INDEPENDENT LOVE SONG

Chapter Six: Galileo

"Lex?"  Hands were suddenly turning him over.  "Oh, God!  Shit, shit!  Oh, God, baby, don’t move!"

Baby?

"I'm so sorry, so, so very fucking sorry!  Jesus!"

He opened his eyes suddenly worried.  Clark's tone was panicked, worried, like the world was about to blow.  Or already had.  "Shit, Clark, what is it?!"

Clark was now crying and Lex didn't need anything more.  Such perfect love making…  What could have gone wrong?

He sat up grimacing at the stretch in his ass and embraced Clark.  "What is-"

Clark's strong but gentle hands pushed him back.  "What did I break?"

Lex frowned, bewildered.  "Huh?"

"Where did I hurt you?"

"Break?"  Clark's face was crumpled up beautifully, and Lex was starting to understand why.

"Ididn't mean to hurt you, oh, God, we've made love before, had such rough sex.  I didn't know, I'm so sorry, Lex, I… uh…"

Lex could only guess that it was his laughter that had interrupted Clark's apology.

"Lex?"

He breathed deeply, forcing his laughter aside.  "You didn't hurt me, you didn't hurt me at all, Clark.  No more than was expected from the-" he let his fingers trace the softening line of Clark's cock.  "-stretch."

"Then... why-  The tears.  You were-"

He put his fingers to Clark's lips.  "Ask me again some other time, okay?"

Clark nodded, but Lex could see the boy was still harboring some uncertainty.  "Come here."  He grabbed the broad shoulders and pulled the muscular body down with him.  They were hot and drenched and musky and yet Lex could think of nothing more wonderful than being air-dried after sex in the arms of his lover.

Only now his lover, quickly getting over the panic-attack, was grabbing his hand, separating the fingers and-

"Clark," he warned just as his left index finger was enveloped by Clark's warm mouth.

Lex smiled softly, a haze settling in as he noticed the subtle slump of Clark's eyelids.  He was hitting on Lex, during the after sex-cuddles.  And it was okay.  It was so damned okay…

We have all day, he thought.  All weekend, really.

"Time doesn't exist."

How right, Clark.

"And I want you this time."

Lex wasn't sure what Clark meant, his mind still stuck on the concept of all weekend without anything planned but making love and-

His eyes shot open.  "SHIT!"

Clark was startled out of his cloud of erotic obscurity and he jumped, biting down on the finger in his mouth.

"Ow!" Lex jerked away, looking down at his wounded extremity.

"I'm sorry!"  Clark sat up, a guilty look on his face.  "I didn't mean…"

What the hell is with him?

Clark trailed off at the look Lex was giving him.  "I didn't bite your finger off... did I?"

"No."

Clark nodded.  "Can I kiss it and make it better?"

Lex smiled at him and shoved his finger to the younger boy.  There was something about his reactions…  Why did Clark always overreact about the tiniest things?  The tears made sense, but this?

The boy kissed the tip of Lex's finger chastely, the swallowed the thing whole.

Lex's stomach jumped at the heated look Clark was giving him.

"Incorrigible," he muttered.

"Mmmm-hmmm."

Lex laughed and shook his head.  "What time is it?"

Clark frowned.  "Uh," he started with Lex's finger still in his mouth.  "I'm not really sure."

Lex pulled his finger from Clark then moved to tug on those luscious lips with his own.  After a moment he pulled back and leaped off the bed before Clark could stop him.

"Lex!  Where are you going?"

"To check the time."  He ran out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

There was a brief silence.  "But there's a clock in here!"

"Oh, well. I, uh, forgot about that one," he lied.  He moved across the coffee-colored tiles and into the kitchen, catching the neon-green readout over the stove.

Shit!  1:26?

He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so much of the day away.

Well, to be fair, not all of it was sleep.

Walking over to the couch, he searched for the briefcase he'd tossed nonchalantly in an effort to get to the bedroom sooner.

"Lex?"

"What?"  He picked up the case and sat down on the couch, bracing it on the coffee table.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he said flipping open the case.  "Get dressed.  We're going out."

"Where?"

"Nowhere."  He pulled out the tickets and placed them on the coffee table, checking over the mini-itinerary that he had made for the trip.

"You're doing nothing and we're going nowhere?"

"Quick there, Sexy."

"No, really.  Where?"

"You know how I can't get you to tell me some things."

There was silence.  It was really not something he really wanted to bring up this weekend, but at least- one- the guilt would stop Clark from asking and- two- it would let the boy know that just because he and Lex were romantically involved didn't mean he could get away with hiding things for too much longer.  Especially since they were romantically involved.

"Well, this is like that," he continued.  "Only you get to find out what I'm hiding sooner."

More silence.  "Okaaaay."

Lex smiled.  "Worked like a charm," he whispered.

"What are we doing?"

Lex fell sideways onto the couch in exasperation.  "Just get dressed, Kent."

"Why?"  Lex heard Clark's voice much closer than it had been a moment before.  He quickly sat up and slammed the briefcase shut and spun around.  There was his naked farmboy, leaning comfortably against the doorframe.  He stared innocently at Lex.  "I'm not really into the whole clothes thing right now."

Lex swallowed.  "You need to wear clothes to where we’re going."

Clark crossed the space between the door and the couch then slowed, trailing his fingers on the back of the sofa.  "But what if I don't want to go into public?"

"Clark."

He sat down on the other side of the large sofa and began crawling over the three other cushions to get to Lex, perched precariously on the fourth. "What if I want to do naked things?"

"We just finished doing- naked things.  Very nice, ultra-satisfying naked things."

"With my naked boyfriend."

Lex was in the middle of opening his mouth for another protest when Clark's forefinger trailed up the inside of his thigh.

He panted and Clark moved closer.  He licked the outside of Lex's ear, then breathed heavily.  "What if I want to spend all day making love, kaijmait?"

Lex panted heavily.  "What does that mean?"

But Clark was out of it, focused heavily on Lex.  "I want you, Lex."

Lex didn't dare look down.  He could already see from his peripheral view that Clark did want him.  Very much.  And if he looked down...

"Clark, we just finished.  I know you're a teenager, but God!  You have to be satisfied at some point, right?  You're making me feel like a very inadequate lover."

Clark climbed on top of his lap, and he stifled a groan. The tickets said two-thirty and though it was polite to get there early and get to the reserved table in time to be served, he was about to damn politeness all to hell.  He was Lex Fucking Luthor and people bent over backwards to please him.  He could do this.  He could-

"Make love with me again?  Please?"

He felt his heart soften.  "God, Clark."

"This time I want you-"

"Shit!"  Lex's eyes had caught sight of the tickets.

"What?"

He caught Clark's face before the boy discovered his surprise.

"Go.  Get.  Dressed."

"But-"

"Now."

+_+_+_+_+

Clark's arm was draped over the back of his shoulders and the weight was full of promise.  Ages had passed since the helicopter ride into the city and it felt like, amazingly, Lex was making at least some personal progress.  He felt lighter and not so dramatically depressed since Clark had come in.  The sleep had been wonderful for his body of course.  He'd needed it desperately.  And there was nothing next to making love with Clark.  He felt his skin flush and his stomach heat in memory of Clark inside him that morning.  He'd never felt so connected to another soul, so part of something.

He was sure that in those few moments the meaning of life had been revealed to him.

But still, there was something else.  Being with Clark that morning had rid him of something poisonous, something tumor-like in the pit of his stomach, or the deepest part of his brain.  It could have been in the recesses of his heart, he wasn't sure.  It had been in him, though, maybe all of him.  And it was gone now, like he'd been plagued and finally found the one and only cure: Clark's love.  The sense wasn't that of emptiness, but instead of a sort of revival.  He knew his mother was aware of the change and he felt this glow about him when he thought of her.  He wondered if it was her saying hello.

He had to start talking to her again.

His sexy, sexy farmboy, now dressed in bitter chocolate slacks and a dark caramel turtleneck, nuzzled his neck.  "I can't believe I have you."

Lex's heart-rate sped up a little and he took in a deep breath.  "I know what you mean."

He understood more than Clark could ever grasp and, coming down to it, was most definitely the luckier of the duo.  Clark was so pure and beautiful, not just on the outside, but inwardly as well.  There was so much honesty in his personality, such a good boy foundation with his parents, and the heart of a true well-doer.  He made Abe Lincoln look like a swindling, perverted cheat.  Lex had been lucky that Clark had a sixth sight about people, a "golden gut" as his father would put it.  If it weren't for Clark's open-mind and well-wishing eyes, Lex would be treading deeply in his father's shoes.

Everything about Clark was astonishingly gold-leafed.  There were things he did without thinking about them; the instincts were what Lex caught on to.  An old woman across the hotel lobby had dropped her book and Lex hadn't even really heard it.  It was just one of those background noises that become part of Metropolis like the sirens, the car horns and the sound of thousands upon thousands of strangers walking towards their destination.  Clark was attuned to those noises that would be ignored by anyone else, and pick and chose from the ones that meant something to him.  The lady was forty feet behind them easy, and Clark turned around, saw her having trouble bending over and started to run towards her before a clerk caught what Clark had been looking at and ran forward to reach her first.  The clerk was closer.  Clark smiled and waved, then ran back to join Lex.  The first thing Lex thought was that the creep wanted the praise from the old lady.  The first thing Clark said was 'What a nice guy'.

They'd been in traffic when Clark saw a young man drop his briefcase, the contents flying everywhere.  There was nothing Lex could have done in that moment to keep Clark in the limo.  Had they been across the street, he probably wouldn't have jumped out, but the guy was maybe six feet away and flush with the backseat door.

Lex wasn’t really surprised at Clark's reactions though.  How many times had Clark done similar things in Smallville?  How many little old ladies and nice next door neighbors and perfect strangers passing through had Clark stopped to play Brady son to?  How many times had Miss Lang and Miss Sullivan taken advantage of such a friendly hand and heart.

Lana's part of the reason you're together, he remembered with a sudden start.  Flowers.  Losts and lots of...  No.  She got that with Nelle and probably chocolates from Whitney.

A horse then, he thought with a smile.  And someone to do up her stables a little.  Just add a touch of Lana here and Lana there.

He watched his lover wince as a young lady- who looked amazingly similar to Victoria, reminding Lex that he was going to have to chat with his lover about his Harwick History- was almost hit by a speeding Metro-Cab. 

It struck Lex that if anyone for any reason wanted to kidnap Clark, it would be easy enough.  Just look down on your luck, exasperated, sorrowful and drop a penny behind you, or a newspaper in front.  Wonder Boy Clark Kent would be on his way.

No one would ever want to kidnap him, except maybe to make him their sex slave.  Their porno king.  He did look too pretty to be so damned sweet.

Lex smiled to himself, but it was an uneasy smile.  For some reason he thought it might be perfectly plausible that someone might want to kidnap Clark.

"What's wrong?"  Clark whispered.  Lex had tried to convince Clark that O'Brain couldn't hear them, but it was going to take awhile.

"Nothing, babe.  I just don't want to be late."  That answer seemed to satisfy Clark.

Lex breathed in deeply.  He had to talk to Clark about his secrets.  Lex had to know just what they were so that he could devise some damned way to keep them under wraps.  He had to know exactly what was necessary to keep his lover and the other two Kents safe.  He didn't know where the feeling was coming from, but he'd learned to trust his gut instincts, and this one was giving him a chill in his bowels.  He was suddenly very sure that Clark was hiding something very big and very dangerous.

He took a couple deep breaths to calm himself.  Not now.  You can handle the serious stuff AS SOON as the weekend is over.  Now's the time for vacation.

2:20pm.

They were almost there.  He was glad that he and Clark hadn't made love again.  There would have been no making it on time.  He could have called in to delay the proceedings but he preferred not to use his abilities and name whenever possible.  At least when involving the schedules of other celebrities and those that did not work for him.  It was a lack of respect that would cause him bad PR and lost camaraderie amongst his peers.  His father had taught him that this was one of the last things he wanted.

Clark nuzzled him again, dropping a couple of kisses under Lex's chin.  "You're so beautiful, Lex."  Clark's right hand traveled down the white satin shirt- Clark's choice- and to rest on the warm thigh, clad in black slacks.

~You look like an angel, love.  A dark and wounded angel ~

He shivered.  Something in Clark's tone had triggered the memory and he wondered if it was the sincerity, the love, the devotion or all of it.  Everything that had been in his mother's voice had been in Clark's, only a different version.  Not more loving, just different loving.

Clark nuzzled him under the ear and began kissing up his neck.

"Clark, come on.  I really don't feel like walking into this place aroused."

"Whyever not, kaijmait?"

Lex smiled softly.  "That reminds me.  I asked before but I don't think you heard me.  What does that mean?"

Still nuzzling.  "What does what mean?"

"Kaijmait."

Clark pulled away slowly, frowning.  "Don't you know?"

Lex shook his head.

"But you know, like, twenty languages."

Lex smiled from the obvious pride in Clark's voice.  "I know three fluently, there are two more I can pass in, and I'm learning a few more.  But I don't remember that word.  'Kaijmait'," he said, pondering the word.  "Sounds a little like Russian."

"But you must know it.  Where else would I have picked it up?"

Lex narrowed his eyes in mock suspicion.  "Are you going around dating any other millionaire sons?"

Clark's hand slipped up Lex's thigh, fingers whispering against the inside, inches from Lex's hardening cock and making him groan. "Are you questioning my fidelity?"

"What if I was?"

Fingers stroked Lex's covered length firmly.  "Then I would have to prove my love.  Ask a task of me, Luthor."  Clark started to climb atop Lex's lap.  "Any task.  Do you want me to go down on you?"

Lex panted.  "God, Clark."

"I could.  Real quick.  Before we got to where we're headed."

Lex's brain was foggy and light and he had just enough sense to damn his penis for taking control of the blood flow.

"Come on, Lex."  Clark unzipped Lex's slacks.  "Please?"

"O-Okay," Lex breathed.  He couldn't believe he was agreeing to this, couldn't believe that Clark had actually begun begging for this.

Clark nuzzled his ear.  "Thank you, Le-"

The sound of a window motor interrupted him.

The driver's partition.

Clark hurriedly zipped Lex's pants up and pushed himself to the far right of the limo seat, looking innocently out the window.  Lex caught up quickly enough to cross his legs before Michael looked back at them.

"We're here, sir."

Lex swallowed and pretended to ponder the situation.  He was really trying to get a hang on his voice.  He cleared his throat, knowing that he couldn't just step out of the limo and into public like this.  A few years ago he would have done it on purpose, wanting to see the reactions of people, wanting to see his father's future embarrassment on the faces of the public.

A few years ago he was even more fucked up than he was now.

Had been.  Before making love this morning.  Now he didn't know where he stood, or how he was.

"Take us into the garage, Michael," he said, knowing that the man would not question his orders.  All the staff knew that rule above all.  Never question the Luthor or the conditions.

"Yes, sir."

The partition went up and he and Clark looked at each other.

"I'm sorry."

Lex shook his head.  "I shouldn't have gotten so carried away."

Clark grinned.  "Where are we?"

He shook his head.  "Wait."

"Oh, come on!  I kept from doing the whole 'Are we there yet' routine.  I'm a master at it."

"I'm sure."

"I deserve to know it just for not doing that."

"No."

"Lex!"

"Soon."

"Leeex!"

"Claaark!" he mocked.

"Pleeeeease, Lex."

He smiled.  Victoria had had the most annoying whine, but Clark's…  Wow.  It just made him want to kiss the kid.

"Where are we?"

"Clark?"

"Yes?"

"Be a good farmboy and shut it."

Once Lex had calmed down enough for them to leave, he motioned for Clark to follow him to the parking lot's elevator.  From there, the first level, they rode up thirteen stories and stepped out- Clark loved the double-sided elevators- into a hallway.

Lex looked to his left, then to his right, catching sight of a sing sitting in the middle of the wide hall.

He nudged Clark with his elbow, pointing to the sign.  It took him another nudge to get Clark to tear his eyes away from the elaborate designs of the Asian-influenced walls and the ornate carpeting.

"What?"

He nodded to the sign and watched as Clark's eyes followed and then lit up.

So much for thoughts of sex.  Lex almost felt disappointed.

"A MAAS luncheon?"

"Yes."  He knew there was no explanation needed as to just who the luncheon was being held for.  As a devoted student and lover of astronomy, Clark was destined to know about the 'Metropolis Astrophysical and Astrochemical Studies'.  MAAS was a publicly funded group, deriving most of their funds from the rich and the devoted, but none from government taxes.  Still, as it's main contributors were interested parties such as the Luthors, the Hardwicks in England, and the Turano-Verchelli's in Italy, it was a primarily politically funded group, so the aim of some of the projects were curved towards those willing to pay for the extra little membership favors.

"Wow."

Lex smiled, utterly captivated by the happily surprised expression on his lover's face.  He'd been planning even before they became lovers to get out to the city, taking Clark to various places.  The call from Aaron Millchild, the publicity director of MAAS, had just been perfect timing.

His eyes softened as he noticed that Clark wasn't looking away from the sign.  He touched Clark's hair and spoke gently.  "There's more."

Clark looked at him.  "More what?"

"After the luncheon."  He broke himself from the light zone on Clark.  "But come on.  We've got about thirty seconds before they introduce the main speaker and it's considered rude to walk in on Stephen Hawking."
 
 
 
 
 

To be continued...