Chapter Five: Smooth Criminal

"They did everything?" he asked tossing the duffel down the stairs and to his mother.  The bag was only filled with two shirts, two pairs of pants and various toiletries, so it was caught easily.

"Everything for the day."

"Wow."  He felt a little jealous that even with his abilities he was unable to accomplish what Lex's money provided.  "That's a lot of work."

"Well, there were a lot of them, Clark.  They're coming back tomorrow and Sunday.  They'll have all of the chores done by the time you get back."

"Wow."  It was all he could think to say.

"Yes, well, your father will certainly be- surprised."

He caught her tone, knowing that she was dreading Jonathon's reaction, not just to the fact that Martha had excepted Lex Luthor's aid on the family farm, but that their seventeen year old son had taken off to the city for almost two whole days with the aforementioned boy.  Without Jonathon's permission and with the absolute knowledge that the answer would have been 'no'.

Not to mention the fact that Clark would be leaving his mother alone until Sunday afternoon.  He and Martha were fine with this, knowing she was more than capable of taking care of herself, but his father still had some warped vision of women being helpless.  Even more than twenty years of marriage could not dissuade him from his 'Little House on the Prairie' beliefs.

"You know-"  He swallowed, about to say the hardest thing to his mother since he'd asked her about masturbation, being too ashamed to approach his father.  "It's- It's not too late to cancel."

She gave him a tired half-smile.  "I think we both know that isn't true."

"No, really-"

"You're not going to cancel anything, Clark.  Your father will just have to... accept it."

He gave her a huge grin.  "Thanks."

"That's what I thought.  Now hurry and take your shower before Lex gets here."

He ran back into his room to grab towels, then split for the bathroom.

The bus had gotten a flat tire on the way home, though what in the world had punctured the tire they'd never know.  Many of the kids including him, Pete, and Chloe had taken off in the directions of their houses, and he really, really wished that he could have just run home.  But instead he'd been forced to trudge alongside his very slow pals.  Pals that were apparently trying to under-pace snails, completely unaware of his date with Lex Luthor.

Lana, on the other hand, knew.  He had told her in the hallway on a pit-stop to his next class. She'd been thrilled, though she had no idea just what Clark and Lex had done together, how far they'd gone.  She had no idea just what Clark wanted to do with Lex, wanted to do to Lex, this weekend and he couldn't imagine the look on her face if she had.

Clark turned on the shower and got in, thinking about it.

Anger, passion, lust...  Primal sex, fucking rough and hard on the floor of an office...  It didn't seem like it would be Lana's ideal sexual situation.  He would have never, not in a million years, guessed that it was his.  But the memory of Lex telling Clark to fuck him, of him asking for more, of Lex sitting on top of him, impaling himself, riding him so furiously...  He wouldn't lie to himself.  He wanted that again.  And again.

It wasn't the only thing he wanted, though.  Yesterday afternoon, before a dinner unfortunately lacking an occupant, the look on Lex's face, the pure love, the absolute devotion that had shown through for just a moment...  Even if the withdrawn Luthor was currently incapable of verbally corroborating it, the expression, the sentiment had been there.

That was what he wanted.  All the rest was wonderful, but he had finally found the right face to memorize, the right countenance to keep permanently in his memory.  The expression at Lex's house earlier Thursday, the one he had though about remembering when he first saw it...  That had been nice, filled with affection and relief, but it wasn't as poignant and true as the one that had crossed Lex's face as he lay beneath Clark, not horny, or relieved but content to just be there.

He wondered how long it had been since Lex was content.

He grabbed the soap taking his time, but not going too slowly.  He did still have to make up for lost time thanks to the stupid school bus.

Sex seemed pretty varied to Clark, but at the same time it could all be the same.  Romantic, pornographic, sensual, primal.  They all seemed like labels, and labels really do differ from person to person, their meanings fluctuating between each individual's sense of right and wrong, sexy and perverse.  As long as it was him and Lex and they were alone together, he'd be happy and that fact was teaching him a lot.  That sex was just sex, incredible, sure, but it was an instinct.  It was only made more by emotions running strong between two lovers.  Something to be shared, a physical manifestation of happiness and love.  Sex didn't make the person unless they allowed it to.  The person could still make themselves despite sexual preferences and the ones that did seemed more confident.

Lex, as confident as he was, seemed to have already received that bit of enlightenment.

He rushed through the rest of the shower, making sure that he got every body part as sparkling clean as possible, washed his hair, then brushed his teeth, all under two minutes.

He shook his head until his hair was damp but acceptable and he was only a little dizzy, then ran into his room, closed the door and was halted by a sudden thought.  He'd been so wrapped up in the fact that he was going to Metropolis alone with Lex, that he hadn’t really thought about the actual going process.  The city was about two and a half to three hours away.  That was a pretty long ride, and it would be the longest he and Lex would have ever been together consecutively.  Specifically, consecutively alone.

Three hours.  Alone.  With Lex in the limo.  Alone.

Lex.  And him.  Alone.  For three hours.

He grinned, thinking of everything they could do in that amount of time.  He remembered the brief ride in Lex's limo with Lana and knew for a fact that the floor was long and wide enough for two people to comfortably lay down on.  Not that he wanted to just lie there.

His body hardened thinking about the vibrations of the moving vehicle under their bodies, the road passing less than two feet beneath them at anywhere from 40 to 70 miles an hour.

As they made love.  Long and hard and sweet.

Clark wanted to look good for Lex, wanted to look as enticing as his elegant and composed lover always did, but he knew that he would just have to settle for looking like goofy Clark Kent with the mussed hair and the wrinkled clothes.  That did seem to be working in his favor lately.

After he changed into a tight brown tee, remembering the fact that Lex seemed to appreciate his body's shape and health, a loose sweater to fool his mother, and a pair of loose jeans- safer to not be obvious in front of Martha and just use other ways to tease Lex- he ran down the steps hoping to eat a little something before the limo got to his house.

"Damn bus would have trouble today, you know?" muttered his mother who, knowing her son well, had made sandwiches.  As Clark sat down at the kitchen table she deposited them in front of him along with a large glass of milk, then walked back to the opposite side, sitting down in front of a mammoth pile of tax returns, bills and financial statements.

He frowned.  His mother had been antsy and tense ever since Lex left early last night, and he knew it was Jonathon's presence in her mind.  He didn't want to push his luck but he was curious.  "I still don't know what Lex said to get you to let me go."  He said this with a nonchalant air, but she shook her head, humor glinting in those pale brown eyes.

"Don't even try it, young man."  She gave him a small smile.  "You'll find out when you get there."

"But, I mean-"

"Eat your food."  He smiled and shrugged as if it didn't matter, but the look in his mother's eyes told him she saw through his façade.

After a few minutes of silence wherein Martha calculated debts and Clark scarfed down food, Martha spoke, a little detached, but clearly making conversation with the son she loved until he left and she was alone for two days.  Clark wondered briefly what she'd do with very little farmwork, no one to feed but herself and more than a whole day of time to kill.

"So how did that English homework go last night?  Lex help any?"

He nodded and swallowed exaggeratedly, taking a sip of his already half gone milk and using the time to come up with something.  "Oh, yeah.  He's really good at that stuff.  Caught a few mistakes in my report before he had to go."

He took the last bite of his sandwich, then looked at his mother.  She had her eyes closed, rubbing her temples, face towards the papers she was working on.  "It can't be that bad, Mom," he said worried.  He stood up crossing the length of the table to stand behind her.  "What about the loan from the bank?"

There was no reply, and he realized he'd once again crossed the boundaries into where even he didn't belong.  They didn't want him involved with the financial situation, didn't want him to worry about any of it.  Just to concentrate on schooling and his future.  "I'm sorry, Mom. I know you-"

"Does he know you're seventeen?"  She didn't turn around, but instead kept her back to his.

His chest felt like it had suddenly been shrunk-wrapped and he backed away.

~Shit.~

Biology.  It was biology homework they had said that Lex was going to help him with.

~Oh, God.  Lex, I'm so sorry!  What have I done??~

"Does he?"  Her voice was harsh and tired.

"Yes," he whispered.  "Yes, he asked."  He wasn't about to tell her it was after they'd already had sex once.  That held too many problems in and of itself to even count.  "He was- distressed at the thought of me being too young."  There.  Distressed.  That was a nice word to wrap up Lex's mini-breakdown.

She didn't move.

~This isn't good.  Shit, this so isn't good at all.~

He realized too late that her disinterested look and tone had merely been a ploy to keep him from suspecting her own little conjectures.

There was the sound of tires on gravel.

-Oh, God, Lex.  You couldn't have worse timing, love.-

"Do I want to know how long this has been going on?"

"Depends on if you mean my feelings, or us being together.  Either way I don't think you want to know."

She paused.  "Longer than a month?"

He swallowed.  God this was hard.  "For me- uh, yeah."

"What about the two of you… together?"

"No."

"Just the past few weeks then."

"Yes."  He didn't think his voice could get any weaker than it was, but if she challenged what he and Lex had…  Well, he knew that his voice could get stronger.  Much stronger.

She could tell him not to go to Metropolis with Lex.  That was understandable.  He had been trying to sneak away with his lover, trying to run it under her nose.  It was disrespectful and he'd adhere to her wishes.

She could tell him to stop having sex with Lex and, until he turned eighteen, he would.  As hard as it would be to keep his hands off of the older boy, it would have to be the standard, and he was sure Lex could cope- his eighteenth birthday wasn't that far away.

Martha was his mother after all.  He lived in her house, he was her little boy, still a teenager and for so many other reasons, he would follow her wishes.  She'd never asked anything of him other than what a mother should: love, affection, obedience, to try his best, and all the other morals that seemed to be lacking from many people he knew.  This would be the first request for him to void from an activity -other than ones involving his powers- and he would not ignore it.

But if she told him to stop seeing Lex, stop spending time with him in general, then she'd be speaking to the blind and deaf but definitely not the dumb.

There was a knock at the door.

~Run away, Lex.  You don't want to get in the middle of this.~

"Just a moment!" she yelled calmly.  He had been expecting her to charge over to the front door, rip it open, and start chewing Lex out, and this he very much feared.  Lex had to deal with Lionel, sure, but very few had to deal with a pissed off Martha Kent and only the select lucky few lived to tell the tale.

"You lied to me and your father, Clark.  I don’t appreciate it at all."  He opened his mouth to reply, but the stern look she gave him shut him up quickly.  "However, I can understand your reasons.  Being involved in a relationship with a- with another guy is… well-" she fumbled.

"Strange?" he supplied, his tone nervous and quiet.

"Okay, I'll go with that.  I was thinking more along the lines of 'unexpected' but sure, it's certainly a little strange, too.  And the fact that it's Lex Luthor is not going to go over well with Jonathon.  Not at all."

~Say what?!?~

She saw the panicked expression on his face and held out a hand to shush him.  "You know we do not keep secrets in this household.  We share them.  Some secrets the family keeps together and this will end up being one of them, but don't for an instant think that I'm going to help you lie to your father."

"But-"

"But nothing.  We're going to talk.  Just you and me, young man.  As soon as you get back Sunday.  No Lex, no Dad.  Just you and me, because I can't for an instant believe that you thought I wouldn't catch on to this."

He nodded.  For some reason he didn't want to tell her that he knew she would and didn't really mind.

She took a deep breath.

There was another knock.

"Just a minute, Lex," he called.

No answer.

~Great.  Now you're getting pissed at me, too?  Just wonderful.~

"Are the two of you-" she crossed her arms, blushing, but did not lower her gaze.  "Intimate?"

He blushed an even deeper shade than she did, completely and utterly mortified.  He'd had the sex talk when he was twelve, but this...

An image filled his mind, abrupt as it was powerful.  It was of Lex, his pale, naked body sitting on Clark's lap, swallowing Clark as he pushed himself down.  Clark could feel the floor of the study on his back, could hear the sound of Lex coming on top of him.

~Christ.~

He leaned against the kitchen column, lucky it was behind him, otherwise he would have fallen to the floor.

Martha nodded as his reaction had made the answer obvious.  "I'm not going to tell you not to-" she gestured vaguely to the door where Lex was no doubt growing more impatient.  "-with him.  I was active before seventeen so-"

"Didn't really need to know that."

She glared and he sighed as his attempt at humor bombed.  "It’s not something I'm proud of but not something I'm ashamed of either.  It’s just a fact.  I'd be a hypocrite if I told you not to have sex."

~Not a word I really want to hear from you, Mom.~

"And it's not really like this relationship carries the same problems as if you were seeing Lana."

He rubbed his forehead, feeling the beginnings of a headache.

~Oh, God!  She didn't-  Why doesn't she just come out and say it.  'At least Lex can't get pregnant, Clark.'~

"And I want you to swear to me that you will be careful.  Not just with that, but with your- abilities."  She whispered the last word and he nodded, understanding completely.  He'd already made that pact with himself.

"And try not to-" she looked down at the floor and her chagrin scared him.  What the hell was she afraid to say?  Hadn't the worst come out?

"Christ.  Um, when you're- getting close to him... When you're together, Clark…  Just try not to hurt him, or anything thing, okay?"

He felt queasy, sick to his stomach with embarrassment, his head now viciously pounding...  He was pretty sure that if he looked around he'd find a piece of meteor floating in mid-air towards him.

"It's the same thing as with playing football, okay?  Emotions get high and you do things that…"  She trailed off.  "You know what I'm getting at, right?"

Clark nodded, surprised that he was able to move at all without falling over.

He didn't feel like telling his mother that this wasn't really news to him.  The warnings had been going off in his head the moment that he climbed on top of Lex.  He'd never had sex before so, even though his body had been screaming for more, his mind had told him to take it easy, to be careful because he didn't want to hurt Lex, to damage his friend.  He'd been alert and waiting for any sign that he was going too far, but he'd not once let things get out of hand.  Of course he couldn't tell his mother that Lex liked it rough and had asked for him to go rougher.  She'd just have to trust his judgement here.

There was another knock at the door.  "Sorry, just another moment, Lex," he called out, voice cracking.

There was a moment of silence, then a calm, indistinguishable voice came from their porch.  "Mr. Kent?"
 
 
 
 
 

To be continued...
 

Hope you don't hate me, but I had to stop this chapter here.  I swear I'm not a sadist [no matter what people say in their emails ;)], and I promise the next piece is coming within two days, probably tomorrow.  So give me lots of nice reviews :oD  ---SHEEPISH GRIN---  Okay, so I now *deserve* any insults coming my way.  Forgive me?

*The song title fits in sarcastic application :o)  I just couldn't say that at the top, lest I give anything away.