The first night he went to Lex's Metropolis penthouse, Clark was brimming with nervous, drunken energy. They lounged (as well as one can lounge on a 3,000 dollar sofa), watched some movies that hadn't even hit video yet, talked in slurred whispers, and all the while Lex looked at him with amusement. When their eyes held the amusement fazed into oblivion, replaced by wanton desire. After the heated kisses, frantic tangling of bodies and brazen moans, the amusement returned; a soft smile that reached his eyes.

"I should get you drunk more often."

He smiled back. "There's no need to."

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