," he whispered.

"For you." Clark said, taking a step back and crossing his arms to catch the tails of his shirt. "And only you," he promised while giving Lex the classic Kent glare.

In a whoosh of fabric, the upper portion of Clark Kent was revealed. The younger man hadn't bothered with buttons. He had pulled the garment, undone over his head. Lex gasped when he saw there was no undershirt to spoil the view.

Even half naked, Clark Kent was something to look at.

The muscles of his upper torso weren't perky or gym sculpted but heavy, solid and practical. There was a healthy substance to his large form that made Lex want to grab and hold on to it. He instead grazed a rounded bicep the roughly the size of his skull lightly with his fingertips.

"Magnificent," he praised, genuinely awed.

"You think so, Lex?" Clark hung his head shyly and picked at the button of his jeans. "I'm not as buffed as some of the guys on the football team are."

Tell him you want to stick your dick up his ass, Clark was all lips and permeating stares. But tell him he was beautiful, he blushed like the school boy he was. Weird in a way but also undeniably sexy.

"I don't want to fuck a football player, Clark." Lex growled, learning the lesson. "But I do want to fuck you."

Clark's button popped and sailed across the room. "Oh, geez, Lex."

Ducking the small brass projectile, Lex bit his bottom lip and tried not to laugh.

He, the man who'd been a member of Mensa since he was fourteen, was about to make love someone who used the word 'geez' frequently in normal conversation. It wasn't really funny, a little surreal maybe, but not definitely not funny. Lex blamed his inappropriate giddiness on nerves. Nerves? Christ. That wasn't funny either. Nor true. In the bedroom, Luthors were never nervous, goddammit.

"The jeans, Clark," he prompted, wiping his damp palms on the soft knap of his trousers and making a mental note to tell Enrique that the beginning of December was definitely too early for the castle's heat to be on. Who cared if there was frost on the windows? It was a bloody furnace in here.

"What? Oh, yeah. Right, Lex."

Bending over, Clark undid his boots, heeled out of them and then, pulled off his white socks. When he returned to his pants, Lex noticed he looked momentarily dazed to find his button gone, but after the short pause, regained his equilibrium, undid his fly and shucked the jeans to the side.

"Naked, Lex." Clark announced, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. The blush remained but now the heated gaze had returned. Its honesty intensity burned Lex and he looked down and away to the young man's center.

Between strong thighs, was Clark's sex, firm, upright and leaking cream. His mouth watering, Lex inched forward intending to catch a drop but Clark seized him by the biceps before his knees could kiss the carpet.

"No." Clark said forcefully in a baritone so low, it surprised Lex. "I don't want to come until I'm filled with you. No blowjobs tonight, Lex Luthor." Seeing his shock, Clark loosened his iron grip and added softly, "Please?"

With his heart in his throat, Lex nodded his acquiesce. He wasn't frightened by the young man's sexual aggression, just too fucking turned on to speak.

Fucking was good. Making love was better. But the idea of being able to do both with Clark went beyond that. It was...was...oh, fuck, Lex cursed under his breath. If it wasn't so close to 'thinking', Lex vowed he would have come up with a sufficiently apt description.

Smiling, Clark let him go and walked over to the bed to recline lazily back on his elbows, his back arched and legs splayed open suggestively. Lex's ever attentive balls contracted and did a tri-axel in his silk boxers.

As he disrobed quickly under Clark's ravenous stare, Lex wondered briefly if Martha Kent had any regrets about giving him her only son.

He hoped not, because after tonight, there was no way in hell she was ever going to get him back.

"Are you sure about this, Clark?"

Lex was hovering above him with his arms straight, splayed hands planted firmly on the indigo comforter by Clark's shoulders and his slim hips nestled behind the backs of Clark's thighs. If his cock were inside Clark instead of uselessly spit polishing the vee of his groin, it would be a good mating position. Needing something of Lex inside him, Clark ignored the stupid question, wrapped a hand around the base of the older man's skull and brought him down for a wet kiss.

Granting his unspoken wish, Lex unlocked his elbows and proceeded to fuck his mouth with his tongue. He was talented, his experience telling and had often made Clark come from kissing alone.

But not tonight.

Before the heat in his groin went critical, Clark slipped his free hand between their bodies, the knuckles remaining dry while his palm slid easily along Lex's sweating chest and belly. Careful to avoid touching his own, Clark fisted Lex's erection and stroked it roughly. The older man released his mouth and shouted.

"Jesus, fucking Christ, Clark!"

Lex was a very vocal lover and Clark appreciated the guidance. Being a novice, it helped to know when he did something right.

Breaking from Clark's grip, Lex's got back up on his hands and threw back his head. Neck and teeth bared, taut stomach fluttering and pale skin shining in the low light of the bedroom, he grunted into Clark's sweat moistened hand. His fixed desire was incredible to see.

Nothing human could look this impossibly beautiful. So slight and slim but moving with uncanny power and grace. Sometimes Clark wondered if Lex Luthor was an alien himself.

While watching the other worldly display, Clark snagged a bottle from the nightstand and flipped the lid with his thumb. Lube, he hoped and was rewarded positively when he squeezed and a clear, slick substance oozed over his fingers. Dropping the bottle on the now rumpled coverlet, he quickly switched hands. The motion got Lex's attention, and his hips stilled.

"What are you doing?" The older man's breath was raspy and his eyes, glazed.

"Getting you ready to enter me," Clark replied, continuing to coat Lex's cock with lube with singular determination. There had been condoms on the night table as well and Clark hoped to get his boyfriend too worked up to remember them. Gasping, Lex went down on one elbow and pulled his hand away.

"That's my job, Clark."

"You were busy."

"Distracted is more like it." Lex snorted and then reached for the bottle Clark had abandoned. "It won't happen again."

His mouth once again claimed by his lover's lips, Clark felt warmed oil spread over the puckered entrance to his body and then, a slim invader. In anticipation, he spread his legs and moaned.

"Hurt?" Lex asked, breaking the kiss.

"It can't."

"Can't?" Lex mouthed softly before his eyebrows raised in understanding. "Can't hurt," he repeated firmly as he pumped another slick digit into Clark. Watching his face closely, Lex's eyes narrowed. "But can it feel good?" Another jab. Another greasy finger. Now there were three.

"Yessss," Clark hissed as his butt left the bedspread. Damn, but wasn't his boyfriend full of stupid questions tonight? Considering where his fingers were, couldn't Lex feel his insides quivering? "More," he pleaded when he touched back down.

"Yes, more." Lex laughed, "I've always wanted more from you, Clark."

Slightly put off by the other man's untimely mirth, Clark bellowed, "Shut up, Lex and fuck me!" The busy fingers playing in his ass had stolen his patience as well as his sense of humour.

Following his orders with a frown, Lex silently removed his fingers and took hold of his purple tipped cock.

His body shaking with need, Clark watched as Lex angled his long shaft down into position, closed his eyes, and while biting his bottom lip from coral to blood red, shot his hips forward without mercy.

This time it was Clark who screamed.

It should not feel like this.

It wasn't bad, oh no, it was damn fucking glorious, no where near bad, but it shouldn't feel like he was being sucked off at the same time as he was fucking. It had been awhile since Lex had done this with a man. How long had he'd been in Smallville? But he recalled squeezing as orgasm neared was normal, not suction. The farm boy had muscles he shouldn't.

The velvet walls of Clark's anal passage were literally rippling and massaging the come out of him. Absurdly curious about what else was different about his lover given the fact he was cock deep in him and had better things to think about, Lex lifted his eyelids.

Under him, Clark was writhing and his hands opening and closing spasmodically on the coverlet. His heavy muscles were pulled tight across his chest and abdomen and he grimaced appropriately each time Lex pounded his cock deeper into his ass. Intoxicatingly beautiful certainly, but fairly normal. Clark looked liked he was being fucked good and hard, except for one thing. Besides a faint line of moisture making his dark locks curl along his hairline, the younger man hadn't broken a sweat. What wetness there was on his body, came from Lex, who was sweating like a pig.

"Lex?" Clark's large eyes were open and glistening. The sparkling dew on his lashes fascinated Lex, who had suddenly become a strange aficionado of his lover's bodily fluids.

"What?" he asked while dipping his head down to kiss away a pretty tear.

"You've stopped."

"I have?" Lex quickly looked down where his body joined Clark's. The boy was right. He had. His stomach muscles were rolling in waves but his hips had gone stagnant. When had that happened?

"Don't...please." Clark whimpered softly, catching his immediate attention. "I need you so badly. Please move...please..."

Before Lex could apologize for his lapse, a powerful pulse of sensation pulled at his entire groin making his vision waver and his head spin. And regardless of blinking eyes and reeling mind, his hips snapped to and suddenly remembered how to rock. Without waiting for the rest to catch up, they drove his very happy cock repeatedly in long jabs into his supernaturally demanding lover.

Once he collected up enough of his gray cells, Lex quickly understood that he might be the one at the wheel but it was definitely Clark doing the driving.

Again, not normal his clinical mind pointed out annoyingly but his blissed out body, apparently wasn't interested. It was too busy overloading on the special connection which was becoming less unusual as the weird fluttering tapered off and the tightening he had pondered earlier began.

His beautifully strange love was about to come.

"Oh, fuck!" Lex screamed as a bolt of sympathetic lightening shot down his spine and into his over sensitive balls.

Desperate for release, Lex hunched over Clark, grabbed his large shoulders, purchase made easier by the young man's lack of perspiration and plowed faster. He was so near, so fucking close. The kicker, the extra push came when Clark braced his big arms on the bed and lifted his hips to match his frantic pace. Enthusiasm was always a turn on.

As the flannel sheets snapped free from the corners of the mattress, Clark merely grunted, making small, whispery sounds while Lex cries became so murderously loud, Lex knew the staff would be high fiving each other for a month.

Eventually, Clark's silent body stiffened and it was only when he felt the cherished heat of semen splash his belly, did Lex remember he'd forgotten to wear a condom. A thread of fear wove through him at his inexcusable oversight as he helplessly joined his lover in orgasm and filled him with copious amounts of his possibly tainted issue.

He'd tested okay but tests could be wrong, his mind ranted even as primal instinct took over. There was such a thing as a false positive, couldn't there be a negative? His brooding was interrupted abruptly when the crushing grip on his kidneys ceased and Clark's heels bounced on the mattress.

Oh, Christ, Lex cursed while the pain he hadn't noticed a moment ago faded. He thought too much even when he did his best not to. He was his own worst enemy. Even the ever resourceful Enrique couldn't help him with that.

Gulping great lungfuls of air, Lex pulled out of his sated lover, taking amusement but not surprise from the way his softening cock was gently skimmed clean by the tight hole, and tumbled beside him in a sweating heap on the bed.

"Thank you, Lex." A shining Clark kissed him full on the mouth. "It was great."

Great?

Now greatness was something Lex aspired to every morning he woke up, but in terms of making love to Clark Kent, the word was sorely inadequate. But since he didn't have another readily available, he didn't disabuse the younger man of his choice.

"It was us making love, Clark." Lex said simply while struggling to fit the bulk of six foot plus teenager under his shoulder. It would have worked better the other way, with Clark cradling him, but dammit. This was his bed.

"Making love." In an easy twist, Clark slipped free from his arms, and rolled over on to Lex's chest. Clark's come squished between their bellies and sealed them together in such an obscenely decadent manner it made Lex grin like an idiot and not care. "Does that mean you love me, Lex?"

His smile dropped. Just when he thought he had things under control...

Lex bit the inside of his cheek and nodded mutely. It wasn't quite the same as saying it first but Clark's question deserved a response. "I...I have for sometime," he said, carefully watching the younger man for the slightest hint of a wince. It didn't happen. Clark sighed loudly and smiled.

"Me too. You're all want. You're all I need. Oh god, Lex. I've wanted to tell you for ages."

Words to die for--kill for if need be.

"Then tell me now." Please.

The younger man kissed him and then keeping his mouth where it was, whispered against his lips. "I love you."

"Christ, Clark." Lex cursed, while looking deep into his hazel eyes. He could not combat honesty with lies. Not Clark's kind. Even to protect his precious pride. "I love you too, every freaking, mutant bit of you," he said, vaguely aware that he was gushing and still enough of a Luthor to be remotely pissed about it.

Clark pulled back his head so Lex could see the whole of his face. "I'm not a mutant, Lex."

Lex laughed. "No, you're just your run of the mill Porsche proof, beep, beep, Roadrunner kind of guy who's allergic to green meteor rocks." Lex didn't bother to mention the amazing tricks Clark could do with his ass. Can we spell overkill, boys and girls?

"You don't understand..." Clark shook his head and sat up. He wasn't laughing back. He was frowning. Feeling a little lost, Lex grabbed the damp cloth he'd placed on the night stand earlier and then righted himself so he was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Clark.

"It's all right, sunshine," he cooed first wiping the drying come from the distraught younger man's front before doing his own. "I'm a mutant too," Lex said, tossing the dirty cloth to the side. "It's no big deal."

Clark rubbed his belly just under his navel with his the heel of his hands like it hurt. "I can shoot lasers out of my eyes," he whispered, staring downward.

"Lasers?" Lex shook his head, genuinely concerned. The boy had seen one too many cheesy sci-fi flick. "No, Clark. I don't think--"

"And can see through things with my x-ray vision." Clark looked up at him, jaws tight and his Kentian gaze at full throttle. "Tell me, Lex