INDEPENDENT LOVE SONG

Chapter Two:  I Think We're Alone Now

The city shined in increased nighttime grandeur.  The yellows looked more golden, the greens more emerald and the reds more crimson.  Each white light was like a shining promise of warmth, love and comfort, something espousing the familiar between an evermore distant darkness; the black, the night, the shadows.

There was hope for him yet.

Even as there was hope, he was still trapped within bleakness.

Lex looked at his watch, the Napoleon face glinting in the moonlight.  It's almost one, he thought.  There's no way my beautiful farmboy will still be awake.  He absently swirled the sifter of brandy in his hand.  Maybe I should have taken him up on his offer.

He immediately scolded himself for even wistfully thinking such a thing.  Clark staying in the LuthorCorp penthouse waiting for him was just... it was just wrong.

He shook his head, trying to pull himself out of his zoned stare.  It didn't work and he sighed, conceding to his eyes the power to gaze at what they wished.  Other than checking his watch, they hadn't strayed from the single window of one building in about seventeen minutes.

His condo's bedroom.  The light was still on.  Was Clark really still awake?

---I love you, Lex.---

"I love you, too," he whispered adamantly, wondering why the words were so damn hard to say when it mattered, when it counted, when he needed most to say them.  He took a small sip of his drink and sighed again.  He loved Clark.  He did.  He just didn't know how to tell him.  I love you not only seemed hard enough to get out, but also inadequate.  When he finally did say it, when the words came out of his lips would it sound right?  Or would every previous lie and bad deed linger in the air with the confession?  He knew this declaration of adulation would expose him, but would Clark even believe him when the time came and words were spoken?  Or would Jonathon's own worries finally permeate his young son's thick wall of confidence?  His lover was an amazing young man, but...

But a Luthor was a Luthor was a Luthor.  Lex had told so many lies smoothly and convincingly in his rounds that he would never blame anyone if they heard the tale of his black heart's transmogrification and laughed.  Laughed hard at the thought of him, from his lineage professing undying commitment.  That's what this felt like, though.

He really didn't want Clark to see who he was to the outside world.  He just wanted to be 'Lex' for the rest of his life, just wanted it to be Lex and Clark, but he knew that reality had it's place in his conscious daily tasks and that, eventually, Clark would be seeing more and more of who he was raised to be.  Lex would never be a Luthor specifically to his love, but in front of him?  He might not even have that choice to make.

He knew telling Clark that he loved him would mean showing Clark every angle because when he finally said it, he would be giving up a part of him.  He was handing over to Clark just who he was.  Clark had been eager to do so.  He wanted Lex to take him, to have him.  There were some things that they had yet to discuss-

My Porsche.  What he did to my car and why I'm not killing myself over it being visa versa.

-and they were big things, but he figured that, all in all, Clark knew what he was doing when he confessed his love.  He had willingly handed over his own heart.  To Lex.  To Lex Luthor.  This had gone down only one other time in the world and it had not ended well.  His mother had...  His mother had been in the first in the long line of progenitors, of Luthor mates, to actually love her husband.  She was as rich and well endowed as the rest, with a healthy and sturdy family name, but it had not saved her from her own emotions.  She had fallen head over heals for Lionel and it had caused her nothing but pain for over fifteen years.  She had died still loving the man that had done nothing but betray her over and over again.

Yes, he loved Clark.  He'd never had this yearning before.  A pain inside him that lasted until the next time skin was pressed to his, hair was brushing up against him; until the next time that happy green eyes were taking away all of his frustrations and filling him with love.  Clark was more than addictive.  Clark was becoming like his heart or his brain: indepensible.  A fundamental and quintessential necessity, vital for his everyday life.  That scared him because nothing good in Lex Luthor's life ever lasted.

And it was usually his fault when it disappeared.

+_+_+_+_+

After about five minutes of post-coital care, Lex had extracted himself from Clark's embrace, gripped his pants and moved to his father's desk.

He picked up the phone, brought the receiver to his ear and thoughtfully bit his bottom lip, trying to remember the number.

"What are you doing?"

He looked up to find Clark fully stretched out on the couch, his head leaning on his palm, elbow braced by the couch, and looking incredibly delicious in the tight cotton shirt, boxers and open polyester slacks.  Lex noted with some relief that Clark had already replaced himself.

~I'd never get out of here if he was still exposed.~

"I'm trying to recall the number for 'Burnman's' downstairs."

"The men's clothing store?"

Lex nodded.

"Why?"

He grinned and pointed to the stains on his pants, then to Clark's.  "I can't go back to the board meeting like this, and Michael can't see you like that."

"Michael O'Brian?  The limo driver?"

He looked down trying to get his brain working but the stupid telephone was mocking him.  "Yeah."

Clark frowned.  "So, he doesn't know about us?"

Lex looked up sharply.  "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, he's just-"

"Strange?" he interrupted.  Clark wasn't the first to mention O'Brian's weirdness.  Some of his guests didn't like the old man, though personally, Lex found him irresistibly charming.  He figured that Clark did, too.

"Yeah."  Clark grinned and stood up as Lex returned his focus to the phone.  Watching Clark move was not going to help his brain at all.

Punching 9 to stay within the building he paused, then dialed 3-49 for 'Burnman's'.

"You remembered it?"

"It's either that," he sighed.  "Or the office supplies store."  Clark moved behind him.  "I can never remember which-"

At the same time Clark wrapped strong, comforting arms around Lex's waist and dropped a chin to his shoulder, a young man answered the phone.

"Burnman's at LuthorCorp.  We dress you to success you."

Lex rolled his eyes.  He'd always hated that stupid motto.  "Yeah, hi.  This is Lex Luthor here, is Leo there?"

"One moment, Mr. Luthor."

Burnman's was notorious for three things: their great clothes, their elitistic disposition, and their 'one moment, Mr. Customer, Sir'.  People had been placed on hold for over a full hour, but never forgotten.

Lex Luthor was notorious for many things, one of which was harboring his father's patience and temper.  At times like now, that was a very good thing.  He was never put on hold.

~No elevator muzac,~ he thought cheerfully aware of Clark's body against his.  ~And they hurry.~

"You on hold?" Clark whispered, breaking into Lex's thoughts.

"Mmm-hmm."

Clark's hands went from gentle to forceful as they spun him around.  Thick fingers picked the curly plastic cord from in between them and pulled it over and behind Clark, trapping them together in a light bond.

Palms pressed against Lex's back, traveling lower.

~Jesus!  We just finished,- he thought looking at Clark, disbelieving.  ~The libido on this kid!~

The traveling hands stopped to rest on Lex's ass and he jumped as they squeezed suggestively.

"Uh, Clark?"

The boy dipped down to furiously devour Lex's neck.  "Mmmmmmmmm?"

The vibrations from Clark's drawn out response rattled throughout his head.  "They rush the calls for me," he whispered.

Clark pulled away and licked the hollow of Lex's neck, then up over his Adam's apple and under his chin.  "What's that?"

"They rush the calls.  When it's me, they ru-"

"Hello, Mr. Luthor," came the familiar voice of Burman's seven-year manager.  "How may we help you?"

"So how fast can they be?" Clark asked, growling.

Lex slapped his hand across the boy's mouth.  He tried not to laugh as a very confused Leonard Blucas covered the mouthpiece poorly and hissed that this was not Lex Luthor.

"I'm sorry about that," began Lex in his most professional 'this is none of your business, just do as I say' tone and Clark winced, realizing he was being apologized for.  Lex shook his head at Clark, signaling to the boy that it was no big deal then turned back to Leo.  "You have a package there with the initials CK?  It should be listed on my card."

Clark's eyebrows went up and he grinned.

Lex heard the rustling of Leo looking for the package under the storefront desk and covered the mouthpiece.  "Don't get too excited, Sexy," he said, and Clark looked down, embarrassed but not quite blushing.

Lex wanted the blush.  ~Have to find something else to call him.~

"It’s just more clothes."

Clark rolled his eyes and grinned at Lex with obvious wicked intent.  "I don't want more clothes.  I want less clothes."  He tugged at Lex's hand, still clutching his slacks- the unzipped and unbuttoned slacks- and waggled his eyebrows in an attempt to be seductive.  Lex's heart jumped.

"Don't provoke," he said, glad that the dryness of his voice didn't show.  "You're naturally beguiling and arousing, Clark.  Believe me, the sexy little leers are more than enough."

Clark looked surprised.  "I leer?"

Lex smirked.  "Oh, yeah."

"Good to know."  Clark pulled him closer and ducked, the thick black hair grazing Lex's neck just as he felt Clark's lips on his collarbone.

"Mmmmm," he moaned, running his fingers down Clark's smooth, broad back in encouragement.  Clark's hands urged Lex's shirt open and began lightly rubbing the skin of Lex's stomach as lips continued their pleasurable undertaking.

"Mr. Luthor?"

~Phone, remember?~

He cleared his throat.  "Yes, Leo?"

Clark snickered softly and Lex felt a hot tongue begin to lick it's way up his neck.  He struggled to not groan.

"We've got your package, sir."

Clark's tongue was behind his ear now, and his eyes rolled back in his head.  The tingling sensation was everywhere.  "Thank you.  I'd like it brought up to my father's office along with my number three."

"Yes, sir.  Will tha-"

"Yes," he interrupted and slammed the phone down into its cradle just as Clark's tongue began outlining the edge of his ear.  Hot breath melded with the wet sensation and Lex shivered, pulling Clark closer.

"Finish your phone call, Mr. Luthor?"

He ignored the sexy, snarky tone.  "Yes.  But this," he said tugging on Clark even harder.  "-is most definitely not facilitating my business here, Mr. Kent."

"Ahhh…" responded Clark, making sure that the reply was heard as well as felt.

"I mean, honestly, Sir.  What will this accomplish?"

Clark's right hand grabbed Lex's left from his shoulder and pulled it around to the front of his slacks.  Lex groaned when he felt the beginning of a hard-on.

"Easy answer," Clark's deep voice rumbled, exposing more heated air to Lex's dampened ear.

Lex frowned, confused.  ~What was the question again?~

After a moment, he gave up trying to remember.  "Want the more controversial inquiry?"

Clark shrugged, clearly more interrested in acting than talking.  "Sure."

"What are we gonna do about it?"  Lex was suddenly pressed up against the desk, hard, and, with strong hands gripping his waist, Lex thrust playfully against Clark's crotch only to gasp as he felt Clark's tongue dipping slowly into his ear then out.  In and out, in and out, in time with the hands rubbing up and down Lex's ribs and the light thrusts against his body.

~Was I supposed to be… doing something?~

"Clark?"

A finger tickled down his spine.  "Shhh…"

He nodded and gulped.  "Okay."

Hands gripped his ass and pushed him up onto his father's large glass-top mahogany, then grabbed his wrists and pulled them to the sides, locking them into place against the desk.  Clark then licked and bit down lightly on his neck.

"God!"  He let his head drop back, exposing more of his skin for Clark.  Clark began to suck hungrily, tasting, devouring and Lex couldn’t hold back his moans of pleasure.

"Lex," said Clark as he pulled away, breathless and aroused.  “You taste so damn… so damn good…"  Clark pressed his face to Lex’s neck roughly and breathed in when Lex pulled on the black hair in front of him with his teeth, tasting the glorious silk for himself.  "I just want to… want to…"

"To what?" Lex breathed, glad he could still vocalize.

Clark's mouth quickly opened wide and sharp teeth pressed roughly to Lex's jugular, making him pant loudly.  Clark growled and Lex held dead still.

"Jesus, Clark," he whimpered.  He tried to reach out, desperate to touch, desperate to feel but the boy’s hands were gripping his wrists tightly, keeping him secured.  Clark growled again, stilling his resistance.  He never would have guessed that Clark could be so possessive and so damn primal.

He could feel himself becoming stiffer and cried out when Clark bit down harder.  The cock pressing to his sprung up at this and Clark growled louder.

“Clark,” he whispered.

“Yes?” came the reply, deep and low, animal and rough.  Clark rubbed up against him and stars shot through Lex's vision as the rest of the world dimmed in illumination.

“Oh, fuck.”

Clark pulled back and looked down at him, green eyes searing, like a rainforest on fire in the dead of night.  “Okay, Lex.”

Lex panted as Clark’s thick fingers released his wrists and moved to pull on his shirt.  He opened his arms, and Clark removed the shirt, tossing it to the side, then placing his hands on Lex’s waist.  At the same time that Clark began to tug on his waistband, Lex lifted himself up, allowing Clark to tug his pants and boxers down to his ankles.  He closed his eyes as he sat back on the cool glass desktop, running his fingers through Clark’s hair as the boy lowered himself to the floor, removing Lex’s shoes and various clothing.

Clark finished, tossing the clothes on the seat and standing up.  He ran his hands up and up Lex’s inner thighs.  "It's-“ he grated, then closed his eyes and cleared his throat, ready to start again.  “It’s been too long, Lex."

Lex tightened his grip on the unruly hair and pulled Clark into a deep kiss, the boy’s delicious bee-stung lips tormenting him.

"I know," he whispered as he pulled away.  “But the wait’s over, Clark.”

Their eyes met as Lex's long fingers found Clark’s button and zipper, deftly freeing Clark from the polyester confinement.  He pushed the slacks and loose boxers down Clark’s thighs, hearing them slide to the floor.  Clark stepped out of them and glanced up at Lex.

Fading sunlight in the background made Clark‘s eyes look impossibly dark, and when Lex let his hands pass the erection begging for attention and instead graze Clark’s sac, they shut tight.  Clark’s hands shot up to grip Lex’s upper arms as his breath became quicker.

“Clark,” he whispered, the sweetest, most anticipatory smile he’d ever felt, gracing his lips.  “I want you inside me.”  He reached up to grab Clark’s left hand and after a moment the boy let go of his arm, allowing Lex to guide his hand.  Lex pulled Clark’s fore and middle fingers to his mouth and sucked them in, meeting Clark’s eyes as they opened.  He wetted the fingers down, making sure they were nice and slick, then pulled them out.  Clark tried to push them back in, but Lex shook his head.  He started to guide the fingers down, putting just enough resistance on them to let Clark know that they had a destination.

He wouldn’t permit Clark to touch the wet fingers to his chest, abs, navel or erection, only relinquishing his hold after sitting back, spreading his legs and dropping the hand to his parted cheeks.

Clark grinned and gently pressed inside of Lex with both fingers.

Lex gritted his teeth from the lack of needed stimulation and spread further apart.  “More, Clark.  Now.”

Clark thrust his fingers inside up to the first knuckles and Lex grunted loudly, his body immediately accepting and becoming increasingly needy.

“More,” he groused.

Clark removed his fingers, leaving a destitute Lex to moan, and, keeping the established eye-contact, offered a third finger to Lex’s mouth.  Lex took it in, noticing the flutter of Clark eyelids as he sucked.

Finger prepared, Clark took it back and quickly slipped the three fingers into Lex about two inches deep.  Lex grasped his shoulders and sighed.

~That’s better~

He moved his calves and ankles around Clarks bare thighs and ran his fingers underneath the tight tee Clark still wore.  He wanted it off, but he’d either have to get Clark to take his fingers out- which he was not willing to do- or rip the tee- that, he was even less willing to do.  What he really wanted to do was find a way to get Clark into this shirt and the tight blue jeans he’d seen him in last.

~I might just die from over exposure to pure godliness.~

He felt Clark's fingers stretching him and his heart felt strangely hollow, mocking the feelings elsewhere.  He knew what he needed.

“All the way,” he whispered.

“Lie back, Lex.”

“Clear a spot?”

Clark reached behind Lex with his free hand and sent Lionel’s pictures, ink-blotter, intercom and phone over the edge.  He pressed Lex’s bare back onto the cold glass, letting his fingers trail over Lex’s chest and abdomen.  “You have an incredible body, Lex,” Clark whispered, sounding in awe.

Lex sighed.  "Look who's talking."

Clark shook his head and spoke softly.  "My muscles... they come from stuff I have to do everyday.  I couldn't maintain something like this..." he said ducking down and licking Lex's stomach.  "Not if I didn't have to."

Lex shut his eyes, unable to take any more genuine praise looking into Clark’s soul.  The boy showed too much of his heart and his emotions, holding nothing at all back.

~I wish I could be like that.  Open.  Honest.  Able to love him freely.  The only way he deserves.~

“I love your skin,” started Clark, fingers whispering over the side of Lex’s thighs.  “So soft.”  Lex trembled.  The emotion from Clark was going to push him far into overload status.  "And your mouth."

“Clark, no,” he breathed, but he knew it wouldn't matter.

“I love you so much, Lex.”

Hot, salty water- unfamiliar to Lex and yet as fitting as a second skin- began to fill his eyes.  “Shush.”

“I need you.  All the time.”

He could hear Clark's voice wavering, shaky but at the same time determined and strong through that determination.  He just wished that he could find someway to let Clark know that he felt the same, that Clark was his salvation, his only hope and what made him whole everyday.

~How do you say such things?~

"You're all I think about, Lex."

~Please, stop.~

“I- I can’t imagine my life without you now.”

A single drop rolled from his left eye, down the side of his face and to his ear.  He thrust up despairingly, praying that Clark didn’t see the tear.

Clark plunged his fingers into Lex, making the older boy cry out sharply, then bent over him as the fingers massaged and stretched.  His tongue licked the salty trail away, from bottom to top, and Clark dropped a kiss on Lex's full and greedy lips.

“Damn it,” Lex muttered and more tears fell.

~Why couldn’t he have just missed this one tiny thing?  Why?~

“Lex,” he started, sounding pained and anxious.  His fingers had stopped all movement.  “That’s not from-“

“No, Clark,” he said, knowing the boy thought he was causing Lex physical pain.  “No.  It’s all you.  Everything you-” he breathed in deep, wincing as it turned into a sob. “-you said.”

Clark’s mouth was on his, hot and sweet, slowly licking the roof of Lex’s mouth.  He then pulled away and let his fingers dive further, finally finding Lex’s prostate.

“Clark!” Lex called out in a breathless and trembling voice, forgetting embarrassment, forgetting the pang of self-contempt and soul-searing adulation, heart-stopping passion.  He forgot everything but the pleasure and the lover causing it, thrusting up at the fingers and crying out as they caressed his gland again.  “F-fuck!”

He felt something wet, warm, and soft on his cock, and lunged upwards on instinct, realizing too late that it was Clark's mouth.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry-" he muttered quickly, quieted as Clark's free hand covered his mouth, silently sending the message that everything was fine.

As Clark's hand began to caress down his throat and chest, he found that he desperately wanted to do something for Clark, something to him, but between Clark's hot, sucking mouth and the three thick fingers buried deep within him- caressing his sweet-spot and bringing him to a level of intimate ecstasy he'd never before been privileged…  He was lucky he was still even a little coherent.

He felt the fingers inside stroke him once again and he shivered, feeling goosebumps assemble all along his body.

"Clark…" he started, deciding enough was enough.  "Inside of me.  I need you there.  I need you to…"  He clamped his eyes as tight as they would shut.  "To make love to me."

He felt Clark's mouth leave his cock and the fingers inside of him still again.  He knew Clark was looking at him and it was hard for him not to look back, not to see the love he knew was there and craved validation of.

Lex had never referred to what they did as love-making.  It was as close to an admission of true love within their relationship as he could get right now, and Clark knew it.

However, if his lover didn't do something and do it soon, he was going to be demanding at the top of his lungs that the kid just fuck his goddamned brains out.

"Come on," he whispered.  "Please, Clark, just-"

The fingers left him and a moment later his hips were gripped.  Clark pulled him down to the edge of the desk for easier access.

He opened his eyes and seeing the look in Clark's, his stomach began to burn.  He started breathing harder, knowing that Clark would finally be inside of him again.  He had been waiting for way, way too fucking long for this, had been dreaming about it, eating it, breathing it, walking it.  He had purposefully restrained himself from self-pleasure just because he wanted it to be all Clark's doing.

Lex grasped the edge of the desk above his head and whimpered in need.  Clark gripped his legs, holding them out to the side and Lex quivered when he felt the head of Clark's cock rub against his entrance.

"Clark-" he panted.  "Come on, al- already."

Clark blushed, eyes hooded and shy, and used one hand to guide himself into Lex, who gasped at the sensation.  He pulled himself up just enough to grip Clark's waist and pulled the boy in as far and as hard as he could.

Clark filled him completely, and he fell back to the top of the desk, grabbing the edge again and clenching around the shaft inside of him, causing Clark to call out.

The hold on his thighs tightened and he encircled his legs around Clark, locking his ankles together.

There was a knock at his door.

~What the fuck?  Not now, go away.~

Clark look absolutely panicked.

"Don’t worry," Lex whispered, strained and panting.  Clark was a mere grind and a half from his prostate; he could feel it, wanted it.  "They won't come-"

The door started to open.

"Jesus!" he yelled, looking back at the door, furious.

"Shit!"

Linda entered the room with smile and a large glossy black bag labeled 'Burnman's Collections'.  She was looking down at the receipt.  "They brought your clothes up, but I think they got the order wrong."  She closed the door behind her then turned back.  "I could have gone down to pick this up for you, Mr. Luthor, it wouldn't-"

Finally looking up, her mouth dropped open in utter disbelief, and she stuttered.  "I- I- I-"

Clark pulled out and grabbed Lex's shirt throwing it over Lex's lower portions, then standing behind the swivel chair.

Lex was temporarily surprised that Clark thought of his lover's nudity before his own, then he reminded himself that it was Clark after all.  He seemed programmed to think of others before himself.

He got off the desk and looked coolly to Linda.  "Ms. Park?"

She shook her head and blushed furiously, looking down at the rich brown carpet.  "God, I'm so sorry, Mr. Luthor."

He just stood there, quietly staring.

She started again, realizing that she was still there.  She placed the bag from Burnman's on the couch and turned to leave.

"Linda?"

She started to turn around but then clearly thought better of it.  "Yes, sir?"

"Could you lock the door as you leave?"

She nodded.  "Absolutely, sir."
 
 
 
 
 
 

To be continued...