Not a virgin anymore, No, Sir.

If there were any lingering doubts about my being a virgin, they left sometime this morning.

We were rolling around on Lex's bed. I was still amazed at how well he was taking to the whole alien thing. I mean, he's known for a couple days and he's already cooler about it than I am. We were kissing and pressing. Oh yes, pressing our dicks together is my new hobby.

Did I mention that we were naked? No? Oh. Well, we were. I used my super speed to get us that way within the blink of an eye. I tell you - sometimes powers are nice things to have.

Incredibly, all his bruises were gone. He didn't flinch from soreness in his muscles. I guess he really is a mutant - a mutant with super-healing abilities. Considering how roughly I handled him right then, maybe we were made for each other. Yeah, maybe it's destiny.

Frankly, I'm not a religious man. I'm less theology and more science fiction, but as Lex's body writhed under mine, I could have sworn I'd found salvation. In his moans were all the sacred hymns of angelic choirs that I'll ever need. He tasted fresh and smelled wonderful. As I left my mark on his neck, I understood what ecstasy could mean.

I could feel that old familiar tingling. Moaning again, I let the warmth wash over me. Then, he started talking. I really didn't want to talk. This felt too good. I'd much rather do this, but eventually I rose up enough to look him in the eye and ask, "What?"

Shakespeare, I am not.

He looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I want more, are you ready for that?"

Was I? My God, the very thought made me moan. I could feel my dick getting painfully hard and it twitched seeking relief. Straining to speak, I replied, "What did you have in mind?"

He didn't say a thing. He just started kneading my ass. Slowly, his fingers crawled to my crack. There he started pushing against my asshole. Immediately, I was on fire. The tingling sensation spread across my entire body, causing me to shake uncontrollably. I started to feel my hold on gravity give way. I held onto Lex's shoulders, but my ass lifted up, pressing back against his hand.

Then, his finger entered me. Just a little. It didn't hurt. It felt strange, different. It was like having an itch scratched that you didn't even realize you had. More amazingly, gravity reclaimed me. I wasn't floating away anymore. I was right up against Lex. Right where I wanted to be. I wanted to speak. I wanted to say I liked this, but warmth and tingles still flooded my body, stealing my ability to speak. So, I did what I could - I whimpered.

I didn't get the response I hoped for.

Lex started to withdraw his finger. I couldn't let him. I reached behind my ass and grabbed his wrist. Holding him in place, I managed to force out, "More."

In response, Lex's eyes darkened. He nodded and I let go. He grabbed a hold of the back of my head and kissed me roughly. With a quick shift, Lex rolled me onto my back. Straddling my hips, he sat straight up.

I couldn't help it - I whimpered again.

Pressing against my shoulders, Lex smiled as he looked at me. The scrutiny made me feel uncomfortable and I reached up to pull him back down. He grabbed my hands. Interlacing our fingers, he pushed them down onto the mattress on either side of my head. A breath away, he gave me a quick kiss before saying, "Keep them right here, okay?"

Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, I nodded.

His smile spread across his face even more at this. Letting go slowly, his fingertips trailed down my arms and onto my chest. An inch at a time, he lifted up and moved down my body until his face brushed against my dick. He licked it with just a flick of his tongue and I started to move my hands down.

"No. Keep your hands there."

Looking down, I felt like I could barely breathe as I whispered, "But I want to touch you."

"You're touching me now." Nimbly, he darted his tongue out. Running it across the head of my cock. Looking up at the ceiling, I heard him say, "See? You're touching me."

Swallowing hard, I looked back down at him. He looked at me as he wrapped his fingers around the base of my shaft, where the shaft swells a little more than the rest. He slowly increased pressure with his thumb and two fingers. Gently, he nudged my thighs apart. A moment later, he nestled between them. Looking up one last time, he smiled evilly before he lowered his head and took me in his mouth.

It was so warm, so tight, so wet. I felt like I was hot and cold all at the same time. I had goose bumps, but I was sweating too. Keeping my hands where they were, I balled my hands into fists and squeezed my eyes shut. I felt the mushroom tip bump against the back of his throat. With his lips massaging the base of my dick, I moaned loudly as he swallowed. As the muscles of his throat trembled against the head, I shook violently.

I felt him laugh at this as he leveraged more weight on my thighs. Suddenly, he found the perfect way to keep me still as he clutched my balls and started rolling them, massaging them. My entire body tensed. Each muscle pulled taut, drawing inward toward my groin. I came, shaking, raising my back off the mattress as I rocked back and forth.

When I recovered, I looked down. Draped across my thighs, I found Lex with his chin propped on his crossed arms. He wore the most incredible expression of satisfaction I'd ever seen. I sighed, "That was incredible."

"That wasn't even the tip of the iceberg."

"What?"

He pushed up onto his knees. Smoothly, he crawled over to his nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube. About to close the drawer, he looked over at me and asked, "Do you want me to wear a condom? My healing powers keep me from contracting any disease, but if you'd rather, I'll wear one."

Stuttering a bit, I replied, "No. I can't get sick anyway."

He cocked his head to the side at that. I could see his scientific mind at work. Distracting him, I sat up and reached out my hand. Without pause, he took my hand and allowed me to lead him down onto the mattress.

Side-by side, we faced each other but we didn't kiss. We just felt each other - our skin wet with sweat and his cock hard against my groin. We wrapped our arms and legs around each other and held each other. Kissing shoulders, necks and cheeks, we worked our way up to our lips.

Soon, kissing wasn't enough. Pulling away, he looked me in the eyes and commanded, "Get on your stomach."

I trembled at his words. I may not have done this before, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was coming. I wrapped my arms around my head and waited. I felt him pull his pillows out from under the bedspread. Then, I felt his hand on my hip, nudging me onto my knees.

He shoved pillows under my hips until my ass was high in the air without any straining on my part. I heard him open the lube tube and a squirting sound as he emptied out the contents onto the crack of my ass. I started at the shocking chill, but his hand was at the small of my back a moment later, rubbing calming circles.

Then, I felt one of his fingers press against my opening. I started to shake as he pushed into me, burying his finger as far as it could go. I felt him drape his body over mine. I felt his other hand on my shoulder as his mouth whispered beside my ear, "I'm going to make this so good for you, Clark. You'll belong to me. You'll be mine forever."

Nodding my head, I whimpered again as he forced another finger into me. My shaking grew and he shushed at me. His breath was hot against the side of my face and my skin seemed to burn as our sweat mingled. Then, he twisted his fingers one way then the other. On a down turn, he bumped against something inside me. I saw stars and my erection came back.

"You like that, huh?"

All I could do was nod.

He pulled away from me, fingers and all. He pushed my knees further apart and shuffled between them. He continued to rub that sweet spot inside of me. With his other hand, he stroked my balls, squeezing them gently until I moaned and rubbed my dick against the pillows beneath me. Then, his hand left my balls and moved to the groove of my hip. He withdrew his fingers. A second later, he positioned his dick against my asshole.

He pushed the head of his dick into me. Letting go of his dick, he used both hands to grip my hips now. Guiding himself into me, he rocked forward, and then retreated. He did this over and over again until his balls slapped against the back of my thighs.

I tensed when he entered me.

He rubbed his thumbs in slow circles as he said, "Relax, Clark. Just relax."

I tried my best to do as he said. I tried to relax and my erection deflated some. I pushed back against him as he rocked forward. Panting heavily, I was grateful when I felt his balls against my thighs. I felt full. I could feel my body rebelling, trying to force him out, but I concentrated on opening further. He leaned over my back and placed a kiss on the back of my neck. He rested his forehead between my shoulder blades as he pressed his hips against my ass.

"So... Fuck."

As he continued to push against me, I felt the shock subside, replaced with a wonderful feeling. Each time he moved inside me, whether it was moving out or going in, he massaged the spot he discovered just a little while ago. It caused my erection to return, becoming painfully hard.

Soon, he gripped my hips even tighter and started to pump in and out of me. Harder. I couldn't believe it when I heard myself tell him to "Fuck me, harder."

He started shifting about, pumping into me from different angles until he found one that caused his dick to come into direct contact with that buzzing spot. At first, it hurt, but then it felt wonderful. My leaking dick got even harder. I was starting to feel desperate to come, but it built slowly.

First, my balls tightened. Then, I couldn't breathe. I became light-headed as my muscles became tense and drew inward toward my groin. Humping the pillow, I rubbed my erection against the pillows as Lex knocked against that incredible spot. My head rocked back and forth, I said things I didn't understand at the time, and I didn't remember saying later.

I stood on a precipice off of which I was trying frantically to throw myself. Finally, I felt myself slip down and the fall came rushing around me. I shook as I felt Lex ram his dick into me all the way. He stayed there within me for a moment as he rode out the tremors skipping across my body. He moaned and slapped my ass just before he started fucking me again.

If I were human, he would have left bruises on my hips. As it was, I slumped over the pillows, rocking forward with every thrust. Roughly, he pumped in and out of me, not really leaving my body much or for very long. A few minutes later, his thrusts became erratic and he flexed his hips hard against me, causing loud smacking sounds. Then, with a sharp intake of air and a tense stillness, he came inside me.

My body convulsed as he came, as his cum fill me. I felt him grow soft as my inner muscles squeezed him. Intensely shaking, Lex pulled out of me and rolled away. He lay there for a minute, until he reached over and pulled my twitching, spent body over to him. He looked at me as he cupped my cheek. Then, his hand slipped down and he fell asleep. I managed to stare at his peaceful face for a moment or two before I followed his lead.

 

Flying Smallville style.

I woke up feeling safer than I'd felt since that day the sky fell on me. Strong arms were wrapped around me, arms that without the sky falling I'd have never known. His body was warm pressed against me. The smell of come heavy in the air, my cock covered with dried come and lube.

He'd let me bareback him, a fact I found a little amazing in spite of the fact that he knew of my healing ability and his assurances that he never gets sick. After all, he could only be sure that he'd never contracted the normal childhood illnesses. STD's were on a different level. That single act of faith in me meant more than he'd ever understand.

My alien boy, no longer virgin, no longer really a boy and definitely mine.

His responses had been incredible. If he reacted to his first time this way, how was it going to be once we really got to know each other? He'd babbled at me as I fucked him, partly in English, but partly in a language I'd never heard. The tone and his actions gave me a good indication of what he was saying.

Being inside him had been amazing; he'd milked me dry. I felt a contentment I'd never felt after sex before. That, however, didn't mean I didn't want to do it again. So I moved in even closer and started to wake him. One day he would tell me that nothing on Earth was as sweet as being awoken with kisses.

He moaned and opened his mouth to me; I slipped my tongue inside and coaxed his back to my mouth so that I could suck on it. When I was short of breath, I pulled back to look at him.

"When do you have to be home?"

"It's Friday, Lex. My curfew isn't until midnight."

"But you're with me. I thought that might change things."

"No, Mom just said not to eat you out of house and home."

"Are you hungry?"

"Not for food."

I grinned at him and pressed my lips to his again. We spent several minutes kissing before I whispered in his ear. "I loved fucking you. It felt so good being in you."

"Wanna do it again?"

"I had something a little different in mind."

He sucked in a deep breath, "What?"

"I think it's your turn. Do you want that?"

"You mean, me in you?"

"Yes, does that surprise you?"

"A little."

"I like being the receiver sometimes, Clark. I have a feeling I'm going to like it even better with you." I squeezed his dick. "I've always been a bit of a size queen."

He grinned at me then, and I knew he'd noticed he was larger than average and was a little smug about that. I decided that the first time I should be in control, for safety's sake. He'd never hurt me deliberately, and I wasn't afraid of damage when I knew I'd heal. I was worried that in the excitement of his first time in my ass he might tear me enough that I'd need a doctor's services. That would be a huge issue to get past and I wanted nothing to delay our life together.

He rolled us and started to pump against me. And I rode the wave with him for a few minutes. Then I kissed him hard and pulled back.

"Clark, I want you to get comfortable with your back against the headboard."

He looked a little puzzled but moved to do as I asked. I got off the bed and waited until he arranged the pillows and was sitting against them. Then I grabbed the lube and straddled his lap. For a few minutes, I kissed him, gripping his head and grinding our dicks together.

After a few minutes, I pulled back and grabbed the lube. Scooting back so that I could reach him easily, I squirted a healthy portion on my hand and used it to coat him. Then holding him at the base, I shifted until I was hovering over him.

His eyes were large in his face as he watched me. I bent to kiss him with his cockhead resting against my hole. Pulling back, I locked eyes with him as I sank down on his dick.

"Oh God, Lex."

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

He moaned and shifted under me lifting us in the air. I tightened my hold on him as we rose higher together. His hands gripped my ass as he sucked at my throat again. We bumped against the ceiling and I chuckled into his hair. Flexing my ass around him I smiled into his surprised eyes as he pulled back to look at me.

"This would be easier to do if I had some leverage, Clark." He seemed to realize where we were at that point. He groaned and hid his face against me. "Do you think you can get us down?"

"Lexxxxx!"

I could feel the heat of his blush against me. So I wrapped my legs around his body, one hand in his hair and the other rubbing his back. And I waited. After a couple of minutes, we dropped back to the bed and bounced.

Neither of us had lost our hard-ons so I shifted to work myself on his cock. He whimpered as I pulled up and then dropped hard on him. Yanking on his hair, I pulled him back so I could watch his eyes as I rode him.

As his eyes lost, focus and his hands tightened on my hips I moved faster. He was getting close and my hips were protesting his grip. I could almost feel the bruises forming.

"Clark, focus on me. I want you to come, Clark. Come now!"

I dropped harder than before and tightened down as much as I could around him. He convulsed under me, his nails digging in as his cock throbbed inside me. As soon as he went limp, I grabbed my own dick and with a few pulls came against his chest. Then I just put my head on his shoulder and waited for us both to come down.

 

How to say this?

My head was spinning. We just did it again. Twice in one day - Is that a record? Probably not.

Sitting there, I thought I dented his headboard when I flung my head back. As I panted, I could feel his head on my shoulder and I was overcome with the need to protect, to hold him close. Wrapping my arms around him, I looked down at him. Curled up against me, he seemed so vulnerable. It made me hold him even tighter.

I glanced at the ceiling and grimaced. I hurt Lex. I hit his head against the ceiling. I bruised him and drew blood. All because I lost control. I don't like losing control. People get hurt. People have gotten hurt. People have died.

He laughed it off, but then, like I said, he's cooler about this whole alien thing than I am.

At first, it felt so good. To be wrapped in warmth and clinching muscles; it was better than the last time. I got so caught up in the feeling that I didn't even notice we'd floated upward until Lex started laughing. I just remember looking up at his smiling face and realizing there was nothing under us but air.

Embarrassed, I hid my face against his chest and groaned, "Lex." I thought, 'Why me? What have I done to deserve this?'

At this point, Lex started talking again (I've got to find out how he stays so rational during sex). "This would be easier to do if I had some leverage, Clark. Do you think you can get us down?"

What Lex didn't know was that I hadn't exactly perfected that part yet. It just seemed to happen. One minute, I was up. The next minute, I was down. For the next couple minutes, I felt him squirm on my lap as he locked his ankles behind me. (Wow, he's limber, too.) As he started rubbing my back and stroking my hair, I realized how ridiculous this looked. I imagined a deep, dark abyss and then willed myself to fall into it and be swallowed up for eternity.

Suddenly, we dropped like stones. Thankfully, the bed was beneath us and we bounced upon contact. God bless him, Lex didn't miss a beat. He just started riding my shaft like we hadn't just been floating in mid-air for the past few minutes.

Like I said - he's cooler than I am.

He pulled my head up, but it was hard to focus on Lex. I concentrated more on keeping my hold on gravity. I could feel him sinking down and going up again, but all I could think of was that I wanted to stay on the bed. I was so preoccupied; I couldn't even help him get off. All I could do was grip onto his hips, holding them like they were anchors.

Although my attention was split, I could feel my orgasm approaching, but I feared it as my control started to slip. I felt my hands grip his hips painfully. Looking in his eyes, I noticed that he flinched ever so slightly when my fingernails dug into his flesh, tearing at his skin.

In some ways, I just wanted this to finish. I wanted to come and be done with it. But mostly, I just wanted to stop hurting him. So when Lex said, "Clark, focus on me. I want you to come, Clark. Come now!"

I did just that. I came. I gripped his hips even tighter and drew blood. As I came, I felt my hold on gravity slip. Holding him desperately, I fought for control. Finally, I felt Lex jerk himself off, his come splashing between us.

As he laid his head on my shoulder, I unlocked my hands from his hips. In frustration, I slammed my head back against the headboard, causing the before-mentioned dent. Now, I'm trying to calm my hyper heart and find a way to apologize to Lex.

Slowly, I placed a shaking hand on his head. Then, I half-whispered, half-cried, "I'm so sorry."

 

Pillow Talk

"I'm so sorry."
The heartbreak in his voice brought me up short. The last thing I'd expected had been unhappiness. I looked into his eyes and knew I had to stop whatever destructive path his mind was taking, to do that I had to know what he was thinking.

"What are you sorry about, Clark?"

He raised his hands and I could see my blood under his nails. That was an easy fix; I'd trim his nails. He moved his head and I saw the dent in the bed, another minor problem.

"Clark, I can get another bed. As for this – I heal quickly, in a couple of hours it'll be like it never happened."

"But it did, Lex. I hurt you. This is what my parents have been warning me about all my life."

He tried to push me off of him at that point and I held on as tightly as I could. I clinched with every muscle possible, including my ass.

"Clark, listen to me. Normal, human men and women have clawed me and I've bled far more than this. It's human nature to grip your lover when you climax, so don't be thinking you did any weird alien thing here. We just need to trim your nails."

"No human ever banged your head on the ceiling."

"Banged, Clark? We floated up there, I barely felt it when we hit. Besides, I never made anyone feel so good before that they defied gravity."

"Lex, this isn't funny. I could seriously hurt you."

"You haven't yet. And I don't think you're capable of really hurting me."

"I don't want to, Lex, I can't stand the thought that I might hurt you."

I pressed my lips to his and didn't let go until he responded. Pulling back, I smiled at him.

"Now stop worrying about this. Every couple has to learn about each other. This isn't the last time things won't go quite as we expect. That's all part of the magic of beginning a relationship."

He hugged me close and whispered against my throat. "I don't want to lose you."

"You won't. Now promise me you aren't going to run away."

"I promise."

"Let's shower, have some dinner and watch the DVD that came today."

"What is it?"

"I Married an Alien From Outer Space."

He groaned against me, then lifted his head and grinned. "I suppose its part of a double feature playing with Mutant From a Small Town."

"You've already seen it, damn."

I moved off of him and held out my hand. We bathed each other in the shower and as predicted, there was barely any sign of the marks on my hips. I used a nailbrush to clean his hands and after we stepped out of the shower, I pushed him down on the toilet. Getting out my manicure set I trimmed his nails, making them short and even.

"You may have noticed that I keep mine short. Manicures aren't just to make my hands look nice, Clark. They make it possible for me to play without scratching my lover."

"Even without nails I could still hurt you."

"Bruises, yes, but I don't mind visible proof of lover's desire for me. Do you really think you hurt me earlier?"

He bent his head again and the telltale blush worked its way up his face. I gripped his chin and pulled his head up. Looking into his eyes I gave him the truth.

"Clark, passion often sounds and looks like pain. That's why people have a safe word when they play heavy sex games with each other. There has been no pain in any of the things you've done to me. So, get that idea right out of your head. If, and I do mean if, you ever do hurt me, I'll tell you."

"Really?"

"My word on it."

His big hand tugged me down onto his lap; his kiss was so sweet I could have stayed there forever. But he had a curfew and we both needed to eat.

"Come on let's get dressed, at least until after we eat."

He did that thing again and I sighed at having clothing between us. We'd just finished eating when the phone rang. I ignored it and let it go to voice mail. Probably shouldn't have done that.

At least we weren't naked when our uninvited visitor showed up.

 

He knows.

"Get the hell away from my son!"

The loud voice belonging to my father came as a complete shock. One minute, we were making out on the couch. The next, my dad clutched Lex by the shoulders and dragged him off me. Dad spun Lex around and hoisted him up on his toes. Shaking Lex like a rag doll, Dad started yelling again, "You sick bastard. He's only sixteen years old."

Jumping up, I forgot to button up my shirt as I grabbed my Father and wrestled him away from Lex. Struggling against my superior strength, Dad continued to yell as Lex stumbled away. "You're going to jail, Luthor. To jail!"

"Dad, stop. Lex didn't do anything," I said as I backed away from Lex, forcing my Father along for the ride.

Finally, I felt the fury leave him and I cautiously let go. Instantly, he spun around. The moment he laid on eyes on me, the righteous rage in his expression blew away, replaced with disbelief. His eyes traveled over me, taking in my state of undress, my disheveled hair. Slowly, his open mouth morphed from shock to a sneer, complete with an extremely curled lip. Taking a step away from me, he asked, "What's going on here?"

I looked at Lex. I could see curiosity, like he wondered what the answer was, too. Then, I knew this was my job, my burden. Only, I couldn't figure out what to say. A thousand possible responses filled my mind, before I chose one. Swallowing hard, I looked directly at my father and replied, "I'm gay and Lex is my boyfriend."

For the longest time, he did nothing. No noise. No yelling. No movement. To tell you the truth, I couldn't even tell if he was breathing. Silently, I waited for his reaction to my announcement. Then, he started chewing on his bottom lip and I knew it wouldn't be good.

Frankly, I expected more screaming. I thought he'd grab my arm. I didn't put it past him to try to force me to go home. I even half-expected him to take another run at Lex, but he didn't do any of that. He just got very sad before he turned and walked away.

At the door, he gripped the door weakly as he looked back at me and said, "Call your Mother. She's been looking for you all day."

With that said, he left the mansion.

 

It was great while it lasted.

I looked at Clark and ached for him. I wouldn't have wished this on anyone but most of all not on him. He has enough burdens to bear without this one. I'd hoped we could keep this between us a while longer. Wait until I had a chance to prove to the Kents that I'm not my father.

I'd been curious as to what he'd say when the time came. I hadn't expected it to be this sudden. I'd held my breath as I waited to see how he'd answer his father's question.

"I'm gay and Lex is my boyfriend."

The words rang out clear, with no doubt in them. He had classified himself and claimed me all in one sentence. I expected Jonathan to launch himself at me again. The defeated droop of his shoulders as he walked away from us shocked me more than being pulled from Clark earlier.

"Call your mother. She's been looking for you all day."

He left and Clark wilted, his pain clear to see. I moved over to him, touching him hesitantly. He grabbed me, crushing the air out of my lungs.

"Lex, I hurt him."

"We'll work it out, Clark."

He burrowed into my neck and his breath hitched. I rubbed his back as I thought over Jonathan's last words. I'd thought that Martha knew he was with me. His response when I'd asked when he needed to get home, led me to believe that.

"Clark, why was your mother looking for you? I thought she knew you were here."

"I didn't exactly tell her I planned to be here all day."

"Where was she expecting you to be?"

"At the Talon."

"Clark, first rule of successful lying is to make sure you get someone to cover for you."

"I didn't expect her to be calling for me."

"Clark, you've been acting differently this last week. That was bound to set off flags in a mother's mind. You should call her."

"What am I going to say?"

"I'm pretty sure your father will tell her what you said to him. So just be a good son and tell her that you're sorry you worried her."

I led him to the desk and put the phone in his hand. I moved away from him, headed for the door to give him privacy, but he was suddenly in front of me. "Don't go, Lex."

"I was just giving you some privacy, in case you want to recant your statement. I can understand that you might need to do that, I just don't want to hear it when you do."

He squared his shoulders and glared at me. "It's out in the open and I won't take it back. I have enough lies in my life, I don't want more if I can avoid them."

"Come to see me on visiting days?"

"Lex, don't joke about that."

"I'm not joking, Clark. Your father could have me arrested."

"All he can say is he saw us kissing. He'd need me to say we did more. He won't take a chance on me being examined by a doctor and it's not like with a woman or even a human man."

I knew he meant there'd be no sign of damaged tissues. "If you were swabbed right now they'd find my DNA in your ass."

"He won't take it that far. I know he won't. Besides, who would believe you could force me."

"Not physically, Clark, but rich men have taken advantage of less well to do, pretty young things for generations. They might think I'd 'bought' your cooperation in other ways."

"That's just stupid."

"Clark, call your mother. We can talk more later."

I needed to distance myself but knew he'd misunderstand. So I walked over to the sofa and sat. He picked up the phone just as it rang.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Mom. /// He wasn't forcing me, Mom. He'd never do that. /// I've known since I first met him that I wanted him. /// I'm not a little boy anymore, this is who I am and I'm in love with him. If you can't accept that I'm sorry."

He replaced the phone. Almost immediately, it started to ring again. He looked at me but made no move to pick it up. I moved to the desk and retrieved the phone.

"Hello."

"Lex, I'd like to speak to Clark."

"Clark."

I held out the phone but he backed away.

"Mrs. Kent, he won't take the phone."

"Lex, I don't know what to say. I want my son home. Frankly, I expected better from you. I knew the stories about you but I never expected you to take advantage of Clark."

"Mrs. Kent, I know it's easy for you to blame me, but I haven't forced Clark. He's far too precious for me to risk that. I know it will take time to get used to this new side of your son but I have no doubt you will cope."

"Lex, right now I really don't care about your opinions. Send my son home or I'll send the sheriff to collect him."

"I'll tell him of your wishes, I'll even encourage him to comply, but he's no longer a little boy."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that he makes his own decisions. I don't intend to treat him as a child, or order him around."

"But you'll let him carry the stigma of being your boy toy."

I would have been surprised at Martha Kent knowing that term if not for the fact that I knew she grew up in Metropolis. I wrote off her venom to finding out her son was even more outside the norm than she'd thought.

"I will protect him from that as much as I can, but in the end it is his choice to be with me and we will take care of each other."

"Until you get tired of him."

"More likely it will go the other way. I'll give him your message."

I put the phone down and looked at him standing there waiting for the next shoe to drop.

"She wants you to come home. She threatened to send the sheriff for you if you don't go."

I kept as much of my emotions as possible out of my face. Our relationship was still so new and his parents' approval so important to him, I worried that it would be the end of us.

He pulled me close and kissed me. I let myself melt against him, wishing we'd had more time.

 

Strangers

As I traveled homeward, I realized that my parents were like strangers to me then. I wondered if this was normal. Did all children wake up one morning to find their parents became unrecognizable sometime during the night? Or was it just me?

Sadly, I recalled the look on my Father's face. It seemed like all the life drained from him at that moment, pooling at his feet, waiting to be left behind. How do you respond to something like that? At least, if he had yelled, screamed or destroyed something, I could have understood. There would have been a passion worth for.

Instead, he was a shell and I made him that way.

All my life, I wanted to be everything my parents wanted for me. I did my chores. I made good grades. I was careful. Most importantly, I was a good son. I worked hard and never complained. I sang the songs they sang and caught myself saying things they only said.

In return, I got so much love. I was their darling boy. The gift from God. The miracle. I stood ten feet tall in their eyes. I was the vehicle by which all their dreams would come true someday. Every unlived, unmet goal became possible again in me. I was the essence of vicarious potential.

Or, at least, I was.

As I ran my hand slowly over our mailbox, I remembered my earlier phone call with my mother.

"Clark, is that you?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Oh God. Your father just told me. Clark, you know you can tell me. Did he hurt you, did he make you do it, honey?"

"He wasn't forcing me, Mom. He'd never do that."

"Don't tell me what he'd never do. I thought he'd never do something like this. Just tell me, Clark. Tell me the truth."

"I've known since I first met him that I wanted him."

"Don't say that. You can't mean that. You're just a little boy. MY little boy."

"I'm not a little boy anymore, this is who I am and I'm in love with him. If you can't accept that, I'm sorry."

I hung up on her. Then, I refused her call. This is a woman who I'd never so much as sworn in front of before. Yet, I disrespected her and, at the time, didn't feel the least bit bad about it. Of course, in the years since, I've regretted it a lot, most every day.

There's a relationship a man holds with his mother that's unlike any other relationship he will ever have. There will never be another center of the universe so bright and complete as one's mother. Not the one she becomes. Not the mother who shrinks away. Not the mother who pulls out of your arms before you're ready for the embrace to end. Not even the mother who looks away from you. No, it's the mother who hugged you tightly even when she was sick. The mother who kissed your cheek and did everything for you. The one who made you feel strong and powerful because you picked up the coffee table and lifted it over your head when you were only four years old.

I'd kill for the mother she was, but that woman died the day she found out I was gay.

As I walked up to the front door, I wondered what was waiting for me. I pulled out my key, but never used it. The door opened before I got the chance. They were standing there, staring at me. I couldn't believe it. Their eyes. Their grim expressions made them strangers to me.

Cautiously, I entered the house and waited. It didn't take long.

"This is not acceptable."

"No son of mine would ever do something like this."

"We're going to keep you away from this bad influence."

"You're not to see that Luthor again."

Dizzy, I swallowed hard. Looking back at my parents, my mouth fell open as I listened. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "You're not keeping me from Lex."

My father stepped toward me and said, "I won't have to, the Sheriff will do that for me."

"What?"

"I called the Sheriff when I got home. Your little boyfriend should be getting a visitor right about now."

Just then, my mother chimed in, "Clark, you're so young. You don't remember, but rumors have circulated about Lex for years. We were always afraid for you, but we thought your strength would protect you. I guess I didn't realize how manipulative he is."

"You need proof. There's no proof."

My Father said, "There's proof. I'm the witness."

"All you saw was us kissing."

"This is Kansas, Clark. That sort of thing is illegal, especially with a sixteen year old."

"They won't arrest him. I can't believe they would do that to him."

"You're probably right, but the scandal will get rid of him just as easily. In the end, he'll be gone and things can get back to normal around here."

Staring at them, I shook my head as I backed away from the strangers my parents had become. With nowhere left to go, I headed for my bedroom. As I closed the door behind me, I thought that, no doubt, Lex met his unexpected visitor already. There was nothing more I could do tonight. Sitting on my bed, I looked out my bedroom window and fought back the tears.

 

Lionel and Jonathan agree on one thing.

I clung to him for a long kiss before sending him home to them. I slipped a cell phone into his pocket as I whispered, "I love you." into his ear. I wished there was some way to protect him from the things to come. But coming out carries baggage at any age and no one can really protect you, you just have to ride it out as best you can.

I wasn't surprised when the Sheriff showed up at the door. I'd already called my lawyer and my publicity manager. They had barely booked me and put me in a cell when my lawyer arrived with the paperwork to get me out. Money has its advantages.

Of course, he brought a demand from my father as well. By midnight, I was standing in Lionel's office waiting for his lecture. He didn't disappoint me.

"Lex, boy, how could you be so careless? If you must indulge in young boys, there are plenty to be bought right here in town."

"This is none of your business Dad."

"Of course, it's my business, Lex. It will take some fancy tap dancing to keep this out of the tabloids."

"You know this will never make it to trial. I would never rape Clark Kent."

"I have no doubt that young Master Kent was willing. I've seen the way he looks at you. And his parents really can't afford to cross me. A fact that they will be reminded of by our attorney first thing in the morning."

"What does that mean?"

"Let's just say I helped with Clark's adoption. Had you confided in me about your desire for the boy I would have arranged things for you. But now I'm forced to clean up your mess."

"What did you have to do with Clark's adoption?"

"You don't need to concern yourself. The limo is outside and the jet is fueled."

"What are you talking about?"

"I need you to take care of some things for me in Japan. Shouldn't take you more than a couple of weeks. That should be enough time to get everything cooled down here."

"I want you to stay out of this and stay away from the Kents. I'll work things out. And I really don't like the idea that you think you could 'arrange' for Clark to be my whore."

"Lex, if you won't let me take care of things with the Kents then I want you to stay away from that boy. Your future will be ruined by an association with him."

"So it's okay to use him as a whore if you blackmail his parents, but otherwise it'll ruin my life. Stay away from them, Dad, I'm warning you."

"Son, don't get so upset. I'm really trying to look after your interests."

"Don't concern yourself." I couldn't suppress the sarcasm I felt.

"I do need you to go to Japan for me. If you do that, I'll stay away from the Kents. I give you my word, I'll let the lawyers handle this."

"I'll go, but if I find out you went to them…"

"Lex, son, I gave you my word."

I let it drop. In the limo, I dialed the number for the cell phone I'd put in Clark's pocket and prayed he'd answer. It rang several times before he picked up.

"Hello."

"Clark, it's me."

"Lex, God, it's so good to hear your voice. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine for someone who was arrested for attempted rape a few hours ago."

"What?!"

"I'm on my way to the airport, so I need to make this fast. My father may show up there even though he promised me he'd let the lawyers handle everything."

"What? Why would he come here?"

"Clark, he had something to do with your adoption, I'm not sure what. I just want you to know I have nothing to do with his blackmail attempts or his attitude that he can turn you into a whore for me. No matter what he says, do not believe that."

"Lex, I know you don't see me that way."

"He's fucked up so many things in my life, Clark. And he and your father do agree on this, they don't want us together."

"Lex, it's like I don't know them anymore. I'm still the same person I was yesterday, but they looked at me like I was a stranger. Why is it easy to accept that I'm an alien but not that I'm gay. Maybe gay is normal where I'm from."

"We'll probably never know the answer to that. Clark, we're here, I have to get off the phone. I'm doing as my father asked and taking care of some business in Japan. I'll call you as often as I can."

"Lex, I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too. I wish I could make this easier. I have to go; you do understand that, right? Your folks will calm down if they know I'm out of the country and maybe for once Lionel will keep his word to me."

"I understand."

He sounded so dejected I wanted to order the driver to take me back to Smallville, but I knew it would be adding fuel to the fire.

"Clark, I want you to do something for me, will you?"

"Yes, Lex, anything."

"No matter how bad it gets or what anyone says to you, remember that I love you. Know that if we stay strong and believe in each other we can get past this. The day will come when no one can stop us being together. Hold on to that and call me anytime you need to."

"I will, Lex."

"Good, I have to hang up now, we're about to take off. By the way, Clark, the charger for the phone is in my bedroom, go over and get it when you can."

"I will. Be careful. I love you."

"Me, too. Bye."

I clicked off the phone and settled into the seat. I tried to sleep but it was impossible with my mind and my heart lying in a narrow bed on a farm in Smallville.

 

Interlude over the Pacific

I tried to concentrate on the reports that my father had sent with me, but all I could think of was that it looked like I was running away. Granted, I couldn't see any other way to deal with the situation, putting space between the Kents and me might give them time to come to terms with the fact that their son is gay.

I could understand their anger. They'd spent years protecting him and trying to give him as normal a life as possible under the circumstances. Then I come along and he tells them he's gay.

My reputation was such that I couldn't blame them. I'd been wild, done drugs, fucked anyone who had been willing. And now I wanted to fuck their baby. I could only imagine how they would react once they found out I knew the truth about his origins.

But I worried about how he would get through this. His voice when we spoke had sounded so sad. Actually, I was worried that without me there he might break. My father would have a field day if he found out how desperately in love I was with a boy he'd never consider my equal.

My mind drifted to the conversation with my father. Once I landed in Japan, I'd need to try and track down how he could have been involved in Clark's adoption. The more knowledge I obtained, the more I'd be able to protect him.

Finally, the stress and lack of sleep caught up with me and I drifted into an uneasy sleep.

 

Long Distance Phonecalls

"I will. Be careful. I love you."

"Me, too. Bye."

Then, the phone was silent. I turned it off and snapped it shut. For a few minutes, I just stared at it. A sense of hopelessness filled me. All I could think was - This isn't right. I'm sixteen years old. I should feel immortal and idealistic.

Suddenly, the sound of a car driving up to the house brought me out of my slump. Looking out my bedroom window, I noticed the telltale sign of Lionel Luthor meddling - A black sedan with black-tinted windows. I expected Lionel himself to exit the vehicle, but instead, two men wearing expensive gray suits stepped out of the car.

Grasping their briefcases, they walked up to the front door. Wondering what they were going to do, I dressed quickly and rushed downstairs. I reached the bottom stair just in time to hear one of the men say, "You've been served."

Looking at the front door, I saw my father and mother holding folded papers. They tore the packets open and stared at the contents as my father said, "What is this all about?"

As one of the men closed his briefcase, the other answered my Father, "The papers are in order. You may want to consult with your attorney before making the requested appearance. Good day."

The two men nodded and flashed feral smiles before turning around, getting in their car and driving away.

Growling, my father slammed the door shut. Staring closer at the documents, he muttered, "I can't believe this."

Without looking up, he yelled, "Clark, get down here!"

Clearing my throat, I called attention to myself. Doing a double take, my father stared at me for a second before waving the subpoena in the air. "Do you see this?"

"Yeah, I see it."

"It's a subpoena for a deposition. Whatever that is."

"A deposition is when a person is questioned under oath, but not in court."

Slowly, my mother asked, "How do you know that?"

"Pete's mom is a judge. She does a lot of shop-talk at home."

Quickly, they both said, "Oh."

Flipping through the papers, my mother sighed, "It's for this Tuesday. We can't get an attorney that soon. What are we going to do, Jonathan?"

Before he answered her, my father glanced at me with angry, resentful eyes. "We'll think of something, Martha. Don't worry."

The next couple days flew by. Every job on the farm that my father had been putting off got done. They never let me out of their sight except when I went to sleep. With the exception of orders being issued, the house grew silent. My parents didn't even speak to each other. In fact, the only sounds I heard occurred Tuesday morning.

On the morning of the deposition, I awoke to the sound of crying. It took me a moment to realize it was coming from my bedside. I stayed perfectly still so the person wouldn't know I was awake. That was when I heard her voice. My mother sobbed softly, "Why? Why, my boy? Why? Why, my boy?"

My heart broke when I heard it. Still, I let her chant for a couple minutes before I turned on my side and made a big to-do about it. She gasped and then fell perfectly silent. I don't think she even breathed. After I settled again, I heard her stand up. At first, she stepped forward. She felt extremely close like she was going to touch my forehead, but at the last minute, she pulled away. Quickly, she turned around and left my room.

Rolling onto my back, I let tears fill my eyes. I even let one slide down toward my ear. Then, I wiped my tears away and sat up. Reaching for the phone Lex gave me, I pulled it out from behind some books on my bookcase. Punching the number from heart, I waited as it rang, wondering what time it was in Japan.

"Luthor, here."

"Hey, Lex."

"Clark? Thank God. I was beginning to think your parents found the phone and took it away."

"No. I just haven't been able to go to the mansion yet. So, I was afraid to use the juice without any way to recharge the thing."

"Well, I'm glad you called. How are you holding up?"

"Well as can be expected, I guess."

"Did my father ever materialize?"

"No. Some guys were here a couple days ago. They served my parents for a deposition. It's going to happen today."

"Aww. Lawyers. Well, maybe my father is going to keep his word after all."

"Crazier things have been known to happen."

"Not with Lionel Luthor. Keep an eye out, Clark. I wouldn't put anything past him."

"Okay, I'll do that."

From downstairs, I heard my father yell, "Clark, get down here."

Sadly, I said, "Lex, my dad is calling for me. I need to go."

I could hear the sadness in his voice as he replied, "Okay. Call me later."

"Okay. Oh and Lex, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure. Anything. What do you want to know?"

"What time is it where you are?"

I heard Lex laugh before he answered, "9:43 PM."

"Cool, bye."

"Bye, Clark."

I smiled as I descended the stairs, but sported a sullen expression once my parents came into view. They were dressed in their "going to the bank" clothes. My Father pointed out toward the fields and rattled off a series of chores he expected done by the time they returned. They left the house and climbed into the truck. A moment later, they were gone.

A second after that, I super-sped to the mansion. I retrieved the charger for the cell phone and headed back to the farm. I worked on my chores. I really didn't need more problems with my parents. Halfway through my chores, I remembered Lex's warning. 'Keep an eye out, Clark. I wouldn't put anything past him.' Suddenly afraid for my parents, I changed course, heading for Metropolis, where the deposition was scheduled to take place at 10:00am.

I arrived at 9:45 a.m. In Metropolis, it took a while for me to find the place. Once I did, I found the right office using my x-ray vision. Honing in on my parents voices, I eavesdropped on the conversation. It started blandly enough. My parents and the LuthorCorp attorneys made their introductions. My parents were asked if they wanted any coffee. They were asked when their attorney would be arriving. My parents replied that they had no attorney. The attorneys made excuses to leave the room, but said they'd be right back.

After that, Lionel Luthor and a couple of serious men entered the room. He sat down across from my parents and waited. A moment later, a secretary entered with a coffee and tea service. She poured out cups of coffee for everyone and left. Picking up his coffee, Lionel sipped from it as my father jumped up, "Luthor, what is this all about? There is no deposition today, is there? It's all a ruse, isn't it?"

Putting down his cup of coffee, Lionel interlaced his fingers before replying. "Mr. Kent, sit down. There will a deposition here today. The only question is what will be said when the stenographer gets here."

"You think you can intimidate us, Luthor. Not after what your son did."

"I beg to differ. I know several things about you. I know you used forged documents to adopt Clark. I know you convinced your fellow farmers to enter into contracts with me you knew were not in their best interests. Now, you may not care about your son since he became used trade, but I wager your standing in the community and your ability to go on living in Smallville is still very important to you. Am I not correct?"

My parents said nothing for a while. They just kept glancing at each other. Then, my father said, "You're a miserable son of a bitch."

"I'll take that as a yes. Now, here's what I expect you to do, Mr. Kent. I expect you to testify that you made it all up to get Lex away from your son. You filed a false charge with the sheriff, but your honor can no longer allow an innocent man to be imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit. Mrs. Kent, you are to testify that you knew the allegation wasn't true, but your trust in your husband and your maternal need to protect your young, forced you to stand by and say nothing."

My mother said, "No one will believe something like that."

"Not necessarily, we are talking about Smallville after all. Everyone there hates the Luthors as much as you do. They'd probably throw a parade in your honor."

My parents looked at each other again. Then, my father nodded. "Okay Luthor, bring in your stenographer. Let's get this over with."

I stayed throughout the deposition. I overheard my parents give the answers they were instructed to give. I stayed until they got into the truck and drove away. Then, I super-sped home.

I finished the other half of my chores before they got home. I sat at the kitchen table, gulping down a glass of lemonade when they got home. They were startled at the sight of me. My mother hung her coat in the hallway and then went upstairs. My father questioned me about my chores and I explained that I just finished. Satisfied with my answer, he paused for a second. Then, for the first time in four days, he patted me on the shoulder before following my mother upstairs.

Confused about everything that happened over the last six hours, I went outside. In my fortress of solitude, I used my telescope to look out over the fields. Gratefully, I lost a couple hours that way. I only came back down to Earth when a hand on my shoulder jarred me out of my reverie. Looking over my shoulder, I found Lionel Luthor.

He smiled slyly at me. He ran his eyes over me and I felt instantly uncomfortable. Putting the telescope between us, I asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Now, is that any way to speak to me, especially after I got your parents to back off of you and Lex?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just got all charges brought against Lex dropped. I'd think that at least earned a thank you."

"Okay. Thank you."

Slowly, he circled around me. Again, I felt uncomfortable as his eyes moved up and down. Rubbing his chin with his right index finger, he said, "I can see what my son sees in you."

He stepped closer to me. Suddenly, the back of his hand brushed against my cheek. "I'd like a taste of you for myself."

I backed away so fast; I almost knocked over my telescope. Fumbling with it, I glared at Lionel. "Don't touch me."

Laughing lightly, he asked, "Saving yourself for my son? Do you really think he's doing the same thing in Japan?"

"I know he is."

"Do you? Then, you need to grow up more than I thought."

"Maybe, but you won't be the one teaching me how."

At my words, he grew serious. Backing away, he said as he left, "We'll see about that."

After he was gone, I felt nausea. Running back into the house, I practically flew into my room. Closing the door, I crossed the room quickly and pulled out the phone. I'd charged it earlier so it had a full battery. I punched in the phone number. After a couple rings, I heard a sleepy voice answer, "Luthor, here."

"Lex?"

"Clark, what's going on?"

"Your father just made a pass at me."

"What! When?"

"In the barn. Just now."

"I'm going to kill him. Tell me everything, Clark."

"Remember the deposition? It was a ruse. It was just a way to force my parents to make sworn statements, saying they made up all the charges. I was outside the office building and I saw and heard everything. A couple of hours after my parents got home, I was in the barn. He snuck up on me. He started saying he could see what you saw in me. He was very creepy. He kept checking me out."

"Is there anything else?"

"Yeah. He made some comment about you seeing other people while you're in Japan. I disagreed with him. He said I was immature. I told him that maybe I did need to grow up, but he wasn't going to the one to teach me. Then he said 'We'll see about that.' That's about it Lex."

"He threatened you."

"Yeah."

"Clark, I want you to stay away from him and be very careful, but know this - I am going to take care of it. Don't you worry about that."

"Okay."

"I'll talk to you later. Remember, I love you."

"I will. Same here, okay?"

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

 

Patricide is starting to seem attractive

I put down the phone and growled. Damn him! I knew he'd do something but I thought he'd at least wait a while longer before he tried to get in Clark's pants. It's not like I wasn't aware of how many of my lovers Lionel had taken to bed. It wasn't enough to best me in business situations, he also felt the need to usurp me in the bedroom as well.

Clark was in a different league from the others who'd been in my bed. I'd stopped letting myself care for them after the first time I'd been hurt. Clark was the only one I'd allowed myself to trust since then. He'd proven that trust well placed with the phone call.

I gave up on the idea of sleeping and rose from my lonely bed to read the reports I'd been given late in the day. The sooner I had the business completed the sooner I could get back to Smallville and protect Clark.

By pushing myself and everyone involved I managed to get everything taken care of several days early, and didn't even wait until the ink was dry on the last agreement before I was on the plane and on the way home.

Once Clark had the charger for the phone, he'd called me every night. After the trip to Metropolis for the deposition, his parents had mellowed slightly toward him. His conversations became more hopeful.

I didn't for a minute believe that meant they would be ready to accept us, but I was pleased to hear the lighter tone in his voice. I found myself listening to the goings on of Smallville high as if they were the most important events taking place in the world.

Occasionally, he'd get a chagrined tone to his voice and ask if he was boring me. I never felt bored during those conversations. He could have talked to me about anything and I'd have listened just to hear his voice.

I'd let him know when I expected to get back to the states and he'd asked for me to call him when I landed. I glanced at my watch when we touched down and knew he'd still be at school. But I had to keep my word so I called the phone and when I got the voicemail, I left him a message.

"Clark, I'm in Metropolis. I'm heading to my father's office I expect to be tied up with him for the rest of the day. But I'll be back in Smallville tonight. I know it's probably not possible, but I'd like to see you."

We'd just finished going over contracts and my father poured us each a drink. I felt my phone vibrate and noting the time knew it was probably Clark. I let it go to voice mail. It was time for my sparring match with my father.

"There's something else very important we need to discuss, Dad."

"What's that, Lex?"

"Clark."

"You know there is no reason to worry about the charges, Lex. They've been dropped and I don't think the Kents will try anything like that again. I made it perfectly clear that I will let their secrets be known if they try that tactic again."

"I'm quite aware of the threats you made to them. I want all the information you have on Clark's adoption, every piece of it. And I want you to stay away from Clark and his parents. I especially want you to stay away from Clark."

"Why, Lex, boy I don't know what you mean. I won't hurt them."

"Right, Dad. I know you came on to Clark. He's different than the others, you have nothing he wants and he will never betray me."

"Everyone has a price, Lex, it's just a matter of finding it. You don't really think this boy will stay with you once he knows the truth."

"What truth is that, Dad? Are you planning on telling him about my past? Those things won't matter to him. He knows I have a past. He only cares about my present and my future."

"Are you envisioning a quaint rose covered cottage, and two point five kids?"

"I don't picture either of us pregnant. As for a cottage, I'd be happy in a box under the overpass if Clark was beside me."

"You don't mean that, Lex."

"Can't you see the headlines, 'Luthor Heir Living in Box'. Imagine the looks you'd get at your club."

"You wouldn't make it, Lex."

"I think you're afraid I would. Now I'd like the information on the Kents. I'm tired and I'd like to get home."

I watched as he stood up and moved to his private safe. He removed a packet and pitched it my way. I caught it and pulled the sheets out to give them a quick going over.

"Is this all of it?"

"Lex, you wound me."

I snorted but didn't answer. No use in arguing with him. Clark and I would make our own foray to verify what he'd told me at a later time. For now, I'd allow him his fiction. I left the office and made my way down to the parking garage. Sitting in my car, I listened to Clark's message.

"Lex! I'm so glad you're back. When you get this, call me and let me know what time you're getting home. I've missed you so much and I want to see you."

I couldn't stop the smile his enthusiasm brought out. Looking at my watch again, I decided to get on the road and call him when I was closer to home. I pulled out into the evening traffic and headed toward Smallville.

About an hour out, I dialed the number for the cell phone. He answered on the second ring.

"Lex, where are you?"

"I should be home in about an hour. Do you think you can slip away for a while?"

"I'll be at the mansion when you get there."

"I don't want you to get in any trouble."

I could hear the smile in his voice as he answered. "I need to see you. I'll work it out. Besides, they think you're still out of the country."

"I'll see you soon."

"Drive carefully."

"Smart mouth."

He laughed, "I'll see you soon."

I turned off the phone, and stepped on the gas. At the mansion, I saw that the light was on in my bedroom and hurried into the house with a smile on my face. I stopped in the doorway to my bedroom watching as he stepped from my bathroom toweling his hair.

"You said an hour. You were speeding again, weren't you?"

"Did you leave me any hot water?"

"It'll be hot by the time we get through."

He lifted me off my feet and stole my breath with kisses. As he placed my naked body on the bed, I hadn't even realized he'd undressed me, he murmured. "You're still in trouble for speeding."

"Beat me later." I told him as I pulled him down beside me.

 

What A Difference a Battery Charger Can Make

There have been some great inventions over the course of time. The wheel. The oil lamp. Nuclear reactors. Silly Putty. All of these have brought new levels to the Human experience, but I think, the greatest invention of them all was the battery charger to the cell phone Lex gave me before he left. This single bit of technology probably saved my sanity.

Don't believe me? Allow me to convince you. I was pretty desperate at one point. I was surrounded by negative, oppressive energy at home. Imprisoned on my parent's farm as I was, I walked around under a cloud. There were no colors, nothing that could lift my spirits.

Then, the charger came into my life. Suddenly, I could speak to Lex when my mother's sideways glances got to be too much. I could speak of unimportant things. I could listen and not be afraid of what I would hear. And Lex? Lex deserved a medal for all the times I told him about biology class. I mean, I had to have been boring him to tears, but he never let on. He just listened. He laughed at my jokes and my attempts at being witty. He gave me a reason to smile.

So, it was with much joy that I learned that he was coming home early. I couldn't wait to see him. It felt like Christmas, Halloween and my birthday all rolled into one. Eagerly, I called him and felt a little bummed at not reaching him personally, but didn't let that get in my way. No. I told his voicemail, "Lex! I'm so glad you're back. When you get this, call me and let me know what time you're getting home. I've missed you so much and I want to see you."

The next hour was hell. I kept touching the phone in my pocket. I think my father caught my hand moving around. He just looked away, shaking his head. When Lex's phone call finally came, I picked up on the second ring only because it took me one ring to super-speed to the barn for privacy. He told me he'd be home in an hour and I promised to meet him though, to be perfectly honest, I wasn't entirely sure I knew how to do this.

Then, the perfect plan possessed me. I opened the phone and punched in the phone number. With my fingers crossed, I waited until I heard her voice, "Talon Cafe, Lana Lang speaking. How may I help you?"

"Lana?"

"Clark?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"Nice to hear from you, Clark. I was starting to think you became a hermit. What with the way you rush off after school."

"Yeah, about that. You know how I told you about me."

"Yeah."

"Well, I told my parents, too, and they didn't take it well. I've been grounded ever since. I'm only let off the farm to go to school."

"Is that why your father has been making all the deliveries?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm really sorry to hear that, but why tell me this?"

"Well, I'm kind of hoping you would be willing to get me some freedom."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well..."

Nineteen minutes later, my Mom answered a knock at the door, surprised to find Lana Lang on her front porch. In her arms, Lana cradled her geometry text and notebook. Sweetly, she asked, "Mrs. Kent, can I speak with Clark?"

"Why do you want to see Clark?"

"I'm having a lot of trouble with geometry and Clark is so good at it that I thought that maybe he could help me study."

On schedule, my Mom invited Lana in and called for me. I came downstairs trying to keep my expression neutral. Seeing Lana, I faked surprise. "Lana, what are you doing here?"

"I thought you could help me study."

"Umm sure. I'd be more than happy to." Looking at my mom, I asked, "Would it be okay if we studied in the barn?"

On cue, Lana stood just behind me and started looking me up and down. I could tell by my Mom's expression that she noticed what Lana was doing. Suddenly, my Mother was all but throwing me out of the house, pushing me toward the barn.

We walked over to the barn. Once there, I told Lana, "You were great. Thanks so much for doing this, Lana."

"My pleasure. It was fun. So, what now?"

"My parents shouldn't come out here. They never bother me when I have company unless like someone died or something like that. So it should be pretty safe."

No sooner were the words out of my mouth, my mother opened the barn door. Her eyes narrowed when she found Lana and me standing in the middle of the barn. "What's going on here?"

Lana stepped forward, "Nothing, Mrs. Kent. I guess I just thought I could take some time and reacquaint myself with Clark. I haven't seen as much of him lately."

Instantly, My mother was all a glow. She said as she backed away, "Of course, well, I'll just leave you alone then."

Lana waited until we heard the kitchen screen door slam shut before saying, "You better stay for a few minutes. I can also bet that she's going to be staring at the barn for a while."

"Great."

"My company's that horrible?"

"Nah Lana. Sorry, I just really am so tired of being cooped up. I need to get out of here."

"Where will you go?"

"Here, there, anywhere. Just so long as it's not here."

"I understand. I want to run sometimes, too."

Nodding toward the loft, I led her upstairs. We looked out the window in silence, waiting for a good time for me to sneak off. Looking out at the setting sun, I heard her say in a quiet voice, "So, once you're gone, what am I supposed to do?"

"Just sneak away. By the time my parents realize we're not out here, I hope that I'll be up in my bedroom or with some other excuse like walking in the fields."

"You've put some real thought into this."

"Well, anything you're going to do, you should do well, right?"

"Right."

Below, we heard the door open again. Peeking over the handrail, we saw my mother enter the barn, carrying a tray of snacks and drinks. Quickly, Lana grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the handrail. Huddled against me, she whispered, "Do you want your mother to leave and never come back?"

"Yeah."

"Then, follow my lead."

She led me to the sofa. With more strength than I expected, she pushed me down on the sofa. Climbing on top of me, she leaned down and kissed me. Immediately, I knew this was wrong. I felt so guilty that I couldn't do anything, but lay there. I could hear my mother's footsteps as she climbed the stairs as Lana pulled back from the kiss. Grabbing my hand, she placed it on her ass and hissed, "You want your freedom or not?"

Leaning down again, she kissed me again. This time felt even worse. I felt used, like with Lionel. Unfortunately, Lana had more over my head than Lionel ever had. As much as I hated to do it, I needed to get out of here. I needed to see Lex, so I kissed her back. I combed my free hand into her hair and pulled her closer. I felt her tremble against me and I tried to sink away from her, but her plan had the expected effect - my mother got to the top step and looked over at us. I heard her gasp, but pretended not to. I was almost shocked at how quickly she turned around and left the barn. She was extra careful with the doors. She crept away like she'd never been there. She didn't even leave the tray.

After she was gone, I disentangled my hands from Lana. Grabbing onto her shoulders, I pushed her away. Trying to not see the flush in her cheeks, I said, "Your plan worked."

Rattled back to reality, Lana shock her head a couple times before she nodded. We stayed like that for a couple seconds and then I asked, "Could you get off of me now?"

Blushing, she jumped off of me. "Sorry about that. Forgot where I was."

Sitting up, I combed my hair with my fingers as I said, "Don't worry about it. Well, I'm going to get going. Thanks again, Lana."

She smiled sadly as she nodded and replied, "Anytime, Clark. Anytime."

I left her behind me in the barn, but her smell lingered on me. I hoped my super speed could brush it off, but when I arrived at the mansion it still clung to me. Rushing upstairs, I entered Lex's bedroom and stripped. Running for the shower, I lathered up again and again, until I couldn't smell her on my skin or in my hair.

As I stepped from the shower, I glanced at my watch. A little more than forty minutes had passed from the time Lex and I last spoke, so imagine my surprise when he opened the door. Happy as I was to see him, I chided him a little for driving recklessly. He shrugged it off, but he became downright breathless when I stripped him. Picking him up, I crossed over to the bed. I lowered him to the bed, letting him pull me down on the mattress beside him.

Kissing him, I wanted to taste him, but I also wanted to remove the taste of Lana from my mouth. To meet this end, I kissed him even harder, holding him by the back of his head as I started to make my way down his throat. Taking a moment to worry his Adam's apple, I slipped my hands down his shoulders to his back. Licking at the fine hairs on his chest, I worked my way down to his belly button. There, I dipped my tongue in and smiled at how he squirmed.

Finally, I reached my goal. Nudging his thighs apart, I settled down between them. Pushing his knees up, he exposed his asshole and I got the hint. Sucking on one of my fingers, I got it wet before slipping it down to Lex's opening. As I entered his body, I wrapped my other hand around his shaft and started to suck on the head of his penis.

It was Lex's turn to feel embarrassed as he came mere seconds after I started sucking. Swallowing down his come, I pulled myself up his body. As I laid down beside his shaking body, I heard him say, "I should go away on business more often."

Touching his chin, I forced him to look at me. With as serious a face as I could muster, I said, "If you think that's something, then you should see what I'll be like after you stick around for a while."

He laughed first. I want it noted in the record. He laughed first. Then, I started laughing. Soon, we couldn't stop laughing as we held onto each other tightly.

 

It's so good to laugh

Our laughter vibrated us on the bed. We clung to each other as we fought for breath. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my leg. I slid my hand down to grip him, jacking him slowly, I smiled as his eyes closed and he moaned.

I was surprised when he gripped my hand and made me stop. "Wait."

"What is it, Clark?"

"I want to wait until you can – you know."

There was a blush creeping up his throat. It was still so new to him that he couldn't bring himself to say the words except when we were actually going at it. I let him move my hand and roll me onto my back.

I could almost feel the marks forming on my skin as he sucked on my throat. His lips heated my body as they moved down and he sucked on a nipple. I let him have his way doing nothing more than toying with his hair.

When I began to harden again, I tried to reach for the bedside drawer. His longer arm reached past mine, the drawer was yanked open and the lube was thrust into my hand. I managed to get it open and some squeezed onto my fingers. As I slipped my slicked up fingers between his cheeks he spread his legs further apart. I worked my fingers in him as he continued to suck and kiss my nipples.

Lifting his head he hissed at me. "Lex, please, I'm ready."

"Okay."

As I reached to get more lube, he pulled away from me and positioned himself on his belly on the bed. Rising I moved between his legs as I slicked myself. His legs shifted further apart, giving me a good target. As the tip of my cock breached him I bent down to make full body contact.

"Do it, Lex."

That was the last thing he said in English. As I pumped into him, his hips began to rise. I had to shift positions to keep my knees on the bed. Soon his fists holding onto the sheets were the only things keeping us on the bed. I was using my toes for leverage as I neared my climax.

Pushing in hard and deep, I shot. Putting all my weight on his back to try and keep us from floating away, I reached to jack him.

The language escalated from a rumble to a loud scream. His fists ripped harder at the sheets, pulling them loose. As my back bumped against the ceiling, he convulsed under me, the sheet dropped to the bed and his sperm shot after it.

I wrapped both arms tightly around him. Then I waited for him to open his eyes or us to fall back to the bed. I was pleasantly surprised when he let out an embarrassed groan before we sank slowly back to the bed.

"You've been practicing."

"Yeah, I still can't get it right every time, but I'm getting better."

"That's great, Clark."

I rolled off his back and he turned onto his side facing me. His hand caressed my face before he spoke.

"You're incredible, do you know that?"

"Why do you say that? My fantastic control and calm while floating in the air?"

"That and so much more."

I moved closer and kissed him. We shared several kisses, then I pulled him close, and we dozed. It was late when I woke to find him dressing.

"Clark?"

"I have to get home before they realize that I'm gone."

"How did you get out of the house?"

"They think I'm doing homework in the barn with Lana."

"Homework?"

He wouldn't look at me and I knew there was more to the story than that. "Okay. Spill it, Kent."

"I'd rather not talk about it."

I heard evasion in his voice; I hadn't been expecting to hear that again. "Clark, I seem to remember that we promised the truth."

"You'll get angry."

That pulled me up short. Damn! What was he avoiding?

"I'll be more angry if I hear it from someone else. So tell me."

He sat on the edge of the bed next to me and his fingers plucked at the rumpled sheet.

"My folks have only let me leave the farm to go to school, so I needed an excuse so they wouldn't be checking on me every five minutes."

"So far I'm with you, continue."

"I called Lana and asked her to help. I didn't tell her I was coming to see you. I just said I'd come out to my folks and that I was grounded. She thinks I just wanted to get off the farm."

I tried to keep my voice calm, despite the anger I was feeling.

"When did you come out to Lana?"

"The night before we got together. She was coming on to me in my loft and I panicked and blurted it out to her."

"I see. Finish your explanation."

"Lex, are you angry?"

"Tell me the rest, Clark."

"She came over and told my mom she wanted help with her homework and we went out to the barn, then I came over here."

"Why do I think you're leaving out something?"

"MymomkeptcheckingonussoLanasuggestedwemakeoutanditworkedmymomwentaway."

"Wait a minute. Did you just say you were making out with Lana?"

"It wasn't really like making out. I didn't like it."

"So that's why you were taking a shower when I got home, so I wouldn't smell her on you?"

"It was more that I couldn't stand her smell on me."

"Clark, just what do you mean by making out?"

"She was on top of me and we kissed a couple of time. I played with her hair and grabbed her butt."

I took a deep breath and the scent of Lana's perfume entered my nose. He'd washed it off his skin but the scent lingered in his clothes. I rolled away from him and got to my feet. I moved across the room and pulled my robe off the hook on the bathroom door. When it was closed around me, I felt better. Some conversations are not clothing optional.

"You're pissed, aren't you?"

"Concerned is more like it."

"It's okay, Lex. I didn't tell her about us and I'm not going to."

"That's not my concern, Clark. She's a teenage girl. If she was coming on to you when you came out to her, then she may think you were just using that as an excuse. She must want you if she hit on you. Making out with her will only feed any fantasy she has."

"But I told her I'm gay."

"And saying that to a lot of females is like waving a red flag at a bull."

"I don't understand what you mean, Lex."

"Clark, there are women who think they can 'fix' gay men. They have the mistaken idea that the right piece of pussy can make a gay man go straight. The younger the female the more likely she will believe this fiction."

The light bulb went on over his head. He groaned, blushed, and managed to look like a two year old who had just shit his pants all at the same time. My point had been made without me sounding like a jealous queen.

"I'm sorry, Lex."

"Don't be, Clark. This is all still new to you. There's a learning curve. We need to find another way to get around things. I hate the idea of sneaking behind your parents' backs but I can't live with the alternative of not seeing each other."

"Neither can I."

He reached for me and I let him pull me close. We shared a kiss then just held each other.

"You should go."

"Yes."

But he made no move to pull away. I pushed at him reluctantly. "Go home, Clark. I'll try and figure out another way for us to see each other."

"Okay."

I walked him down and we kissed goodnight. I watched him blur out of sight as he ran toward home. I didn't sleep much that night. The local princess wanted my lover and his parents would love to see her have him. Well, that wasn't going to happen, not as long as I drew breath.

 

Matchmaker, Matchmaker, leave me alone!

God have mercy.

That's all that could be said. Let me explain...

I was feeling so smart due to my little Lana plan working on my mom. Really, I was, even after Lex gave me the talk about straight females who hunt gay men. I believed my situation was different. Am I stupid, or what?

The next morning, I went to the kitchen to find my parents huddled around a pot of coffee. They sported wide smiles and hope-filled eyes. Once they noticed me, my mother jumped off her chair and walked over to me. She kissed me on the cheek before walking over to the refrigerator, opening it in search of breakfast. My dad headed out the kitchen door, heading for work. Before leaving, he winked at me.

It was like before.

But, I digress.

As my mom broke eggs open for an omelet, she said, "Clark, we need you to start doing the deliveries again."

"Okay, Mom. Want me to do the usual route?"

"No. Actually, I just have a special delivery today."

"Really, where?"

"The Talon."

'Uh, oh,' I thought. 'This can't be good.’

Well, I did the delivery. Arriving at the Talon, Lana met me at the back entrance. Her hair was done up and she was wearing a very revealing blouse. She waved at me as I drove up. She ran up to me as I exited the truck and said, "Hey Clark, I've been expecting you. Since Mrs. Kent sent you on this little errand, I can safely guess that you weren't caught last night."

"Yeah. Thanks again for that Lana."

"Think nothing of it. It was the least I could do. Now, let's get those pies."

We unloaded the truck and headed for the Talon. Once inside, I stopped short. Standing at the counter was Lex. He did a double take when he saw me enter the Talon, my arms filled with pie. We recovered quick enough to smile at each other before Lana collided into my back.

Without super-reflexes, I'd have dropped the pies. Fortunately, I'm blessed so my mother's hard work didn't end up on the floor. Behind me, Lana asked, "What's wrong, Clark?"

Walking around me, she saw Lex. She placed her own pies on the counter and addressed Lex, "What can I do for you?"

"We need to talk about some new legislation coming down that could impact the Talon."

"Oh! Well, just let me unload the pies."

Turning around, she left quickly. Once she was gone, I placed the pies on the counter next to Lana's stack. Looking over at Lex, I asked, "Is that for real? Are you here to talk about legislation?"

He leaned across the counter and replied, "Of course, why else would I be here?"

Leaning toward him, I whispered, "Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's impolite to answer a question with a question?"

Conspiratorially, Lex whispered into my ear, "Didn't your parents tell you - I'm not a good boy."

Arching an eyebrow at him, I was about to reply when I noticed Lana was back. Carrying the last of the pies, she eyed us intently. With ever narrowing eyes, she walked over and placed the pies on what little counter space remained. Walking up to the register, she pulled out the money for the pies and handed it to me.

I thanked her for the money and glanced at Lex before leaving. As I drove home, I tried to ignore how strangely she acted.

Back at the farm, I spent the rest of the day in the fields helping my dad. Finally, the dinner bell rang and we headed for the house. Once inside, I got the second kitchen shocker for one day. Seated at the kitchen table was Lana Lang.

She and my mother were huddled together, giggling at something. Groaning under my breath, I entered the kitchen. My Mother maneuvered me to sit down next to Lana. I smiled politely while every curse word ever spoken danced across my mind.

At exactly 8:22pm, Lana said she needed to go close up the Talon. We walked her to her car. We waited as she tried to turn on her car. The engine revved but didn't turn over. Getting back out of the car, Lana asked, "What am I going to do?"

My Mother stepped forward on cue. "Clark can give you a ride home. Can't you, Clark?"

"Of course."

We climbed into the truck as my parents waved us off. We weren't on the road for more than three minutes before I felt Lana's hand on my thigh. Luckily, I managed to not drive into the roadside ditch when her touch caused me to swerve violently to the right. I hated the way she slammed against the passenger side door, but at least it got her hand off of me.

Almost dying didn't stop her.

A second later, her hand came back. This time, she spoke, too. "Clark? Can I ask you a question?"

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I replied, "Sure, Lana?"

"Are you sure you're gay?"

"Yes."

"Really? I mean...In the barn, when I kissed you, I could have sworn that you kissed me back."

"I did, but-"

"Don't you see what that means, Clark? It means that you can choose."

Luckily, we arrived at the Talon at that very moment. Pulling up to the curb, I smiled as nicely as I could and said, "Well, here we are."

Opening her door, I almost sighed with relief. Almost, that is, until she said, "Clark, I have something I'd like you to take back to your mother."

Nodding, I turned off the engine. Together, we walked to the Talon. Inside the cafe, I followed her to her office. She closed the door as I entered the small room. At her suggestion, I sat down, as she looked for this something she wanted to give my mother. As she walked around the office, she started pulling up the blinds on her windows. She muttered something under her breath about needing to keep an eye on employees as one of the windows faced the kitchen.

Holding a slip of paper, Lana slid up on her desk. Sitting across from me, she played with the paper while she said, "I don't think you're gay. I think you're confused."

"I'm sorry you think that way."

"I mean - come on. Gay boys don't kiss girls the way you kissed me."

"Look Lana, can you just give me whatever you have for my mother?"

"Sure Clark," said Lana as she waved the paper in front of her face. "Come and get it."

Tired and fed up, I stood up and walked over to her. I reached for the paper and she pulled it away. With a sly smile, she held the paper close. I noticed her eyes darted to the right as I reached for the paper again. This time, she grabbed me and pulled me close. Quickly, she tucked the paper down my t-shirt. Pulling the cotton away from my chest, the scrap of paper fell down, settling against my stomach.

Pushing her away, I pulled my t-shirt out of my jeans. The paper slipped out of my t-shirt and fell to the floor. Quickly, I knelt down to pick up the scrap. As I did, Lana placed her hands on my cheeks and kissed me. I was so mad that I pushed her away using a little more strength than I intended. She fell back on the desk with a sharp thud.

Instantly, I feared that I hurt her. Leaning over her, I checked to see she was okay. Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer. Grabbing my t-shirt, she drew me down on top of her. She lifted her head and glanced over my shoulder. Her smile turned cruel. Looking me directly in the eyes, she whispered, "That should do it."

Comprehension dawned. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Lex standing there. I'm sure the shock on my face just added to my guilt. As I disentangled myself from Lana, he walked away. Looking back at Lana, I said, "You knew."

"I suspected this morning. I knew this afternoon when I spoke with your mother."

"I don't believe this. You're both in on this together."

"We only want what's best for you, Clark."

Laughing, I shook my head. Stepping away, I said, "I guess you think that's you."

"I know I am. Come on, Clark. Your life would be so much easier if you were with me. Your parents would be so happy."

"You're wrong, Lana. It wouldn't be easier. I've lived with lies. In the end, it's easier to tell the truth."

Opening her office door, I stopped when she said, "I'd go straight home, Clark. Your parents will be expecting you."

Glancing at her, I watched her pick up her phone. Her message clear, I left the Talon. Torn, I decided to go home and hope I could get in touch with Lex by cell phone. All the way there, I punched at the steering wheel, wearing a groove in the metal.

At the farm, my mother was waiting for me. I parked the truck. Never looking at her, I entered the house. She followed me all the way to my room. Along the way, she kept repeating, "I only want what's best for you, Clark."

As I prepared to close my bedroom door, I looked at her and said, "No, you don't. You want what's best for you."

Shutting the door, I waited until I heard her leave. Then, I crossed the room and pulled out the cell phone. I punched his phone number. It rang three times before it picked up. Before he could say anything, I pled, "Let me explain."

 

Get behind me Satan

I'd enjoyed our moment together in the Talon that afternoon. It had been an unexpected surprise to see him and the teasing was entertaining. Lana's scrutiny of me later let me know she suspected me as the reason Clark had told her he's gay. Actually, pretty bright for an insipid teenage girl like her. But then she also has the predator instincts of that same group of females.

For whatever reason, her eyes had now turned toward Clark. I knew that meant I could expect some shenanigans from her. At that point, I was actually glad that Clark's parents knew. Foolish me.

Lana had called and said she needed to see me and asked that I drop by the Talon at closing time. I couldn't imagine why she needed to see me, but she sounded a little desperate so I went.

Stepping into the Talon I found very few people still lingering, the waitress who was cleaning up smiled at me as I headed up to the office. I noticed that the blinds were up but didn't think much about it at the time.

Opening the door, I stopped dead. Lana was lying across the desk, Clark on top of her and her legs wrapped around his waist. The look of guilt in his eyes and gloating in hers was more than I could deal with at the time. So, I did what I needed to do to keep from making an ass of myself – I walked away.

Getting in my car, I drove away. I was on the highway to Metropolis when the phone rang. I pulled off the road before I answered it.

"Let me explain." He said before I could get out a single word.

"You don't need to explain. It was obvious what was happening. The path of least resistance, I understand."

"No, you don't. She cooked that up with my mom. They planned..." A truck zoomed past me then, rocking my car and drowning out his voice. The next thing I heard was, "Where are you, Lex?"

"I'm parked beside the highway."

"Which highway?"

"The one you have to take to get to Metropolis. I think you need some time to think about things. I know I do."

I could hear the rush of wind and figured he was running toward me. I put the car in gear and pulled back onto the highway.

"Clark, whatever you are planning, don't. I'm back on the road. Be your parents' good boy, do what they want."

"I can't do that, Lex."

And then he stepped onto the highway in front of me. He jumped into the air and landed on the front of the car as I almost wet my pants. I was never sure how I managed to get off the road without throwing him off or destroying the car. He slid off the hood and walked around getting into the seat next to me.

"You fucking idiot! Do you realize how many people just saw you do that?"

"I love you too, Lex."

"Shit, we need to get out of here."

I put the car in gear and got us out of there as quickly as possible. I prayed no one would report what happened to the highway patrol. We were silent for a few miles until I was fairly confident that no one was actively trying to follow us.

"How did you get out of the house?"

"I jumped out of my bedroom window. Then ran."

"The running part I knew. So your parents might not know you're gone yet."

"I don't care if they do. I couldn't let you go off thinking I was cheating on you."

"You didn't have to come out here, we could have talked on the phone."

"You were getting ready to shut me out. I could hear it in your voice, and I couldn't let that happen."

An exit was coming up so I pulled off and into the parking lot of an all night restaurant. He followed me silently inside and to a booth in a far corner. We ordered coffee and waited to talk until it was served.

"Okay, Clark, I'm listening. Tell me what happened."

"What happened is me thinking I knew better than you. You were completely right about Lana thinking she could make me straight. Obviously, my mother believes that as well. The two of them hatched that plan for you to catch us looking like we were making out."

Great, now I had to contend with this shit as well as everything else. I sipped my coffee while his eyes studied me. I didn't want to be the cause of him splitting from his parents completely. I knew if I asked for that he would do it, but I also knew that one day he would hate me for it.

Sometimes being responsible really sucks.

"Maybe in the future you'll believe me."

"I'm forgiven?"

"From what you just told me there is nothing to forgive you for. Your mother and Lana however, are on my shit list."

His eyes widened and I reached out to touch his hand. "Don't worry I don't intend to do them any physical harm. I think I'm tormenting your mother enough just by staying with you. As for Ms. Lang…"

"Lex, please don't. I know you're angry with her, but she's just a girl."

"And you are just way too forgiving. My word, Clark, I'll let it go, but the next time I might not be so nice."

"Thanks, Lex. Can we get out of here and go somewhere more private?"

"Make up sex?"

He grinned and blushed at the same time. I stood and threw a twenty on the table. He hurried to lead the way back to the car. Getting behind the wheel, I pulled back onto the highway toward Metropolis.

"Where are we going?"

"Some place where we won't get interrupted."

"Cool." He reached over and fiddled with the radio, finding a station he liked then settled back against the seat. When one of his hands rested on my thigh, I covered it with mine. This wasn't the best move on my part but I needed to reconnect, we both did.

I pulled off the highway several miles before Metropolis and drove through a small town, finally turning off on an old back county road. The private gate opened smoothly and I drove up to the small house.

"Lex, what is this place?"

"It's a house that I had Bruce Wayne buy for me so that my father wouldn't know about it. This is where I hide out sometimes when I need to be alone."

"Then we can relax."

"Well, I did have some strenuous physical activity in mind first."

He grinned as I opened the door and then scooped me up and stepped into the house. With anyone other than Clark being carried around would make me awfully insecure. With him I just felt safe.

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