INDEPENDENT LOVE SONG

Chapter Seven: You Belong to Me

There was something clearly very right about making Clark happy.  Lex had noticed it over and over but now, this time, it just shimmied it's profoundly rightness.  His heart pounded as he glanced over, watching the deep and intense interest on Clark's face.

He decided very clearly and bluntly that this and only this, was what he wanted for the rest of his life.

He breathed in deeply and sat back, watching the fifth and last speaker, Albert Franklin Dunbar III, the astrophysicist and author, ramble on about something that, frankly, Lex could give less than half a shit about.   He hadn't been able to concentrate on the luncheon for the past hour?  Two?  He wasn't sure.  The food was long gone as it had only been a light meal.

He's so gorgeous, he thought taking another peek at Clark.  There were many colleagues and tons of high name journalists and the last thing he wanted was for Clark to get a reputation as a Luthor boy-toy, but God as his witness, he couldn't help but look.

Lex had never wanted anything this badly, never wanted something so fiercely… and been so damned afraid he wouldn't get it.  This was delicate.  He couldn't buy.  He couldn't trade or seduce, lie or cheat.  This has to be honest and careful and loving.

It was love.

What if Clark wants kids?

He blinked rapidly, trying to keep the sting from his eyes.  Clark and this weekend…  He was turning into an emotional mess.

But he couldn't help it.  God.  What if Clark did want kids?  He would make an amazing father, the perfect father.  And there was nothing in the world that Lex would do to take that away from him, even if it meant giving up the selfish love he had for the boy.  He wanted Clark to have everything in world, but children, a real family…  It was just the one thing that Lex couldn't do.

"Well, that concludes this section of today's events."  Lex wasn't sure just when Aaron Millchild had stepped up to the podium, but he stirred in his seat, glad this was finally nearing the conclusion.

"If you missed this morning's tour of the newest 'Metropolis Astrophysical and Astrochemical Studies' Museum the second tour takes place after the dinner tonight which will be held in half an hour.  It will go one for two and a half hours from there.  Private, no speakers, no events.  Just a three course meal and drinks, completely covered be the MAAS corporation."

"You mean our donations!"  Sergi Azchsamavichm shouted heartily.  The room filled with light laughter including Clark's, and Lex shifted again.  He wanted out.  He had to…  had to talk to Clark about things.

"Now there are sections open to the public until then," continued Aaron.  "But it's best to view the whole thing at once.  Thank you for your participation and your donations.  I hope you'll continue to support us in the future."

The room began to fill with chatter and folks beginning to mingle.  Lex didn't want to be here and checked his watch.  The luncheon had ended just in time- reliable as ever.  Lex was expecting a call from O'Brian at any moment, an excuse to get out.  He saw Sergi and his wife Ann stand and headed their way.  The Russian was a good 'friend' of his and an enemy of Lionel's.

He just didn't want to chat with anyone right now.  He felt weird.  Maybe something in the soup had-

"Who's that?" Clark asked without actually looking.

Polite as ever, Lex thought.

"He looks like he's heading this way."

Please call O'Brian, he thought.  They're across the room.  You can make it.

"He probably is," he started.  He felt like crossing his fingers.  "That's Sergi Azchsamavichm, once a Russian diplomat, now a harmless husky.  Decent man with several kids,"  Lex winced.  Kids, kids, kids.  "You'd like him.  My father hates the man.  He's one of the few honest people still left in the business."

His phone rang.

THANK YOU!

"Luthor."

As O'Brian's voice filled the phone he watched Sergi and his wife slow.

"Should I pick you up, sir?"

"Yes, of course."

O'Brian hung up and Lex waited a moment, then continued.  "I'm busy at the moment."  Another pause and he looked up, catching Sergi's eye.  He waved and the large man waved back.  "I suppose if it's an emergency," he continued.  That had the Russian leaving to find someone else to speak with.

Unfortunately, Clark's eyes became downcast and the slightest pout crossed those lips.

"Clark," he began, putting up his phone.

"I understand," Clark said.

"No, you don-"

Clark nodded vehemently.  "I do, Lex.  It's okay.  An emergency's an emergency."

Lex looked into his lover's eyes and shook his head.  There was sorrow, but not a bit of what Clark had just said was a lie.  He was being completely honest.  He understood that Lex's work life was important.

That in of itself shot lightning to his heart and fire to his groin.

He resisted grabbing Clark's hand.  "Come with me."

They made it to the elevator.  He pushed the button and waited, impatiently bouncing up and down in his shoes.

"Is it really that bad?"

"Horrible, Clark."  He looked at the beautiful face, the hair, the lips, the eyes.  "Horrible.  I've never had such an emergency."

The elevator dinged and he waited until the doors were all the way opened then looked left and right.  The coast was clear.

"What happen-"

He shoved Clark roughly into the elevator, got in and hit the garage button.

"Lex, what's going on?"

The doors closed and he pushed himself up against Clark, grabbing the young man's groin.  The boy gasped and bucked into his hand.

"Lex!"

"You know how long I've been wanting to do this?"

Clark moaned when Lex let go, then gasped again as warm hands found their way down his dark brown slacks and inside the silk boxers he had borrowed from Lex.

There was nothing sexier than Clark wearing Lex's underwear.

"Oh, Lex!"

He would have been surprised at how fast Clark went from zero to sixty, soft to hard, if he hadn't remembered his own teenage years.  Had Clark been around, he never would have been given the chance to be flaccid.

He fondled Clark's hard and silken erection with one hand enjoying the sounds issuing from the boy's throat, while he stopped the elevator with the other.

"Oh, God," whispered Clark.

Lex unzipped the slacks and pulled both pants and boxers down to Clark's ankles, reaching the floor on his knees and looking up at Clark.  The boy looked back with a pained expression on his face.

"Lex, I-"

"Yes."

"I want you s-so bad."

"What do you want?"

Clark winced and threw his head back against the elevator wall, not that hard, just loudly.

"I doubt that's it.  Here," he said with a smile.  "Let me guess."

His mouth surrounded Clark's cock in time for the boy to come.  Surprised but dutiful to his lover, he swallowed every drop then stood up to meet Clark's gaze.

"Christ.  I t-told you."  The boy took a deep breath and carressed Lex's face.  "I wanted you."

"So, I see."  He'd never been wanted that badly.  "I feel kind gypped.  I didn't have to do anything."

Clark smiled at him sheepishly.  "Sorry.  Do I get a turn?"

"Later.  Come on."

They got down to the garage floor a couple minutes later.  Clark was still blushing when he suggested a small walk instead of heading anywhere.

Lex frowned.  He'd been hoping to make it home and have another 'bout of roughhousing before the dinner.  "You want to walk where to?"

"Well, not to anywhere in particular."  Clark looked around the garage, almost completely empty.  Only about twelve cars and all were parked next to the elevator.  "How about here?  It looks private."

"That's an understatement."  The ground level of the lot- and the one above it- was reserved for MAAS parking only, and many of them had Saturdays and Sundays off.  Several other corporations owned offices in the Metropolis CityLink building, but only MAAS owned more than four whole floors.

Space for more than two hundred and fifty cars and Clark wanted to walk around and talk?

Never a good sign, Luthor.

"What’s up?"  Lex waved to O'Brian and the elder man climbed back into the limo.

Clark kept walking for a moment and Lex looked ahead to the gray concrete walls.  It was early night, something like five-thirty, but he didn't feel like taking his hand out of his pocket to check his watch.  It was chilly in the garage and you could just barely hear the sounds of the city from afar.  It gave him the feeling that he was trapped in a large concrete coffin, the stony slab above his head blocking him in, but not completely blocking off the sounds of life above him.

He felt suffocated and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white satin shirt.  Why did he get the feeling that this was not going to be good?  And why did he feel like he was drowning?

Clark stopped all of a sudden and Lex turned to face him.  He looked tired and weary and worried.

"Shit, Clark.  What is it?"

Clark took a deep breath in.  It came out harsh and ragged.  "My mother knows, Lex."

He took a quick breath in himself to steady about-to-fray nerves.  "But I thought this wasn't a bad thing," he started.

"Other than the fact that I lied about it, she's okay."

Lex felt relieved.  Still a little sick, but relieved.  He hadn't even realized that that much tension had settled in so soon.  "Okay, then what's with the tired old man look here, Clark?"

He looked Lex in the eyes, then caressed his cheek.  The soft touch was scaring him.  "Clar-"

"She's going to tell my father."

Lex's chest began to hurt.

"Your- your- your-"

"My father."

"Your- your mother-"

"Yes."

"Is gah-going-"

Clark frowned, then turned blurry.  Why did Lex's chest hurt so much?

"To tell your-"

"My father, yes!  Lex, what's wrong?"

He couldn't get a deep breath in.  He couldn't get any breath in, oh God.  No, no, no.  He hadn't had asthma in over, what?  Fourteen years?

Jesus, shit!

This was like asthma on steriods.

"Lex!"  Clark shouted and Lex could hear the limo screeching.

"Lex, baby," Clark whispered and he suddenly realized he was horizontal.

He clutched at Clark's shirt and mouthed the words: I can’t breathe.

"NO!" Clark screamed and Lex heard the limo door slam shut, the echo swimming through the fog in his brain.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

To be continued...