Universe: Untraditional
Title: Obsession
Category: Alternate Universe, PWP, Romance Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Summary: This time, Clark's the one with the obsession.

Author's Notes: Introduction to the Untraditional alternaverse. It's my version of what could have happened if Lex had been raised by someone other than his father.

Feedback: Per usual, keeps the sequels coming.

Clark closed the bedroom door behind him, pausing to take a breath. He didn't usually get this worked up about stuff, but this was big. Really big. Apparently, his cock thought so too, and there was nothing wrong with that. Really.

He almost dropped the scrapbook when he got it out of the nightstand drawer. It was a ritual by now, to tease himself like this, but he had to see his face. He glanced at the first newspaper article. Over ten years old, the one that had started it all just because his father had celebrated and bought several copies. The headline still made Clark feel weird, to start like this, but it was symbolic. LuthorCorp President Killed in Meteor Shower, Leaves Empire to Nine-year-old Son. It wasn't a secret that no one had liked Lionel, and no one tried to hide their glee when the meteor rocks offed him.

Clark quickly turned the page. No reason to kill the mood. He read each headline at first, then, as the articles got more recent, paused at each one to stare at the pictures. Lex was beautiful, really beautiful for a man and Clark didn't care what people thought about him thinking it. He looked as good in a business suit as he did in leather pants and tank tops - Clark new because he had articles from the tabloids too. Didn't care if any of the stories were true, just followed Lex's career from getting kicked out of Excelsior to... this, now.

He was so hard it hurt to bend over and pick up his backpack. Wishing the sound of the zipper went with his pants instead, Clark reached inside to take out the newest article, still in pristine condition, still intact. The scissors squeaked on the paper as Clark cut slowly, careful to cut with straight lines and not rip anything. Stared at his newest picture of Lex while he reached for the tape, squeezing himself through his pants. Couldn't come, not yet, had to archive this event.

LuthorCorp Heir Sets Up Shop in Smallville. Clark still couldn't believe it, Lex Luthor was going to be here, in his town. He thanked god for color ink, ran his finger over the picture of Lex, just like he always did. His hair was its natural color now, dark strawberry-blonde, not as shockingly red as it had been when Clark had first become obsessed with Lex. At first it had been a hero-worship thing. Not that it wasn't, still, but now it was way more than that, Lex was like a fucking idol Clark dreamed about every night. And now he might even get to meet Lex.

Then he was on his back, scrapbook forgotten on the nightstand. Stroked himself through his jeans first, bit his lip hoping it wouldn't end too fast. Thought of Lex's business smile when he unzipped himself, narrow and polite but not the same as the candid pictures. Ohhh... Clark sighed at the loss of pressure, so much better without pants holding him down. Now this was why he wore boxers.

His cock was already twitching, trying to escape the cloth confines and Clark let it, watched the contrast of color, cock pushing its way through the slit of his blue underwear. Dropped his head back and reached down to free himself all the way, oh, better. He'd been leaking precum all the way home, since he'd seen the article and realized Lex would be in the same town, already smeared around and Clark swiped some of it up with the palm of his hand, licked it up and groaned at the taste. Licked faster and squeezed himself with his other hand, gonna make it last this time.

Perfect teeth, white and straight and his smile when he wasn't looking at the cameras that followed him everywhere, bright and sincere and got Clark hard every single time. Hard like he was now, moist hand wrapped around himself and Clark squeezed his eyes shut, pictured Lex's face, hair the color of corn husks at sunset. Lex seemed outgoing, sophisticated, smart, the kind of person Clark wanted to be. Clark's breathing sped up as he worked his hand over his cock, felt his balls tightening and squeezed with the other hand but that didn't last long, started massaging them and, and, his breath was coming out in little gasps now. Lex is coming to Smallville and the thought sent him over the edge, arching up off the bed as he came all over his hand and his stomach, felt it drip onto the waistband of his boxers but who cared. Sticky and panting and still excited, Clark relaxed and fell asleep.

"Clark! Do you have -"

Clark grinned. "Of course." He handed his article over to Chloe, who cocked an eyebrow and tried to turn her smile into a smirk.

It didn't work.

Pete managed to hold in his laughter until they got down the corridor. "She has it bad."

Clark shrugged. "Yeah."

"That's all you have to say? Yeah?" Pete stopped, forcing Clark to crash into him. "You've got Chloe hanging all over you, and all you say is yeah? Dude, why don't you ask her out already?"

"Why don't you?" Pete rolled his eyes at the lame retort. "Look, she's not my type, okay? Besides, don't you think she'd be kind of, I don't know, high maintenance?" Not that he didn't love Chloe. Because he did. But she was. She was high maintenance enough as a friend. Clark didn't want to think about what she'd put her boyfriend through.

Pete pshawed. Yes, pshawed. "She's not high maintenance, she just knows what she wants." He elbowed Clark. "And that's you, dorkmeister."

"Yeah. I'm the dork, and you're the one who uses words like that." Clark started walking again. "And anyway, I know you like her."

"What?" Pete's voice came out like a squeak. "No way. Chloe's cute, but she's not my type either."

"Too assertive for you?" Clark raised an eyebrow as he put his books in his locker. "Look, I'm not going to ask her out. Would you stop hounding me if I told you I liked someone else?"

"Oh yeah?" Pete's ears perked up. "Who?"

Clark quickly scanned through the list of girls he knew, wondering if any of them had a name that sounded like Lex's. Alexandria? Shayna Luther? Then he looked across the hallway and Lana spotted him, and smiled.

Lana. Lana Lang. Perfect. "Let's just say their initials are LL." It wasn't his fault if Pete made certain assumptions, right? At least he wasn't lying.

Pete followed Clark's gaze and smirked. "The fairy princess? Good luck." A snort. They walked out the door together as the second bell rang. They went different directions once they got to the street. "See you tomorrow, Kent."

"Yeah, Pete. See you tomorrow."

Clark shoved his hands in his pockets and took in the other students milling around, wondering if any of them were gay too. It was one thing to think about Lex that way, but what if he actually did meet him? What would happen then? Clark had been kind of hoping that his obsession with Lex, which had suddenly changed from a long-term admiration of him as a sort of virtual big brother to, well, not, would fade, but it hadn't. His pants were even getting tighter now.

Halfway home, Clark paused at the bridge. It was quiet there, and he liked to just stand there sometimes, thinking about life and trying to make sense of his feelings. It wasn't something his parents had talked to him about, so he knew it wasn't what they were expecting him to be. They'd had the sex talk, talking about girls of course, and his dad seemed kind of casual about the whole thing, like he didn't actually think Clark would be having sex with anyone. Because Clark was the big clumsy dorky virgin in town.

He heard the car, didn't have time to react when it started spinning out and crashed into him. Clark yelled, and felt himself flying over the bridge, expecting to feel pain or see the car following him over the edge but he was alone and, apparently, alive. Stunned, Clark let himself drift to the bottom of the river and realized he was breathing. Underwater.

A second later the world shifted around him, someone dragging him up to the surface and pulling him to the embankment. Clark was trying to figure out what had happened when his savior's head rested on his chest, listening for a heartbeat, Clark guessed. He looked down and sucked in a breath when he saw the man's hair color. Definitely a man, and his hair was the same color as Lex Luthor's. The water slicked it down, made it a little darker, but that was a rare color. Unmistakeable.

The man looked up and Clark's mouth gaped open. It couldn't be. Lex?

"You're alive!" Lex looked down at him in awe, confusion.

"You're Lex Luthor!" Clark's voice was just as disbelieving. Lex chuckled.

"Last time I checked." His hands were busy over Clark's chest, his arms, and Clark felt himself getting hard again.

"What - what are you doing?" Although Clark wasn't sure it mattered why Lex Luthor seemed to be fondling him.

Lex's hands were probing his neck. "Checking to make sure you didn't get any spinal injuries." Clark shivered. Lex Luthor's hands all over him. He must be dreaming and tried to get up, pinch himself. Lex pushed down on his chest. "No, don't move. If part of your spine has been displaced you could make it worse, cause paralysis."

Wow, he really is smart, Clark thought. Dreamily. Oh man, this couldn't be happening. Not that Clark had any objections, so he relaxed, let Lex assure himself that Clark was okay.

"Okay." Lex raised himself to a knee and offered his hand, pulling Clark into a sitting position. "You seem to be in good shape, although I can't understand how." Clark was drawn into the intensity of the gaze and stared at him, blinking.

"I don't... I don't know how either." Lex followed his gaze to the wrecked Porsche and raised an eyebrow. Somebody save me, Clark thought. He purposely didn't take his hand out of Lex's.

Lex seemed to notice that, too, but didn't say anything. "Well, looks like Sway's totaled."

Sway? Lex Luthor named his cars?

"Yeah," Lex said, and apparently he wasn't the stuck-up business-type the papers made him out to be. He smiled fondly. "Named her after Angelina Jolie's character in Gone in Sixty Seconds." Lex broke off suddenly, and started laughing. Clark cocked his head.

"What?"

"I can't believe I'm telling you about my car when you should be in the hospital. Not that I'm not glad that you're okay," he amended quickly. "It's kind of surreal."

"Yeah." Clark grinned in agreement. "I can't believe I'm finally meeting you."

Lex's head swiveled around, an amused twinkle in his eyes. "That's not what most people say when they meet me." He laughed again. It was light and a little throaty, and made Clark's skin tingle. "But I won't go into what most people say."

Clark tightened his hand on Lex's, feeling strangely connected to this man he'd just met, albeit by means of a runaway sports car. "I'm not most people."

Lex studied him. Like he was a scientific marvel, Clark thought at first, but then Lex's eyes drifted down his body, slowing when they got to his crotch and nope, his jeans weren't doing much to hide his hard-on. Lex's gaze swept up Clark's body to meet his eyes and he smiled. "Apparently not."

Clark swallowed, realizing his hand was sweating in Lex's. He stood up, letting his hand fall to his side, and Lex followed. Damn, he was graceful.

"You obviously know who I am," Lex began, with a suggestive smile, "how about letting me know who you are?"

"Oh!" Clark grinned, embarrassed. "Clark. Clark Kent." He held out his hand before realizing what he was doing, but Lex just chuckled and took his hand again. It wasn't the kind of handshake you share with someone you've just met, it was... more. Lex moved forward.

"Nice to meet you, Clark Kent." His mouth quirked up in a half-smile, and Clark got distracted by the scar on his lip. It was even more noticeable in person and yes, he still wanted to lick it. Definitely. "So, do I meet your expectations?"

"What?" Clark winced at how high his voice was.

"You said you couldn't believe you were finally meeting me. Which leads me to believe that you've known about me and wanted to meet me for a while, and I'm certain you had expectations to go along with hopes of meeting me."

He didn't miss a thing, did he? Clark tried to sound suggestive, like Lex did without even trying. "Oh." Clark had to clear his throat. "Um. I'm not disappointed, if that's what you mean." What did Clark even mean by that?

Lex was silent for a while, staring at Clark. He moved even closer, looking at him like, like, he was looking at Lex. But Clark had an excuse. Lex was still holding his hand loosely, his thumb moving around in little circles over Clark's skin.

Oh.

Lex licked his lips. Oh. My. God. Lex is gay too. Suddenly Lex dropped his hand and looked back at the car. Sway? Reached down into a coat pocket and pulled out a cell phone, just as sleek as the car, as Lex.

Lex was speaking to information, not taking his eyes off Clark's face. Clark used the opportunity to take in Lex's body, so much more amazing in person. God, he was beautiful. Lean and confident and... Clark felt his body heat up as he realized they were both dripping wet from the river. It hit him that Lex must've dived in to save him, and he had, even if Clark couldn't figure out why he was okay. But Lex was standing in front of him, his Metropolitan presence a direct contrast to the wheat fields in the background, his clothing a contrast of darks and pastels. Lex wore black slacks and a long black coat over a lavender-colored dress shirt, and damn, if Clark hadn't thought lavender was a masculine color before he did now.

"Thanks." Lex snapped the cell phone shut and placed it back in his pocket, leaving Clark to wonder how it had survived the river. Did they make waterproof cell phones? "They'll be here in fifteen minutes." He walked over the opposite railing and leaned back casually. "So, what's your story?" He ran a hand through his hair, and with the water that made it spike out, so different from the official pictures Clark always saw in the papers. Clark liked this version of Lex Luthor even better.

"My story?" Clark joined Lex along the railing, wondering if the looks Lex was giving him meant anything. "I don't really have a story. Just your average high school student, right here." He tried to sound casual, like Lex, but it was difficult. And probably not the best thing to make his pants even tighter by fisting his hands in his pockets.

"An average high school student." Lex looked pointedly at the wrecked Porsche, then gave Clark another up-and-down look before crossing his right ankle over his left, but didn't say anything else. He looked thoughtful, staring at nothing. Even standing still he radiated energy, and being soaked through from the river didn't do anything to diminish the vibes of blatant sexuality that emanated from him in waves. If anything, it increased.

They stood in strange companionable silence for a few minutes before Lex spoke up, seemingly out of nowhere. "You're very attractive." Clark almost fell down.

"Um." He risked a glance at Lex, but the man was just standing there as though he hadn't said anything at all. What exactly do you say when the guy you've been lusting after but just met tells you you're attractive? "Um, thanks." He thought Lex might be smiling. "So are you. You're..." Clark wasn't sure if he should say it, but hell, Lex had already said he was attractive, so why not? "You're beautiful." The look Lex offered him was coy, and Clark almost expected him to pounce. For some reason he knew Lex wouldn't take it as an insult to his masculinity.

His whole body heated up when Lex assessed him fully, ending in a friendly smirk. "Thank you." Then he went back to staring out into space. Clark wished he could read minds.

"So I hear you're starting a factory in Smallville?" Casual conversation, right?

"You heard right." Lex unfolded his legs and walked across to check out the damage on his car. His hand slid over the hood, almost sensual, and Clark couldn't take his eyes away. Lex stroked the car like it was a person, a lover. Clark swallowed, remembering the feeling of Lex's hands on his body when he was checking for injuries and wondered what it would feel like for Lex to touch him like he was touching the car.

He realized Lex was watching him, and didn't pretend he hadn't been looking. Clark knew his thoughts must be clear in his eyes, and Lex's eyes, god help him, seemed to reflect the heat he felt. Lex continued to stroke the car, not taking his eyes from Clark's as he moved around to the passenger side. He leaned into Sway, a mirror of Clark's posture against the railing, and slid his hands into deep pockets.

"I'm not just setting up a factory here, though." It took Clark a second to remember what they were talking about. "I'm moving into the Luthor Estate." Lex straightened against the car, then relaxed, and Clark couldn't help but think he'd done it on purpose. "Perhaps you'd like to come visit some time."

Clark grinned easily. "Sure." He'd seen the estate before, all the kids in town had. No one had lived there for years, but there were always servants there, ready to dispense of any mischeivous peasants who dared to approach. "I'd like that." He almost thought, wait'll I tell Pete, but then he realized he couldn't without betraying what he really thought about Lex. Pete didn't know about the scrapbook or any of that stuff. Clark was pretty sure he was alone in his obsession. That, and his gayness.

"Good." Lex grinned. "It's a date."