Chapter Four: Steal My Kisses [From You]

Lex had excepted his invitation and they had agreed on him coming over at six.  Clark kissed Lex goodbye on the cheek, wanting a little taste of that smooth skin, then had run off before the boy could change his mind.

Once he got home, he had mentioned his inviting Lex casually to his mother who had given him a quirky smile in return, the likes of which he was sure he'd never seen grace her face.  She had then told him that it would be fine, she'd love the company, and for him to finish his chores and get a shower quickly.

Lex had, without warning, decided to come over at five instead of six.

Oblivious to his lover's recent arrival, Clark kept outside, working on double the amount of chores, once again relearning to appreciate his father's influence on the farm.  Being as strong and fast as he was, he sometimes forgot just how capable his... well, his mortal pop was, and just how much work around the farm the man could accomplish.

It was seventeen minutes infra Lex's arrival time before he was able to stop.  He'd done almost all of the chores that he and his father could have done together, but it hadn't been easy, even for him.  He couldn't wait for his dad to get back.

Once finished, he shed his work gloves and ran inside the house at his top speed, very much looking forward to taking a shower and then seeing Lex.  He wasn't sure how-

Seeing Lex.

Seen Lex.

Saw Lex...  Right there.  On the couch.  With his mother.

~Shit.~

He'd gotten almost all the way up the stairs before even realizing that Lex was there.

He stopped, frozen, mouth agape, horrified at what he had just done.

Used his superspeed.

In front of his friend and lover.

His friend and lover that had no idea of all of the things that he was capable of.

~Shit.~

Clark knew Lex was suspicious about things, and he had been relieved and grateful that that complexity hadn't yet made it into the new spectrum of their relationship, but now…

Now he had screwed up.  Just like he had been steadfastly determined not to.

~Shit.~

At least this mistake was not due to reckless passion.  Not due to reckless passion, but it still happened.

Lex, fortunately, was completely oblivious.  Apparently the flutter of air that Clark caused had not registered as anything but a heavy breeze.

~Of course not!  He wasn't looking and even if he was, he wouldn't know what to watch for.~

Clark observed Lex intently leafing through a book of Martha's photographs, talking about Italy and bougainvillea.  Enamored with the book, Lex was missing the petrified look Clark noticed his mother giving him.

She glanced up and found Clark still glued to the spot at the top of the stairs.  Moving only her eyes, she looked sharply at Lex, still going on about the flowers, then back to her son, discretely but clearly expressing her point.

How could you be so rash, Clark Kent?

Clark frowned.  Still ever the mother even in her horrified state.

He shrugged, holding his arms up helplessly.  -I didn't know!- he mouthed.  He pointed to his watch, then gestured to Lex.  -He's early!-

She shook her head.  You should be more careful.  I don't care what time it is.

His mouth dropped open.  How the hell was he supposed to know-

She raised her eyebrows.  Didn't you see the Porsche?

He winced.  Oh, boy.

Her nose flared just a bit and her face became stern, knowing. Had you done all of your own chores, you would have.

Sometimes he swore he could hear her thoughts they were so damned clear.

He looked away, sheepish.  He was supposed to have done the wood.  He had promised his mother that he would not forget it and yet he had.  It was his fault that he, no, that they had almost been discovered.  And all because he forgot to chop some stupid wood.

He saw his mother flick the finger of her right hand, on top of her left in her lap.  Go take your shower.

He nodded.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head minutely and pursed her lips at him.  I don't know how we're going to explain how you got in the house and up there without him noticing, but we will.

He nodded again and turned to take off.  Unfortunately, he had chosen to stop on the single step with a creak.

A very loud creak.

He whipped back around to find Lex, suddenly quiet, jerking his head toward the noise and Martha jerking hers towards Lex.

He'd never been able to hear her thoughts better than now.

Oh, shit.

He'd never been able to gauge Lex's mood quite like now, either.  He saw a startled expression, yes, but then a sudden and thick, raw lust seated deeply within those hard blue eyes, and it shocked him.

Lex wanted him.  Bad.

~Don't have to worry about the whole being discovered thing, I guess.~

He kept his eyes locked with Lex's and felt the lead in his stomach- where did that come from?- begin to heat.

Lex stood up.  "Clark, I-"  Both he and Clark winced at the dry and strained emotion there.  As Lex swallowed and looked down, Clark glanced at his mother, knowing she was quick, so very quick.  Even more than his father and-

~Shit!~

She'd noticed.  She couldn't see Lex's eyes- thank God, they'd give it all away- she was still sitting on the couch, too scared about being caught to worry about manners.

But she'd noticed just the same.

Lex cleared his throat.  "I didn’t hear you come in."  Clark was amazed at how well Lex was able to cover his previously weak timbre, his little indiscretion, with a strong and deep voice.  A very sexy strong and deep voice.  One that Clark loved, one that had haunted him previously.

One that could hopefully force Martha into thinking that she'd imagined the longing she'd heard.

"Yeah, well, you and mom were busy talking, so I-"

Lex nodded.  He looked Clark over with hungry eyes and frowned.  "I- uh, well-"  He cleared his throat again and looked pleadingly at Clark.

As if he'd suddenly gained insight into Lex's thoughts as well, he realized that the older boy was looking for an excuse to come up there with him.  He tried to keep from grinning.  "Do you want to check my biology homework before dinner?"  As if they'd had plans to do it at all.  "I'm mean, it wou-"

"Would get it out of the way."  Lex started towards the stairs a little too quickly, then slowed himself, becoming more aware of his gait and posture.  "Sure."

Clark turned around and climbed the last few steps to the landing, grinning.  He composed himself, then turned back around to see his mother, standing with her arms crossed, staring suspiciously at Lex's back.

Clark frowned back at her, a little worried.  He couldn't hear these thoughts at all.

Once Lex reached the landing, Clark turned to walk down the hallway and as soon as they were out of his mother's watchful eye he heard Lex's pace quicken, then felt hands clutch his waist.  "Kent, is your room close?"

The voice was dusky and rumbling.  Grating.

So sexy.

Clark decided to tease.  "Not as close as the shower."  He stopped and pushed the already open bathroom door wider.  "And I am all hot and dirty."

He saw Lex look in and groan.  "Don't tempt me, Sexy."  He pushed a reddening Clark forward.  "Go.  Lead on."

Clark walked slower than necessary, liking the pressure of Lex's hands urging him to go faster.  After a moment, he picked up the pace to his door, reached it, then jerked to a halt, letting Lex slam into the back of him.

Clark grinned as he felt the proof of Lex's ambitions against his ass and he heard Lex's breathing get more ragged.  "Kent…" he whispered hotly into Clark's ear.  "Don't do that again."

He wanted to thrust himself back into Lex's front, rubbing up against Lex's erection and making the boy cry out, but he knew his mother was wary downstairs and he had not forgotten what had happened to Lex before his meeting.  He didn't want to see Lex in that kind of pain again.

Not until he knew there'd be time for the cure.

He said nothing, opening his door.  He felt Lex let go of his waist, grab hold of the back of his tee-shirt, shove him in and close the door gently.  The tee still clutched in his hand, he tugged hard, and Clark allowed himself to be pulled back and pushed up against the door.

This was beginning to feel familiar.

He opened his mouth to speak but a pair of lips pressed to his and a frantic tongue plunged in.  His eyes fluttered closed as Lex claimed his mouth, rhythmically stroking his tongue, and Clark could have sworn that his legs were about to give out when Lex began alternating between whimpering and growling repeatedly.

He just held on to the boy's shoulders, his grip fierce, and his eyes now clamped shut with need.  He'd never been kissed like this.  Even their first kiss could not compare.  It had been tainted with anger, fear, worry, sorrow and loss, as well as passion.  But this…  This was pure love and desire, mixed with a little bit of the thrill of evasion, the possibility of being caught.  He hated to admit it, but the fact that they had to be quiet made things just that much more exciting.

A challenge.

The harsh lust of the kiss slowed to a seductive love making and Clark was sure his spine had melted.  Lex broke away, leaving Clark wanting but unable to voice protest.

"Delicious," murmured Lex.  He ground himself into Clark, who cried out softly, finding himself hard and stinging.

Lex grinned, grabbed Clark's hair firmly in his grip and ground into him again, making them both gasp.

~I thought Lex learned from his mistakes.~

"Lex?"

Arms wrapped around his waist and a face was nuzzling at his neck.

"Lex."

The hands moved down the outside of his jeans to tightly grip his ass.

"Lex!" he hissed.

"I love these jeans on your body, Clark."

He shivered as fingers traveled into the crease of the insanely tight jeans, outlining the separation of Clark's rear.  "Lex."  He tried to make his voice sound stern, commanding, but it just came out sounding like a Smurf.

Lex laughed.  "Hmmm…"

"Do you remember what happened last time we- we, uh-"

"'We, we, uh'?" Lex intoned, mocking.

"Well, last time we did this?  And weren't able to- finish?"

Clark cried out again as Lex bit him on the throat.  "How could Lex not?  Lex kiss Clark.  Lex get hard.  Always same."

Neanderthal verbalization was not what Clark had been expecting and he laughed.  It certainly fit the level of communication he felt capable of.

"Hmmm…"  Lex kissed the place he'd just bitten, then grazed it with his teeth.  "Do that again."

"What?"

"Laugh."

Clark shook his head, trying to come up with something, anything to cool the moment.  There was something very wrong about this whole 'getting it on in his room' scenario and he guessed it was the fact that the kitchen was roughly thirty five feet from where they were.

Or more accurately the fact that his mother was roughly thirty five feet from where they were.  "You haven’t looked once at my room."

"Lex didn't come to check Clark's room.  Lex come to check Clark."

Clark laughed.

"Thank you."  Another nibble.  "You haven't looked at mine either, you know"

Clark felt Lex's tongue in his ear.  "I haven't even been to yours," he squeaked.  His throat was too dry.  He needed something to drink and fast.  Preferably ice water.

"Something we most certainly need to remedy."

"Indeed."

Lex pulled away and looked to his left.  Desk.  Chair.  Bookshelf.  Window.  "Nice."

Lex looked to his right.  Closet.  Weird shaped bookshelf.  Nightstand.  Bed.

Bed.

~Oh, no.~

"Uh, Lex-"

"Very nice."

Before Clark knew what was happening he was being pulled.

"Lex, I don't think-"

"Good, Clark.  Keep that up and we'll get through this fine."

Lex fell back to the bed and Clark, doing what he was told, did not think at all.  Instead he let the weight pull him down on top of his lover and slipped his arms under the body beneath his, legs entwined between Lex's.

The older boy slid his hands under Clark's damp shirt and pressed them against the work-moistened body.  "Oh, god, Clark.  The way you look and smell...  I mean out there in the living room-"

Clark wrinkled his nose.  "Smell?"

"-if your mother hadn't been right behind me, I would have just attacked you.  There on the steps.  We never would have made it anywhere."

"Smell?" he asked again.

"Smell."

"You like sweaty farmboys then?"

"Apparently."  Lex's hands started to blindly outline the precise definition of Clark's muscles.

Clark tried to keep it light despite the arousing caresses.  "It's either that, Lex, or farm animals turn you on."

Lex looked at him, blue eyes soft and sooty.  "As appealing as Miss Piggy and Daisy the Cow may be to some, I really don't think that's what got me this far."

Clark laughed then lifted a little as Lex's hands pulled his shirt up.  He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Lex's warm lips placing a kiss on his chest.  Then another.  And another.

A brief pause.  "By the way, Kent."  More kisses.

"Mmmm?"

"Pack your bags tonight."

He frowned, but didn't bother to open his eyes.  The kisses felt too nice.  "What?"

"We're leaving for Metropolis tomorrow."

He laughed.  "Right."  He looked down at Lex to find a mysterious glint in his eyes.  Clark shook his head.  "I don't care how well you get along with my mother, you won't be able to talk her into letting me go with you.  Especially not after coming up here with me."

Lex's eyes creased with stunned anxiety.  "You think- she suspects something?"

"Us?"  Clark shook his head.  "No.  But she's a smart woman, Lex."

Lex looked shocked.  "You…  You wouldn't care if your mother found out about us?"

Clark thought about that a moment, none too astonished at the answer.  "Not particularly.  It's really-"

Lex moved up in a blur and lips cut him off, beginning to pull languidly at his own.  Kiss-pull, kiss-pull, kiss-pull.  There was no real heavy lust in the kiss, but a desperate, clinging love that gave him butterflies.

~Butterflies?  More like a whole colony of Atlas Moths.~

Lex settled back down onto his back, looking up at Clark with a blissful, lazy smile and heavy, content eyes.  He'd never see Lex look sexier.

The hands started to rub his stomach again in more of a soothing motion that the exploration it had begun as.  "What were you saying?"

Did Lex actually expect Clark to remember things?  After the kiss and now the tummy rub, he felt like just curling up next to the boy, hard crotch pleasantly pushing into one of Lex's many body parts.  But which one?

"Clark?"

He blinked, looking at Lex, confused. "Huh?"

"You were saying."

"I was?"

Lex nodded and his hands moved to rub up and down Clark's sides.  He felt goosebumps raise there and on his stomach, could see the hair raising on his arms.

Lex could too and grinned at the reaction.  "About how you wouldn't care about your mom finding out about us."

"Nope," he dropped down to kiss Lex's neck, loving that he could, realizing just what privileges lay beneath him, literally.  "I wouldn't."

"But-"

This whole body was his, his to do whatever he wanted really, and that was okay.  It was all okay.  "That was about it."

"But you said 'It's really'."

Another kiss, this time on Lex's Adam's apple.  Nice Adam's apple.  Sexy Adam's apple.  "I did?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Before I..."  Clark frowned when Lex trailed off and his hands stopped massaging.  He pushed himself up to look.  Maroon hues tinged Lex's face and no sooner did Clark's eyes meet the other boy's than Lex dropped his gaze.  "Before I kissed you," he whispered, so lightly that Clark could barely make out the words.  Lex was more demure in that moment than Clark had ever seen even Lana.

He was also fully aware of what his kiss had revealed to Clark.  Or at least fully aware of what he had felt when the kiss was happening.

~Love.~

As if reading Clark's mind, Lex cleared his throat.  "You said 'It's really'.  Think about it, Clark.  You had to have meant something by that."

Clark sighed and went back to kissing Lex's neck, though the hands around his torso stayed conspicuously glued in place.

~Still not ready to say it.  Damn.~

Clark could be patient, though.  For Lex?  No problem.

~Now, think.  'It's really'.  'It's really'.  'It's~

The memory of what he was about to say before Lex had stopped him came crashing back, along with the memory of their conversation about going to Metropolis.

~Oh.~

He stopped kissing Lex.  "Um...  Yeah.  'It's really' was 'It's really my dad we'll have to worry about.'"  Lex's body tensed beneath him and he cursed himself for not letting it go, but now he had to finish.  He pulled back.  "My mother could handle it- on several different levels.  My father, though-"

"Tell me about it." Lex grimaced letting his hands fall to his stomach.  "Soiling his beautiful kid, his chaste and virginal, straight son.  He'd probably slaughter me in my sleep, then butcher the pieces.  Hang me up by my-"

Clark's hand stopped Lex's words.  "I'm sorry I said anything.  Let's not ruin the moment any more than me and my big mouth already have.  Here-"  Clark balanced himself on one elbow, picked up and replaced Lex's hands under his shirt, then moved down, closer to Lex.  He made sure his thigh was putting firm but slight pressure on Lex's erection.  "Let's start this over."

Lex rubbed himself against Clark's thigh.  "Start ov-"

"Tell me about Metropolis again.  About us leaving."

Lex grinned.  "We're leaving tomorrow afternoon, my wild, sexy farmboy."

Clark managed to ignore the fact that Lex had changed the wording and kept a straight face.  "Ha, ha, ha, Lex."  He deadpanned.  "I don't care how well you get along with my mother, you won't be able to talk her into letting me go with you."

Lex was quiet for a second.  "Keep going."

Clark shook his head.  "No.  That was where the smart me would have shut up."

"Well, that's where the dumb you will keep going."

He shook his head again.  Lex wasn't getting the point.

"Trust me?"

Sighing, he continued.  So much for starting over.  "Especially not now that you're up here with me."

"You said 'Especially not after coming up here with me'."

Clark narrowed his eyes at the boy beneath him.  "I didn't correct your changes."

"That's because mine were compliments.  Now, 'Especially not after coming up here with me'."

"Especially not after coming up here with me," he growled.

"Thank you."  Lex cleared his throat melodramatically.  "Then I guess it's a good thing that I asked her before I came up here.  With you."

Clark couldn't believe his ears.  He pushed himself off of Lex, sitting back onto his heels, careful not to put too much pressure on Lex's leg, still beneath him.  "You did what?"

Lex elevated himself onto his elbows.  "Now what in the world did I say to warrant this?"  The boy gestured seriously at the space between them.  "If anything we should be simulating Siamese twins here.  I'd be more than happy to reiterate my point within the context of altered words, as long as you move towards me and not way over yonder."

Clark ignored him.  "You asked my mother if I could go to Metropolis with you?"

"Uh-huh."

"And she said…  She said 'yes'?"

"You're quick there, Sexy."  Lex winked and Clark had to swallow.  Lex was much too erotic when he winked.  Much.

"Lex," he said flatly.

"Clark," Lex mimicked, emulating the younger boy perfectly.  Clark just glared at him.

Lex sighed and plopped back onto the bed, steepling his fingers above his chest and looking at the ceiling.  "After a brief discussion of both primary and secondary details with Mrs. Martha Kent-"

Clark was still glaring.  This wasn't funny.

"-half of minor Clark Kent's legal guardianship unit, one Alexander Luther was deemed qualified and competent enough to fraternize-"

Noticing the incredulous look Clark was giving him, Lex cut himself off with an abrupt laugh.  He trailed the fingers of his right hand down Clark's cotton-covered abdomen.  "You are coming with me.  Tomorrow.  After school."

"Really?" he asked suspiciously.

"De facto."

Lex looked so content, Clark was finding it a little hard to focus.  "What?"

"Yes.  It means yes," Lex said softly, pushing himself in to a sitting position and removing his leg from beneath Clark.  "But only if you want it to."

~Foggy brain, Lex.  Can't think.~

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that you don't have to come if you don't want to."

That got through.  Clark rolled his eyes.  "No, I want to stay here instead of spending time with you alone-"  He paused and looked for confirmation.  Lex nodded.  "Alone," he started again, smiling and liking the sound of that word.  "-in the big city."

Lex smirked and raised and eyebrow.  "Big city?"

Not at all ashamed at his rustic wording, Clark refused to look away.  "I'm a farmboy.  Remember?  We-"  He stopped, suddenly remembering all of the work that would have to be done before he left.  "Shit, Lex."

"What?"

His mother couldn’t handle the place alone.  There were too many things for him to do so little time before his father got back.  He sighed.  Lex Luthor charm or not, he couldn't leave his mother with everything so unfinished, and he wondered just how Lex had even sold her on the idea.  "I can't leave."

Lex lowered himself back down again and put his hands behind his head.  "The farming stuff will be taken care of."

Clark smiled humorously.  "Farming stuff?"

Lex shrugged.  "I'm a city boy.  Remember?"

He raised an eyebrow.  "But you make it seem so trivial."

Lex wasn't going to take the guilt trip.  He matched Clark's eyebrow.  "It is.  I don't know all that you little people of the land do-"

"Ouch."

"-but I have hired four more little people, completely reliable-" he added, instantly knowing of Clark's concern.  "-to come and take care of whatever Martha needs while we're away."

Clark nodded, becoming serious.  He was really going with Lex.  His stomach flip-flopped.  "When are we coming back?"

"Late.  Sunday afternoon late, I think."

Clark's eyes narrowed suspiciously.  "What did you tell my mom to get her to let me go away with a Luthor for almost three days without consulting my father?"

Clark felt warm pressure on top of his thigh.  "Other than the fact that we'd be home before Jonathon?"  He nodded and watched as Lex reached up to grab his shirt.  Clark let the older boy pull him down.  "You'll have to wait and see."

"But what di-"  Lex cut him off with a kiss, only to break away a second later.

"What is that smell?"

"Don't change the subject, Lex."

"I changed the subject when I kissed you.  I'm serious now."

"Smell?  What, me?"

"No, the other one.  The one that smells good."

Clark tried to look hurt.  "I thought you liked the way I smell."

"I do, but that doesn't mean you don't stink."

"That hurts."

Lex shrugged.  "Then take a shower.  Is that tomato sauce?"

Clark sniffed the air. "Yup."

"Hmm... I think that's my cue to leave."

Lex pushed a stunned Clark off of him and swung his legs over the bed.  As he stood Clark gripped his arm, dropping his own legs over to sit on the edge of the bed.  "I thought you were staying for dinner."

"I was but-"

"I don't want you to leave."

Lex looked him in the eyes.  "You do.  Believe me."

Clark stood up and looked down at Lex.  "No.  I don't."

He felt Lex's hand on his face, caressing so sweetly it made them both look away.  "I-  Well, how…  If your-"  Lex sighed, gripping Clark's shoulders and gently persuading him to sit down, then tried again.  "You said your mother's a smart woman, right?"

Clark nodded, unsure just where this was going.

He watched Lex's hand move to his face again, briefly grazing his cheek.  Then it moved upward, delving into the black mane on top, and Clark almost passed out.  The overload of erotic stimulations would drive him mad if it lasted too long.  Lex's hands on him were bad enough without the tingles shooting up and down his head, neck and spine.

"Just how would it look if I sat beside or across from you, or whatever, and couldn't look away?"

Clark shivered at his words and felt the older boy touch his free hand to Clark's right knee.  He jumped.  Lex smirked and pushed on Clark's leg, guiding it to the right, then stepping into the space he had effectively forged for himself in between the now spread legs.  He then lifted his left hand to merge within Clark's hair, meeting the other, and Clark's eyes shut of their own volition.  His tongue felt heavy, thick in his mouth, and the rest of his body was suddenly limp with cumbersome weight.

Though he would have rather looked at the pale, bald archangel in front of him, his eyes would no longer answer to his brain- barely working itself- but instead to Lex's hands.  A small moan escaped him as a finger deliberately caressed the nape of his neck.

"What would your mother think or say or do if she saw that I'd rather eat you up than the food?  Because I would."  Clark felt a tug on his hair, and lifted his face.

"Open your eyes," Lex whispered.

Clark did.  The mix between feverish appetite and devotion in Lex's eyes was enough to make Clark pant just a little and his heartbeat increase, but Clark noticed something else there too.  Caution.  Lex wasn't going to let this get out of hand.  At least for himself.

"I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything but you.  And your mother's honor be damned, Clark.  I'd be doing everything within my power to get my fill of you at that table.  I know myself well enough to see that I can't trust my own instincts, but I'll react on them.  I'd want to throw you on the kitchen floor or even the dining room table and-"  He cut himself off, taking a deep breath.

"You can finish," Clark said huskily when the other boy neglected to pick up where he left off.  He was so hard, so stiff and aching that he was starting to relate to Lex's earlier problem in the stairwell.

Thank God Lex hadn't touched his dick.

Lex let go off Clark's hair and, bending down, put his arms on either side of the farmboy.  He leaned in close, pressing his face to Clark's, lips moist and brushing against the tip of Clark's right ear.  "I'd want to fuck you.  Hard."

Clark blushed fiercely, his whole body aflame, and Lex pulled back.

"Somehow, I doubt that's normal suppertime entertainment at the Kent abode."

Clark could only shake his head 'no', agreeing.  It was definitely not the usual accompaniment to his mother's pasta.

"So, I think it would be best for all parties involved if I suddenly got a phone call and had to take off in my fast and flashy penile extension towards my father's own compensation of the like."

Clark nodded, amazed that he could still activate on such low awareness of his surroundings.  Low awareness of anything but Lex.  "I could certainly see how you'd come to that conclusion."

"Good."  Lex bent back down to kiss Clark chastely on the lips.  "I'll see you tomorrow after school then."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

To be continued...