Second Kiss

This is the follow up to First Kiss, previously posted.

Disclaimer: I want them to be happy, so I borrow them periodically. But they are so not mine. Sad really.

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The party of the first was still negotiating with the party of the second part, and Lex was still really bored with the whole thing. He could fake paying attention with the best of them, and that ability had saved him several times this trip, but his father would catch on eventually. Lex had to be at the top of his game, but he simply wasn't, and it was the fault of a certain green eyed farm boy, who, despite his lack of technique, had managed to throw Lex's libido into overdrive with a simple kiss.

On the plane, Lex had had enough paperwork to keep him somewhat occupied, but once in Hong Kong, he couldn't stop thinking about Clark. It had been four days, and Lex was past ready to go back to Smallville.

To say that he had been been surprised, perhaps even shocked, when Clark had kissed him, would have been an understatement. Lex had always thought that he would have to initiate anything with Clark, and since Clark was a wholesome, Kansas bred, presumably heterosexual boy, the likelihood of that was nill. He had resigned himself to looking, but not touching. And now, everything had changed.

He found himself re living the conversation that they had had over dinner and that kiss. Their first kiss. Lex knew he really needed to have a serious talk with Clark. A nice long talk, hopefully followed by more nice long kisses. Well, maybe the talking didn't have to be that long....

This business deal was almost complete and he thought that he could get away with leaving early, if he was careful and didn't let his father know how eager he was to leave.

He had opted not to call Clark from the Orient. For one thing, the fourteen hour time difference made it difficult. Lex had visions of an angry Jonathan Kent answering the phone and letting Lex have it because he had miscalculated the time and it was was the middle of the night in Kansas. For another, Lex wasn't sure that Lionel wasn't monitoring his every move. The last thing Lex wanted was to put Clark any further on his father's radar.

Lex knew Clark had secrets. More than just the secret of his sexual orientation. Unfortunately, his father also knew that there was something special about "that Kent boy" as he called him. Lex was determined to be the first and only Luthor to find out what it was, and he was determined to do whatever it took to protect his friend. Lover. Whatever Clark eventually turned out to be.

And then there was the fact that Lex had always been attracted to Clark. To find out that the attraction was mutual was... somewhat frightening actually. Lex did not have the best track record when it came to relationships. He didn't want to risk losing his only true friend because of some out of control hormones.

Fortunately, in his first meeting of the day on Wednesday morning, things seemed to fall into place.

"Lex." His father was in an unusually good mood. "You've done a great job this trip, son," Lionel said as he clapped him on the shoulder. "I think your part of this deal is wrapped up. Why don't you head home early and I'll finish up?"

Lex paused. He knew this trick. If he acted too eager, his father would be suspicious and would start spying on him. Well, since he was pretty sure he was already spying on him, this might make him step up the surveillance. So, time to go into the business obsessed act.

"But Dad, I should probably stay, don't you think? The Yohikos aren't committed yet. They seem to like me, so maybe I should stay. Confirm the deal. Plus, are you going to deny me the chance to learn from the expert?"

Lionel laughed mockingly. "If you haven't learned by now, Lex, then you're hopeless. Don't argue with me. I need you back at that plant. I'll handle the deal from here. You'll just have to give up getting into Kikyo Yohiko's pants this trip." He smiled at the look on his son's face. "Didn't think I knew about her? When will you realize that I know everything, Lex? The plane will be leaving at noon. Be ready, and be on it." The elder Luthor walked away whistling.

Lex gave him the "I'm pissed, but not showing it" blank look that Lionel was probably expecting, but inside he was relieved. He would be back in Smallville by that afternoon, Kansas time. All that fake flirting with Kikyo had paid off! He hoped to be able to surprise Clark and maybe they could even manage dinner so they could talk. And maybe I can kiss those sweet lips again, Lex thought.

~

Clark missed Lex from the moment he stepped onto the plane. On his drive back to Smallville, he had re lived their farewell scene and decided that, all in all, things had gone pretty well. Lex hadn't rejected him. In fact, Lex seemed interested in him romantically. And he wanted to talk when he got back. That was a good sign, right?

The weekend had been consumed with chores, so Clark had had very little time to brood. He figured that that was probably a good thing. He was disappointed that Lex had not called over the weekend, but this was a business deal he was negotiating, so he may not have had time. At least that was what Clark told himself.

At school on Monday, Chloe started questioning him about how the plan had turned out and he simply gave her the thumbs up. She demanded details.

"Clark, c'mon! I need to live vicariously through you. At least tell me if he was a good kisser."

Once he confirmed that indeed, Lex was a superb kisser, it seemed to be enough of an answer for her and she hugged him briefly and then was gone, off investigating some wall of weird phenomenon, no doubt.

By Wednesday however, Clark was practically vibrating with tension. Why hadn't Lex called? The silence was unnerving. He had read about a big business deal in Hong Kong, and had even seen Lionel Luthor's picture in the paper, but there was no mention of Lex. That was good, right? It meant he wasn't causing headlines with some Asian heiress, or heir. Clark then realized that he would now be doubly worried, since Lex might be dating any of the women or men he saw him linked to in the papers.

"Clark, honey, what's wrong?" Martha asked as he got home from school that afternoon. She had noticed his preoccupation over the past few days, and was starting to become concerned. She set a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies in front of him, and knew something was really wrong when he left several.

"Nothing's wrong, Mom," he said. "Just haven't heard anything from Lex yet." He looked at his watch. "I know we're in different time zones, but I thought he would have called by now."

"Well, Clark, it is a business meeting. Perhaps he hasn't had time, and when he does have time it might be two a.m. here," she reminded him.

Clark nodded, and he knew it was true, but it didn't make him feel any better about the whole thing. It had been hard to put himself out on a limb like that, and the suspense was killing him. He needed to talk to Lex, to see him, to know that they really could have a relationship. He needed reassurance that the whole thing hadn't been only in his imagination.

His musings were cut short by the phone ringing. "Get that, would you, Clark?" his mother asked, leaning over to take some muffins out of the oven. "It's probably your father calling from that tractor convention."

"Sure, Mom," he said, and picked up the phone. "Kent residence." Clark almost dropped the phone when a smooth voice rolled over him.

"Hello, Clark," Lex said. "How are you?"

"Lex!" Clark said excitedly, "I was starting to get worried. How's the deal going?"

"Very well. So well in fact, that my father sent me back early. I'm in the limo on the way back from Metropolis as we speak."

"Wow, back already, huh?" Clark said, grinning. The day was definitely looking up.

"Yeah," Lex replied, juggling the phone and his jacket, which he had taken off upon entering the car. "I've been traveling for eighteen hours, even though I left Hong Kong Wednesday morning and it's Wednesday afternoon here." He laughed. "This international date line thing always screws me up. Anyway, I was thinking, Clark. Maybe you could come over to dinner tonight, so we can talk. Most of my staff is away, although my cook will be there, and so I figured we could watch a movie and eat some pizza. At least until I collapse."

Clark's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "I'll have to ask Mom, Lex, but if she says it's ok, then that would be great! Hang on."

Martha watched her son carefully as he spoke to his best friend on the phone. The previous depressed mood was not evident at all. It was curious how closely Clark's moods were tied to Lex's presence or absence in Smallville. She hadn't noticed that before.

"Mom, can I go over to Lex's for dinner tonight?" Clark asked, his hand held over the phone receiver.

"All right, Clark," she said. "But you need to have all of your homework and all of your chores done before you go. That is especially important, since your father is away until next week. And your curfew is still eleven."

"Thanks, Mom!" he said, and, getting back on the phone with Lex, made arrangements to meet him at six at the castle. After hanging up, he finished the cookies and milk that had been languishing in front of him, hugged Martha, and then he ran outside to do the chores.

Martha watched him go, a speculative look in her eye. She wondered when her son had formed such an attachment to Lex Luthor. Glancing at the clock, she was not at all surprised to see her son back fifteen minutes later with all the chores taken care of.

"Chloe called, dear," she said to him as he came back into the house. "She's home, and she wants you to call her back."

"Thanks, Mom!" he called as he ran up the stairs. Picking up the phone, he quickly dialed the Sullivans' number.

"Hello, Sullivan residence," Chloe answered.

"Hey, Chloe. Mom said you called. Make it fast, 'cause Lex is back today, and he's invited me over for dinner," he said quickly. He held the phone away from his ear as she squealed.

"Clark! Whoo hoo! That's awesome. So, what are you doing wasting time talking on the phone with me?" she asked. "What are you wearing tonight anyway? It had better not be flannel. And I want real details this time!"

Laughing, Clark tried to insert a word. "Chloe! You called me remember? What's up? And I am gonna need some help to figure out what to wear tonight."

"Oh, it was nothing big, Clark. Just an article for this week's Torch that I wanted you to look at. We can talk about it tomorrow, I guess. What time's your date?" she asked.

"It's at six. Wanna come over at five thirty and help me, like last time?"

"Sure, Clark." A pause, while he heard papers rustling in the background, then she was back on the phone. "Hey, think if I come over a bit earlier, you may have time to look at the article? You can just proof it while I pick your outfit."

"Deal, Chloe," he agreed. "Come over at like five, so I'll have time to look at it."

After chatting for a few more minutes, he hung up the phone, ran downstairs to tell his mother that Chloe was coming over, and then, he went out to the barn to tidy up the Fortress. Now that he had the possibility of a boyfriend, one never knew if he might actually be able to have romantic trysts up there sometime.

~

Lex hung up the phone and sat back into the limousine seat. Well, that was settled. He was seeing Clark tonight, he was hopefully kissing Clark tonight, and maybe doing even more. He checked his watch and realized that he would be back in Smallville in about forty-five minutes. He had a lot to arrange.

When he finally arrived home, Lex went immediately to the kitchen to give an order for dinner. His housekeeper smiled pleasantly when she saw him. "Mr. Luthor, you're back early. Good to see you. What would you like for dinner this evening?"

"Clark Kent is coming over to watch movies, Mrs. Burton, so we'll want something casual. Pizza perhaps?"

"Ah, yes. Mr. Kent. I know what he likes. I'll take care of it, sir," she said. She looked critically at Lex. "You look tired, sir. Some coffee, perhaps?"

Lex sighed happily. "You are a treasure, Mrs. B.," he said. "Yes, a pot of coffee would be great. I'm going to take a shower, so, could you have it upstairs in fifteen minutes?"

He walked by his limo driver taking his luggage upstairs, and, stepping into his bedroom, walked immediately over to the bathroom to take a shower, shedding his clothes unselfconsciously on the way. Lex paused to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. I do look tired, he thought critically, and I have black circles under my eyes. No wonder, since I never sleep on planes, not since Helen. He turned sideways. But he certainly wasn't fat. Actually, he was pretty muscular, even when compared to buff farm boys. He laughed at himself and headed into the hot shower.

When Lex emerged, his pot of Kenya was waiting for him, and as he dressed, he slowly sipped it, starting to feel better. He stood in front of his closet and looked at his shirts, finally narrowing it down to lavender or aubergene. As he considered his choices, the phone rang.

"Luthor."

"Ah, Lex! You're home. Good." His father's voice crackled over the line.

"Hi, Dad," Lex said, rolling his eyes. Like his father hadn't timed his call perfectly. "What can I do for you?"

"Lex, I need you to have a meeting with the board tomorrow in Metropolis. The meeting is set for noon, so that will give you time to check on the plant before you leave." A pause, as Lionel talked to someone in the background. "I also need you to meet with some investors tomorrow night. I'm faxing all the details now. Did you have a good trip back?"

"Yes, it was fine. I'll take care of it, Dad. And will you still be back next week?"

"Yes, Lex. I am relying on you to hold down the fort while I'm gone." Lionel sounded too happy. Lex hoped that his father wasn't planning something that would bite him in the ass. Maybe he needed to do some investigating of his own. "Ok, Dad, I'll see you then."

Hanging up the phone, Lex pulled on the lavender shirt and finished dressing. He wanted to review the fax before Clark got there so that he could devote all of his attention to his friend. And those kissable lips. Whistling, Lex went downstairs to his office, kicked off his shoes, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

~

When Chloe arrived at the Kent farm, she was let in by Martha. "He's upstairs, dear," she said, smiling as Chloe ran up the stairs.

"Come on in," Clark called, as she knocked at his bedroom door. "Hey, Chloe," he said happily as she came in.

Chloe patted his head and then almost immediately started rummaging through his wardrobe. She tossed her article at him as she started trying to put together an outfit. "Here, Kent," she said grinning. "Read that and let me know what you think. I'm just gonna go through your stuff again."

Grinning back, Clark picked up the article and started reading, content to let Chloe re style him. After all, it had worked last time.

As she muttered about the sad state of his wardrobe and the poor choices she had, Clark read the article. He was, as always, impressed with her investigational skills. "Hey, did Mary Jane Monroe really try to suck out the minds of the cheerleading team? And why don't I remember this?"

Chloe laughed. "Because, Clark, you were over your Lana obsession by then and no one really thought the cheerleaders were acting any differently." She held up a thin gray sweater. "I guess this could work," she said looking at it critically. "Now, where are those black pants...."

Twenty minutes later, she was circling him, looking him over for flaws. Finally, she nodded with satisfaction. "Well, I think you look great, Clark," she said. "What do you think?"

Staring at himself in the mirror, Clark almost didn't recognize the man looking back. She had slicked back his hair again, what was her obsession with his hair anyway? and the gray color seemed to make his eyes and cheekbones stand out. He wished he knew how she did that. He ran his eyes over the rest of his outfit, and even he had to admit that the thin sweater clinging to his chest and the tight black jeans looked pretty good.

"Not bad, Chloe," he said slowly. "Not bad. I think Lex might like this."

She rolled her eyes. "He'll love it, Clark," she replied. "The only way he won't love it is if he faints, because you look so hot, and, on hitting his head, sustains brain damage. Trust me on this, Clark."

"You're good for my ego," he said, hugging her quickly. Glancing at his watch he did a double take. "Whoa! It's almost six, I gotta go. See you later, Chloe. Thanks again."

As the two of them ran down the stairs, Chloe waved goodbye to Martha and took off for home. Clark let her go ahead and then, picked up the keys for the truck. "See you later, Mom," he said.

Martha swiftly took in his new and improved look. "Have fun dear," she said serenely, taking yet another batch of cookies out of the oven. As she watched him drive away, she made a mental note to have Lex over to dinner as soon as possible. If what she suspected was happening between her son and Lex was, then she needed to get Lex and her husband into a civilized relationship as soon as possible. "And be careful, Clark," she whispered.

Clark was a quarter of a mile away and heard his mother's advice. He smiled and looked down at the bouquet of red roses that he had talked Chloe into picking up for him on the way over. She had left the flowers in his truck on the way in, so that he wouldn't have to answer any difficult questions.

Eight minutes later, he pulled into Lex's driveway. The limo was still parked out front, and the front hallway lights were on. The front door was open, and Lex himself was standing in the hallway, gazing out at the driveway.

Lex had been able to concentrate for about an hour before thoughts of Clark had overwhelmed him. The look on Clark's face when he had pulled away from their first kiss still haunted Lex. His face had been so... open. All those feelings had been right there. Feelings always made Lex nervous, which explained why he had avoided them in previous relationships. But this was not his typical relationship. This was Clark, and he already loved him. So, Lex had to be careful, he couldn't rush him. Whatever was to happen would have to be instigated by Clark.

Wandering out into the entrance hallway of the castle barefoot, he watched as an old red truck worked its way up his driveway. Clark. He was finally here. At his house. Lex gulped the last of his coffee and got ready to greet his friend.

"Hey, Lex," Clark called out to him as he stepped out of the truck.

Clark looked... stunning. Lex swallowed hard at the vision walking towards him. Those bright green eyes and those soft lips had featured prominently in most of Lex's dreams for the past few nights, and to see the reality coming towards him.... Lex put his coffee cup down on a hallway table before he dropped it, and buried his shaking hands in his pockets. He watched as Clark walked up to him carrying... roses? Yes, long stemmed red roses. Lex felt a part of his heart melt.

Stopping in front of Lex, Clark smiled shyly. "Welcome back, Lex," he said softly, handing him the flowers. "I missed you."

Accepting them graciously, Lex dipped his nose into the flowers to sniff them and then looked up at Clark through his eyelashes. "Thank you, Clark," he said, smiling. "They're lovely. Come on in, and I'll have them put in some water."

Following Lex into the castle, Clark looked down and noticed that the older man wasn't wearing any shoes. Lex had oddly sexy feet. As his eyes swept upwards, Clark admired Lex's long legs, his shapely butt and the well formed back muscles that he could see moving rhythmically beneath his shirt. The uncharacteristically rolled up sleeves even gave him a much coveted glimpse of Lex's nicely muscled arms.

Lex felt the scrutiny and smiled. Well, that and the roses indicated that Clark's interest hadn't waned.

As they walked into the kitchen, Lex looked around for a vase. Clark just looked admiringly at Lex.

Three large, fresh pizzas sat on the stove, and Lex's cook was busy bustling around, putting finishing touches on their dinner tray. She looked up as they walked in. "Hello, Cla... Mr. Kent," she said smiling at them. Clark sent her a friendly smile in return.

Lex handed the roses to her. "Would you put these in water, Mrs. B? And maybe we could have some to spruce up our tray when you bring it up?"

Her smile got wider as she saw the roses. "Ah, these are lovely," she breathed. She flicked a quick glance at Clark and said, "I think we can manage something, Mr. Luthor. Leave it to me." She winked at Clark as she took the flowers and turned away.

That taken care of, Lex led Clark out of the kitchen and upstairs to the media room. "I pulled out several movie possibilities, Clark," he said. "I wasn't sure what you wanted to see."

Clark bit his tongue. He knew exactly what he wanted to see, but it had nothing to do with movies, and everything to do with Lex. Lex, naked, moaning, spread on his bed, sweaty and hard and.... Clark closed his eyes to try to clear his head.

"You ok, Clark?" Lex's amused voice caused Clark's eyes to fly open. Uh oh, busted!

"Um, yeah I'm fine, Lex," he said. "I'll watch whatever you want."

Lex smirked. "We probably need to pick one or two movies, Clark, so that when your mother asks what you did tonight, you can give her a legitimate answer."

Clark blushed. Was he so transparent? And did that mean that they would be doing something else tonight? Something less legitimate? He certainly hoped so.

"And, we need to be engaged in a bit of movie watching when Mrs. B. comes up with dinner," Lex continued. "Unless you want the word to get out, and you want me to be run out of town by irate farmers with pitchforks." He busied himself with pulling out several DVDs, then looking up, he smiled gently. "There may already be some talk, since you did the overblown romantic gesture thing and brought me red roses."

Clark blushed even harder. "I hope that wasn't too much, Lex," he said. "I... it felt like the thing to do."

"It was sweet, Clark," he said. "I'm not used to sweet, but I could get used to it quite easily."

"Then I'm glad I did it, Lex," Clark said softly. Glancing at the movie choices Lex was holding in his hand, he picked two at random. "How about The Chronicles of Riddick or... The Bourne Supremacy?"

Lex nodded and tossed both movies onto the table, leaning down to put the rest away. Clark again got his fill of Lex's shapely ass, which did nothing to calm his body's automatic response to the older man.

"So, how come you're back early?" Clark asked, sitting on the couch and crossing his legs.

"I apparently played my part in the deal, and my father decided that I needed to be back here," Lex replied. "In fact, he wants me in Metropolis tomorrow for meetings, so I won't be around tomorrow night." Lex placed the DVDs in the player and started walking to the couch.

"Will you be back for the weekend?" Clark asked, hoping that he wasn't sounding too needy.

"Should be," Lex said, curling up next to Clark on the couch. "If I am, would you be able to come over?"

"Yeah. My Mom joins my Dad in Kansas City for the tractor convention on Friday, so I'll be alone all weekend."

One eyebrow went up. Clark was alone for the weekend? "Well, we can't have that, Clark. Why don't you come here and stay? I have plenty of room."

"Mom will have to agree," Clark said. "But I think I can talk her into it."

As Lex busied himself setting up the DVD player, Clark started wondering when the kissing portion of the evening would start. Unless, Lex didn't want to kiss him, and this was his way of reestablishing their former platonic relationship.

As he sat brooding, the cook brought up a rolling cart with two large salads, three large pizzas and ice cream sundaes. The sundaes she put into the refrigerator and then she spread the rest of the meal out on the low table that was in between the couch and the giant movie screen. She worked quietly and efficiently and, as she finished, she looked again at Clark, winked, and put out the roses that he had brought, placing the arrangement in the center of the table.

"Thank you," Lex said. "Lovely, as always."

"You're both welcome. Do you require anything else?" she asked smilingly.

"No, this will be fine, Mrs. B. I'll see you tomorrow," Lex said. After watching her leave, he turned to Clark and asked, "So, what do you want to watch first? And how long can you stay, anyway?"

"Well I can probably make it through one movie," Clark admitted. "Mom did make it a point to remind me of my eleven o'clock curfew." He rolled his eyes.

Lex nodded. "Fair enough. I'll have to be sure to have you home by then. So, food first, then movie?"

Reaching for a slice of pizza, Clark grinned. "Yeah, good idea. I am kind of hungry," he said. Both men laughed as Clark's stomach grumbled loudly.

They devoured the pizza in short order, Lex surprising himself with how hungry he was.

It was all Clark could do to restrain himself from reaching over to Lex and pulling him into his arms to kiss him senseless. Clark had never noticed how sexy Lex was when he ate things. Or drank things. Or breathed. Well, he had noticed, it was just that tonight it seemed that Lex was turning on extra charm.

When they had finished dessert, watching Lex's tongue swirl around the cream filled spoon almost made Clark burst! Lex started the movie. He then settled into a comfortable sprawl on his side of the couch, legs splayed out from his body, remote in hand. He looked exhausted.

Clark wracked his brain to try to think of a way to move within touching distance of Lex. It was almost the end of the movie when an idea occurred to him.

"I'm glad we decided to watch the Chronicles of Riddick first, since I seem to have this new found appreciation of hot bald men," Clark said suddenly.

Lex flicked a look at him and laughed. "I think I will ignore that remark, Kent, since you cannot possibly be comparing me to Vin Diesel."

"Well, not intellectually, Lex. But you must admit, he's not bad looking."

"Mmm. No comment," Lex said.

"He does remind me of you," Clark continued, biting his lips to keep from laughing.

As he anticipated, he got the Lexian eyebrow raise as a response.

"Oh? In what way?" Lex asked.

Grinning, Clark reached out and slid closer to Lex.

"Well, first there's the sexy baldness that I mentioned before," he said softly, running a gentle hand over Lex's smooth scalp. "And then, there's your voice. Did you know that your voice gives me the shivers?"

Lex closed his eyes. "No, that you haven't mentioned before."

"Well, it does," Clark said. "And these muscles, they are really hot," he murmured as he traced the exposed skin of Lex's arms with a finger.

Lex shivered in reaction, suddenly glad that he had left his sleeves rolled up from before.

"But, what really drives me nuts about you," Clark whispered, "is this scar on your upper lip." He rubbed the scar with his finger, his breathing speeding up in concert with Lex's. "It makes me want to... " Leaning closer, he whispered against Lex's lips, "Can I kiss you, Lex?"

Lex nodded wordlessly.

Clark needed no second invitation. As he pressed his lips to Lex's, the world fell away and the movie played on as forgotten background noise. When Lex's mouth opened, Clark was lost. His gasp provided the perfect opportunity for Lex to deepen the kiss, which he skillfully did, licking his way inside Clark's mouth and coaxing Clark's tongue to respond. And respond it did, by twining around Lex's in a sensual dance that made both their heads spin.

At last, Clark thought. And then all coherent thought dissolved, as Lex proceeded to lick Clark's tongue slowly and with evident enjoyment. Clark's arms slipped around Lex, cradling him to his well muscled chest, and Lex's slender fingers in turn were deeply buried in Clark's silky hair, holding him close. They kissed for what felt like eternity, yet it wasn't nearly long enough. Clark thought that he could kiss Lex forever.

Lex finally pulled away, panting. He had to stop Clark from following by placing two fingers against his lips. "Clark," he whispered, face even more beautiful by the flickering lights of the television, "we need to stop."

That was the worst idea Clark had ever heard. "Why?" he asked, confused.

Lex smiled. "It's getting late, Clark. You have a curfew." I can't believe that I'm dating a man with a curfew, he thought, shaking his head. "And I have a big meeting tomorrow in Metropolis, that I need to get a good night's sleep for. Our date's almost over."

Date? Lex considered them to be dating? Clark grinned and then frowned, looking at the clock. "But it's only... oh crap, it's ten forty-five," he said.

Lex nodded. "Yes. So you have fifteen minutes to get home, and I'm getting up early, so we need to call it a night."

Clark nodded glumly. Why had he waited until so late to start the kissing? There had hardly been any cuddle time at all.

Sliding to his feet, Lex reached down and pulled Clark off of the couch. "It's ok, Clark," he said. "See if you can stay the weekend, then we won't have to worry about curfews and we'll have all the time in the world to do as much as you want."

Grinning, Clark hugged Lex. "I want to do everything, Lex," he whispered huskily.

"Everything?" Lex whispered, his voice catching. "And what does everything mean to you Clark?"

Leaning over, Clark murmured in Lex ear. "I want you in me, me in you. I want to taste you and suck you and... make love with you, Lex."

The sound Lex made in response to that statement would live on in Clark's dreams. And he wanted to hear it often.

Pulling back, Lex looked up into that emerald gaze and smiled. "We can do all of that and more, Clark," he said huskily. "But right now you have to leave before I forget my good intentions and we end up here on the floor of my media room."

Clark laughed. "The floor is fine with me," he said, winking.

"But not tonight, Clark." Lex was adamant. "On the weekend we'll be relaxed and we'll be able to do all that you want and more, you'll see."

Lex was right. Clark knew Lex was right, but he didn't have to like it. Shifting to try to relieve the pressure in his pants, Clark nodded. He tucked his clothes back in and then they walked hand in hand quietly down to the front door. Opening the door, Lex turned back to Clark and pulled him in for one last kiss. He moved away before it got too involved, and, pushing Clark out of the door, he whispered, "See you Friday night, lover."

Lover? Waving goodbye, Clark felt like he was floating as he walked to the truck. In fact, he checked a couple of times to make sure his feet were firmly planted on the ground. He needed about eight minutes to drive home, although truth be told, he could be there much faster if he picked up the truck and superspeeded home with it. Still, Lex didn't know his secret yet, and this was not the time to tell him, or show him.

Climbing into the truck, he slowly drove away, watching Lex get smaller and smaller in his rear view mirror.

The next time I see him, Clark thought, he's mine.

~Fin