The Slushy
by Nymph Du Pave

CHAPTER TWO

Clark woke up to something feeling around his chest.  He opened his eyes to a shivering but warmed-up Lex.

And sunshine.

He started and was suddenly very grateful that his parents hadn't wandered in on him and Lex like this.

Lex.

The older boy was smiling at him, eyes half-lidded and the look he was giving Clark from under those long golden-fire lashes was beyond erotic.  Clark's stomach flipped and his heart began to pound.

"It's cold," Lex purred.  Clark's dreams of Lex hadn't even begun to approach the level of sexy that that voice reached.

"Uh, yeah," he whispered and realized with a start that the things touching his chest were the fingers of Lex's left hand.  His right hand was currently rubbing up and down Clark's ribcage.

What the hell?

Lex rubbed up against Clark.  Gasping, Clark's eyes shut tight and his groin jerked tightly.

Lex was hard as iron.  And he clearly wanted Clark.

"You're so shy this morning."

As opposed to-?

"You usually would have me bent over the bed already."

"G-God," Clark stuttered and began to pant.  Lex was clearly delusional.  Was this a typical reaction/symptom of hypothermia?

Lex's right index finger trailed Clark's cheek.  "Why, love?"

Tears sprang up behind Clark's still closed eyes but he didn't let them forward.  He was glad that he hadn't seen Lex whisper those words, because he would have lost it then.  He'd been wanting Lex to consider him as a possible romantic interest for the longest time.

"You're so quiet."

He'd dropped hints left and right after making it clear he was no longer interested in Lana and/or Chloe.  He kept inviting Lex over, asking him to movies and to sleep-overs in the barn.  He'd almost had the courage one night to profess to Lex just what he'd felt; the older boy began talking about some business venture and broke the mood, reminding Clark of the many, many reasons why Lex could never be interested in him.

When he got his courage back, he'd sent sterling roses [the only of lavender color and consequently a thornless breed; symbolically perfect he thought] and letters.  Never with his name of course, but with an anagram: Ken Jerret Tolkam.  Not the best, especially the last name, but he'd hoped that Lex would catch on.  And really you can't blame a guy for not having enough vowels and good letters in his name.  And it was better than Ren K. Tlack.

"God, you're gorgeous," whispered Lex, moving closer and Clark whimpered.  Lex was naked and hard and Clark had his boxers on but his own erection was peeking through and he couldn't help it.  How was he going to resist a Lex that wanted him?  A Lex that he'd been wishing for and dreaming about for how long?

He breathed in deep and remembered the drenched, half-frozen Lex from last night, like a poor, lost and wounded animal searching for refuge in the only warm place he knew.

"Clark?"

He'd just have to keep in mind that Lex was delusional and highly influential.  Obviously he'd awaken in this state to find himself wrapped in Clark's arms and, not being completely there, his mind came up with the reasoning.

"I love you."

A single rogue and damning tear slipped from his eye just as Lex's lips pressed to his, petal soft but pleading in urgency.

Clark kept his mouth shut tight.  He could do this.  For Lex he could do anything.

Lex whimpered against him.  "Clark," he whined softly, erotically.  "Kiss me."

Clark used all the strength inside him to pull away.  "No, Lex."

He opened his eyes.  Lex was startled and hurt.  Clark looked away before he broke down and… and just went down on Lex.

"What do you-" he started and his voice cracked.  "What do remember from last night?"

Lex frowned.  "I really can't remember what we did."  He looked suddenly guilty, like a lover remorse.  "I'm so sorry, love."

Stop calling me that, he thought, but didn't say it aloud.  As long as Lex kept saying it, the more times the word passed his lips…

"Your car," Clark started for him but it only seemed to confuse Lex more.

"Which one?"

"I don't know.  It got stuck in the mud."

"Did we call Triple A?  I'm a member."

Clark sighed.  "There was a storm last night.  You came over."

Lex leered at him.  "That much I can tell, farmboy."  His hand traveled quickly down Clark's stomach to grasp-

"Lex!" he yelped and pulled Lex's hand away.

"Yes?" the boy asked innocently before licking Clark's jugular.

"The storm?  Your car got stuck?  You came here?"

"Shorter version isn't any better than the first."

"You don't remember?"

"No, and to tell you the truth, Clark, this is all starting to get very boring."  Lex licked him again.  "Especially when I have a farmboy with sexual needs that have to be taken care of."

"Lex," he started.

Lex pulled himself up on top of Clark with all his strength and Clark pretended that he couldn't fight it.  Lex would never know the truth about Clark's real strength and Clark could dream about this for the rest of his life.  A naked Lex, aroused for Clark and lying on top of his lap.

Lex bucked against him and sat up, straddling Clark.  From his peripheral vision, he saw Lex's flushed cock straining forward invitingly.

So many things I could do.  So many times I've dreamt of us like this.

He tried to push it from his mind, even as Lex laughed.  "I want you, Clark Kent.  I want you to fuck me."

Clark blushed and his body quivered.  "Shit, Lex, you don’t know what you're saying or doing."

But Lex wasn't listening.  "I want to lick you and suck you, Clark.  I want you to come in my mouth."

Clark shut his eyes again and fought the urge to buck up.  His cock was against the cleft of Lex's cheeks and he  wanted nothing more than for all of Lex's illusions to be true.

But this was just fucking torture.

"I want you to make love to me, Clark.  Make me yours."

That was enough.  He felt the precum and knew all too well that he would do what Lex asked him to if he didn't move now.

He sat up and moved Lex off of him, bolting off the bed and away.

"God, Clark!  What is with you this morning?"

He spun around.  "WHAT'S WITH ME?"  Checking the clock he saw that it was 8:15.  Both his mother and his father would be out.  Why hadn't they retrieved him?

He lowered his voice anyway.  "What is with me?  You're the one that-  I mean I just wanted to-  I can't even think."  Lex got up, the sheets and blankets slipping from his naked body to reveal such a lean, pale specimen that Clark's cock jumped.  Lex was so fucking perfect.

And so fucking not yours!

Lex started towards him, but he held out his hand, averted his eyes, and prepared to say the hardest four words he would ever have to.

"We're not lovers, Lex."

"What?" asked a startled Lex.

Clark sighed.  "You, for some reason, needed to see me last night.  You braved the freezing rain and the storm to come and see me.  Your car broke down and your cell wasn't working.  You walked four miles in the horrid weather to get here.  You lost your shoes.  You were cold, almost frostbitten for sure.  I was trying to get your clothes off to put you in bed when you fainted.  I guess you went into shock and the only way that I thought I could help was… body heat."

There was the sound of Lex's body dropping to sit on his bed then a thick and uncomfortable silence for more than a minute.

"Oh."

The one word was so dreary, so sad and forlorn, so heavy with heartache that Clark looked over to his friend.

Lex was no longer creamy-white but an ashen-gray.  He looked ill and morbid.

"Lex, are you-"

"No."  He stood up, not bothering to cover his declining anatomy.  "Would you excuse me for just a second?"

Without waiting for an answer Lex calmly stepped out of Clark's room, walked quickly to the restroom, shut the door and threw up.

Clark was by the door instantly.  "Do you need any help?"

"I'm just throwing up, Clark," he snapped.  There was a sigh.  "Could you please get me my clothes?" he asked, his voice softer, more polite.

Clark winced.  "You sort of don't have them anymore."

There was a pause.  "I see.  Would you mind loaning me a few?"

Clark hated the formality of Lex's words and tone.  "Sure, Lex.  No problem."  He wanted to throw in an extra 'what are good buds for?' but wasn't sure he could pull it off.

Was Lex still his best friend?  He didn't want to lose him, no matter how awkward things might be for a while.

In a rush he ran into his room, got dressed and grabbed a few things that would fit Lex.  He handed them to Lex through the bathroom door and a minute later the boy came out.

His complexion was a little better, but he still looked terribly ill.  Dressed in baggy jeans that were too small on Clark and a tee that looked just his size, Lex looked so touchable.  The shoes looked a little goofy, but incredibly endearing.

"Lex-"

"I apologize, Clark, for any embarrassment I have caused you.  I don't know what exactly got into me."  His voice cracked slightly and he cleared his throat.  "I received a phone call from a private hospital in Metropolis.  One that deals with cancers and tumors and stuff of the like.  Pamela died last night."

Clark wasn't sure what to do.  Lex's voice was flat, dead.  There was no emotional content whatsoever, but he knew that Lex must be hurting.  The last and only warm vestige from a childhood that had mirrored hell too closely to recall.

"I'm sorry," he whispered and reached out to Lex, but Lex stumbled awkwardly backwards in an effort to keep out of Clark's range.  The panic started inside his stomach.  What was going to happen to their friendship?

"It happens," he said with a shrug and started downstairs.  "Thank you for your kindness and hospitality, Clark, and thank your parents."  He stopped and smiled up at Clark, but there was nothing in the smile.  It was dead, like his voice.  Just upturned lips, nothing more.

"You saved my life again.  Thank you."

"Lex, please-"

The older boy started down the stairs again.  "I'll see to it that your things are returned to you.  Thank you again."

The screen door slammed seconds after Lex left his sight and Clark couldn't move.

~I'll see to it that your things are returned to you.~

Not, 'I'll drop your stuff off later, Clark.  See ya.'

Lex was treating him like a stranger.  Like someone who didn't matter a damned bit.

Two weeks later Clark was at the Talon with Chloe when Lana stunned him with the news.  Lex hadn't just decided to move back to Metropolis.  He'd already done it.

She had received a letter in the mail saying that business would be done by correspondence from now on.

It was then that Clark realized the friendship was over.  Before he ran into the bathroom to do some throwing up of his own, he realized that he hadn't even gotten his clothes back.
 
 
 

To Be Continued...
[tomorrow (I hope!) comes the last part]