Title:  BIRTHDAY CAKE (Nourishment 8)
Author:  Janet F. Caires-Lesgold
Feedback to:  jfc013@merle.it.northwestern.edu
Archive:  Mailing list archives only--others please ask permission!
Category:  Story, romance, Clark's POV (sequel to "Dinner Dance")
Spoilers:  Takes place *before* "Kinetic"
Rating:  NC-17 for m/m interaction
Pairing:  Clark/Lex
Summary:  There's a first time for everything...

DISCLAIMER:  These characters do not belong to me.  Smallville is the
property of Alfred Gough, Miles Millar, Tollin-Robbins Productions, and
Warner Bros. Television, and based upon characters originally created by
Jerome Siegel and Joe Shuster.  This story is just for the entertainment of
my online friends and myself, not for any profit.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  The rest of "The Nourishment Series" can be found on my
webpage at www.enteract.com/~jfc/stories.html - You don't have to read them
all first, but it might help.

DEDICATION:  For Tiff and Tiff alone...

COPYRIGHT:  (C) Janet F. Caires-Lesgold            March 18, 2002
            jfc013@merle.it.northwestern.edu
Please don't redistribute or alter this story in any way without the express
permission of the author.  Thank you very much.
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Lex Luthor has a very nice bathroom.

Instead of chrome fixtures, everything is gold-colored.  There's real marble
tile on the walls, and very thick carpeting on the floor, making it quite
comfortable.

In fact, I think I may just sleep here tonight.

I sure as hell can't go back out there...

Maybe Lex will fall asleep waiting for me, and I can sneak out, go home, and
jerk off in the loft, like I always do.

Now if I just could remember where we left my clothes...  The carpeting is
nice and warm, too, luckily for me.

"Clark?"  Oh, shit.  Tell me he's not standing in the doorway, still naked.
Good--he's put on a robe...  It would have been nice if he'd *closed* it,
but I'll take what I can get.  "You haven't thrown up, have you?"

"Oh, God--you were *listening*???"  The problem with this nice, comfy floor
is that it doesn't open wide and swallow you up when you really want it
to...

He's crouching about nine inches from my head, so I can look up and see...
Uh... maybe I'd better not look right there right now!  "You left the door
open, Clark.  I was listening in case you needed me to help you."  He
reaches down and touches my shoulder *so* gently...  "You said you had to
throw up, but promised you were coming right back to bed.  I was worried
about you.  Do you still feel sick?  Can I do anything, or get you
anything?"  It sounds like he'd gladly hold my head while I hurled, or stick
his finger down my throat if I needed to vomit and couldn't...  It must be
love...

I roll up to a sitting position so I don't have to keep avoiding looking
*there*.  Now I just have to avoid looking him in the eye.  I think my blush
goes to the bottoms of my feet.

"Did something at dinner not agree with you?  Or are you just scared of
something?"

I can feel his gaze at me, hot and soft all at once, and I swallow hard.
"It's not that, or at least not the second one.  I'm not sure what's wrong.
About the only thing that ever makes me feel that sick is meteor rocks..."

"Really?"  He gets up and leaves the room, and I can breathe for a moment.
Soon, however, he is back, and there in his hand is...  oh, God...

The thing glows at me.  My vision blurs, and my stomach starts to roll
again.  Before I have to lunge for the toilet, however, he steps back out
into the bedroom.

"I'm sorry, Clark.  You never told me that they had that effect on you.  I
had this one in the nightstand, for safekeeping.  Let me go put it away more
securely, and I'll be right back.  If you feel better, why don't you come
back to bed while I'm gone?"

Tying the sash of his robe, he takes the offending mineral and shuts the
hall door behind him.  If I can live down the embarrassment of nearly puking
in my boyfriend's bed, maybe we can go through with our original plan.  As
soon as my head clears, I stand up again and stop to pee before following
his suggestion.  I look at my dick, which was so ready for action just a few
minutes ago, and try to remember how it felt to kiss Lex and have him
undress me piece by piece.  He looked so happy, saying it was like it was
*his* birthday, too, since he got to unwrap the present.

Damned meteor rocks:  always have to ruin everything.  To everyone else in
town, they're just a geological curiosity--to me, and to those of us in the
know, they're a ticking time bomb.  I can't blame Lex--the things are
pretty.  I wonder if everyone's got a secret stash of the things, and the
weird mutations are eventually going to become a common occurrence around
here.  Maybe I wouldn't be such an oddball if that were to happen...

I am sitting up half-tucked under the covers of Lex's impossibly huge bed by
the time he returns.  He locks the door again, then unties the robe and lets
it fall open.  His penis stands at half-mast, and I feel mine start to
return the salute.  "Open or closed?" he asks, cryptically.

"Wh-what?" I stammer stupidly.

Reaching for a small cord on the four-poster, he tugs at the tail of a bow
demonstratively.  "I can close the bed curtains for privacy, in case the
staff comes in unannounced in the morning.  It also keeps the bed warmer.
What would you like?"

Suddenly, the option of being shut safely behind curtains with the man I
love sounds like an excellent idea.  "Closed, please," I answer with a
smile, which he echoes prettily.

He makes a great show of pulling the bows off of the bedposts and tucking
them in the pocket of his robe, almost as if he's thinking of something else
he could do with the cords later.  I decide it's safer not to think about
that for a moment longer, and busy myself with turning down the covers on
the other side of the bed for Lex.

At last, he shrugs out of the robe and sits beside me on the satin sheet,
shutting the last of the curtains to close us in.  "Are you feeling better?"
he asks unnecessarily, turning to me.

"Very much, thank you," I reply eagerly.  "I'm sorry I had to spoil things
like that.  The last thing I wanted was to ruin tonight..."

His smile grows broader and kinder, if that is possible.  "You couldn't help
it.  You don't need to apologize about that."  Gingerly, he reaches out to
stroke my stomach in a slow, tempting circle.  "I, however, owe you an
apology for having that rock in here where it could hurt you.  I had no idea
I was putting you in danger.  For a minute, I was afraid you didn't really
want to be here, and your nausea was just a fear response to get you out of
my bed."

Grabbing his wrist, I stop his hand in mid-circle.  "Never.  I have wanted
to be here since the first day you kissed me.  Thank you for making me
welcome here in your bed, in your home... in your life."

He gives me a sly, sidelong glance and chuckles at me a little.  "You make
yourself sound like my pet--like a faithful dog."

I don't answer him right away, which makes him turn to face me, as desired.
When his eyes search mine for hesitation, I make sure that none is there,
then reply, "Maybe I wouldn't mind being your pet.  I've been honored to be
your friend.  I'm looking forward to being your lover.  I'm yours.  I give
myself to you."

His smile doesn't just reach his eyes--I think it's all the way to the tips
of his ears.  "C'mere," he practically growls, and gathers me into his arms,
scooting us both down to rest our heads on his pillows.  My mouth is
devoured in a kiss, and my ribs are squeezed comfortably tight.  For the
first time in my life, I feel like I belong to someone.  There is only one
thing I require to complete the connection.

Our tongues separate with a sort of *pop* as he draws away slightly, bending
to nibble the line of my jaw.  "Lex?" I whisper.

"What?" he whispers back breathily, right into my ear, sending my cock a
wake-up call.

"Can you fuck me tonight?  Please?"  I know I must sound a little desperate,
but at the moment, I don't really care.

"What did I promise you?  I said that once you were sixteen, we could do
anything you wanted.  Is that what you really want?"

"More than anything, Lex.  I want you to make love to me."

Holding himself back a moment, he regards me with such affection and pride
that I may cry.  "As you wish," he almost sighs.  He kisses me deeply, as if
to seal his promise, then leans in to clamp his mouth on a pulse point in my
neck, muttering, "Mine," before he begins to lap enthusiastically at my
throat.

I feel a huge grin spread across my face, which is immediately chased away
by a startled gasp when Lex's hand creeps between our bodies and clutches my
cock firmly.  "God, Lex, not yet!  I want to come with you inside me!"

The tone of his voice shifts from unnaturally bright to enticingly dark with
his next words:  "You will."  Before I realize it, he's kissing me again and
stroking me off steadily and insistently.  I can't protest because his
tongue is keeping mine quite occupied at the moment.

His touch on my penis is electrifying, and I almost forget to breathe
through my nose.  At the precise moment when I begin to wonder if I could
pass out from inhaling nothing but his carbon dioxide, I start to come.  Lex
releases my mouth, allowing me to gulp in oxygen, and the charge makes me
simultaneously see stars and shoot off harder than I ever have.

I can feel myself shaking as I come down off my orgasm, and there is a
quiver in my voice when I exclaim, "God, Lex--that was incredible!"

"You're welcome," he purrs.

"Thank you," I sigh back, blinking as if I'd been stunned when I open my
eyes again.  "Is it okay if I tell you I love you now?"

A couple of wisecracks obviously lurk behind his smirking lips, but he
finally replies, "Sure--it's traditional."

Reaching for his shoulders, I pull him close for a long kiss.  When I
reluctantly break away, I murmur, "I do love you.  You've given me so
much..."

He raises an eyebrow, interrupting me with, "And there's more where that
came from."  With a twitch of his hips, I can feel his erection pressing
against my thigh.  "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, but..."

"But what?"

"I *am* a little scared."

Wrapping his arms around me, he hugs me close and rubs his hands up and down
my spine.  "That's okay, Clark.  After this, if you have any regrets, you
can *pretend* it didn't happen, but it won't change anything.  You will have
let me put my cock inside of you, and that will be a fact you can't deny.
Do you think you can live with that?"

I push him back a little and answer his question with a deep, hard kiss.
"For all of my life," I say at last, trying to smile a lot more bravely than
I feel.


(Continued in part 2...)