“Fuck!” Lex slammed the phone down hard. The plastic cracked with the force of his anger. He brought his other hand to his forehead and winced. Now he was irritated as hell, and he had a headache. Damn his father!

Ever since he could remember, Lionel had loved to push his buttons. Push him to the edge of murder and back. Lex still didn’t know how he did it, and how he could be so infuriatingly accurate every single time. Fuck.

He got up and prowled over to the bar, grabbing himself a bottle of obscenely expensive liquor and pouring himself a glass, quickly tossing it back. He looked at the empty glass for a moment, then tossed it away and put the bottle to his lips.

Loosening his tie, he threw himself down in a plush, comfortable leather chair. He would be worthless for work, now. So there was nothing left to do but to sit and fume.

He stared blankly out the window, onto the meticulously cared for gardens. He couldn’t seem to appreciate it, though, because his father’s grinning face was superimposed on his vision, along with a curious shade of red.

There was nothing Lex hated more than impotent rage. If it were anyone else, anyone else, he could do something about it. But it was Lionel Luthor, and to Lex, he was untouchable.

He felt the presence of his manservant, Juan, before he saw him. “What?” He snapped. He couldn’t be bothered to hide his emotions or be polite or any other bullshit along the same lines.

Juan, unperturbed by his master’s volatile behavior, answered. “Master Kent is here to see you, sir.”

A muscle in Lex’s jaw began to work agitatedly. Clark. Damnit. Not something that was going to improve his mood. But he couldn’t send him away, either. Their friendship was barely holding on as it was, to tell him that he was busy when Clark had finally come to see him would surely send it down in flames.

On the other hand, Lex wasn’t sure he could trust himself to be civil at the moment. Even to Clark. Especially to Clark. If that beautiful, beautiful boy lied to him one more time...

Lex sighed and felt all the muscles in his body relax at one time. The fight went out of him, as he realized the inevitable. Clark was finally ready to let him go. He knew from the start that it would only be a matter of time before Clark grew out of him, but he hadn’t known it would be so soon. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t ready to give Clark up, despite the lies. It was too late now.

He let his head fall back against the chair and closed his eyes. “Send him in,” he said in a voice that he barely recognized as his own. He drank the rest of the bottle’s contents and waited for his...best friend. His only friend. His first friend. And probably his last friend.

“Lex?” Came the tentative voice. He opened his eyes and saw that Clark was standing in the doorway. Hesitant. A little nervous maybe. Green eyes met his in a show of determination that told Lex that he wasn’t going to leave any time soon.

“Hello, Clark. Have a seat.” He gestured rather drunkenly towards the couch adjacent to his chair. Oh well. If he was lucky, after Clark left he could get trashed and maybe he wouldn’t even remember this.

Clark sat down uneasily. Lex could tell by the way he held his body that there was something he wanted to say. “So, Clark, what can I do for you?” He asked, putting an edge on his words that made Clark cringe.

“Nothing. I just came to talk to you.” Lex blinked in surprise. It had been a very long time since Clark had come to him for anything except concert tickets and favors. He was surprised to find how...nice it felt that Clark was here just for him.

Not that it meant anything. He was probably coming to break it to him gently. ‘I’m sorry, Lex, but we just don’t mesh. We’re too different.’ and some other pointless excuses. The end result would be the same, though. Lex broken, defeated, and most importantly alone.

“What about?” He was on his guard, already throwing up every mental block he had.

“Our friendship. Hey, um, Lex, is something wrong? You seem a bit edgy.” Clark scooted closer to him, concern shining through beautiful green eyes. Damn him and his kindness.

“Just had a call from my father. That’s all.” Lex bit out. Why couldn’t Clark just get this over with? He had the sneaking feeling that Clark was trying to drag this out. And it pissed him off. He preferred to have everything in clean, even breaks, despite the fact that his life rarely worked out that way.

“Oh. Well, if this isn’t a good time...” Clark started to stand up. Oh no he didn’t. Lex wasn’t going to let him drag this out for days, not knowing whether or not he still had friend status. Not knowing if he was allowed to call the Kent household, or if he would receive a verbal beating for dialing those digits. He knew what that felt like, and he would be damned if he let himself fall into that trap again. God, he’d been like a whiny, needy, pathetic child, calling all the time, making himself ubiquitous in hopes of catching just a little bit of Clark’s time. It wasn’t going to happen again.

“Sit down, Clark.” Clark looked startled, like a deer caught in headlights. It occurred to Lex that he’d never used that particular tone with Clark before, and for a second he wished he hadn’t. Even if Clark was about to...dare he say it...break his heart. For all his bluster, he loved the boy.

“Umm, alright.” Clark sat back down and shifted uncomfortably. Nervously. Lex closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, he’d armored himself in cold steel, and it showed in his eyes. “I guess...I guess what I wanted to say first was that I’m sorry. I know I’ve been kind of a jerk lately, and you of all people don’t deserve that. So I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass.”

“Yeah, you kind of have been.” Lex blinked when he realized he’d said it out loud. Clark flinched and sat back on the couch.

“Alright, I deserved that. The other thing I wanted to tell you was...umm, this is kind of hard to say...”

“Just say it, Clark.” Clark winced again. Lex sighed and realized that he was going to be there all day if he didn’t stop being so harsh. “Look, Clark, whatever you have to say, I promise that I won’t think any less of you for saying it. And I won’t be angry or anything. Whatever it is, you can just tell me.”

“Okay. Um. I think...I think I’m in love with you.” Step back. Lex blinked. Once. Twice. Slowly, just to make sure that Clark would still be there when he opened his eyes again. When he was met with the same hopeful puppy dog face, he resorted to rubbing his eyes.

“I think I’ve had too much to drink,” he muttered to himself under his breath.

“I’m sorry, Lex. I shouldn’t have told you that. It’s just...I don’t know what to do. And you’ve always helped me with my problems before...”

Lex was developing a pounding headache. He’d expected Clark to tell him that they couldn’t be friends, and he had been prepared to deal with that. But this...he wasn’t ready for this. He’d only barely accepted his own feelings for the teen. He couldn’t possibly help him sort out his own problems. Could he?

Noticing Lex’s pained look, Clark paled. Oh no. He thought...Clark thought he’d freaked Lex out. Lex banged his head against the back of the chair. “Clark, it’s not what you think. I just have a headache from drinking too much. That, and my father.”

“Oh, Lex, I’m so sorry. I should’ve known. Are you alright? Do you need anything?” Clark leaned closer to the chair, so close that Lex could smell his erotic scent. Musky and natural, like sweat and hay. Delicious. Despite his better instincts, he leaned closer. Such a beautiful boy...he would be so wonderful to kiss and touch, to love and hold and to fuck...or to make love to. Though he’d never used the phrase before, Lex felt that in this situation, it fit.

Tearing his gaze away from the teen’s lips, Lex responded. “Um, actually, yeah. Could you get an aspirin for me?”

Clark brightened at the thought of being able to help. Lex deserved it, after all. And he’d been so awful to him these past few weeks...Like Lex didn’t have enough to deal with without him dumping on him. God, could he be any more high school geek? Not just geek, he reminded himself, gay geek. Gay geek alien. Wonderful. Fabulous.

He went down the hall towards the closest bathroom, yelling at himself in his head for being such a dork.

As soon as Clark was gone, Lex emitted a soft groan. His head was killing him, and Clark’s scent in his nostrils and image imprinted in his brain was making him hard. He let one hand drift down towards the crotch of his pants. Gently, he fingered his cock through the ridiculously soft material. He stroked one thumb down his length, scraping the nail along. He moaned. It was good, but not nearly good enough. Not with Clark a few rooms away.

No, he berated himself. He would not take advantage of Clark. Besides being illegal, it was one of the few things he could see as being morally wrong. Clark didn’t know what he was doing. Had no idea at all. He was just a confused teenager who’d mistaken lust for love and that was all. Lex would leave it. He would tell Clark he was flattered but not interested and send him on his way home. It didn’t matter that it would end their friendship swiftly and painfully, it was the right thing to do. And Lex owed Clark that, if nothing else.

Clark returned rather swiftly with the aspirin. Actually, too quickly. Another thing about Clark that both infuriated, intrigued, and endeared him to Lex. His secret. But Lex wasn’t going to go there, not with a bitch of a headache and a confused teenager sitting three feet away, deeply in lust.

Lex downed the pills quickly, swallowing the water as an afterthought. He closed his eyes briefly, and then looked at Clark. “Clark, I know what you’re going to say, and I feel that I need to tell you that we shouldn’t--mmph.” Clark’s lips were on his before he could even finish the sentence.

Despite Lex’s best efforts, he found his hands clawing Clark, not to push him away, but to pull him closer. Hot breath and face so close, tongues in mouths, and a one hundred and seventy-five pound teenager in his lap, Lex didn’t ever want to stop, and screw the consequences.

Clark tasted wonderful. Heavy and masculine and so wonderfully...him, that Lex couldn’t resist. Threading his hands through Clark’s hair, he pressed his head forward, trying to devour Clark. Unable to stop himself, he found that he was rocking into Clark’s equally hard cock. Damn. So goood....

He shuddered and pulled away. He needed to regain control. But they were both breathing hard now, faces mere inches apart, and hypnotic green eyes darkened with lust were staring deep into his. His headache had completely disappeared.

“I love you, Lex. I know you think that I don’t know what I’m saying, or that I’m too immature to make these kinds of decisions, or a million other excuses, but we both know that that’s not true.” In a sudden fit of boldness, he grabbed Lex’s hand and pressed it against the bulge in his jeans. “I want you, Lex,” he breathed into Lex’s ear.

While not convincing him that Clark was ready for this, Lex’s hand on Clark’s crotch was definitely giving him bad ideas. Very, very bad ideas that were becoming harder and harder to resist as more and more blood flowed down to his own cock. “Clark...Clark.” Lex struggled to remember what he was going to say as Clark’s mouth descended again, this time to gently nibble his jaw. He moved slowly down to the column of his throat, kissing and licking the pale, delicate skin. Lex shuddered and moaned, bucking up into Clark once more. “We...we shouldn’t be doing this...”

“I don’t care,” Clark growled. He began unbuttoning Lex’s shirt, finally ripping it open in impatience. Lex knew he had to get back in control. He had to stop this before it turned into something awful, something that he would never be able to forgive himself for. He knew it was wrong, but it felt so good...

His shirt was gone. His shirt was gone, and Clark was licking and sucking his nipples. And...purring? Oh, fuck it. He didn’t care if he had a hot, sexy alien on his lap, he didn’t want Clark to stop. Oh...just there... He groaned and arched upwards, helplessly rubbing his stiff cock against Clark in any way he could. God, he hadn’t lost control like this since...since ever.

“Clark. Bed.” He gasped out.

“No. Here. Now.” Clark rubbed his face against Lex’s chest, and he could feel the deep vibrations of Clark’s purring. It went straight to his cock.

“Clark...” His voice was strangled. He forgot what he was going to say when the teenager unbuttoned his pants and put his hand down them. Lex’s hips bucked wildly, out of control. Clark looked up at him and smiled. Then he began to stroke Lex’s cock. Hard.

Lex tensed up and gave a small cry when he came. Damn. He hadn’t come so quickly since he was a kid. He lay back and tried to catch his breath. “Sorry, Clark. I don’t know what happened to my self-control.”

Clark smiled wolfishly. “I’m not. The point was to make you come.” Gripped with sudden desire for this wonderful, amazing, beautiful person, Lex dragged him up to his mouth and kissed him fiercely. Possessively. Clark was his now, whether he liked it or not.

Clark whined helplessly and ground himself against Lex’s thigh. Lex smirked. He gathered himself together and sat up from his boneless position. Clark growled and pressed their lips together again. Lex twined his hands in Clark’s hair. Such crisp black locks.

Lex started kissing the side of his neck, sucking and biting lightly. He wanted to bite harder, leave a mark, but he knew it wouldn’t be a good idea. Plus, he wasn’t sure if he’d be physically able to leave a mark on Clark’s skin. He didn’t want to be proven right. Not now.

Lex pushed Clark back, forcing him to stand on both feet. Unceremoniously, he dropped to his knees and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His hard cock sprang free, flushed an angry red with blood. Lex looked up and saw that Clark was staring down and holding his breath.

Lex tentatively licked the tip, just to get a taste. Clark tensed, and his hands clenched at his sides. Clark tasted bittersweet and pure. Untainted. Lex licked his lips. He slid his hands up Clark’s thighs to grab his ass.

Delicately, he took Clark’s cock into his mouth, his lips forming a pink ‘O’ as he slid down the length. Clark’s hands flitted to his head, stroking very lightly, as if afraid to hurt him. Lex smiled slightly, knowing it was quite possibly true. But the element of danger only served to arouse him.

He relaxed his throat and took Clark in as far as he could. Considering Clark’s size, taking all of him was impossible. But his nose was only about an inch from Clark’s stomach. Clark’s hands were clenched tightly just above Lex’s scalp. He moaned deeply. “Lex. Gonna....gonna come.”

Lex started humming.

Clark came with a small, sharp cry, shooting jets of warm semen down Lex’s throat. Lex swallowed, pleased that he’d done this. For Clark. With Clark. Even though in about half an hour he was going to be regretting it.

It was only when he felt Clark relax that he noticed how tense he’d been. Lex stood up, his knees probably red from kneeling. He licked the last bit of come from the corner of his mouth while helping Clark to pull his pants back up.

Clark kissed him then, sweetly and chastely, with his eyes closed. “Wow. Lex, that was. Wow.” Lex smirked. Good to know he still had it.

“Shouldn’t you be leaving soon, Clark?” Lex asked, reality crashing back into focus. Clark had parents. Clark had parents that would be very angry if they found out that he’d spent the day at Lex’s. He didn’t even want to think of the reaction he’d get if they knew what they’d been doing.

“No.” Now it was Clark’s turn to smirk. “I told them I was going to spend the day at a friend’s house. I don’t even have to be home until curfew. And all my chores are done.” Lex carefully kept his face a blank. He wasn’t going to force Clark into staying here with him if it wasn’t what he wanted. Hell, he wasn’t even going to suggest it. Letting Clark be the one to come up with the idea slightly eased his guilt factor, even though he still had the feeling that he’d just thrown away all the progress he’d made since coming to Smallville.

Suddenly shy, Clark looked at the floor. “Do you...do you mind if I stay here? With you? I mean, we don’t have to do any--” Clark’s sentence was cut off as he found Lex attached to his mouth. His eyebrows rose and he closed his eyes, letting his hands fall to Lex’s hips. He pulled him closer, and was surprised to feel Lex’s erection against his thigh.

When they parted, Lex gave him a sexy half-smile. “I was hoping you’d say that. Shall I show you the bedroom?” Clark’s mouth was suddenly very dry. He licked his lips self-consciously. Lex’s bedroom. Oh. Feeling silly for being apprehensive now, he gently and deliberately placed his hand in Lex’s. And tried not to let him notice how sweaty his palms were.

“Yeah.” Clark rubbed his other hand nervously on his pants. “Yeah,” he said more confidently. Lex looked at him, smiled, and squeezed his hand reassuringly.

***

Lex opened his eyes, awake instantly. The first thing he noticed was the warm arm wrapped around his waist. He was pressed up against a masculine body. One that suspiciously enough resembled one from his fantasies. The other thing he was aware of was the delightful soreness of his nether regions.

A second later, he remembered, and relaxed back into Clark’s arms. It was late, he knew, and Clark should probably be getting home soon, but...He didn’t want him to leave.

He started stroking the silky smooth skin on Clark’s forearm. Tiny, soft, circular motions with his thumb. Normal, natural, just giving in to the sensation of skin on skin. Lex breathed softly. He’d never done this before.

Clark twitched a little bit. And moaned softly. Lex smiled softly, unguardedly. Clark started rubbing slowly against him. As far as Lex could tell, he was still asleep. But, ah...god, that felt good. He found the corresponding portions of his anatomy respond.

“Lex,” Clark whispered. Lex turned over to face him and found that Clark’s eyes were still closed. Thick black lashes lay on top of tanned skin, and Lex brought his hand gently to Clark’s cheek. Clark turned and nuzzled into it. And rubbed against Lex some more.

“Clark,” Lex said softly. Probably too softly. The idea had been to wake Clark up, but he really didn’t want to. He wanted to stay here with this beautiful creature nuzzling his palm and rubbing his hard cock against his stomach. Lex kissed him gently. He would have to wake up sooner or later, but Lex could think of more pleasant ways to do it.

He pushed the covers off and began stroking Clark’s naked sides gently. Muscles rippled beneath his fingers, and Clark twitched in his sleep. Lex slid down in the bed, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Clark’s muscular frame.

Lex studied Clark’s half-erect cock. Then, he licked Clark’s navel, between his bellybutton and his cock. Clark’s hips bucked forward, catching Lex somewhat off-guard. Placing his hands on Clark’s hips to steady him, Lex leaned down and licked the head of his cock.

Pleased with the response he got, he did it again. Clark whined and rolled his hips. Smirking, Lex trailed a finger tip down the underside of the shaft. He was now fully erect. Lex lazily circled the tip, which was now weeping pre-come.

Deciding not to waste any more time, Lex grasped Clark in his hand, and began to stroke, gently at first, then harder. Clark was now making constant mewling noises, and his hands were twitching. Lex could tell he was getting close. He increased the speed and pressure, and Clark’s bright green eyes snapped open when he came in milky jets.

Lex smirked and grabbed a tissue from the side of the bed. “’Morning, sunshine.” He said mockingly. Clark grinned lazily. Then he sat bolt upright in bed.

“Oh my god. What time is it?!” Lex sighed, having known the question was coming.

“It’s around 9:30.” Clark turned pale, then flushed a bright red. He threw the rest of the covers off and scurried at a speed just slightly faster than normal to get his clothes on. He started towards the door, leaving Lex alone and naked in the middle of the bed. Then he stopped, jogged back, and gave Lex a kiss full on the lips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered. Then he ran off.

Lex smiled to himself. Mentally, he rearranged his schedule to give him time to pick Clark up after school. He frowned, and then made a place for some sitting-alone-drinking-and-brooding time. He was going to need plenty of that when what he’d done finally sunk in.

***

Lex held the phone so tightly that his knuckles were white. His father was coming here. To Smallville. And would be staying. Here. In the castle. Lex would be surprised if he didn’t outright kill the man, to hell with his genes and incidental parentage.

He placed the phone back on the cradle. Gently. And sat down in his desk chair. God, he wished Clark was there. Despite his best intentions, it all came back to him. Clark. His savior, as corny as it sounded, in more ways than one.

Who was currently at school, and would not be available for the next three hours. Lex sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Three hours. Then he could call Clark, and even if he couldn’t see him, he would be better.

He was getting hard just thinking about his lover. It was a Pavlovian response that had developed over the weeks they’d been...dating? Whenever Clark came over, no matter what he was there for, they always ended up having sex.

But not vice versa. Clark’s parents were very edgy about their relationship, and every time he came to see Clark, they were constantly interrupted for one inane reason or another.

The ache in his member was getting...well, irritating. Especially since there was nothing he could do about it short of jacking off. And he didn’t have time for that.

He looked at his computer screen, which was flashing at him balefully. He didn’t want to work, either. LexCorp was struggling, mostly due to efforts made by LuthorCorp and its CEO. And now that very same man was going to be here, interfering with Lex’s life and company under the pretense of ‘bonding’. Lex snorted to himself. Lionel probably didn’t know the meaning of the word. Lex suddenly felt the urge to either cry or scream.

He got up and began to pace around the room, nervous, sad, and generally unhappy. Noticing a tremor in his hands, and a prickling behind his eyes, he stopped and leaned heavily against the pool table, staring down at the red fabric.

As he was concentrating on stopping his hands from shaking, and on not crying, he felt a presence enter the room. A familiar, comforting one. But when he looked up, there was no one there.

Then, warm, strong arms wrapped around him. Clark. Lex felt all of the tension drain out of him as he relaxed into the solid body behind him. He couldn’t bring himself to care that all his shields had been brought down so easily and so quickly. Over time, he’d just come to accept it as another of Clark’s special abilities.

A soft, rumbling voice sounded in his ear. “Are you alright, Lex?” Made all the more sexy by the genuine caring.

Lex felt his body trembling and knew that a verbal answer at this point would be redundant. Clark gently mouthed his ear and then nuzzled into the side of his neck. A deep, rumbling purr reverberated through his chest, causing Lex to shiver, not in upset, but in lust.

“Clark...Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” Lex asked as he tilted his head to the side, allowing for easier access.

“I am. But I wanted to see you. And now I’m glad I did.” He kissed his way down Lex’s neck, suckling and biting and small bits of skin here and there. “You need me.”

Lex didn’t try to deny it. But he did make a small sound of protest when Clark backed away. “Clark?” He asked quizzically.

Offering no explanation, Clark returned to the desk and slid open one of the drawers. With sharp certainty, Lex realized what he was doing, and inhaled sharply. Not knowing what to do, he just stood there quietly while Clark found what he was looking for.

Clark shoved the small tube in his pocket and returned to Lex, giving him a chaste kiss. “Lay down,” he said softly, in a commanding tone. Lex, glad to be obedient and submissive for once, did as he was told.

As soon as he’d arranged himself on the couch, Clark started unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. Giant hands that Lex knew were stronger than they looked delicately undid each pearlescent button. Lex melted into the couch. Good to be taken care of. To be so cared for...to be able to let go.

He sighed when Clark began to kiss a line down from his clavicle down to his bellybutton. Utterly relaxed, and now pretty aroused, as well. Reverently, Clark undid the button on his expensive black slacks, and the zipper rasped as it pulled down. He quickly unlaced Lex’s shoes, as if just remembering them, and pulled them off, tossing them across the room. The socks followed. “Lift,” he said. Lex obliged, twisting his hips up, and Clark slid the pants and boxers down his legs and off.

Finally, Lex’s pale skin and beautiful body was exposed to Clark’s hungering eyes. Lex was making soft sounds, twisting his hips slowly, searching for friction that wasn’t there. Clark placed a palm on the sharply angled, narrow hips to hold him still. Lex complied.

Shedding his own clothing quickly, he held onto the tube. Squeezing some lube out onto his fingers, he rubbed them together to warm it. He looked at Lex for permission. Lex nodded his head. As if Clark would need to ask. The burning need in him to belong, to be desired and claimed by someone was so strong that he gripped the couch’s fabric to keep from pulling Clark into him.

Lex spread his legs accommodatingly. Gingerly, Clark slid one slippery finger into his tight, dry hole. Lex immediately arched his back and gasped at the foreign sensation. Clark whispered to him quietly. “Shh, relax. It’s alright. Just relax, Lex.” Somewhere in the back of his mind, Lex knew that it was pretty fucked up of him to be accepting such comfort from an inexperienced teenager, but the rest of him just didn’t care, not with that foreign and wonderful look in Clark’s eyes.

He relaxed, allowing for another finger. Clark delved deeper into him, spreading his fingers apart. A third finger, and he curled them just enough to hit that spot. Lex’s cock jumped.

Deeming him ready, Clark covered his own cock in the thick cream with trembling hands. “Okay, Lex?” Lex nodded. If Clark asked him that one more time...

Pressing the head of his cock to Lex’s entrance, Clark’s eyes looked in askance one last time. In response, Lex wrapped his legs around Clark’s hips and pulled him in.

Both of them froze for a moment, to keep from exploding on the spot. Lex felt like he was being split in two, but it was okay, because it was Clark doing it, his golden-skinned green-eyed farmboy. Their eyes were locked, and as if on cue, they began to move in tandem.

Their hips undulated slowly and in unison. There was no hurry here. Nothing but the two of them, sharing something wonderful. Clark comforting Lex. Or was it the other way around? Neither could even tell anymore.

Lex felt the pressure beginning to build, and didn’t even bother fighting it off. One more thrust, and he froze, eyes widening as he spilled sticky come between their bellies.

His spasming muscles sent Clark gently over the edge, and he let out a soft sigh as his orgasm rolled over him.

He brought his hand to Lex’s face. Lex turned to kiss his knuckles. “Thank you,” Lex said softly. Almost embarrassed to be heard saying such a thing.

“You’re not the only one who enjoyed that, Lex,” Clark joked, rolling so that they were face to face. His stormy eyes turned serious. “I love you Lex. That means that when you’re hurt, I want to do whatever I can to make it better. Do you understand?”

“Yeah,” Lex said, kissing his hand again, and resolving to trash all his files on Clark‘s ‘abilities‘. “Yeah, I think I finally do.”