Title:  MOON PIE (Nourishment 5)
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 "Mother's Milk"
Spoilers:  Anything through "Hug" is fair game
Rating:  NC-17 for m/m sexual interaction
Pairing:  Clark/Lex
Summary:  Clark and Lex go out for the evening.

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 the good folks over at LexSlash (happy 200th
member!).

COPYRIGHT:  (C) Janet F. Caires-Lesgold            February 17, 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 likes moonbathing.

I personally never heard of it before, but he seems to enjoy it.  He's
stretched out on the roof of his car, ankles crossed casually, hands tucked
under his hairless head, as he soaks up the only rays he can tolerate for
long without burning beet red.

Have I mentioned that he's stark naked?

Okay, so this wasn't quite what I had in mind when he asked me out tonight,
but nothing about our friendship has been quite what I'd had in mind.  I
mean, we met under water, after his Porsche had knocked me off of the
bridge, when I yanked him from the wreckage before he drowned.  Practically
the first contact I had with Lex Luthor the man was my lips pressed to his,
giving him the breath of life.  Perhaps that should have given me a hint of
what was to come between us.

After I'd saved his life another time, he came to me and gave me flowers and
a real kiss.  Suddenly all of my assumptions about my interpersonal
relationships flew right out of the window, and I had to start wrapping my
head around the monumental concept of being in love with another guy.
Amazingly, this wasn't as difficult as I once might have predicted.

We haven't really made love yet--he says he's saving that for my sixteenth
birthday, and I can barely wait.  For now, we drive places, drink coffee,
eat dinner together sometimes, and attend cultural things, then kiss
goodnight out of sight of my house for a good half an hour.  I haven't come
in my pants since about our second or third date, and I can usually make it
up to the hayloft before I have to jerk off, my lips still bruised and
tingling.  Lex says he can't touch me like that until I've reached the age
of consent.  It sucks.

Tonight, however, something is different about our date.  Lex picked me up
as usual at the end of our drive, to preserve the delicate sensibilities of
my dad.  I think my mom suspects--I came out to her a little while ago, but
I didn't go into detail.  It's just safer for everyone if I fib a little
when my escort is going to be the man my father thinks should be my
arch-nemesis.  We didn't have anything planned in particular, but I had an
idea.

While I stood just outside the fence, I listened among the distant cow and
cricket noises for the mechanical whine like an electric guitar that
signaled his arrival.  I shoved my hands a little deeper into my jacket
pockets against the evening chill, as I'd left my gloves at home--if an
opportunity for holding Lex's hand arose, I didn't want to have to fumble
with them.  The cloud cover of the afternoon broke up almost on schedule,
leaving a few thready wisps across the rising full moon.  I guess I was
feeling a little lust-crazy, for that sight prompted me to give a couple of
good, piercing coyote howls just for effect.

When I paused for another deep breath, the guitar-whine was very nearby--I'd
drowned out the approaching noise with my howls!  The car that crunched the
gravel before me a moment later was elegant, cloaked in black, and sexy as
hell--almost exactly like its occupant, who was peering out of the
passenger-side window from the driver's seat at me.

"Baying at the moon, Clark?"  Before I could offer a stammered apology, he
smiled wickedly.  "Don't worry.  I like it."  He leaned over and opened the
door from the inside, then settled back to watch me fold my legs somehow or
other under the dashboard.  "The seat adjustment knob is to your right," he
offered, noting my discomfort.

Soon my seatback was practically against the back window, and my knees just
grazed the glovebox before me.  "Hi," I said, finally greeting my escort for
the evening.

"Hi," he answered, leaving one hand on the steering wheel as he reached for
me.  Eagerly, I scooted forward again to meet him.  His delicate fingers
wound around the back of my head, and his mouth met and merged with mine.

I tasted his tongue thoroughly, finding it smoky and strangely savory.
"Have you been drinking?" I asked innocently.

"A little scotch after dinner, Clark.  I assure you, I'm fine to drive."
Instead of putting the car into gear, he kissed me again, taking his time to
brush the last notes of the scotch over my teeth and tongue.  At last, he
pulled away, leaving me feeling just a little lost.  "So, what do you want
to do tonight?"

Most of my afternoon had been spent trying and failing to find the precise
wording for the suggestion I wanted to make.  "Something different, y'know,
Lex?  We're always doing social stuff together..."

"You don't want to be seen with me?"  He faked hurt feelings quite
obviously.

"That's not it.  There's just so much I don't know about you.  I mean,
you've seen my hideaway--the loft in the barn--where I go think about things
and look at the stars..."

"...among other things," he interjected slyly.

"Shut *up*!" I replied with a smile, backhanding him gently across the arm.
"What I *meant* is, what do *you* do for fun?"

"Fun?" he echoed.

"*You* know:  how do you take yourself away from it all?  What do you do
just to unbend a little, to kick back and chill out?"

A glance of dead seriousness suffused his eyes for a moment.  "I don't think
I can share that with you, Clark.  I mean, you're not old enough to drink in
this state, and I'm sure not giving you anything stronger."

I think I'd chosen to overlook the rumors of his chemically-enhanced past,
so I avoided that line of thinking entirely.  "No, Lex, not like that.
Surely you must have some favorite relaxing music, or a quiet place where
you go, or something."

He suddenly got thoughtful on me.  "You really want to know?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"  His statement told me that he had no idea what would interest me in
his answer.

"Because I want to know more about you, 'cause it would help me understand
you better."

Truly puzzled now, he asked, "Is that really what you want?"

Drawing his head close again, I gave him what I hoped was a sincere,
meaningful kiss.  "Yes, Lex.  I care about you, and I want to feel closer to
you any way I can."  I had come dangerously close to telling him I loved
him, but I couldn't quite work up the nerve to cross that line just yet.

Some spark in his gaze made me suspect that he was reading my mind anyway,
but he just kissed me again, warmly and slowly, then pulled away and reached
for the gearshift.  "Hold on tight, my man."  I fastened my seatbelt, then
did as he suggested.

Before long, we were zipping along the two-lane highway away from Smallville
and into some unincorporated part of Kansas.  The state-of-the-art stereo
belted out some angst metal at ear-throbbing levels, and I wondered if I'd
be heard if I tried to speak.  "Lex, where are we going?" I shouted at last.

"You'll see," he replied with a sneaky grin, his eyes never leaving the
road.

"We *are* staying in Kansas, right?  I mean, I *have* studied the Mann
Act..."

"So have I," he answered, glancing at me sideways as if he couldn't quite
bear to look at me full-on for fear of wanting to stop the car and ravish me
right there.  It took him looking away for me to realize that I'd liked it.

For about the next hour, we just drove.  The thrumming of the engine
vibrated through my leather-covered seat and into my thighs and my ass--it
felt good, sort of vulgar and tempting all at once.  The noise level was
just under my pain threshold, so I didn't attempt further conversation.  I
glanced at the speedometer once, jerking my gaze away when I saw the needle
hovering near a three-digit number.

When Lex finally stopped the car, I was totally jazzed from the speed and
the music and the sight of the road whipping past us--it was like I'd been
running and sitting still at the very same time.  I looked out of the
windshield in a daze, seeing nothing familiar, or any structures.  "Where
are we?"

"A hundred miles from home, Clark."  Reluctantly, I stopped staring at the
lack of view and met his eyes, which were just as calm and impossible to
ignore as his voice.  "No one knows us here.  There's not anybody for miles
around.  No one will see.  We're alone."

Two images sprang to mind almost immediately--one was Lex somehow killing me
and leaving my body out here in an abandoned field far away from home where
I would never be found.  The other was him pouncing on me and fucking me so
raw I couldn't even remember my name.  For some reason, these scenarios
started to meld in my head to be one and the same, and I couldn't determine
absolutely which one turned me on more.  I couldn't keep my voice from
shaking a little when I asked, "Now what?"

He had not turned off the engine or the radio, but he turned to me and
uttered two words:  "Get out."

My heart was suddenly in my mouth, so I had to swallow it to say, "What?"

"You heard me, Clark.  Get out of the car.  We're here."  Oh, good.  He was
going to fuck me *and* abandon me, or possibly just abandon me *without*
fucking me first.  No matter what, I was doomed.

I managed to open the car door without ripping off the handle, then stepped
out into the night.  To my surprise, Lex did the same, shutting the car door
but not locking it, as the engine was still running.  As he paused to get
something out of the minuscule trunk, I just stared at him in shock.
"What--what's going on?" I stammered.

The bundle in Lex's arms turned out to be a blanket.  "You wanted to see
what I do for fun, right?"  I could only nod stupidly.  "This is it.  Help
me spread this on the roof."  Dumbly, I took the corners he handed me and
smoothed out the fabric as if I were making a bed, just one that happened to
be humming with a multi-horsepower engine and a bass line under power chords
in the middle of nowhere.

As soon as the blanket was positioned to his satisfaction, he bent down
and... took off his shoes.  "What do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"Getting comfortable," he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in
the world.  He deposited his expensive loafers on the driver's seat, then
covered them with his topcoat, his suit jacket, his slacks, his shirt, his
socks, and, finally, his underwear, which was silky and black and--oh.

*Naked* Lex, disregarding me completely and climbing up onto the car, then
looking over at me (the car is one of those low-to-the-ground models that I
could pick up with one hand even if I *didn't* have amazing powers) with a
friendly smile.

"I thought you wanted to do this with me," he stated, watching me intently.

"Uh, do I have to get undressed?"

"Easy, Clark.  I've got the heat on full blast.  You won't be cold."  I got
another one of those mind-reading gazes.  "Or are you afraid of being naked
with me?"

"No...  not at all," I answered, more than fifty percent sure of the fact.
"It's just the circumstances..."

"Don't panic," he assured me gently.  "I'm not going to molest you or
anything."  This promise actually disappointed me just a little.  "Your
baying at the full moon reminded me of the way I like to appreciate it.
Other people can lay out and get tans during the day.  I like to do the next
best thing."  Lex settled back comfortably on the car and concentrated on
the stars overhead.


(...continued in part 2)