(Labels and disclaimers in part 1)


And now here we are.  There's still a chill in the air, so I'm hesitant to
strip for a variety of reasons, one of which is pressing against the fly of
my jeans.  Perhaps a change of topic will make Clark, Jr., calm down enough
to come out and get a little fresh air.  "So, where's Victoria tonight?" I
begin, bending down to untie my boots, which I'm positive Lex doesn't want
marring the finish of his car.

"Back at the mansion," he sighs, almost sounding disgusted by that fact.  "I
didn't invite her to Smallville, so I don't feel obligated to entertain her
every minute of the day."

"How about the night?"  It slips out of my mouth before I think to stop it.

He sits up and watches me fold my coat and tuck it onto the passenger seat.
"You're jealous," he asserts coolly.

"No," I say.  Yes, I think.  "*Are* you fucking her?"  I knew I was going to
ask him that sometime--I just had no idea I'd be taking off my clothes as I
did.

"Of course," he answers.  "It's what she expects."

I pull my sweater off over my head, partly to cover the grimace I feel
creeping across my face.  "You don't love her, then?"

His eyes soften almost as if he's leaving some statements unspoken himself.
"No, Clark.  It's not always about that.  I thought you understood that."

My erection is almost entirely gone, so I go ahead and take off my jeans,
figuring my shirttail will cover any lingering swell.  "I guess so," I
reply, "but it's not what I'm used to.  Don't people in Metropolis ever save
it for the people they love?"

"Some of them must," he says flatly, and I try not to let my disillusionment
show on my face as I shed my flannel shirt.

"How *could* you...?" I mutter to myself as I duck inside the door to strip
off my jockeys and lay them on the rest of my clothes.

Lex is silent but watching me intently as I climb up onto the roof to sit
beside him at last.  "'How?'  How do you think?"

Puzzled, I scan his face for an explanation.  "What do you mean?"

A pale hand grabs my forearm.  "If it makes you feel any better, you should
know that all the time I'm fucking her, I'm thinking of you fucking *me*."

It's possible that I took my underwear off a little hastily.  Swallowing
hard, I look anywhere but into his intense eyes.  "Is--is that what you
want, Lex?"

His hand lets my arm loose and slides up to caress my chin, gently forcing
me to face him.  "Yes, Clark.  Not tonight, definitely.  Maybe not for a
long time.  But yes, I want that.  Very much."

My eyes close to shut in sudden tears, though I'm not sure they spring from
fear or from something more fulfilling.  I cannot say anything, but can feel
Lex's breath on my face, followed by his lips kissing each eyelid in turn,
then dropping down to my mouth.

After a very sweet, soft kiss, his cheek is pressed to mine, and he whispers
directly into my ear.  "Does that frighten you, that I want that?"

No matter what my head is screaming, my voice croaks out, "No.  Well,
maybe."

I can feel him smile, his muscles stretching taut against my face.  "That's
okay.  We don't have to deal with it now.  But someday, do you think you
might want that, too?"

A smile of my own makes my cheekbone push harder against his.  "Maybe.
Yeah."

"Good.  I'm glad," he says, then pulls away and kisses me again.  At last I
open my eyes, because I can't stand not looking at his stark handsomeness.
His grin reaches almost to the top of his head.  "I never heard of a teenage
boy who wasn't interested in fucking *something*," he continues, his gaze so
warm that I can't fault him for calling me a boy, since, really, that *is*
what I am.  I'm sure I blush anyway.  "Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything," I answer, kicking myself immediately for my lack of
circumspection.

"Do you want to fuck Lana?"

This leaves me genuinely stammering, as I have literally no idea what kind
of reply he expects, nor do I know the answer to the question anymore.  "Uh,
gee, Lex...  Maybe...  I dunno..."

I am suddenly grabbed into a close embrace, Lex's impressive chin tucked
over my shoulder and his muscular chest jiggling with laughter against mine.
"Don't panic, Clark.  I was just asking."  Hands practically pet my back,
calming and arousing me all at once.  "Let me change that to 'Have you
*ever* wanted to fuck Lana?', okay?"

Hugging him back, I can't help chuckling as I admit, "Yes, I have.  You
guilted it out of me."

"Do what you're best at, I always say."  With one more squeeze, he pulls
back and leans back on his hands, giving me an appraising look.  Moments
before it starts to make me feel like a baby chick in the sights of a hawk,
he adds, "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

The breeze shifts, or something, because I feel myself shiver.  "Shut up,
Lex."

"No.  I mean it.  If you were a girl, I'd call you pretty."

"Thanks a lot..." I answer, feeling the embarrassed blush creep up to my
hairline.

He pulls in his legs to cross under him and turns to me.  "You're not a
girl, though, are you?"  His index finger traces the edge of my jaw, then
runs down my throat and my chest to my stomach.  Lifting his head, he looks
me in the eye at last and says, almost with a purr in his voice, "Show me."

I notice that I have self-consciously tucked my hands over my crotch and
slammed my legs together.  Cautiously, I move my hands and open my legs for
him.  Shivering again from entirely too much exposure, I follow his gaze.

"You're not cut," he states, matter-of-factly.

"What?"  I understand his statement, but I'm stalling.

His eyes meet mine gently.  "Circumcised.  You know what I mean."  It seems
like he wants me to look at him for comparison, but I can't--not yet.

"They tried...  They couldn't do it."  I know that in this case, telling the
truth obscures the facts just enough.  When I'd still been young enough to
shower with my dad, but old enough to be curious, he'd told me how the
doctor's scalpel had shattered in his hands and given him a cut bad enough
for the procedure to be abandoned.

"Yeah, I'd always figured your dad to be the back-to-nature type," he sighs,
and the issue goes away.  "I like it.  Kind of adds to the untouched quality
of the whole package, you know?"

"You think I'm untouched?"

"I *know* you're untouched," he replies, his designs on changing that fact
evident in his voice, his eyes, his smile.  "Damned shame, really."

The hint of longing in the catch in his breath and the genuine admiration
I'm feeling from him makes me bold.  "You can have it, Lex.  You can have it
all..."  All this talk about my penis has made me hard again, and I don't
want to hold back any more.  I lunge for him, taking care not to slide us
both and the blanket off of the roof of the car.  Flattening him against the
surface by his shoulders, I kiss him hard and deep, rubbing myself against
his thigh.

My heart breaks when I feel his hands on my shoulders pushing me up, off,
and away.  "Wait, Clark.  Wait a minute."

"Why?" I wail.  "Why do we have to wait?  I want you now.  You said it
yourself:  there's nobody around for miles.  Nobody will know.  Nobody will
see.  I need you to make me come tonight, Lex!"

He silences me with a tender kiss.  "Shhh, baby.  I'll take care of you.  We
just need to take it easy, okay?"

I'm not sure how I feel about being called baby, but coming from his lips,
it sounds dirty and loving and possessive.  "Let me touch you, Lex,
please...  It's all I want."  I hope to God I'm not whining.

"I guess if it's you doing me, nobody can accuse me of taking advantage of
you, now, can they?"  His smile is welcoming and arousing.  "Come here," he
invites, drawing me back down into his arms.

We kiss for long, hot moments, so messily that I have to wipe off my face
with the back of my hand when we finish.  He breaks away and rolls onto his
stomach underneath me.  "What do I do, Lex?  I've never done this before."

"I didn't bring any supplies tonight, so I want you to listen very
carefully.  Don't even try to get inside my ass, okay?  Just slide your cock
up between my cheeks.  I want to feel you come on my back.  Can you do
that?"

I nod madly, even though he can't see it.  His butt curves up toward me
invitingly, and his legs spread to allow me to lie between them.  My cock
just *fits* in the cleft, so I lie gently against his backside, pushing
forward with my knees.

"That's it," he encourages.  "You don't have to jerk me off if you can't
reach, but I'd like it if you did."

Over and over I thrust my hips against his body, bringing my hard sex into
constant contact with his soft, yielding bottom.  I reach around his waist
and find his cock, at which I'd studiously avoided even *looking* earlier.
It feels oddly naked without a foreskin, and I'm almost afraid I'll hurt him
if I stroke him too hard.  "Is that okay?" I manage to whisper as I get into
a rhythm pattern.

"Yeah," he says over his shoulder, since he's leaning one ear on his crossed
arms.  "Keep doing that--good."

My butt is a little cold wagging around in the night air, but Lex's is where
I think I want to stay for a very long time.  "Oh, God, man.  How did you
know?  I mean, where did you..."

"Asses are like opinions, Clark.  Everybody's got one.  They can't all be
perfect like yours."

"Shut up and let me do this, okay?"

He gives a single chuckle, making his shoulders quake gently.  "Don't let me
stop you.  Oh, shit."

"What?" I ask, almost ready to stop, but then I feel something hot and thick
and wet spread over my hand.  "Oh, God, Lex--did you just come?  Did I do
that?"

After a few deep groans, he answers, "Yes, Clark.  Thank you.  That was
pretty good.  How are you doing back there?"

I just made Lex come.  Holy crap.  I can't see for a moment, then suddenly
all I can sense is the clench of his cheeks around my dick, and I feel like
I am somewhere up around Orion's Belt.  When I can feel Lex and the car
underneath me again, I am murmuring over and over, "Oh, jeez--oh, Lex--oh,
God, oh, God, oh, God..."  Grinding to a halt, I just lie there for a minute
and breathe.

"You okay, Clark?" something asks me from far away.

"Never better in my entire *life*, Lex!"  I feel a huge shit-eating grin
plaster itself to my face.

"You're welcome.  So you want to get off or what?"

"Just did.  Thank you."

"Very funny, Clark.  Just sit back or something.  You're heavy."

With arms that feel like they've pumped a semi, I push off of him and sit
back on my heels.  Surveying the damage, I run my finger through the puddle
of come on his back, then stick it in my mouth.  "Man, that was good..."

"I'm glad.  You want to clean me up a little?"

"Shit!  Sorry!"  I grab the corner of the blanket and wipe off his back.
"Is that okay?"

He sits up at last, stretching.  "Fine, Clark.  I'll have to have this
blanket laundered anyway," he mentions, indicating the stain beneath him.

"Wait...  We just had sex, didn't we?"

"Congratulations.  Technically, you're not a virgin anymore."

"Technically?"  I look at him stupidly.

Giving me a warm smile, he explains, "Nothing got penetrated, so you've
still got a ways to go.  Can you wait for that?"

I count backwards in my head.  "A month and a half?  Sure."  We sit there
staring at each other for a couple of heartbeats.  "What now?"

"Kiss me, Clark."  Practically jumping into his arms, I do just that, and,
avoiding the wet spots in the blanket, we settle back down onto the roof of
the car, where a soulful love song is seeping through from the radio.  "Do
you need to get home?"

"Not yet.  I'm still enjoying the view."  I look into his eyes and see him
smile before he bends in to kiss me until the next song starts.

I learned two things tonight:

Lex Luthor likes moonbathing.

And so do I.


THE END

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