First Time

Finally the boys get it on. Part III of my "Kiss Series" (Heh, I have a "series". Go me!)

Disclaimer: Still not mine. It's a shame, really. I know I could make them happy. ;)

Melisande is the woman! Thanks for the painstaking beta work. :-*

Please tell me what you think, even if you hate it. Well maybe n... ok yeah even if you hate it. * sigh * But I hope someone likes it and tells me.

Clark couldn't sleep. He had far too much on his mind. Had he really just been at Lex's, kissing him? He'd wanted to do so much more, but he knew Lex was right. They had to wait until they had time to do this properly. First, he had to ask his mother to let him stay at Lex's. Then he had to plan what to pack to wear. And he had to make it clear to Lex that he wanted them to go all the way. He blushed in the dark. He thought he had made that point pretty clearly tonight, but one never knew. Lex would be back in Smallville on Friday, and then Clark would finally be his, or he would be Clark's. However it worked.

Another thing to consider was how to break the alien news to Lex. He deserved to know that Clark was not a... "native American". And really, Clark should tell him before they got too involved in whatever they were going to be doing. Clark sighed softly. So much to do.

He turned over in his bed, restless and, let's face it, horny. All he could see in his head was Lex. Lex eating that pizza. Lex taking sexy swallows of water from that long necked blue bottle... Clark groaned. He wasn't going to be able to sleep at all tonight if he kept on like this.

He grasped his cock loosely, which had been semi hard all night. A couple of strokes and he was fully hard and aching. Closing his eyes, he saw Lex's face. How would Lex look as he jacked Clark? His eyes would be bright blue and shining, and his lips would be slightly parted. He would lean over and lick at Clark's skin as he fondled him, no doubt. Clark imagined that the hands around his leaking cock belonged to Lex. If he closed his eyes tight enough, he could feel those long slender fingers playing him like that grand piano Lex had in his castle.

As Clark's rhythm grew more ragged, his breath harsher, all he could see was Lex's face watching him. As he finally exploded over his own hands, Lex's name was a gasp on his lips. His heartbeat slowing to normal, Clark sighed and cleaned himself up with tissues. Friday couldn't come soon enough for him.

~

Lex was up at the crack of dawn, a fairly unusual phenomenon for him. He hadn't slept that well, and he laid the blame squarely at the feet of his six foot four inch gorgeous boyfriend. Boyfriend? Well, that was what Lex wanted Clark to be, wasn't it?

Seven a.m. had found Lex sitting at his desk, staring at his computer screen, trying to concentrate on spreadsheets. But the memory of bright green eyes and a wonderfully agile mouth kept interfering.

Lex rubbed his head tiredly. God, he needed... well what he really needed was Clark. He needed a long night of lovemaking to get this out of his system, only he didn't think one night would do it. Plus, Clark was not a one night stand kind of guy. He was the kind of guy you kept for a lifetime. Lex buried his face in his hands with a muttered curse. He was so screwed. He was already more than half in love with his best friend. And the events of last night had pretty much shown him that he should just hand his heart over now and save himself the anguish.

He stood up from his desk, pacing in front of it as he tried to think things through. First, Lex had a problem with the lies. If he and Clark were going to be together, Clark had to stop lying to him. But then that means I have to stop lying too, Lex though. Am I prepared to do that?

Then, there were the parents. Apart from the danger his life would be in if and when Clark's found out about them, there was his own father to contend with. His son as an openly gay man was not in his plans. Their discussions on the topic had been brief yet pointed. 'Enjoy yourself, but don't let me ever hear about it', seemed to be the general rule. And the few times Lex had broken that rule, he had lived to regret it. That was why he had been relegated to Smallville in the first place.

Lex shook his head. That situation had not been similar at all. That had been a wild party where someone had taken indiscreet pictures and leaked them to the press. Lionel had spent a fortune cleaning up the mess, and this was Lex's pay back. Relegated to the backwaters of rural Kansas. Only, it hadn't turned out so badly. Had he not gone and fallen in love with an entirely too pretty and innocent seventeen year old Kansas high school boy, this really would have been punishment. Instead, Smallville had turned into a retreat, a place he could come to regroup, to relax. A place where he was accepted. It had become home. He could never let his father know that, or else he would be sent away again, probably somewhere as far as possible from here.

So, spreadsheets. Then he could deal with Clark when he got back on Friday.

~

"Hey, Kent!" Chloe's voice rang out clearly above the chatter in the hallway. Clark turned around expectantly. He had known she would find him as soon as possible at school that day. He had missed the bus again, due to his poor night of fitful sleep, and he had had to run to school.

Chloe pulled him into the Torch office and shut the door. "So? Spill!" she demanded, dropping her book bag on a chair and turning to face him expectantly.

He blushed.

"Aha!" she chortled. "The signature Kentian blush. Means there's a scoop to be had. So gimme, Clark."

Clark sat down heavily in a chair and looked up at her. "Well, I think it went well. We had pizza for dinner and ice cream for dessert and then we watched a movie."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "I mean the good part, Clark," she said. "Was there any more kissing?" She grinned suddenly. "Or, maybe there was more than kissing?"

Clark blushed an even deeper shade of red. "There was k..k.. kissing," he stammered, "but nothing more. Not yet."

"Not yet?! Ooooh. That sounds promising," she said.

Standing up, Clark walked to the window and looked out over the school parking lot. "We have another date planned for Friday," he said softly. "And if I have my way, there will be 'more' then."

Chloe smiled gently. Wow, her friend had it bad. "That's cool, Clark," she replied. "Want any help getting ready?"

He turned back to look at her from the window. "No thanks. I think I can take it from here," he said. "I just have to talk Mom into letting me stay at Lex's for the weekend, but I think she'll agree, since she's meeting Dad in Kansas City at the tractor show for the weekend."

"A whole weekend, huh? What do you think is the likelihood that she'll let you stay with Lex?" Chloe asked.

Clark laughed. "I think as long as I can reassure her that I won't be throwing any more parties while they're gone, she'll be ok," he said ruefully. He still had not lived down the last time his parents had left town and then come back to a practically ruined house. Even the use of his superpowers had not been enough to hide the evidence.

"Well, let me know if I can help in any way, Clark," Chloe said.

"Thanks, Chloe," he said, gratefully. He leaned over and gave her a big hug. As she hugged him back, Chloe found herself vowing that if Lex hurt her friend, he would regret it.

~

Lex ran his meeting efficiently and smoothly, advancing rapidly through the agenda that his father had faxed from Hong Kong. Fortunately, the LuthorCorp board was well trained, and the meeting was over well ahead of schedule. Unfortunately, he was still stuck on Metropolis until Friday. He had a dinner meeting this evening and a crack of dawn meeting on Friday before he returned to Smallville, his life, and his man.

Glancing at his watch after his last meeting before dinner, Lex decided to call Clark to see what the weekend plans were.

"Hey, Lex." Clark sounded happy to hear from him at least. "Lemme take the phone someplace else. Hang on."

Muffled sounds, as Clark apparently said something to his mother and then took the phone into another room.

"So, how did your meetings go?" Clark sounded slightly breathless.

"Fairly well. How was school?"

Soft laugh, that made Lex shiver. "I've been a bit... distracted today." Clark's voice deepened. "Had a bit of a problem concentrating. I think that it had something to do with the good night kiss someone gave me last night."

"Mmm. I understand. I had the same problem," Lex admitted. "At various times throughout the day I kept having flashbacks. Not good when you're involved in delicate negotiations."

"Sorry about that," Clark said, but he did not sound the least bit sorry.

Lex snorted into the phone. "You will forgive me if I doubt the veracity of that statement, Clark," he said. "But really, I called to see what the plans for the weekend are."

"I... um. I haven't asked yet, Lex," Clark admitted.

"Think there will be a problem, Clark?" Lex asked. He hadn't been allowing himself to hope that Martha Kent would hand over her only son for the weekend so easily.

"It's not that. It's just... I've been pretty busy, and so has Mom, and I haven't had a chance to ask yet. I planned to at dinner tonight."

"That's fine, Clark," Lex said. "I'm not trying to pressure you. Even if she says no, we can still find time to hang out together, although it would be easier if you could stay with me."

"And more fun," Clark whispered. "I'll ask in a few minutes, Lex. Can I call you back on your cell to let you know?"

Lex closed his eyes, hearing a longing in Clark's voice that echoed his own. "Sure, Clark. I have a meeting in a few minutes, so when you call, just leave me a voicemail message."

They hung up and Lex sighed deeply. He was so screwed! Walking to the master bedroom in the penthouse, he shed his clothes and took a shower to prepare for his dinner meeting with the investors.

~

"Mom, would it be ok if I stayed at Lex's this weekend?" Clark asked his mother when he went back down the stairs.

Martha glanced up, as he walked into the kitchen. "I suppose so, Clark," she said. "As long as you do all the chores that need to be done, I see no harm in it."

Whew. Well that hadn't been nearly as hard as it would have been had his father been home.

"Thanks, Mom," he said gratefully as he snagged a cookie from the batch that were cooling by the stove. "So, do you have to tell Dad about this?"

Martha smiled ruefully. "Yes, Clark. I will have to let your father know. But realize, his concerns about Lex are that he could learn your secret and exploit you, hurt you. Your father is only trying to protect you... us."

Clark rolled his eyes. This was an old argument. One that he would never win with his parents. Nevertheless, he tried again.

"I get that Mom, I really do. But, Mom. Lex would never do that. He's protected me... us from people who wanted to hurt us in the past. I know him and he just wouldn't do that."

"Well you'll never get your father to agree with that viewpoint, Clark," she said. "So, I would just let it go." Personally, she agreed with her son. She saw the way Lex looked at him and how he looked at Lex, and whatever there was between them, it was mutual. Lex was not out to hurt her son, and she had no worries that Clark was being pushed into anything.

Clark sighed. Why rehash this argument again? He just wished he could get his parents' permission before telling Lex his secret. But he was a firm believer in the truism that it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

"I suppose that you should take some cookies with you when you go then," she said, watching him devour another one.

Grinning, Clark nodded. "And maybe one of your peach pies? Lex adores your peach pie, Mom. He's tried to get his cook to duplicate it, but she still can't make pie like you can."

The next thing she knew, Martha found herself promised to make one of her signature pies for Lex before she left. How does he do that? she thought, shaking her head. As she watched her son leave the kitchen, whistling happily, she vowed to keep an eye on him and Lex. She needed to have Lex over, but maybe she needed to be friends with him as well. If what she suspected was going on was, then the boys would need some friends in the days ahead.

~

Friday morning found Lex up with the birds again. Shockingly, he woke with a smile on his face. He had checked his cell phone immediately upon getting out of the shower the night before, and had been unable to control his grin when he heard Clark's voice on his voicemail confirming that they had the weekend together. When he had gotten to the part about Martha making peach pie just for him, he had actually let out a chuckle. Since he had been alone though, he figured it was ok. There was probably no damage to his tough Luthor image. After such good news, his dinner meeting had been very productive.

His staff, who of necessity had become quite adept at reading his moods, relaxed slightly that morning. Even his cook, who had run out of Normandy butter and had been scouring the city for some to make the croissants with, had a pleasant surprise when the usually particular Lex said, "Oh, that's fine. I'll just have some coffee for now," when faced with the bad news.

Lex was oblivious to his own changed demeanor. He was simply too focused on counting the minutes until he could start back to Smallville, and the rest was not on his radar. He heaved a deep sigh of relief when he finally conducted his last meeting of the morning and stepped into his limo to direct the driver to take him back to the Mansion. He almost said 'home', but that would have been quite a slip, one that might have gotten back to his father. Lex so did not need Lionel complicating things right now.

As the limo sped toward Smallville, Lex took the opportunity to nap, figuring he might not get much sleep later. He fell almost immediately into a waking dream which was punctuated by glimpses of a dark haired, green eyed god who stayed just out of reach.

When the car pulled to a stop, the driver had to repeat himself a few times to get a response out of Lex. Fortunately, it had been a good nap, there was not a lot of disorientation upon waking, and Lex got out of the car feeling quite refreshed.

After stopping by the kitchen to give instructions for dinner, he went upstairs to prepare for the evening. He ordered the room next to his to be made ready for Clark's use, and he clamped down on the hope that there would be no need to use it. This was Clark's show, he would be the one to make that determination.

He had the media room that was on the same floor as his bedroom suite prepared, and, knowing Clark's love of fried chicken, Lex asked for that to be made for supper. He wasn't sure that it would compare to Martha Kent's fried chicken, but he was counting on the fact that Clark was not coming over for the cuisine, but for the company.

As he placed last minute orders, Lex was pacing back and forth in his study. On anyone else it would have been indicative of nervousness, but since Luthors did not get nervous, it must just be his anal retentive nature kicking in, Lex decided. He did want everything to be just right tonight, after all.

When Enrique came in to finalize the evening's arrangements, he tapped quietly at the door. "Mr. Luthor," he asked. "Are you satisfied with the arrangements? Do you require anything else?"

Glancing up from his computer, which he had been using to distract himself from his upcoming evening plans, Lex sat back in his chair. "The candles?" he asked.

Enrique smiled briefly and then regained his usual impassive demeanor. "They are to be lit when we clear away your dinner dishes, is that correct?" At the confirmatory nod, he said, "Then, all is ready, sir. Shall I wait downstairs for Mr. Kent?"

"Please do," Lex said, "and show him straight up when he gets here." When he heard the sound of his butler's receding footsteps, he got up to check on everything one more time. Lex wondered fleetingly if the staff thought it odd that he was making all of these special arrangements for a Clark Kent visit, then he shrugged, dismissing the thought.

A quick stalk through the rooms showed that it was all in place. With everything done to his satisfaction, Lex sat down to wait. Which turned out to be a mistake, since he promptly fell asleep.

~

Clark had a lot of difficulty concentrating at school that day. For some reason the tune "Tonight, tonight" kept going through his head, although, thankfully, he never did break into spontaneous song. He did have a bit of a spring in his step that was unmistakable, however. At least it was to certain sharp blue eyes.

"Hey, Clark," Chloe said, stepping up next to him in the hallway. Grinning wickedly, she whispered, "I guess all plans are a go for tonight?"

Clark looked around furtively and then pulled her into an empty classroom. "Yeah," he said. "Mom said I could stay with Lex for the weekend. I.. I'm kinda nervous about it now though."

"How come?" Chloe asked.

"What if... I dunno. What if I make mistakes? I've never done this before."

Chloe understood Clark's nervousness. Lex was... well he was obviously quite experienced, incredibly sexy and you just knew he had done everything at least once and probably more than once. The thought of having a relationship with someone with that level of expertise could be intimidating. But he had to get over it. And fast.

"But Clark, Lex knows what he's doing. He's made it clear that he wants you. I say, just let him um... educate you." Chloe could see several advantages to that plan, but that seemed to scare Clark even more.

"I've been doing some research on the net, but still, what if I screw this up royally?" he said, blushing.

Chloe shook her head. "Clark, I think that Lex knows you're likely to be less experienced than him. I mean who isn't? But he's not looking for a professional here. He's looking for a relationship with you. Whatever you do together will be fine, because it's the two of you doing it. You worry too much." She patted his hand encouragingly.

Clark smiled. She was right, of course. If Lex wanted "experienced" he would go find some guy in Metropolis. The way he had responded to Clark's fumbling first attempts at kissing proved that he was willing to explore what they could have together. Letting out a deep breath, he nodded and ran his fingers through his unruly hair.

"Ok, are we better now, Clark?" she asked, seeing the flicker of emotions across his expressive face.

"Yeah, thanks for the pep talk," he said. "Guess I needed that before I talked myself out of the whole thing."

Chloe grinned as she scooped up her bookbag. "Not a chance, Kent," she said. "Like I told you, to quote Willow on Buffy, I need to get my vicarious smoochies through you. You can't squirm your way out of this." She winked and practically pushed him out of the door. "Now, go home and get ready. You have a big weekend ahead."

~

When he got home, Clark powered through his chores like never before. He then drove his mother to the train station, and as he waited with her for the train she took the opportunity to give him a last list of instructions. "And remember we're only a phone call away, dear," she finally said.

"Mom. I'll be fine," he replied, as he helped her onto the train.

Clark watched as the train faded from view, then, he glanced at his watch. He needed to swing by the farm to pick up his stuff and then he would be at Lex's for the rest of the weekend.

When he pulled up to the mansion, it looked pretty quiet. He scanned with his X-ray vision but didn't see many servants milling around, which was unusual. He did see a skeleton walking in the front hallway, someone in the kitchen and someone recumbent on a couch on the third floor. Clark figured that last one was probably Lex.

Grabbing his overnight bag and the securely packaged pie and cookies, Clark slowly walked up to the front door and rang the bell. After a few seconds, the door opened. Enrique gestured Clark in. "Mr. Kent," he said politely. "Mr. Luthor is expecting you. Please proceed to the third floor."

After watching the man lock and bolt the front door, Clark handed him the food and started up the stairs towards the apparently sleeping Lex.

Pausing at the door, Clark looked inside to be sure no one else was in the room. Maybe Lex had sent everyone else away so they could be alone? Pushing the door open, Clark saw Lex's elegant form stretched out on the leather couch. His mouth was slightly open, and an occasional gentle snore emerged. Clark grinned and shook his head. He marveled that Lex could be so sexy, even when he was asleep.

Kneeling down beside the couch, Clark whispered gently. "Lex."

Lex simply muttered in his sleep and turned his head towards the back of the couch.

Clark moved closer, drawn by Lex's scent and by the fascinating curve of his cheek that simply begged to be nuzzled. "Lex," he repeated softly, his breath gusting across the older man's face.

Lex woke up rapidly. He opened his eyes and turned his head to see Clark leaning over him. He smiled sweetly, all his walls down, and in that instant Clark could see all the love and wonder and fear that he had in his own heart reflected back at him.

"Clark," Lex rasped, running a hand over his head. "You're here already?" He sat up and glanced at the clock. "Shit! I overslept." He glanced down at Clark who had sat back on his haunches. "How long have you been watching me sleep?" he asked.

"Only a couple of seconds, Lex," Clark assured him. "Enrique let me in and told me to come up. I hope that was ok?"

Lex nodded and cleared his throat. "Yes. I left those instructions. We're on a skeleton crew tonight, Clark. I sent everybody but Enrique and the cook away until tomorrow." He looked around. "Where did you put your stuff?"

"I brought it up with me," Clark said, gesturing towards his overnight bag at the door.

Nodding, Lex got to his feet. "Ok. Well you caught me unawares, Clark," he said. "I meant to change before you got here."

"Oh, that's ok, Lex," Clark reassured him. "It's no big deal." But Lex was still clearly unhappy.

"I wanted you to feel comfortable, Clark," he said. "I even had jeans picked out and everything, so we could lay around on the floor and play games if you want."

Clark swept his eyes admiringly over Lex's charcoal gray pants and the white long sleeved shirt. He smiled and then stepped into Lex's personal space. "It'd be great to see you in jeans sometime," he said huskily. "But, the important thing is, I'm here and you're here. You look perfect. And I am comfortable."

Closing his eyes, Lex leaned into Clark for a moment and then straightened up. He shook his head ruefully, and, grasping Clark's hand, pulled him over to the other end of the room.

"I arranged for dinner to be ready when you got here," Lex murmured. "Let me call down and have it brought up and then we can relax."

"I brought peach pie and cookies that Mom sent too, Lex," Clark said, sitting on the plush leather couch closest to the movie theater sized TV screen.

"Peach pie?" Lex's breath caught. He had a particular soft spot in his heart for Martha Kent's pies, but peach was his favorite.

"And oatmeal cookies," Clark confirmed, knowing his friend's weaknesses.

Lex picked up the phone and called down to order dinner. "And send up the pie and cookies that Mr. Kent brought with him," he added.

Hanging up the phone, Lex walked over to the couch and sat next to Clark, pulling one leg under the other. "So, how was school today?" he asked.

"Can't say that I remember much of it," Clark admitted. "I was a bit distracted. I don't think I had any pop quizzes but you can never be sure. They may have snuck one by me."

Lex smiled. Yes, he understood distraction. He was pretty sure his Metropolis staff had gotten away with murder this morning but he couldn't bring himself to care. He was at home, well, he was at the closest thing that approximated home for him, with his best friend hopefully soon to become more, and his father was far far away. This was probably as good as his life would get for a long time.

"So, what would you like to do before dinner, Clark?" he asked. "We could play pool, watch movies, or I could break out the X-box. I got a new game this week."

Clark grinned and leaned in. "As appealing as all that stuff is, Lex, I think you know what I want to do."

Lex smiled. "Clark, if we start anything now, I don't think I'll be able to bring myself to stop," he confessed huskily. "Let's get dinner up here, so that we won't be interrupted after that."

Clark pouted slightly, but seemed to appreciate the wisdom of that. He leaned away slightly. "Ok. I wasn't that hungry but we can eat first. Food, then Lex. Fair enough," he said. "Save the best for last."

Wow. Clark was rating him higher than food? Shivering slightly at the eager, hot look in Clark's eyes, Lex sat up and smoothed his wrinkled white shirt with his suddenly damp hand. It was just in time, since at that moment his cook opened the door and wheeled in a table with fried chicken, potato salad, biscuits, and corn on the cob. On the side of the table were the peach pie, oatmeal cookies and vanilla ice cream. Clark's eyes lit up. Lex could feel his arteries groan at the thought of eating the cholesterol laden meal, but then he shrugged. Hell, he worked out. He could stray occasionally.

As Mrs. Burton laid out the meal, Lex got up from the couch to put a little distance between himself and Clark. "This all looks great, Mrs. B," he said. He could feel the weight of Clark's eyes on him. God, how was he going to make it through this meal? He wondered if there was a way he could arrange to eat peach pie off of his friend's tanned body at some point tonight.

Lex seemed nervous, Clark realized. Well, maybe for all of his previous experience, tonight was special to him as well. At least, Clark would like to think so.

The cook was efficient and she laid out the food in short order. "Call if you require anything else, Mr. Luthor," she said. As she turned to go, she glanced at Clark and then back at Lex, smiling almost.... approvingly? Lex raised an eyebrow. He would have to investigate that further.

The door closed quietly behind her.

"Mmm. Lex this looks great." Clark was sniffing at the food and piling his plate high. Lex looked on indulgently as Clark started devouring dinner. He fixed himself a plate and the two sat companionably as they ate.

"This is great, Lex." Clark said around his fourth piece of chicken. "I guess I was a bit hungrier than I thought."

Lex smiled to himself. He had never seen Clark not hungry.

When they finally finished the peach pie a-la-mode course, Lex settled back into the couch, sated. Clark was still munching on cookies.

"Let me have Mrs. B come and take this away, and then we can play," he said. Picking up the phone, Lex left instructions for cleanup.

With the dishes cleared away, Lex got up and walked over to the big screen TV. "So, you want to try to kick my ass at this game?" he asked, grinning.

Clark grinned back. "Well kicking your ass was not all that I had in mind for it," he said.

"Oh? What did you have in mind?" Lex asked, turning around slowly to look at Clark.

"C'mere and I'll show you."

This was a seventeen year old virgin? Lex sauntered his way back across the room towards his best friend, putting some extra swing in his step.

Clark's mouth grew dry as he contemplated the sexy hip movement. Lex stopped just in front of him, his hips at eye level.

"Now what?" Lex asked softly.

"Umm..." Clark had lost his train of thought.

"Guess we'll have to make this up as we go along then," Lex murmured, and then he straddled Clark's lap and sat down.

The yelp Clark let out made Lex smile. "So, what exactly did you have in mind, Clark?" he asked, settling in his lap and leaning in to whisper in Clark's ear.

Clark was too busy running his hands over Lex's butt to answer. A slow thrust of Lex's pelvis against his hard cock seemed to bring him back to the matter at hand, however. "I'm open to suggestions," he gasped, overwhelmed by the sensations.

Lex ran his hands through Clark's curls and gently nibbled at his throat. "I have had some time to contemplate this. I thought I might start by tasting you here,'" he said softly, the gusting of his warm breath over the sensitive skin of Clark's neck making the younger man shiver.

Clark turned his head and licked the hollow of Lex's throat. He was rewarded with a breathless moan.

"Mmm. Good instincts," Lex groaned. "Maybe we should move this into the bedroom, Clark," he said. Brushing a quick kiss across Clark's lips, Lex stood up and pulled Clark after him.

They entered the room and as Lex walked towards the enormous platform bed that took center stage, he was still holding Clark's hand tightly. Clark looked around at the decor. It was sparsely furnished, tailored and perfectly Lex. Purple sheets were displayed by the invitingly turned down bed. The lighting was provided primarily by hundreds of flickering candles placed around the room.

Suddenly stopping, Lex turned back towards Clark and leaning up, brushed another kiss across his lips. "Stay here with me tonight," he said invitingly.

Clark pulled Lex in for another kiss. "Like you even had to ask," he said softly.

By the dim light of the flickering candles, they undressed each other slowly. Lex finally got to run his hands over the sun kissed skin that had fascinated him for so long, and Clark could not get over how soft Lex was everywhere. Well, almost everywhere. Lex's cock was beautiful, huge and very very hard. Clark had never seen a cock that was not his own.

Lex was equally impressed with Clark's attributes. He swallowed thickly as he contemplated the vision in front of him. Well, at least the advertising hadn't lied. Clark was big, as promised by his height, hand and foot size. Lex was drooling, and not just his mouth, as he backed them up the few steps until the back of his legs hit the bed. He fell over onto it, pulling Clark down with him.

Clark supported himself with his arms, having visions of crushing Lex if he fell too hard. Crushing Lex? Damn, he really needed to tell Lex his secret before they did this. But, before he could work out what to say, Lex had rolled him over and resumed that addictive neck licking thing. And now he was adding chest licking and body rubbing to the repertoire. Clark saw stars when Lex dragged his tongue roughly over his nipple.

Apples. Apples and clean linen and sky. That's what Clark tasted like, and Lex was suddenly addicted to that taste, that smell. And the sound that Clark made when Lex flicked his tongue over his nipple made him never want to stop. Would it be odd if I just followed him around and licked him periodically to keep hearing that sound? Lex wondered. But wait, Clark was trying to stop. Lex raised his head and looked in green eyes that shone with affection and lust and something else that he didn't dare classify.

"Lex, before we go any further, I need to tell you some stuff..." Clark stumbled over the words adorably.

Tell him stuff? Now? Oh, this was where Clark came clean about the secrets. Lex placed a finger over his lips to forestall any further confessions. "Hush, Clark, you don't have to tell me now. You don't know how much it means that you want to tell me at all. Yes, I want to know, but whatever it is, it won't make a difference to us tonight."

Clark was nothing if not determined. "No, Lex. I need to tell you this. It could make a big difference..."

"To whom, Clark?" Lex interrupted.

"Well, to you, to us... I... I could hurt you..."

The words were smothered by Lex's lips as they attached themselves once more to Clark's. His tongue begged entrance to that sweet interior and Clark finally caved, opening his mouth on a groan, letting Lex explore at will. Lex brought all of his formidable expertise to that kiss, and Clark was whimpering by the end of it.

While Clark was still speechless, Lex whispered in his ear. "Mmm. Clark I'm aware that you're strong and fast, and that you could hurt me if you really wanted to. But I've seen you with children, and small animals... hell, with your mother. You have a gentle soul, and I know you don't want to hurt me. So, can we let this slide until tomorrow? I have some secrets to tell you too."

Nodding slowly, Clark met Lex's clear blue gaze. Ok, he had tried to come clean, and Lex was right, he would gnaw off his own arm before he would deliberately hurt anyone, much less Lex, who he strongly suspected he was in love with.

Seeing the acceptance in Clark's eyes, Lex relaxed and wrapped a leg around those smooth muscled hips. A slow grind and thrust of his pelvis brought a whimper to Clark's throat and a chuckle to Lex's.

They had rolled sideways and were now facing each other, and Clark couldn't get over how incredible Lex looked in candlelight. All sleek muscle and smooth white skin that he longed to lick and fondle. So he did. And Lex seemed to like that. If the sounds he was making were any indication anyway.

God, Clark has great hands, Lex thought hazily, as they slid over his skin. Yeah and great lips too, that were brushing across his chin and face and neck. Lex had never felt so cherished in his life. His head tilted back and he ran his hands over Clark's back, feeling the muscles there flex under them.

Lex didn't seem worried about his lack of expertise, Clark realized. In fact, Lex didn't seem to worrying about much at all, except maybe how to get closer to Clark. And Lex had never looked as sexy as he did in that moment, eyes closed, mouth open, and head thrown back. A fine sheen covered his skin and then Clark wasn't thinking any more than "need to suck", so he did.

"Mmm, shit, Clark, great... guh... great mouth...fuuck," Lex was babbling, and he knew it. It was the one thing that he did while fucking that he hated. He talked too much, and given his past history with lovers, it had made for interesting pillow talk afterwards. But he wasn't worried now. Now, he was with Clark, who nuzzled and licked and sucked his way down Lex's body like a pro. And who the hell had taught him how to do that...?

Lex came unglued when Clark licked at his cock like it was a big lollypop. Long slurping swipes with that tongue... God, was Clark part snake? How was he doing that fast flicker with the tip of his tongue...? When Clark moved his tongue to Lex's slit and vibrated it, Lex's hips rotated off the bed and he screamed.

Smiling as he mentally high fived himself, Clark held on to his shaking lover and slowly sucked Lex deeper and deeper into his mouth. Tongue superspeed did come in handy after all! Remembering to cover his teeth, Clark swallowed Lex, trying hard not to drool too much around his mouthful. The heavy weight of Lex's cock bumped against the back of his closed throat, and Clark gasped, inadvertently taking Lex in deeper.

Lex did not just whine! Luthors did not... oh fuck... Clark was humming around him. The pleasure was... Ok, fine. Yes, Luthors whined, they screamed, they did whatever their incredible boyfriend's wanted them to do when they were being deep throated by them.

Pulling on Lex's hips, Clark tried to encourage him to move, to fuck his mouth, and Lex was a genius, because he got it right away. His fingers coiled in Clark's silky hair and he shuddered and started thrusting, unable to remain still with that sucking wet warmth pulsing around him.

Eyes rolled back into his head, body on the brink, Lex couldn't last long, but he tried, a steady stream of sexy, dirty words pouring from his throat. And then a slick finger.... where the fuck had Clark learned to do that? and then he came so hard he was blind for a moment, exploding over Clark's tongue and down his receptive throat.

Clark was suddenly glad that he didn't actually need to breathe.

Lex did however, and it took him a few moments to relearn how. He finally opened one eye to see Clark panting next to him. Had he...? No, Lex realized looking down at Clark's still huge hard cock. No, he hadn't and Lex needed to do something about that, after all. He was the guest! Rising up onto his side, Lex ran his damp hand down that luscious length and rotated his thumb across the weeping tip.

Clark responded beautifully by shaking all over and pulsing to completion over Lex's hand.

Lex watched avidly as his lover came hard, and then he pulled Clark close to him and kissed him deeply, thoroughly mapping his mouth with his tongue, moaning as he tasted remnants of his essence there.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathing heavily, Clark sounded disappointed as he said, "Darn it! I wanted to last a bit longer for you, Lex."

Lex smiled softly. "No, Clark. God! You blew me, and then you came when I touched you! Do you know what a compliment that is?" He grinned wickedly. "Plus, now we can take our time and do some more."

"More?" Clark said, face lighting up.

Lex smirked. "Yes, my not so innocent farm boy, more. And where did you learn to blow someone like that? That was... incredible!"

Clark's grin got even bigger. "The internet is a horny boy's best friend, Lex," he said. "I did a lot of... research." He didn't add that having no need to breathe and the ability to superspeed any muscle in his body also came in handy. He would get to that part later.

"Hmmm." Lex raised an eyebrow. "Well then, Clark, you are a prodigal. What else did your research teach you?"

Clark smiled and lay back. "All sorts of stuff, Lex. But right now I wanna see the master at work," he said.

"Well, I need a bit of recovery time," Lex said, stretching out beside Clark, his fingers playing with the soft dark curls. Clark curled his body closer and ran his hands over the soft skin that so fascinated him.

"How long have you been thinking about this, Lex?" he whispered.

Lex looked into clear green eyes and smiled. "Ever since I woke up on that river bank, Clark," he whispered back. "I think as soon as I saw you, I knew. I didn't know if you would feel the same, but I knew that you were special to me, and that we would be close."

Clark smiled and gathered Lex in his arms. "I like us this close," he said softly. Lex smiled and closed his eyes. He couldn't remember ever being this happy. They drifted for a while, neither one speaking, but communicating nonetheless with soft touches, caresses and the occasional sloppy kiss.

When Lex started slowly rubbing against his thigh however, Clark's body quickly responded. Clark's breathing hitched as the rubbing got to be more focused.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Clark asked as Lex brushed against him tantalizingly. "Do I finally get to see the expert at work?"

"Mmmm. Suddenly, I feel some... pressure, Clark," Lex murmured. Grinning, he slithered down Clark's body and, leaning over, started sucking at the warm skin of Clark's inner thighs. "Although I must tell you," he whispered against the sensitive skin, "that I do some of my best work under pressure."

Clark lost all knowledge of language when Lex's lips touched him. What was Lex doing...? Clark almost levitated off of the bed when Lex first licked one of his balls, and then gently rolled it around in his mouth. And the sound he made when Lex's tongue started flirting with his ass defied description. Fuck, he was going to die. Could people die from rimming? That tongue... that wet tongue was pushing inside him, and was Lex the alien? because he was sure that should not have been possible, what he was doing with his tongue. Clark wanted more, so much more.

The steady stream of sighs, moans, groans and whimpers that issued from Clark's mouth were like a symphony to Lex. He felt like he was composing his and Clark's theme. The high pitched sound that Clark made when Lex wriggled his tongue inside him went straight to his cock, which was, surprisingly enough, already hard again. As his hands spread his eager lover wider, Lex inhaled more of that musky Clark scent and thrust his tongue deeper, making Clark's hips dance.

God! Lex was trying to eat him whole. And the slurping noises he made... Clark was hard again, his cock curving upward towards his belly, aching and wet. His head twisted back and forth, and his hands clutched at the sheets, twisting them in his fists as he fought to keep his sanity.

Somehow, Lex had managed to get the lube and had slicked his fingers, all while his tongue had been introducing itself to Clark's asshole, because the next thing he knew, the tongue was gone, and a greasy, slick finger was there. Yes, that was even better! It was bigger and when Lex crooked it for the first time, somehow finding a magic spot inside him, Clark screamed.

Soft, God! so sexy, voice floated up to Clark's ears. "Say hello to Mr. Prostate, Clark." Shit, and how could Lex still be talking? Clark could barely breathe, barely swallow. And now what was Lex doing? Another finger joined the first, and Clark moaned low in his throat. He rotated his hips madly, trying to push himself further and further onto those digits. His world narrowed down to the sensations being created by Lex's magical hands. He heard the crinkling sound of a wrapper being torn and opened his eyes to see Lex fumbling with a condom. No!

Lex had the condom packet out and almost had it unwrapped when it was knocked out of his hand forcefully. He looked up Clark's body to see that green gaze focused on him like a laser.

"No, Lex" Clark moaned, even as he tried to impale himself deeper on Lex's fingers. "We don't need them. I... I can't get sick and neither can you. Please?"

Lex closed his eyes. He knew in that day and age it was suicide, but this was Clark. Clark who he knew hadn't been with anyone, who had never to his knowledge been sick. And Lex was a meteor mutant, he couldn't get sick...

Opening his eyes again, he looked into Clark's and nodded, once.

Satisfied, Clark rotated his hips once more around Lex's fingers and whimpered. "Please, Lex. Just f.. fuck me now."

How could he resist a request like that? Pretty begging boy who was so eager for it, for Lex. Lex was so hard he could probably hammer nails with his dick, and he knew he had to get inside Clark soon or else he would come without getting to fuck his precious farm boy. He lined himself up, shaking from the effort of holding back his climax, and nudged that hole gently. But Clark was having none of that. He growled in the back of his throat and, with a quick slick movement that had Lex gasping, shoved himself onto Lex's cock. They both screamed.

"Shit! Clark!" Lex was vibrating, his throbbing cock very happy with the events of the past few seconds. It felt like there was a furnace in there.

Clark moaned at the sensation of being filled, and he tried to pull Lex deeper. "Please," he begged, sobbing.

Leaning over his lover's body, Lex steadily pushed himself in deeper and deeper until his balls were touching Clark's ass. As they gazed at each other face to face, Lex felt something change. The hand of destiny, he thought sappily, and then Clark moved. He dug his heels into Lex's back and whispered against his lips, "I love you, Lex. Now please, fuck me."

Clark loved him? Well, wasn't that a coincidence? Lex nodded shakily. Yes, he could do that. He could fuck Clark. Pulling back smoothly, Lex started a steady slow pulsing in and out of Clark, his rhythm calculated to prolong both their pleasure. As Clark continued to plead, Lex smiled against his lips and whispered encouraging words. He was determined to show his lover just how incredible this could be. Especially since this was Clark's first time. It was going to be special.

This was the best torture ever. Clark had never imagined that anything could feel like this. The slow burn that gave way to the pulsing warmth and fullness that was Lex. Lex, who was obviously determined to kill him by overloading his pleasure centers. Electric shocks seemed to go off under Clark's skin as Lex settled on top of him and thrust in and out slowly. Thickly. Wetly. Every inch of Clark tingled, and he found his hands kneading the slick skin of Lex back convulsively as he drove in and out. Why wouldn't Lex speed up? This slow lovemaking was making him crazy.

Lex licked Clark's lips savoringly, and when they parted, he dove in and explored, his tongue thrusting in a rhythm that matched his hips. The kiss was messy and wet and glorious. He could feel Clark coming apart in his arms, so he slowed down, hoping to draw the sensations out even more.

Clark fractured, his world exploding as ecstasy hit him, seeming to expand from the points of contact with Lex to the rest of his body. He convulsed, shuddering, his cock pouring his essence in between their writhing bodies. He came hard, and it felt like forever.

Lex dragged his lips off of Clark's when he felt the start of the first pulses inside his lover's body. He buried his face in his neck and fought to hang on to sanity as Clark's ass tried to squeeze the come out of him. Lex made it without climaxing, but barely, pulling back to drink in the look on Clark's face as he came.

Clark lay stunned for a moment, all thought gone in the aftermath of his climax. Then he realized that Lex was still inside him. Clark's body felt heavy, as if it was being pinned to the mattress by the hard cock inside it.

Lex was still throbbing as he felt the aftershocks running through Clark's body. The body that started twisting, as Lex resumed his slow pulsing.

Lex wasn't done? Clark groaned low in his throat as he felt the drag of that heavy cock inside him. He could almost catalogue every inch of Lex as he fucked him slow and deep. His hands clutched convulsively at the sheets, as he arched up to meet the thrusts. Opening his eyes, he met Lex's burning gaze and felt owned. Possessed.

Mine, Lex thought, as he started to pick up the pace. He varied his angle slightly and Clark yelled as Lex repeatedly slid by his prostate. Lex finally let go and, unable to continue the slow pace, started stabbing viciously into Clark, his rhythm gone ragged. A few more thrusts and sobs until finally with a yell, Lex pulsed inside of Clark and exploded, bathing his insides with his essence.

When Lex became aware of his surroundings once more, Clark was holding him securely and nuzzling his temple. Lex felt cherished, loved.

Clearing his throat, he said, "I love you too, Clark." He could feel Clark's smile against his face.

"I know, Lex," he said. "I know."

~

"So, why did you finally tell me, Clark?"

"I had to tell you sometime," Clark countered. They were in the sunny breakfast room on the east side of the castle, and Lex looked radiant that morning, but Clark admitted he had a certain bias.

"No, you actually didn't," Lex replied. "You could have kept it a secret from me."

"Well, are you saying you didn't want to know?" Clark said, helping himself to another stack of pancakes.

Lex rolled his eyes and took another sip of his coffee, not deigning to answer that question.

"Plus," Clark continued, "it's not like I could hide it from you forever. Not if we're planning to be together." A hesitation. "We are going to do that, right? Stay together? My news didn't scare you off, did it?"

Sweet open smile that lit up the room. And Clark swore he hadn't ever imagined that look on Lex's face.

"Yes, Clark," Lex said. "We're together. You could have said that you're an alien with hidden extra mating tentacles that are incompatible with human anatomy, and we would still be together. Nothing is going to stop that."

"First of all, eww. But secondly, the only reason I haven't said anything up to now is, my parents swore me to secrecy."

"And I get that, Clark. They were right to do that by the way. What I want to know is, why tell me at all, Clark?"

"I meant what I said last night, Lex," Clark said softly, eyes gentle on his boyfriend's face. "I love you. I want to tell you anything and everything that you want to know."

"You realize this means I now have to tell you my secrets, right?" Lex had his game face on, but Clark could feel the tension that suddenly gripped his lover.

Leaning over and talking both of Lex's hands in his, Clark whispered, "Hey, then it's a first time for both of us."

~Fin