Close Encounters of the Smallville Kind:

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. If they were I would be far too busy to write. Or read. Or work. ;D

Lex Luthor slammed down the phone.

He wanted to pitch it out the window but resisted, knowing that such an emotional display would inevitably be reported back to his father by the end of the day.

There was obviously a spy on his staff. Lex didn't have a fucking clue as to who it was, but the whole thing was exhausting.

He was tired. Tired of getting these calls from his father haranguing him about being weak.

So tired....

I'm just going to start refusing the calls, he thought, then shook his head, realizing the futility of that.

He rubbed his neck almost absently, walking slowly, control Lex, control, over to the bar where he fixed himself a stiff scotch. Watching the swirling amber liquid in the glass, he didn't hear the door to his study open.

He did however, hear it close. Spinning, he almost spilled 28 year old Glenlivit across the floor.

His favorite person stood there highlighted by the beams of refracted sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows. Lex smiled in appreciation of the sight.

"Clark. What brings you here?" he murmured, sipping his drink slowly.

The teenager grinned. "Deliveries, Lex. What else?" he said, walking over to the couch and collapsing on it.

"I take it I'm your last delivery today?" Lex countered, running what he hoped was a casual glance over his flannel clad friend.

Clark nodded. "I always make sure you are," he blurted.

Lex smiled again, reminding Clark of a shark. "Oh? And why is that Clark?" he purred, walking closer to the couch.

"Ummm, `cause you have the pool table?" the teenager said, still grinning.

Lex smirked and, tossing back his drink, turned towards the table in question to start racking up the balls.

"Well, it's good to have someone be honest with me about why they visit," he said softly.

Clark flushed guiltily. "Lex, that's not the only reason I like to hang out here..." Clark's voice trailed off as his friend handed him a cue.

"We don't have to play pool..." he continued, but was cut off by Lex's snort.

"Right. And then I would have to endure the pouting, and the loud sighs... Believe me Clark, playing pool is easier." Lex grinned to take the sting out of his words.

As he pulled his cue down out of the rack, he missed the almost covetous look the boy ran over him.

Lex was especially sexy today Clark thought, eyes taking in the black sweater that clung to his slender form; the charcoal gray pants that hugged his butt showing off the firm muscles that were just about perfect.

And his smell.... Clark always noticed Lex's smell. He wasn't sure what it was about the Lex smell that turned him on, but it was guaranteed to make him hard as a rock if he was around his friend in a closed space for any period of time.

Clark shook his head sharply to clear it and looked at Lex, hoping his drooling wasn't obvious.

It was bad enough that he had a king-sized crush on his friend.

His clearly straight friend.

Lex had to be straight, what with all the women who were constantly hanging around the castle. Clark was almost afraid to come up to his study anymore for fear he would run into another gorgeous half dressed debutante.

The teenager dropped his eyes and started fidgeting.

Lex paused in setting up the game, startled by the fleeting look he had glimpsed in Clark's eyes. Could that have been... desire? He shrugged, dismissing it as wishful thinking.

After all if Clark were interested in him at all he would have done something about it by now. God knows Lex had given him enough opportunities.... And Clark wouldn't be so invested in getting Lana, Lex reminded himself. The boy was clearly obsessed with her, that much was obvious.

Lex had made no secret of his attraction to the unnaturally pretty farmboy after all, what with the way he looked at him and the gifts he was perpetually trying to give him, but Clark remained oblivious, and that was how Lex expected it to stay.

I'm not going to lose my best and only friend over something as petty as sex, he thought.

"You ready?" Lex asked, standing beside the table, already planning his strategy as he dragged his mind back to the game.

Clark glanced up and seeing that Lex was not looking directly at him, decided to cheat just a bit. He superspeeded off the couch to stand directly behind the older man.

The strange swooshing sound had Lex stepping back, directly into Clark's personal space. Uncharacteristically flustered, the older man pitched forward and stumbled. Clark, with his reflexes, smoothly caught his friend before he hit the table face first. He automatically pulled Lex close to his broad chest.

The two men paused, neither wanting to move for a moment.

"Clark?" Lex muttered, hoping his voice was working normally.

"Ummm, yeah, Lex?" Clark hoped to Hell his friend hadn't noticed the hitch in his breathing.

"I think you can let go now," Lex ventured, kicking himself mentally for being responsible.

"You sure you're not going to fall?" Clark said, subtly taking a deep breath to get more of Lex's intoxicating scent.

Lex froze. Was his friend, his underaged friend, he fought to remind himself, scenting him?

"Clark, are you smelling me?" he asked, surprised when his voice came out evenly.

Miniscule pause. "Umm, yeah?" Clark held his breath and closed his eyes waiting for the explosion.

"Why are you smelling me, Clark?" Lex asked, sounding for all the world as if he were asking about the stock price for his next investment.

Clark would have come up with a good story, if he were capable of thinking while wrapped around his friend. His really good friend. His really good friend with the bump on the back of his sexy bald head that begged for a lick.

"Um, because you smell good?" he ventured tentatively.

Another pause, while both men evaluated the situation.

Finally a response, Lex was moving... was burrowing deeper into Clark's embrace.

"Lex?" Clark's voice was way too squeaky, but he didn't care. This was Lex in his arms....

Lex, who was tilting his head back and laying it on Clark's shoulder, baring his neck for exploration. "Well then, smell away Clark," he invited, his eyes at half mast.

Clark moaned and buried his nose in the curve where Lex's neck met his shoulder. If he smelled this good Clark shuddered to think what he would taste like.... Before he could think about it, he licked that spot and the taste of salt and sweat and Lex burst across his tongue.

Lex gasped, eyes opening wide at the feel of Clark's tongue on him.

"More," Clark muttered and spinning the bald man in his arms, pulled him in to nuzzle him, trying to find more of that scent.

Lex had a fleeting thought about shapeshifting meteor mutants, how could he be sure this was really Clark?, before he pulled his head back to look into his friend's face.

What he saw there reassured him.

Clear eyed and smiling, his obsession was looking at his mouth and licking his lips.

Lex chuckled. "You okay, Clark?" he asked.

"Yeah, I just need..." Clark leaned forward and touched his lips to the older man's, tongue begging for entrance and finally sliding deep when granted access. He tasted fine scotch and underneath that pure essence of Lex.

Lex let Clark drive for about a nanosecond before he took over, his expertise obvious in the slow wet stoke of tongue, the thorough exploration of Clark's mouth.

Clark hadn't known he had so many nerves in his mouth.

Then Lex did something else with his tongue that had Clark whimpering moaning and squirming to get closer.

Eventually Lex needed to breathe, so he pulled back and rested his forehead against Clark's, panting and savoring the taste of fresh farmboy in his mouth.

"Clark?" he said, putting a lifetime of questions into that one word.

Bright green eyes opened to look into Lex's clear sky blue.

"Lex, please don't say you're sorry," Clark begged.

Lex smiled. "Why would I say I'm sorry, Clark?" he asked softly, pressing a gentle kiss to that tempting mouth.

Clark let out the breath he had been holding. "Then... then that was ok?" the teenager whispered.

Lex shook his head. "Clark, that was not okay. That was anything but okay." He grinned at the look in his friend's eyes.

"Clark," he said tenderly, "that was amazing."

Sudden brilliant smile, and Lex's face was being smothered with kisses.

"Clark," Lex gasped, torn between laughter and arousal. "We should probably talk first..."

Clark pulled back, looking deeply into his friend's eyes. "We do need to talk," he agreed. "But not here."

He looked around and, leaning forward, whispered into Lex's ear. "Too many bugs."

For a startled moment Lex expected to see mutant cockroaches attacking his heirloom furniture, then the significance of Clark's statement struck him.

"Bugs?" he whispered back. "As in listening devices?"

Clark nodded.

"Where?" Lex mouthed, already looking around suspiciously. And then it hit him; just how had his teenaged friend known this?

Clark leaned forward again and whispered, "Just trust me Lex, ok? I promise I'll tell you everything, just... we need to get out of this room."

Lex nodded slowly and said in a normal voice, "Well Clark, since you've made it obvious that you don't want to play pool, let's go upstairs and see what DVD's are there, shall we?"

Clark grinned slyly. "Sure Lex, I'll spare your feelings since you knew I was going to beat you anyway..."

Lex gave him a narrow look and, putting the pool cues back in the rack, firmly led his future lover upstairs.

Once in the master bedroom, Clark gestured for silence and slowly scanned the sparsely decorated room. Having determined that it was clean, he smiled and nodded.

"All clear?" Lex asked sardonically, sauntering over to the window to look out at the well tended Luthor estate grounds that he hated so much.

"Yeah," Clark confirmed nervously.

"You gonna tell me what the fuck that was all about, Kent?" Lex continued from the window.

Clark winced at the tone in Lex's voice. He sounded like he did when he was doing business, all sleek and cold and well... businesslike.

"Lex, please don't be mad," Clark said.

Lex leaned his head against the cool glass and closed his eyes.

Don't be mad?

Well, wasn't that just like Clark, to have kept this secret from him for months and then to ask him to not be mad?

Lex sighed pensively and then turned to face his friend.

"Ok, Clark," he said tiredly. "Tell me why I shouldn't be mad."

Clark shook his head, unruly hair flopping around his face.

"I'm not saying you shouldn't be, I'm just asking you not to be," he whispered. " I know... I know I kept stuff from you and you're not used to giving second chances. But," he held up his hand, voice pleading, "just remember, it's not just my secret. And... well I'm telling you now."

Lex nodded.

He was taking that into consideration. That was the only reason that the boy had not been banned from his house and his life. That and... well... the fact that Lex suspected that if Clark wanted to, he could get through any security Lex could put into place.

After all, Lex realized, he really had no high moral ground to stand on here. How many times had he lied to Clark? To protect him, yes, but lies nonetheless.

Lex crossed the room and pulled the Clark into his arms. The boy sagged with relief, relaxing into the embrace.

"So," Lex murmured, after a few silent moments. "You were going to tell me how you knew there were bugs in my office?"

Clark's arms tightened briefly then slacked to allow him to pull back and look Lex in the face.

"My X-ray vision kicked in, and I saw them," he confessed.

Lex blinked.

X-ray vision?

"I know you're strong, because I know I hit you with my car, and I know you're fast... but X-ray vision? Damn," Lex marveled. "When they were handing out all the cool mutations, you got the pick didn't you?"

Clark smiled gently, and then changed his life... their lives, forever.

"Lex, I'm not a mutant, I'm an alien. The meteor rocks are pieces of my planet that came with me when I landed."

Lex froze.

Clark held his breath as he saw his best friend, hopefully soon to be more, process that information. He was startled to see a smile streak across the older man's face.

"Finally," Lex breathed, hugging Clark closer to his lean frame.

"You... you knew?" Clark asked, relishing the close contact, but shocked at the lack of surprise in Lex's demeanor.

Lex rolled his eyes. "Not the details of course, but I'm not blind Clark. I've seen you defy enough laws of physics to know that meteor rocks alone couldn't account for it. Plus, mutants get stronger in the presence of the rocks, yet they seem to hurt you, weaken you."

Clark nodded. "They do," he confirmed.

Lex shrugged. "Alien admittedly was not high on my list, but of course it makes sense now..."

He ran his fingers through Clark's hair almost absently, fondling the riotous curls as he thought his way through the implications of the confession.

"Well, Clark," he finally murmured, "I can see I have my work cut out for me."

Clark gave him a confused look.

"I have to collect ALL of those damned rocks, don't I?" Lex said, shaking his head at the enormity of the task before him.

Clark relaxed.

Lex wasn't mad! Well not really. He was, after all, still talking to him and holding him and... nuzzling him? Yes, that was definitely a nuzzle. There may even have been a tongue in there somewhere....

Clark yelped as Lex's agile tongue and lips explored his neck.

Lex smiled against the bronze skin.

He liked that sound and he planned to keep doing whatever was required to hear more of it.

"So, any anatomical anomalies I should know about, Clark?" Lex whispered sexily, his long talented fingers brushing the soft skin revealed when he lifted the hem of Clark's shirt.

"Uhhh..." Clark muttered articulately, his attention divided between that hand and that mouth.

"Hmmm, I'll take that as a `no', " Lex continued, licking the whorls of his lover's ear, causing Clark to shudder reflexively.

"Maybe we should move this to the bed..." The words were hardly out of his mouth when Lex found himself superspeeded to the piece of furniture in question and deposited on top of it. He took a deep breath and found his arms full of warm, make that hot, farmboy flesh.

Lex smiled. Clark's sheer eagerness was a huge turn on.

"Too many clothes, Clark," he murmured, trying to insinuate a hand between their bodies to start divesting them of all that interfered with a full body touching experience.

Another blur, and Lex was naked and being straddled by an equally naked and entirely glorious, Kansas cornfed boy. A horny boy who was panting a little as he looked down at the man underneath him.

"God Lex... your skin..." Clark had never had such an urge to lick before. He just wanted to touch and taste every inch of that Lex skin. His eyes wandered over Lex like he was a banquet spread out before a starving man.

Lex gazed up into those green eyes and fell quietly into love.

Reaching up tenderly, he pulled Clark's head down to whisper a kiss across his lips. As he did so, Lex did a full body slide that had Clark moaning into his mouth, even as the boy's groin settled into his pelvis.

Clark's eyes snapped open as their aching cocks slid together, precome lubricating them, making the sliding hotter, better.

"Lex! I can't..." Clark moaned, as Lex opened his legs wider and then slid his left leg over Clark's hip, running his foot up and down the back of his thigh.

Strangled, hot sounds coming from the boy's throat and Lex leaned up and whispered, "Let go, Clark. Come for me now, baby..."

Wild eyed, his lover did just that, exploding in rhythmic pulses against their stomachs, the warmth spreading between them as he shuddered to completion.

Lex, by sheer force of will only just stopped himself from coming as he drank in the look on Clark's face. He wanted to be inside Clark, to fuck him until they both collapsed of exhaustion. Since he was pretty sure Clark was indestructible however, he'd just have to settle for fucking him into next week.

Clark licked Lex's jaw and neck, still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He knew he needed to do something about Lex's erection which he could feel throbbing against him, but he didn't know where to start.

"Lex?" he whispered.

"Yes, Clark?" the older man replied, his clever hands stroking over his lover's back.

"What do we do now?" Clark whimpered.

Lex smiled, and slowly slid his fingers to the crack of Clark's ass, gently fondling the indentation there. "Whatever you want," he said softly, hearing the sudden excited indrawn breath.

"Will you... will you fuck me?"

Lex almost laughed. "It would be my pleasure," he replied, his dark voice sending shivers up and down Clark's spine.

Lex reached for the bedside table and opening it by feel, pulled out a tube and a condom. Clark was still grinding himself against Lex and amazingly, his cock was already starting to harden again.

Lex slid out from underneath Clark and climbed over his back until he was straddling his hips.

Clark was face down on the bed, legs spread wide, that puckered hole that Lex yearned after peeking at him from between the perfect globes of his ass.

Lex moaned. He was rock hard and leaking and he longed to shove himself into that tight hole and feel Clark all around him. He reached for the lube and dribbled the cool liquid over his fingers.

Clark gasped at the first wet finger that entered him.

"Ok?" Lex asked, moving his long finger in and out in a calculated rhythm.

"Ohhhhh... yesssss!" Clark was clutching the sheets and moaning into the pillow as that finger taught him the meaning of pleasure. And it got better. Another finger joined the first, equally agile and wet. As they slid in and out of him widening, softening and preparing him, Clark grew even harder, his cock obviously very interested in the activities.

A third finger, and Clark thought he would burst.

"Please..." he begged, body shuddering from the sensations.

"Soon, Clark, soon," Lex promised himself as well as the writhing boy beneath him.

A wicked twist of the three fingers had Clark almost throwing him off the bed as his hips shot up.

Lex rode him out. He slicked his cock, and rolled on the condom, trying not to come from that brief stimulation. He couldn't remember when he had been this hard in his life.

As the head of his cock breached Clark's ass, Lex hissed at the tight heat that surrounded him. He felt himself almost pulled in.

Clark moaned and widened his legs even more, his body wordlessly begging for more.

Lex sank into him, almost screaming with the sensation. So tight! So... perfect.

He started to move, erratic strokes that hit Clark's prostate and caused him to arch up into the strokes, panting in between moans.

"You ok?" Lex moaned, as he pumped strongly into his lover.

Clark could only groan a response, all words having left him long ago. They were both sweaty now. Sweaty and... panting, hot and... oh so good.

Lex held on to Clark's shoulders as he slammed into him, his strokes short, all finesse gone. Suddenly, Clark arched his back and screamed as his cock exploded once more in long pulses and his ass convulsed around Lex.

Lex closed his eyes and, swelling to enormous proportions, expelled his essence, shouting in time to the pulses of his very contented cock.

Clark would have sworn time stopped. It seemed... liquid, viscous.

Neither man could move for a long moment, suspended in pleasure.

Then, Lex collapsed onto Clark's back, gulping deep breaths of air as he tried to remember who he was.

A Luthor, check. Billionaire, check. In love, check, check, check.

"Lex," Clark tried to say, but it came out as a croak.

Lex licked Clark's sweaty shoulder to show that he had understood what the attempt to speak had cost him.

Clark slowly rolled over and looked at Lex as he slid out and off the boy and settled across his broad chest.

Lex pulled off the used condom and discarded it. "Do you have to go home now?" he asked, proud that he could form a complete sentence.

Clark shook his head, his large hands unconsciously fondling Lex's scalp.

"Parents still away," he said, obviously still dazed from the events of the prior few minutes.

"Good," Lex said grinning. "Why don't we take a nap then maybe later we can do some other stuff..."

"Other stuff?" Clark whispered. "There's... more?"

Lex settled himself on top of his lover with a sexy little shimmy.

"Clark, we have only just begun to explore," he said. "Sleep now, we'll do more later."

Clark was amazed when Lex was deeply asleep a few moments later. He had seen the man in action, had seen him go from zero to 60 in a nanosecond and apparently the reverse was also true.

Making himself comfortable, Clark wrapped himself around Lex and fell asleep, breathing in his scent.

~

He woke up disoriented. The room was dark, the sun obviously having set several hours ago.

Clark realized almost immediately that they were not alone.

"Kent, isn't it? Clark... Kent?" The soft disembodied voice came from the door.

Clark could vaguely make out a shape in the darkness.

He was suddenly on alert, carefully covering Lex with the sheet, prepared to protect him.

The voice chuckled. "Relax boy," it said. The shadow moved forward and resolved itself into the figure of... Lionel Luthor.

"Mr. Lu.. Luthor," Clark stammered, trying to come up with a plausible explanation as to why he was lying naked on Lex's bed. Naked and draped over an equally naked Lex.

The older man moved further into the room until he was standing at the foot of the bed. His gaze was unreadable as he looked at Clark. Looked at them.

Suddenly he smiled, not the sharp grin that Clark was accustomed to seeing but a genuine smile.

"Who fucked who?" the old man asked.

Clark blinked in shock and then opened his mouth, not sure what he was going to say....

"You love him don't you?" Lionel Luthor continued softly.

Clark nodded slowly, the situation surreal enough that he was not entirely sure if he was awake or asleep.

Lionel nodded back, then turned to walk towards the window. He leaned against it and spoke as he looked out at the castle grounds.

"I just want him to be happy you know," he remarked. He spun around and looked sharply at Clark. "Despite what he believes, I am not here to destroy his life."

Clark raised one eyebrow. Lionel laughed softly.

"I have been spying on him," he continued, "but that's only because he wont ever tell me what I need to know."

Clark was very confused, and it was evident on his face.

Lionel's face softened more and suddenly he looked every bit of his 62 years.

"I've been waiting for him to find someone worthy of him," he continued. "The women he's chosen have not been worthy of him but you...." Lionel skewered Clark with a look, "you're special. You're strong enough to be his helpmate."

He laughed again and looked at the still sleeping form of his son with such naked emotion that Clark gasped.

"He is his mother's son," he whispered. "He was always a loving child, but that wasn't going to get him anywhere. He needed to be toughened up. I did the best that I knew to do..."

Lionel rubbed his face distractedly and then visibly calmed.

"He sleeps pretty soundly in your arms, doesn't he?" Lionel remarked. "He hasn't slept in my presence since he was twelve years old." The older Luthor shrugged. "I suppose I haven't given him much reason to trust me."

Pacing, he continued, "But he needed to be strong, and every thing I have ever done to him, for him, was with that in mind."

Clark could tell that the old man was speaking to himself as much as to Clark at this point.

"I knew he was bisexual of course, but with a predilection for men, and I worried. Gay men can be so..." quick glance at Clark, "...weak and needy." He smiled again. "But I have no such worries about you. You're strong enough to handle him."

He walked slowly towards the door.

"I was listening to your conversation in the library and when I heard where it was heading I came down to see for myself. And I find him sleeping in your arms. He must love you, he never sleeps in the presence of another huma... person."

Clark's panicked gaze locked with Lionel's calm one.

Lionel continued. "I will protect you both," he said. "You both have secrets... I owe it to him and to you, because of whose son you are."

He got to the door and paused, back turned towards the bed. "But the universe is not big enough to hide you if you deliberately hurt him. Do you understand?"

Clark nodded and whispered. "I love him, I couldn't hurt him."

Lionel turned and smiled. "Oh you'll hurt each other but you'll make it up. You are both strong enough to do this."

As the door closed he heard the old man say, "Tell him I'm taking my spies with me. He's on his own now."

The door clicked shut and Clark sat there speechless.

Lionel knew his secret! He had to... well, do something. He just wasn't sure what. Maybe tell Lex?

He looked down at the relaxed face of the man sleeping next to him, debating whether to wake him up or not.

He was still frozen in the same position when he heard the helicopter start up and speed away into the distance.

Lex stirred and opening one eye, looked up into the face of his lover. A quick smile broke over his features as he saw Clark watching him.

He stretched like a cat, and grinned at the look on Clark's face as he brushed against him.

"Mmm, I like waking up with you here," he said, his voice still husky from sleep. He ran a hand over Clark's broad chest, flicking a nipple quickly, and Clark moaned low in his throat, the threat of Lionel forgotten in the sensual haze Lex's touch could induce.

"Ready for round two?" Lex purred.

A dazed Clark nodded, and was pulled down to Lex's warm welcoming mouth.

~Fin