The Product of Drunken Assurance
By Nymph Du Pave
 

“Clark?”

Beautiful black hair flew as Clark’s head swiveled quickly, following the trajectory of Lex’s voice.  The normally bright and chipper green eyes of his best friend- eyes he could possibly get lost in for decades- were glazed and heavy lidded, and Lex knew he was in for an adventure.

Shit, Clark.  What have you done?

The farmboy’s lips curved up into a lopsided grin and utterly amazed Lex.  Even drunk, Clark was simply voluptuous.
His bleary eyes cleared somewhat.  “Lex!” he whispered loudly and tried unsuccessfully to put the cap back on the brandy glass.  “I was hoping that you’d drop by.”

It took Lex a minute to process his friend’s message through the inflicted speech.  “You were hoping I’d-“ he paused, not sure he'd heard right.  “Drop… by?”

“Yes.”  Single word.  Heavily slurred.  Much too long.  Lex wondered just how drunk Clark was.  He was a big boy, but Lex would have bet his father's mansion that this was a first for Clark.  He doubted he'd ever even had alcohol, with the exception of the three sips of rum and Coke that Lex had personally given him and the annual champagne on New Year the young boy admitted to resolutely hating.

Lex stood up straighter as he watched Clark's own unstable swaying.  He remembered what it was to be drunk and his body called out to Clark's to hide the evidence.  How Lex was going to get Saint Kent back home…

He sighed.  “You were hoping-“

“Yup.”

“-that I’d drop by-"

"Yup."

"-my study-“

“Yup.”

“-at 4:30 in the morning?”

“Yup.”

Lex took a deep breath in, hoping that Clark was still capable of more than just 'yup'.  “Well, I think that the very large, very loud hole in the hallway window downstairs saw to me being here.  You wouldn't happen to know how it got there…"  He arched an eyebrow slyly.  "Would you, Kent?"

The glazed eyes became shiny in the moonlight and Lex cursed himself for his bluntness.  It was four in the morning, he was tired, but this was Clark.  A drunken Clark.  The special attention that the young man deserved was tripled by his inebriated state.

Why is he drunk in the first place? he wondered.

"I'm so sorry, Lex."

"Forget it."

Clark shook his head with the vigor of an enthusiastic drunk.  "I shouldn't have done that."

"It's okay."

"I just wanted in and I didn't want to break down your front door-"

"It's reinforced with steel.  Ox's couldn't break down that door."

"I could," stated Clark simply.  "I just didn't want to."

From anyone else, Lex would have dismissed this as typical drunken rambling.  But because it was coming from Clark, a boy wonder with a tremendous mystery surrounding him…  He was not someone who's personality allowed lying without some conscience throwback; at the same time he was someone obviously living with a secret he wanted to tell, needed to tell but for some reason- fear, his parents, not enough trust- he held back…  Lex's stomach flipped.

He's drunk.  His tongue is as loose as you're gonna get it.

Still, was this how Lex wanted to learn of Clark's secret?  He was good enough.  He could pull it out of a drunken Clark, no doubt, but the boy trusted him, had faith in him.  He wouldn't allow Clark to divulge anything he wouldn't when not intoxicated.  The information coming out of a willing Clark would mean so much more.

Though he felt proud of himself, he cursed this newfound honesty.

What would Dad think?

"Clark, I-"

"What were we talking about?"

"The window?"

"Damn me!" he said.  "I didn't have any respect for your property, I'm so sorry, I-"

"It's okay."

"I'll pay you back."

"No."

"Yes."

"I won't allow it."

"Yes, you will."

Lex shivered at the intensity of Clark's words.  He was far too noble for his own damned good.  "Do you have 1600 dollars?  Per square?"

Clark frowned.  "How many squares?"

"Twenty-two."

"35,200."

"Conservatively averaged."

"That's an expensive window."

"Indeed."

"It was stained glass, wasn't it?"

Lex wanted to get off the subject before Clark got too involved.  "You don't remember?"

"No.  I just saw the window and wondered if I stared long enough if I could, you know, phase through it."

Lex decided he wasn't even going to ask.

Clark stumbled a few steps towards him then frowned.  “What’s with the gun, Lex?”

Lex looked down at the Compact .45 Caliber Glock in his hands, the chrome body glinting in the moonlight.  Glock model #36.  Nice looking, fit his hand well and delivered quite the punch without the resolute deadliness of your typical 356 Magnum.  "It's for protection."

"From me?"

"Well, from the intruder, yes."

Clark looked worried.  "Intruder?  There's another one?  I thought it was just me."

Lex shook his head and didn't even try to hide the smirk.  "It was just you.  But when I hear something crashing through a big window in the wee hours of the morning, I'm not going to expect my best friend drunk off his ass wanting to come and sniff my brandy tumblers."  He thought to himself a second.  "Well, at least I wouldn't have before this morning."

Clark blushed as he sometimes did when Lex referred to him as his best friend.  Lex didn't say it as often as he wanted because he happened to like the blush, hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with, well, a more hidden interest.

"I'm not drunk off my ass," he pouted.

Lex crossed his arms and shook his head.  "Rebellious youngin'."

Clark took a few steps closer.  "Is it really that obvious," he whispered loudly.  Only about five feet away, Lex could smell the booze coming off his friend and knew that the whiskey and tequila mix was not going the settle well.  Worse than just the mix, it was cheap alcohol.

"Shit, Clark."  Now this was exasperating.  "If you want to get drunk, whatever you did was ultra-stupid."

"You have a gun."

"I mean, sure alcohol's alcohol, but when it comes down to the nitty gritty, Clark, there's a big difference in not only the types but the brands."

"And you're alone."

"I could smell you a mile away, Kent!"

Clark frowned and sniffed under his arms.

Lex tried not to laugh.  He instead stuck with the firm tone of admonishment.  "You should have come to me," Lex finished.  "You want to talk girls, you go to Pete-"

"I thought you were my confid-"

"You want to talk meteor freaks, you go to Chloe.  You want to talk about alcohol and getting drunk and rebelling and partying-"  He paused.  "You come to me.  Capiche?"

Clark shook his head.  "No, thanks.  I hate nuts.  Almost as much as I hate peas.  And I didn't come to you because it was a teenage party with football leaders and cheerplayers and everyone there was getting drunk and throwing up- I'm really sober in comparison- and yes, Chloe was there, and so was Pete, though neither of them really had much at all I think, but I wouldn't want to get you because you're so refind and just wouldn't fit in- that kind of thing is below you and stupid and childish and I also didn't want you to get in trouble with my parents- my dad can always tell when I'm lying to protect you and, well, lying about you in general."

Lying to pro-

"Besides, I don't think you would have liked the music."

If that wasn't too long winded and non-sensical, Lex didn't know what on earth would be, but he did know that it all sounded like it had been rushed, pushed out of the way for something more important.  There was something past all of that, well, backstory that hato be said.  He could see it in Clark's eyes.  So he waited.

"You're alone."

"What?"

"Alone.  Here you are."

"Yes, Yoda.  Other than you?  Yes."

"In the house?  All together?"

Lex wasn't sure where this was going.  "Well, no, I'm not alone.  I mean I have staff."  Was he talking about a girl?  "I don't have the grace of company tonight, if that's what you-"

"No."

Little loud.  Little harsh.  "Okay."

"Staff."

He sighed, wishing that Clark Kent came with a decoder ring.  As if they boy wasn't crypic enough without being drunk.  "Yes, Clark.  Staff.  The people who do things I want them to do for the money I pay them to do their things.  Some of them live even here because they can get to their jobs a lot faster."

Clark was silent, trying to follow Lex's condescending definition.  It made Lex feel guilty for taking that tone, especially when Clark, after a moment, nodded to himself.  "Right.  But no guards."

"No.  No guards."

Clark's brow furrowed and his voice grew surprisingly stern.  "After everything that has happened, after everyone that has tried to kill you, or maim you, or take advantage of you, you're telling me that you still don't have any guards around here?"

"I don't-"  He was cut off by a rapidly advancing Clark.  Three fast and hard steps rapid.  The boy yanked the gun from Lex and checked to make sure the safety was on.  "Tell me something."

His heart and gut trusted the situation but his mind screamed Drunk Clark with Gun!  Drunk Clark with Gun!  Danger, Lex Luthor!  Danger!

"Give that ba-"  The intense look in Clark's eyes shut him up.  The eyes no longer looked green, but black.  The light from the stained glass window illuminated Clark from behind, giving his body a patched red-purple-white glow.

"What?" Lex whispered, his voice momentarily absent.

"'What' is right."  He held up the gun.  "What is this going to do against an invisible assailant?  Or ones that go through walls?"  Clark was actually angry with him now, and was walking towards a backwards retreating Lex.  "Or ones that are fast enough to knock it from your hands?  Or ones that can take a bullet with no adverse effects?"

Lex, though a little disturbed by the anger coming from his best friend, was not going to be dominated by a drunken farmboy in the very early morning.  He stopped a few feet from the wall, holding his ground.  Clark seemed to sense his resolve and stopped, too.  "Any one of those wouldn't have necessarily crashed through the window.  I figured it to be a human assailant."

"You were wrong," Clark hissed.

God, you're drunk.

"And if I wasn't you're friend, you'd be dead now."

Lex nodded.  "Many times over, Clark.  Many times over."

Clark caught the sentimental tone in Lex's voice and deflated.  As his temper subsided so did his ability to stand solid, and he slapped the gun back into Lex's palm, heading for the couch.  "I can't be here all the time.  If I could, I'd promise to watch over you every day and night, but I can't do that."

Clark was treating him like a child who couldn't seem to learn simple arithmetic, but that whole 'I'd watch over you, protect you' thing was…  Nice?  He wasn't sure how it made him feel, but he knew that having Clark here day and night was one of his fantasies.  It had nothing to do with protection, but-

"I'd keep you out of trouble and in perfect condition."

It was Lex's turn to blush.  "I'm not asking that.  I'm not really asking anything."

Clark plopped drunkenly down onto the couch and smoothed his shirt.  He apparently wasn't listening to Lex.  "I'd keep you safe from everything.  The Jeffs, the Earls, the reporters…"  Clark met his eyes.  "The fathers."

Lex knew he meant both Lionel and Jonathon, each who caused Lex their own brand of pain.

"Everything.  But I can't, Lex.  And you have no idea how much that hurts me."

Lex's stomach was heavy with emotion.  His body was tingling and his mouth dried.  "I know," he croaked.  "I'd do the same for you."  And it more than hurt him that Clark wasn't in his arms most days.  Lex's own form of protection.

Clark shook his head.  "I've got special things going on here, Lexipooh.  I can handle things that even you can't."

Lexipooh?

"You…  You're…  You're so rich and renowned.  Hardened and- fragile."

"I'm offended," he interrupted softly.  "If anything my resilience has confirmed my strength, not insinuated fragility."

"And so very wonderful," Clark continued once again as if Lex hadn't said a word.  "Very, very wonderful."

"Wonder-"

"Do you know how handsome you are in the moonlight, Lex?"

Lex's heart began to pound, calling out for his attention, but he ignored it.  He ignored everything but the boy sitting on his couch.  This was something he needed to hear from any Clark, and be it an inebriated Clark, well, he could live it that.  He'd been waiting too long.  A little over two years.

"Handsome?" he managed.

"Yes."

Lex swallowed wondering if he had the courage to take this.  "Tell me."

Clark sat there, silent for a moment.  "The way your skin is so soft and glowing in your gray Met U tee and red boxers."  Clark shook his head wistfully.  "I could have sworn you were a satin kind of guy."

"They're silk boxers," he defended.

"I know," Clark murmured.  "You’re so beautiful in that moonlight."

Lex was suddenly just a tad bit uncomfortable.  No matter how pleased he was that Clark was expressing feelings that seemed to border on the edge of friendship and love, Clark was still drunk.  Very drunk, if smell was any indication.  Was he aware of what he was saying?  It wasn't that Clark had expressed any romantic interest in anyone.  After he gave up on Lana more than a year and a half ago, Lex had been able to pretend that there was some kind of sexual tension and interest between them.

Maybe it wasn't so much pretending as noticing.

"Lex?"

He started, looking up at Clark.  "Yeah, thank goodness for that moonlight."

"That's not what I meant."  Clark stood up, swiftly for a drunken seventeen year old on his first trip straying from the wagon, and started slowly towards Lex.  His eyes caressed Lex's form the whole way.  "You're beautiful anywhere."

Clark reached him and looked him up and down, leaving Lex feeling small, frail.  He realized that he was barefoot and, in all the time he'd known Clark, he'd never once had his feet, his toes, showing.

He suddenly felt naked and vulnerable, like Clark was the adult and in charge of the situation and Lex was the little boy asking for more ice cream.

"I watch you sometimes," Clark breathed hotly, his face not even five full inches from Lex' and yet, the smell of the whiskey and tequila was the furthest thing from Lex's mind.  "I can never tell if you notice, but I like to look at your face.  Your hands and body."

Clark moved to the right, turning Lex with his will alone.  The boy's eyes hit the moonlight and glowed taking Lex's breath away.  They were so open and honest, revealing everything to Lex in a hidden language he had yet to learn.

Clark once again took the gun and tossed it carelessly on to the couch.  "Can't you see how much you mean to me, Lex?  Can't you see what you- what you hold?"

Lex shook his head.  Clark was so pretty and the pure radiance of his beauty was hard to look at, so hard in fact that it was forcing tears to well in Lex's eyes.  Yeas, it was the brightness of the gorgeous face in front of him that was causing the tears.  Not the words he's been aching to hear for so very fucking long.  Not the closeness he'd desired, with sexual tension running rampant.  No, it was just the brightness.

"What I hold?" he whispered.

A warm hand caressed his cold scalp and his eyes shut, pushing the tears down his cheeks.  He felt Clark's warm lips press to both his cheeks kissing away the tears.  "You're everything to me, Lex.  Why do you think I'm here all the time?  Why do you think I'm constantly by your side?  Riding horses and your cars and going with you to Metropolis.  I hate the city, Lex.  Why do you think I'm always wanting to be with you?"

"Really good advice?"

"Lex," and the tone of Clark's voice, soft and cajoling, broke any want or need to joke and therefore blunder the intimacy.

"God, Clark," he gasped, eyes shut tighter still.  "I'd hoped, hoped so, so hard that maybe we- we could- that possibly you felt this same way."

"What way is that?"

Love…  True love.  Utter devotion.

Lex shook his head.  This wasn't right.  As romantic as the setting was, as right as this felt, Clark was still drunk and Lex wasn't going to profess his love to someone who might not remember it in the morning.  He pushed himself away and wiped at his tears.  "Not right now, Clark.  This isn't right."

Clark suddenly backed away, looking ashamed, flustered, and ready to flee.  "I'm so sorry, Lex.  I thought you-"

"Shhhh," he interrupted from a distance because if he got too close to Clark again, he'd explode.  "It's okay, Clark.  I just don't want to say or do anything when there's the possibility that a. the alcohol has gotten to your head and b. you won't remember a damn thing in the morning."

Clark looked relieved and a little sheepish.  "Guess me needing to get drunk to tell you this stuff is a little ironic, huh?"

"Maybe not ironic, but certainly inconvenient.  Now, how should we go about getting you back home?"

He shook his head. "I don't think that's such a great idea.  I'm kinda loaded here-"

"I see that."

"-and I was staying at Pete's."

"Oh.  And Pete and you got trashed?"

"Yeah.  We went to the party and I think he thinks I went home with a college junior."

College what?  "I thought this was a high school party."

"She was a sister of one of the football players.  She was hitting on me, and I got to thinking of you, so I came here instead of going home with her."

"Thank goodness."

"Yeah."

Lex thought for a second.  "You said that she was hitting on you and you thought of-"

"She was a redhead."

"Oh."

"A real redhead."

"Oh, and-  Wait, what?  How'd you find that out?"

Clark shook his head.  "She was drunk and flirting.  Don't ask."

"Allrighty."

Clark took a few bashful steps closer to Lex.  "Anyway, I thought of you because of that and…  Well…"

"'And well' what?"

He stopped.  "She looked at me the way you sometimes do."

Bitch, Lex thought.  He'd had to take two years of girls and seductresses, vamps and vixens, flirting with Clark.  Had to sit there and encourage his best friend to return their little come ons, had to teach Clark the fine art of coquetry.  He'd never been amused, had hated every minute of it, but he was a damn fine actor.  That one time that Clark's flirting won him a kiss and he'd turned around all bright-faced and chipper to see if Lex had seen it...  Lex had grinned, held up his Cherry Coke in cheers and mouthed a quick 'Go for it, Clark!' all the while wanting to rip the little bitch's face in two.

He was a damned petty and jealous man and should have won a fucking Oscar for that night.

"I thought, 'she's pretty and nice and stuff' but-"  Clark looked up at him from under long lashes.  Lex's stomach flipped.  "She's not Lex."

"Really?"  Was that him?  Was that his voice?  What was it still doing making noises other than creaks and squeaks?

"She's not witty."  Clark took a step forward.  "Or elegant."  Another step.

Lex took his own step backward.  Three more and his back would be meeting wall.  "Clark."

Another step forward . "Or charming."

Another step back.  "Clark, I'm warning you."

Clark gave him a drunken version of the infamous thousand-watt grin.  "I couldn't help but think about the way you would feel, Lex."

Two.  "Clark."

"How you would taste."

One.  "K-Kent."

"And I don't mean your mouth."

Wall.  "Oh, God."

Clark was standing there and for the first time, Lex clearly saw the arousal in the farmboy's eyes.  He was too horny to be embarrassed.

"Lex?"

The desire there, the need; it was the only thing Lex Luthor had craved in the last two years.  Two years of being a good boy, a legal boy, a daddy's boy and oh, God, didn't that penance deserve it's reward?  Hadn't he reached and gone beyond purgatory?  Hadn't he served his goddamned time?

Clark's mouth was on his.  No tongue, just lips and it was so sweet and hungry and salty.  He could taste and smell the alcohol, but it wasn't bad, not on Clark, not here.  He felt hands on his waist and understood.  Surely Clark Kent was his absolution embodied.  A gift from the heavens above for changing, for sticking with this new truth through thick and thin; doing it all for the soul of his mother and the angel he called friend.  This was his new person now, who he was, and it was hard but, oh, heavenly bodies above him, if Clark was the prize he run another 23 years hard.  He'd live for an eternity without another drink if Clark asked it.

"Lex," Clark breathed and now his soft, plump abundant lips were pulling carnivorously at Lex's.  Big hands were traveling up and down, playing his ribs and he felt a stir in his boxers.

Oh, dear.

"Let me in, Lex."

"Anywhere," he breathed aloud, not meaning to, but this was such a perfect mirror to his dreams, only everything was bigger, like a grand magnifying glass had been held up to his heart.  The tastes were tangier, the lights were brighter and the darkness darker.  The feelings were rolling up and down his body, leaving goosebumps and shudders in their wave.

Clark licked Lex's lips and pressed against him.  Lex whimpered when he felt Clark's erection against his lower abs, demanding and pleading all at once.

"I want you, Lex."

"Yes."  Everything was so perfect.  So heady and vague, but at the same time clarified.

Delirium, he thought.

Clark's lips traveled over to Lex's jawbone- "I've wanted you for so long, Lex."

"Yes."

-then down his throat.  "I want you to be everywhere."

He understood.  "I am," he whispered, threading his fingers through Clark's hair.  "You are."

"We both are."

"Yes."

"Then please…  be inside me."

Clark pushed him up against the wall hard, grinding erection against erection.

"Jesus!" Lex cried out.

"Oh, God, Lex,"  Clark rushed.  "I want us to do everything, now, please!  I'm- I'm aching."

Something about Clark's voice had changed.

"I need you and I hurt and please, help me, Lex."  It was no longer that of a seducer, but of a first time seductee.  Clark was dry humping him slowly and it took a minute for Lex to realize that he was thrusting back.  "Please," Clark whispered.

This was no longer Clark who knew what he wanted.  This was Clark who was drunk and unsure, but at least he knew his best friend was sober and could make everything okay.  Lex sighed and stopping responding to Clark's sexual shoving.  He would not bare his own responsibility and Clark's.  Not in the matter where hearts and souls and futures were concerned.  When they had their first time together, assuming they eventually would, it would not be while Clark was drunk and there was a gun lying on the couch and the door was open and Lex was in his comfy PJs.  Not that it wouldn't be hard and fierce and passionate and sloppy and needy and over to quick.  It just wouldn't be while either of them was intoxicated with anything but each other.

Clark had not stopped grinding.  Or begging for that matter.  "Please, please, please. God, Lex-"

Lex breathed in.  He could do this.  He could help Clark.  He slipped his hand into the boy's loose jeans.

"Yes, oh, yes.  Touch me."

Lex's breath hitched but he would not stray.  He was determined.  He pushed aside the elastic band of the boxer briefs- such a sexy surprise and fitting of Clark- and let his fingers move straight to Clark's cock, bypassing the springy curls his digits so begged to play with.

Clark groaned when Lex wrapped his hand around him and pushed into it, letting his head fall to Lex's shoulder.  "Thank you.  Thank you.  Your hand, Lex, God!"

Lex swallowed and shut his eyes in lust.  He had Clark's heat, Clark's hardness in his hand.  He had desired to please Clark for so long now.  How hard would it be to just unbutton, unzip and drop to his knees?  He could taste the boy, finally give Clark the pleasure, the release he'd always dreamed.  The boy was close, pre-come made the shaft slick and hot in his hands.  His other hand moved towards the zipper, before he pulled it away.

No! he thought, trying to pay attention to the goal over the thick haze of lust Clark's actions and whimpers were creating.  Not now.  Later.

He squeezed and Clark pumped.

"Yes!"

Clark pumped… and he kept squeezing.  Harder.

"Yes!"

It wasn't working.  Usually, it he needed to rid himself of a woody, this was his flailing ax, but with Clark.

He squeezed even harder, the pain shooting to him vicariously- he couldn't imagine being squeezed this hard and not passing out- and finally Clark shouted in indignation.

"No!  Hey!  What…?"

He pulled back as Lex wrenched his hand away, looking up with such an intense hurt, puppy-dog expression that Lex's chest hurt.  "Clark-"

"Why?"

He sighed.  "Because I had to.  If I didn't then we would have done something that we both would have regretted."

Clark's eyes seemed to wilt and he looked as if Lex had slapped him.

Goddamn you fate, why did he have to be drunk?

"I don't think I understand here.  Regretted?  You would have... regretted it?"

Lex breathed in and saw that, as hurt as Clark was, he still trusted Lex.  It was bizarre and wonderful and filled Lex with a sense of tomorrow.  A sense of 'get passed this, get him sober and then everything will be okay'.  Just wait till morning.  "I could never regret the act, Clark.  Just the situation.  You're drunk and emotional and I-"

"But it's-"

"-want to make love to you when you're sober."

Silence.   "Oh."

"Not a handjob in a study I don't even fucking like when there's a damn good chance you might not remember it.  And believe me, being drunk takes some of the fun out of it."

Clark nodded sheepishly and shoved his hands into his pockets.

Lex softened and wondered if he could touch Clark without wanting to go down on him.  He decided not to chance it.  "How about I drive you to Pete's?"

Clark shook his head vigorously.  "No.  I want to stay here with you."

Lex thought for a moment, then nodded.  "Okay.  There's a bedroom right next to mine that you-"

"No.  Not next to yours.  Yours.  I said 'stay here with you'.  I want to sleep with you."

"Clark, I-"

"Please?  I've wanted for so long to-" he looked down shyly and scuffed his foot.

Tell me I'm seeing things here.  He didn't actually do that.

Clark cleared his throat.  "I want to sleep with you in my arms."  Lex's heart skipped and he was sure his lungs were constricting.  "Or the other way around.  I've had these dreams where you're playing with my hair while I'm asleep."

The familiar description of Clark's dream caused his breath to become impossibly more shallow.  What a time for the asthma to come back.

"And we were naked, lying there my bed, and you were telling me how much you-"

"Okay, Clark.  With me it is.  In my bed.  You can sleep in you boxers and a tee.  I've got a few.  They'll be a little tight on you, but I'm sure you can handle it."

Clark shrugged.  "I'd like to handle you."

"Kent!"

+_+_+_+_+

The first thing that Clark became aware of was the drill in his head.  It wasn't really in any particular spot but instead sort of encompassed the whole damn thing.  His entire head felt thick and throbbed like it was going to explode.  Every centimeter screamed with pain.

He tried to sit up, but it wasn't happening so he settled for opening his eyes.  The bright world sent slivers of metal glinting sunlight into his eyes.  "Ow!"  His head and his eyes.  "Fuck!"

"Now there's a word I wouldn't have suspected even your plastered alter ego to utter."

Lex?  Was he really hearing Lex?  And what was Lex doing here?

"Earth to Clark?"

Where was here for that matter?  It wasn't Pete's.  He hadn't gone home with Pete, that much he remembered, and if he remembered the way Pete and Chloe were looking at each other, he doubted very much that Pete went home with Pete.  Chloe's dad was off in Metropolis leaving the house very much open and empty.  Very alluring indeed.

"Calling Major Clark."

So had he gone home with that red-headed chick?  The one he thought was Victoria at first but that had never made sense because Victoria was a brunette with red highlights and this girl- what was her name?  Taffy?  Daffy?  Daphne!- was a red-head with blonde highlights.  They had the same kind of body, though, that sort of goddess-vixen-tramp body.  The one that said 'I know every trick in the book, have multiple orgasms per your one and love to get down on my knees'.  He'd seen Vicky naked, he knew what Lex was enjoying, knew that if Lex enjoyed a body like that, he could never enjoy a man's worth.

"Jesus, you look like shit there, Kent."

So he'd sulked within Daphne's presence, watched her hair, her body, her face and felt so miserable… until she saw him watching her.  She walked over with a very hungry expression and he could see that it was a lit like Lex's only with Lex there was something touching, something with promise that seemed to maintain warmth all throughout.  With Daphne it was all dirt and sex and sweat and screaming.  Clark didn't want that with her, he wanted it with Lex when there would be all that and more.  He wanted Lex to love him.  But it wasn't happening.

"I'll have Sam bring up a red-eye for you and some water.  Wouldn't want to see you try and hold down anything too solid right now."

So he'd flirted with Daphne, thinking that if Lex could have Vicky, then he could have this one.  He'd pictured her in all sorts of positions under him, wriggling, wanting, craving him.  He was a guy, so it sort of worked, bringing him to half-mast.  She noticed and pushed her hand down his chest, where it had been resting, and into his lap.  He didn't want her, not at all, but anyone touching his dick was going to feel good.  So he closed his eyes and pretended it was Lex's hand.

"I'm going to send down for your clothes."

Touching was... had always been good.  When he and Chloe were thirteen she'd let him feel her up and he'd gotten turned on.  She asked to touch him "there" and he, of course, was fine with it.

"I had them washed and dried earlier this morning."

Contrary to popular belief, Lana wasn't perfect, but she held her non-perfectness in a kind of washed and dried up cheerleader 'I was once popular' way.  She'd gotten drunk one party and begged Clark to take her.  They were both sixteen and by then he'd lost all interest in her, but no one, including her- and especially Lex- knew this.  Clark had picked her up after she'd passed out, ran to Nell's with her in his arms and tucked her into bed.  She missed Whitney, that much was obvious, him being in the Marines and all, and when she woke up calling his name, Clark couldn't have felt worse for her.  She was like anyone else and unable to admit it.  Scared.  Hurting.  Lonely.  He knew the feeling.

"I don't know what you're going to tell Pete."

It was when she grabbed him, well, there that he began to get uncomfortable.  She begged him not to leave her alone, telling him she'd do anything he wanted, just please don't leave her alone.  His heart breaking for her, he kissed her on the forehead and told her everything was going to be alright.  Hoping he was right he took off for his loft to think about Lex being drunk and in the same situation.  Then the red-headed Daphne slut-girl who'd slid up her skirt to reveal crotchless panties, grabbed his hand and moaned when his fingers came in contact with her very wet, very and decidedly NOT MALE anatomy.

No one else had ever touched him there, and never had anyone done anything beneath his clothes.

Except Lex, he thought and nodded.

"Or even your parents for that matter.  Don't think for a minute that you'll be able to slip this past them.  Though maybe Martha will try and help you hide it or-"

"Holy SHIT!"  Clark shot up in the bed and immediately grabbed his head, regretting his fast movement.

He heard Lex running over to the bed.  "Clark?!  Are you o-"

"You touched me!"  He forced his heavy, dry eyes open, squinting and unsure as to why Lex had invited the sun down for breakfast, but still, there was Lex's handsome face making it worth all the light.  He was the cool spot in a world of heat.

Lex was silent for a moment.  "You're going to have to elaborate here, Clark."

But he couldn't.  His head, it was so diluted and cramped and aching…  He needed to run around really fast.  He wasn't sure why it helped, but it had that last few times he'd woken up with a fatal hangover.  Maybe it was clearing, burning the alcohol residue out of his head.  Who knew, but it worked.

He wouldn't normally have taken the chance, but he remembered that part of him getting so drunk was that he could come and tell Lex everything.  He must have and Lex was looking at him like, well, like he was a hungover Clark, so he was safe.  Lex wasn’t going to hate him or try and kill and/or experiment on him.  Everything was okay.

He stood.

"Whoa!  Not so fast, farmboy!  Get your ass back in that-"

"I'll be right back, Lex."

"You're not going anyw-"

That was all he heard before he took off.  He raced all around the house, through the many garages, the kitchens, game room, gym, pool room, out the door as a servant opened it and down through the stables and over the fields.  He paused, stopping abruptly in the middle of the green grass, thinking that this would be the perfect spot for a him/Lex picnic/make love day, and, hey, his headache was for the most part gone.

~"I could never regret the act, Clark.  Just the situation.  You're drunk and emotional and I-"
"But it's-"
"-want to make love to you when you're sober."
"Oh."
"Not a handjob in a study I don't even fucking like when there's a good chance you might not remember it.  And believe me, being drunk takes some of the fun out of it."~

Clark blinked.  Where had that memory come from?  He remember the looks on Lex's face as if it was a picture show.  One after the other, surprised, sad, happy, and, God, aroused.

He also remembered quite suddenly that he never actually got around to telling Lex about his, well, foreign nature.

"Oops."  He turned back around and headed towards the castle.  He was going to have more than too much explaining to do.  Maybe there was someway he could, well, abbreviate it.

Yeah, right.  How's: I'm a spaceman, Lex.  I came to Earth, made you bald and then fell in love with you.  Now make love to your devoted alien freak!

He paused again at the service entrance and opened the door.  Once he was sure there was no one around he ran on up to Lex's room, taking the shortcut.

He arrived and the door was still ajar, open enough for him to see that Lex was no longer standing where Clark left him.  He’d been gone almost a full two minutes, long enough for hopefully the initial shock to settle, but not long enough for anger to set in.  Hopefully.  Then again, this was Lex and when it came to the older boy, things were often very strange.

He pushed the door open the rest of the way.  “Lex?”

The boy was sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, eyes closed.  Clark noticed for the first time that Lex was still dressed in his Met U tee and those sexy silk boxers.

“So are you one of those affected by the meteors?”

Clark breathed in.  The sight of Lex dressed in such a comfortable fashion was…  Strangely erotic.  All of his fantasies had held satin and silk; whether the fabric of the clothes of the texture of Lex’s skin.  The fact that Lex slept in his old college shirt was oddly revealing and a tremendous turn on.

“Are you?”  Lex’s voice was a little on the harsh side and Clark was glad that his headache was gone.

“Sort of.”

“What do you mean ‘sort of’?  What are you?”

He initially thought that Lex’s voice was laden with disgust, but he quickly realized that it was exasperation.  That made him fell more comfortable and he looked Lex’s legs and feet over hungrily.

“You sure you want to know?”

Lex still wasn’t opening his eyes.  “I’m sure, Clark.  Two years of wondering just what the hell my best friend figured he had to keep from me has more than prepared me.  I think I’ve run through all of the scenarios.  I doubt you’re going to surprise me.”

Bare feet.  Strong and clean and hairless and perfect nails.  Few calluses and so very pale.  Milky white and so sexy.  Hmmm…

“Clark?”

“Right, right.”  He shook himself out of his stare and took quiet steps towards Lex, stopping right at the foot of the bed.  “Okay, here goes."  He stared at the pretty feet.  "Fourteen, almost fifteen years ago, I crash landed in an alien ship covered by the meteors.”

Lex didn’t open his eyes and Clark found this oddly comforting, like he could say anything to a Lex who didn’t see him.  So he continued.

“You’re bald because of me, Lana’s parents are dead because of me, and this town,” his breath hitched.  “-is royally fucked up because of me.  I can do things, Lex.  I can run faster than anything I’ve ever come up against,  I can catch bullets, I can see through clothes and walls and people.  I can hear a pin drop in the next room, I can stand temperatures way below freezing and I’m pretty sure, one day, I’ll be able to fly.  I can withstand things other humans can't, and the only weakness I’ve found are those meteor fragments.”

“Like Lana’s necklace.”

The reality of Lex’s deep voice shook him a little, but he still felt stable enough to continue.  “Yeah.”

“I always wondered about that.”

“You mean you noticed?  That it made me sick?”

Lex just breathed, didn’t say a word, so Clark continued.

“I can be stabbed with a knife, hit by a bus, survive tremendous falls-“

“This all explains your guilt over Chloe’s fall.”

He winced, still feeling horrible about not being able to save her, but continued.  “I can stick body parts into a woodchipper, have a tractor motor fall on top of me- Phalen’s doing, by the way.”

Lex’s face darkened over.

“I can survive explosions, be struck by lightning, and…”  He stopped for a moment.  “I can be shot by a dazed friend wielding an Uzi.”

Lex’s eyes shot open, wide open, and Clark watched him carefully.  “Shot-“

“Yes.”

“With and Uzi.”

He nodded.

Lex swallowed, his face vulnerable, soft.  “I- I…”  He shut his eyes tight and massaged his forehead.  “I have the vaguest memory of doing it.  Of setting a car with you in it on fire, and…  And trying to kill you and Kyle Tippet.”  He looked up at Clark, his eyes full of pain and guilt of such depth Clark had never seen.  Not even the misery of his father's realization that he sold the farm matched this.

“Lex-“

“The memories are like ones I have about the times when I was drunk or drugged or incredibly tired.  Like the nightmares I have about my mother, of Lionel."

Clark winced, wanted to touch Lex.  God, I knew I never should have mentioned it.

"I can’t really remember and I’m never sure it really happened.”

“It didn’t.  You didn’t shoot me.”

“No!” Lex shouted.  “I did!  I shot you, Clark.  You.  The one person on this whole fucking planet who sees me as flesh and blood and something with feelings.  The only one who would never hurt me, who would do anything to protect me and has done so again and again.  You're my best friend, the only person who cares about me, damnit!”

“Lex, I don’t think-“

Lex jumped out of bed and the sight of the tears rolling down his cheeks leveled Clark.  “Someone, all they had to do was touch me, and here I am, trying to kill my best friend.  God, Clark, I love you.  I can’t believe I ever did that.  I can’t believe I shot-“

Clark shut him up with his mouth.  “You love me?”

Lex frowned.  “Yes, of course,” he said as if that was all besides the point and then realized that it wasn’t.  “Oh.”

Clark shoved him back down on the bed and straddled him.

“Clark!”

He kissed Lex hard then pulled back, leaving the older boy gasping beneath him.

“I don’t think-“

"Good."  Clark ground his groin into Lex’s.  Neither of them were hard yet, but it would happened.  He bent down to Lex’s ear and licked it, breathing hot air out before whispering, “I want you, Lex.”

Lex shut his eyes and Clark continued his assault on the boy's ear, moving it down to his jaw then his neck before kissing the pouty little lips with the pale line of a scar on top.  “I want you in me.”  He ground into Lex finding himself fully erect.

“Jesus!” Lex gasped and slammed his hands into Clark’s arms.  His fingers dug into the flesh of Clark’s biceps, forcing a grin to form on Clark’s face.  He could do this to Lex.  Could do anything.

Lex bucked up against him and Clark was surprised to see that it didn’t take Lex that much longer to get hard than it took him.

“I need…“  Lex’s face screwed up in concentration and Clark could tell he was trying to hold back.  That was not going to do.

Clark let his hand slip beneath the silk and elastic to find Lex’s erection.

“GOD!” Lex yelled.

“How long have you wanted this?” Clark asked softly.  “How long have you wanted me?”

Lex shuddered and met Clark’s eyes, heat and desire overfilling.  “Since the moment I realized you considered me an honest to God friend.”

Clark blushed, but stroked Lex long and hard.

“How about you?” Lex gasped.  “When did you know you wanted me?”

Clark shook his head.  “All the time, but not soon enough.  I knew I was crazy about you for a while, but I realized that I truly loved you the moment you gave yourself up to Earl for the kids, then told me there was no level three, that it was all in his head.”

“You love me.”  It wasn’t a question and Lex’s wistful smile warmed Clark.  He yanked Lex’s boxers down to the boy’s knees.

“Clark, what are you-“

“I want you inside me, Lex.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Exactly, but you need something to make the slide easier.”

“I have some-“

“Not really what I had in mind, Lex.”  And he bent down between Lex’s legs, nuzzling the sac with his nose, smelling Lex’s arousal.

Lex shivered and moaned something that Clark couldn’t hear.  He was sure it was in another language.

Clark licked the length of Lex’s erection firmly with the flat of his tongue and then took him inside his mouth.

+_+_+_+_+

Lex couldn’t stop mumbling, though he wasn’t too sure of just what he was saying.  Clark’s mouth, Clark’s tongue, the light pressure and occasional nip of Clark’s teeth; it was all slowly driving him to the brink on something so far beyond ecstasy it was laughable.

Like any pent-up lover who’d dreamed of the afar, the impossible, the beautiful heavens, he was going to come quickly, and if Clark didn’t let him inside soon, he wasn’t going to get there for another good, oh, ten minutes at the most.  “Clark, I’m too- close, too close.”

“Okay, Lex.”

Clark got off the bed, pulled Lex’s boxers completely off, stripped out of his own boxer briefs and moved to straddle Lex again.

The instant his cock met the cleft of Clark’s ass he felt it jerk in anticipation.  Still he had to make sure.

“Clark, are you-“

“Yes.”  Clark grabbed Lex’s hands and placed them on his cheeks.  “More sure than I’ve ever been about anything but our friendship.  Now open me.”

Lex’s breath took a shallower tempo and he pulled Clark’s cheeks apart.  Clark grabbed Lex’s cock and guided him in.

“Relax,” he muttered to Clark, surprised he could speak.  “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The head of his cock was enveloped by Clark and he groaned.

“God, Lex.  This feels incredible.”

“Are you sure-“ he panted.  “That it- doesn’t hurt?”

“Struck by lightning, Lex.”

He nodded.

“Push up.”

Lex took a deep breath in and out, then thrust up and into Clark.  “Clark!’ he cried out at the same time the boy gasped his name.  The heat was all consuming and he, he couldn’t hold back much longer.

Lex watched as Clark sat back, surrounding Lex’s erection completely, and started to stroke himself.  The sight of Clark impaled on his dick and jerking himself off was too much for Lex to handle.  He shut his eyes tight.  “Clark, I-“

“Fuck me.”

His eyes popped back open and he looked at Clark, sitting on top of him.  Lex’s white tee stretched over Clark’s broad and muscular chest, contrasting deeply with the tanned arms, flushed cheeks, black hair and blacker eyes.  Toned legs were spread to each side as Clark made room to take Lex in completely.

“Push yourself up and down,” Lex demanded.

“But I want you to-“

“Just once.  I just want to-to see.”

Clark braced one hand on Lex’s shoulder and pressed himself up.  Lex watched as Clark rose, pulling away from him.  He watched himself coming out of Clark, so erotically depressing.  Then Clark slowly pushed himself back down, gasping and groaning.  Watching his cock moving into his lover sent blood rushing to his face and downwards, making his cock grow harder.

“Oh, Lex!  Please, please, fuck me.  Now,” begged Clark.  Hearing those words and actually seeing them come from those incredibly gorgeous full lips were two different things.

He grabbed Clark’s hips and went for it, throwing his head back into the pillow as he thrust with all his might.  Clark cried out over and over, moaning and Lex could tell he was hitting the boy's prostate.  All Lex could do was grunt from the exertion and whimper from the amazing sensation of being inside of Clark.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"  Clark let out a scream filled with pleasure and release and Lex felt the wet warmth on his stomach sinking through his shirt.  It was too much to know that Clark had come on his favorite shirt, to know that Clark had marked him.  He thrust twice more into Clark's tight rear and release hit him like a semi, leaving him trembling and shouting in it's wake.

Clark collapsed beside him and looked into his eyes.  "Thank… you… Lex."

He looked into the black tinged with forest green.  How could Clark possibly feel that Lex had done him a favor?  Just Clark speaking to him, befriending him with no ulterior motives was enough to have Lex in debt for centuries.  "Thank you."

Clark stretched and pulled Lex closer, turning him around so that Lex was being spooned.  He almost cried.  He'd never been spooned by anyone before.

There was silence, glorious and silvered for a few minutes.

"Hey, Lex?"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe next time- I mean- Well, could we-"

"What, Clark?"  He knew the boy was blushing.  "Think about what we just did."

"I won't be able to stop for weeks."

"Good.  Me neither.  Now just ask me."

"Next time, can you get behind me?"

Lex's stomach heated up.  "I think so."

"In front of a mirror?"

"Shit."

"Because it's not going to be enough to feel you back there.  I'll want to see you, too.  And could we maybe tape it?"

He sighed at the arousal burning inside of him.  "You're turning me on, Kent."

"So?"

"'So?'  'So?'  How about, in my entire sexually active life, I've not once had someone to cuddle with."

A pause.  "I'm sor-"

"How about I'm an old man and-"

"You are not."

"-I would like to rest up before I ask you to fuck me."

Silence.  "Oh."

"Yeah.  I want you to grind and pound into me so hard that I'll be sitting down at a board meeting two months from now and remember it."

Clark whimpered a little.

"Okay?"

"Yeah.  Okay, Lex."

"Good."  He snuggled back against Clark until he felt the half erect-cock of his lover pressing into the cleft of his ass, nice and cozy-like.

"I love you, Lex."

"I love you, too.  And next time you want to get drunk-"

"I'll come to you."

"Good."

"I'm sorry I broke your window."

"It's replaceable."

A moment of silence.  "I'm hungry."

"We'll get breakfast in a little bit.  When do you need to be home?"

"Not until three."

"Okay."

Another moment of silence.  "I really should call Pete."

"Clark?"

"What?"

"Shut up.  Okay?  Just shut up and hold me for a few minutes."

Clark's arm snaked around him tighter, pulling him closer.  "Okay, Lex."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

FIN