Summer in the City.

Disclaimer: If I were Empress of the world they would be mine, but alas, I am not.

Thanks, as always, to the incomparable Melisande for the beta.

Pacing anxiously, Clark waited for Lex's flight to arrive. He kept checking the monitor, and it kept saying the same thing, 'on time'. Thank God Clark had been 'on time' to pick him up. He couldn't believe the day was finally here. The day he would get to see his best friend again. It had been a long year away in college without him. Yes, he had missed his parents, and his friends, but the one person that he had missed the most was Lex. Lex, who had been haunting his dreams, his fantasies, for over a year.

It wasn't as if Clark hadn't kept in touch with Lex. The countless late night conversations with him on the phone, the almost daily instant messaging... it allowed them to talk a lot. But it wasn't the same as being able to curl up on Lex's couch and watch movies with him. And it certainly wasn't the same as playing their regular daily game of pool. Things were different now.

Clark wasn't sure when his feelings for Lex had deepened, all he knew was that he was in love with his best friend. His best friend who was probably straight. Clark couldn't be sure. Lex had been married several times, to women, and Clark had been there every time. Clark could not exclude the possibility that Lex might be interested in the right guy though. Clark just didn't know if he was the right guy.

He wondered if Lex had any idea of how Clark felt about him. Was it obvious? He wondered if the chemistry would be anything like he remembered, like he hoped. It had been a year since they had been together in person; since Clark had moved to New York to go to college, and he wondered if it had all been in his imagination. He didn't think so, though. The looks Lex used to give him, the gifts and all the personal attention...

Wish I knew then what I know now, Clark thought ruefully. Here he was, a gay man in New York who was only interested in his best friend from back home. What a cliche. He had considered dating, but no one here appealed to him. Let's face it Kent, he thought, why would you settle for hamburger when you had tasted chateaubriand? And now that he knew his own mind, how did he find out what was in Lex's? Only one way to find out, and the moment of truth was drawing closer and closer. He glanced again at the arrival monitor, checking for Lex's plane.

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Lex shifted in his first class seat. Refusing the offer of a final drink before landing, he closed the magazine that he had been staring at sightlessly for the past hour. He hadn't been concentrating on it anyway. He'd been too busy thinking about his upcoming week. He was going to spend it with his best friend. His best friend who he was hoping was ready for more. He wondered if the hints that he had been dropping were too subtle. It had been easier to be casual and low key about it when they had both lived in the same town, but now that Lex was in Metropolis and Clark was in New York, their relationship had evolved. Now that they going to meet again after a year apart, Lex was hoping for another evolution. He just didn't know if the chemistry would be right. I've fantasized for so long, how could reality not fall short? He sighed. Oh well, what will happen, will happen, he thought philosophically. Either way, he knew they would remain friends. They had survived too much other stuff not to.

Once the plane landed, Lex navigated the exit without difficulty. As he walked through the gates separating the restricted area from the public arrivals area, he heard a familiar voice.

"Lex?" He looked up into gorgeous green eyes surrounded by the longest lashes that he had ever seen on a man. "Clark," he answered automatically. Had the boy, no, not a boy anymore, the man, always been this hot?

Clark stared down at his best friend. He had fantasized about him for so long, and now he was here. He was even more beautiful than he remembered, and how was that possible? "God, you're gorgeous," he whispered, too softly for Lex to have heard. Lex smiled at him and reaching up, gave him a hug.

"It's great to see you again, Clark," he murmured warmly. "It's been too long."

Lex's signature scent engulfed Clark, who breathed deeply, comforted by that familiar smell. "It's so great to see you too, Lex," he said. "I've missed you."

Pulling back from the embrace they smiled sheepishly at each other.

"Ready?" Clark asked, grabbing the larger of Lex's bags. "Is this it?"

"Yeah, I packed light for this trip," Lex said.

"We're taking public transportation, is that ok, Lex?" Clark asked anxiously.

Lex smiled. "That's fine, Clark," he replied. "Lead the way."

They snuck surreptitious glances at each other on the train, glancing away when each caught the other's eye.

Lex was hotter, sexier than Clark remembered. He didn't remember being this tongue tied in his presence before. When they had both lived in Smallville there had been none of this awkwardness or tension. Lex had been the billionaire in the castle, and Clark had been the boy who had saved his life. Against all odds they had become best friends, and despite the machinations of both of their fathers and Clark's friends, they had managed to maintain that friendship. And now, Lex was head of Luthorcorp, his father dead of some mysterious degenerative disease. That had been the last time Clark had seen Lex, at Lionel's funeral.

That had also been the momentous occasion when Clark had finally come clean about his secret. Lex had taken the news well, and had thanked Clark for trusting him. With that out of the way, they had finally been able to deepen their friendship, to the point that Lex probably knew Clark better than any person on the planet. Except for how he felt about Lex. That was the last hurdle.

Clark wondered what had made Lex insist that he was going to be incognito this trip. No one knew he was in New York for the week. This was Clark's vacation week, and since he had very little money and needed to stay in New York, Lex had offered to visit. Clark knew that Lex had high society connections everywhere. To his surprise he had opted to spend the entire time with Clark. That had to be a good sign. At least Clark was taking it as such. He just hoped that Lex wouldn't be bored.

Lex looked closely at Clark when he thought he wasn't looking. He had always been gorgeous, but he now he seemed sexier somehow, more worldly and more confident. And he certainly filled out his jeans well. It was a definite turn on. Of course, Clark in a burlap bag would be a turn on to Lex, who had been in love with Clark from the moment he'd woken up on the side of that river. He had been saved in more ways than one that day. Lex hoped Clark felt the same way about him, but for the first time in his life, he didn't want to risk a friendship for the sake of sex. This week would be the test.

The train ride was not long. When they emerged from the subway, Lex looked around at the neighborhood curiously. It was in the Italian part of town, and the air was redolent with rich earthy food smells. Several people waved to Clark and looked curiously at Lex as the two men walked the six short blocks to Clark's apartment building.

"You have an apartment in New York, don't you, Lex?" Clark asked as they entered an older art deco building.

Lex smiled. "Yes, I do. It's on Park Avenue. Quite nice in fact."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay there?" Clark asked, fumbling with the lock on his door.

Lex shook his head. "Clark. While it is in a lovely neighborhood, there would be no privacy. With neighbors like Madonna, the press is always camped at the front door. This will be much more fun without having to dodge paparazzi every moment." He paused for a moment, then he continued. "Plus, the idea is for us to catch up on old times, just hang out like we used to. If anyone knew I was here, they would want me to work. So thanks for hiding me, Clark."

Grinning as he unlocked the door, Clark gestured Lex into his apartment. Lex wanted to be protected from work? Since when? "Ok, then hand over the laptop, Lex," he said shutting the door. "I suppose I'll have to confiscate all of your work stuff."

Spreading his arms, Lex said, "I promise, I have not brought one piece of work related equipment with me," he said. "I have my PDA, but that's it."

Clark snorted. "Yeah, ok. I'll believe it when I see it," he said. Turning in the doorway he gestured to the apartment. "This is it," he declared. "Hope it's ok."

Lex looked around. The apartment was simple but well kept. It showed a woman's touch, with some pictures artfully displayed and several plants attractively clustered in the corners. It was bright and cheery and screamed 'Martha Kent'. Or possibly 'Chloe Sullivan', Lex couldn't tell which.

'Nice job, Clark," Lex said. "It's quite homey."

"Thanks, Lex!" Clark beamed at the praise. "Mom and Chloe helped."

Ah, Kent and Sullivan influences. No wonder, Lex thought.

Clark in the meantime was having second thoughts about this. Not about the trip, just about how he could keep Lex happy for an entire week. He had planned on a relaxing week with them just hanging out and catching up on old times, but now he wondered if he needed to plan more things to do to keep Lex entertained. How could he entertain someone who was used to the newest, the trendiest, the best?

Lex saw the concern on Clark's face and correctly guessed at the reason. "Relax, Clark," he said. "I'm here to see you, not to go to fancy restaurants and clubs." He rolled his eyes. "And I definitely don't want any of my business associates to know I'm here."

Clark grinned a relieved smile. "Ok then Lex, lemme give you the ten cent tour." He led the way through the living room, kitchen and finally the bedroom. Clark put Lex's bag on the bed and said, "You're sleeping here, I'm taking the couch."

Lex smiled to himself. If he had his way, they would both be sleeping in this bed, if there was going to be any sleep at all....

After a bit of negotiation, Lex and Clark settled on pizza for dinner and then argued good-naturedly over which movie to watch. Settling onto the comfortable couch, both men started to eat. Clark thought he would go nuts if he had to watch Lex licking any more sauce off of his lips. Lex seemed oblivious of the effects his sensual eating habits were having on his friend.

"The Butterfly Effect? That sucked, Clark," Lex said around a slice of cheese pizza. "Now, Kill Bill 2 was much better, don't you have that?"

Clark rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well I'll give you that Lex, except that I don't have part 2 yet, since it's still in theaters after all. Not all of us have your movie connections. So it's this, or we get to watch 'X-2', which we have both seen, again."

Lex paused. "Rebecca Stamos? Sure, we can watch that. Did I tell you that I dated her once?"

Clark shook his head as he reached for another slice. "Of course you did. Who didn't you date?"

Lex smirked. "Well, I never dated Tobey Maguire."

Clark laughed. "Yeah, and if you weren't straight I would be surprised."

"Who says I'm straight, Clark?" Lex asked silkily.

Clark gaped at his best friend. "You... well, I just assumed Lex. You've been married a bunch of times to women, you date women... Plus, I figured since I'm your friend you would tell me if you were dating a guy."

Lex smiled gently. "Clark, I'm bi. I have been married, but I date both men and women. In fact," he paused briefly, "I prefer to date men, but for obvious reasons I don't publicize that fact." Lex watched Clark's face closely for reaction.

Clark was screaming inside, tell him, tell him! "Oh," he said.

"Is this going to be a problem?" Lex asked. How could he have misread this situation so badly? Thank God he hadn't said anything overt yet.

"No! God, no. I just... it surprised me, that's all, Lex." Clark was trembling inside. So. His dream was accessible. All he had to do was tell Lex that he was gay. Except... except that didn't mean that Lex would be interested in him. Lex was still Lex. Walking sex god, who exuded sexuality in his wake and who could date models and movie stars if he wanted.

"Is it a good surprise or a bad one?" Lex murmured softly.

Clark took a deep breath. He could answer that question in a few minutes. "Well Lex, that depends on how you feel about my being gay."

Lex inclined his head. "I hate to tell you this, Clark, but I knew that. I just didn't know that you knew that."

"You knew? How?" Clark was genuinely curious.

Lex laughed. "I have very well developed gaydar, Clark," he said. "That's part of the reason I never took you and Lana seriously."

Lana? Oh, Lana.

"I... Lana?" Clark said. What did Lex know?

Lex smiled gently. "You think you were the only one hiding?" he said. "First she used Whitney, then you, to mask her orientation."

Clark hadn't told Lex about Lana, who was even now living in Paris with her girlfriend, but vowed to later. Right now though, he needed to see how Lex felt about him.

"I was more concerned about Chloe," Lex continued, almost talking to himself. "She was a real threat. She loves you, Clark. And I know you have always had deep feelings for her."

Clark smiled gently. Well, wasn't that an interesting way to put it? "Yeah, she does love me, and I love her as a friend, but she's in love with Pete, so no danger there. But why were you concerned Lex? And why would you consider her a threat? A threat to what?"

Lex looked away. Damn, had he used the word threat? Yes, he had.

"Perhaps threat is not the right word," Lex said starting to turn away. Shit, when had he lost his verbal fencing skills? The moment that I looked into those clear green eyes again, he thought to himself. I am so fucked!

Lex's reaction gave Clark a bit more confidence. Lex never backed down, unless he was trying to hide something. What could he be trying to hide from Clark? His feelings maybe? For a moment, Lex had looked so... unsure, yet hopeful. Maybe if Clark reassured him, gave him some encouragement?

Leaning into Lex's personal space, Clark said, "I was hoping that it was the right word." He continued huskily. "I was hoping that that meant that you wanted me for yourself and you saw all those other people as competition."

What? Clark was hoping...? Lex looked into Clark's eyes and promptly lost track of what they had been talking about. All he knew was he had to get closer to that mouth. A slow slither across the couch and he was in Clark's lap. Clark, who was looking at him like he was a slice of his favorite cherry pie. Lex had seen Clark eat pie. Hell, he had sometimes envied the pie that Clark had eaten. To be savored and devoured by those lips... Lex blinked and came back to reality. Clark seemed to be saying that he wanted Lex. Was there any other was to interpret the look that he was on the receiving end of right now? Well, fortes fortuna adiuvat, right? Fortune favors the brave. Now, what had Clark been saying... oh yes, competition. Looking up seductively he said, "So, I take it I'm not competing with anyone for your affections right now, gorgeous."

Clark blinked, then choked. "Uhhh," he replied cleverly.

Lex grinned evilly, and, licking his lips, pulled Clark's head down to his. "Good," he whispered against Clark's soft lips.

A gasp provided the perfect opportunity for Lex to slip his tongue into Clark's mouth and explore. Which is what he did. Lex had imagined this moment for a long time, but this was so much better than his imagination. Clark's mouth was wet and warm and tasted of Italian spices, and it had an underlying flavor that reminded Lex of crisp green apples.

Those lush lips trembled under Lex's for a second, and then Clark whimpered. He should have known that Lex would like to tease. The heady combination of gentle nibbles and long deep strokes of Lex's tongue was driving Clark insane. Lex tasted like the deepest darkest chocolate and Clark needed more.

Clark's mouth was like ambrosia. Lex could quickly get addicted to this. He slowed down and took his time, thoroughly mapping Clark's mouth with his tongue, reveling in the sounds issuing from his throat.

"Mmmm, so good," Lex crooned, his hands pulling at the coarse flannel that was hiding that glorious body from his eager gaze. Elegant fingers brushing across his rock hard abs had Clark gasping and sucking hard on Lex's tongue that was seemingly embedded in his mouth. They settled into the couch, wrapped around each other, and Lex started thrusting against Clark, delighting in the delicious friction that abraded his weeping cock.

Clark was lost in the touch and taste and smell and sound of Lex. Lex, who he was finally making love with, who he was making moan and writhe with pleasure. Only, Lex seemed to be doing a lot of things to make him moan, but Clark was into equality, after all. Plus, Clark would be the first to admit that he was nowhere near Lex's level of expertise. As a past master at seduction, Lex was unparalleled, and Clark let him have the reins gladly.

Then somehow, all of their clothes were off and Clark got his first glimpse of Lex's body.

"Oh God, you're gorgeous," Clark moaned, eyeing Lex's leaking cock with something akin to hunger. Licking his lips, he vowed to taste him soon. As soon as Lex stopped trying to suck marks into the skin of his neck. Although, Clark had to admit that he didn't want that to stop any time in the near future.

Lex seemed to be just as appreciative of Clark, as evidenced by his licking at every available skin surface he could reach. When his warm tongue scraped against a nipple, Clark's cock seemed to leap in response and he let out a high-pitched squeal that had Lex chuckling.

"Like that, huh?" he whispered against the warm skin of Clark's belly.

Even Lex's breath seemed to set off shocks in Clark's nervous system. Every brush of Lex's fingers made him wish for more contact. He closed his eyes, unable to withstand the sight of Lex's wonderful talented mouth hovering over him. There was also the problem of spontaneous combustion, and he so didn't need to think about immolating Lex right now.

Lex pulled back and slid his way back up to Clark's mouth. "We could move to your bed, Clark," he suggested huskily, nipping at Clark's lips in between words.

God, how was Lex able to form words? Clark didn't seem to have the fine motor movement required to work his larynx. Thankfully, he remembered that thing about actions speaking louder than words.... Clark sat up and, lifting Lex in his arms, carried him into his bedroom and laid him worshipfully on the bed. He looked absolutely delicious, and Clark stood still for a moment, drinking in the sight of a naked, eager Lex.

"What do you want to do now, Clark?" Lex asked, leaning up on his elbows and eyeing Clark's dick hungrily. He spread his legs slightly, bringing Clark's eyes back to his upright leaking cock.

"I... I... anything Lex." Clark forced the words out through his suddenly tight throat.

"Mmm. C'mere then, baby," Lex said, and Clark tumbled into his arms.

More moaning and groping and Lex skin everywhere, and was Clark in heaven? Well, probably not, but it couldn't be any better than this. And then Lex did something with his finger that made Clark gasp.

His finger circling Clark's hole, Lex pulled back to see his lover's face. Clark was gorgeous and panting, a fine sheen of sweat covering him. Looking down, Lex saw Clark's cock throbbing and knew then what he would do first. "Let's take the edge off, shall we?" he murmured and, leaning over, sucked Clark into his mouth.

Clark's hands clenched the sheets and a high-pitched whine issued from his throat. He was going to die of pleasure. He had never felt anything that could compare to the sensation of Lex swallowing him whole. Lex then pulled back, seeming to sample him, first nibbling gently at the head and running his tongue under his cock in a sensitive area Clark hadn't even known he had. As Lex gently worked his way up the shaft and - oh shit - hummed, Clark almost levitated off of the bed.

It was good to have an appreciative audience, and Lex was convinced that he did his best work when he got good feedback. He was getting it now. Clark was incredibly sensitive. Every lick, every nibble elicited a reaction. Lex could feel the pressure building and wanted to taste his lover. Steady sucking pulled the heavy shaft deep into his mouth, and then suddenly Clark was down Lex's throat, with muscles gently massaging his cock.

Clark fought with everything in him not to thrust, scared that he would hurt Lex, but Lex made it clear that he wanted him to fuck his mouth by pulling hard at Clark's hips. A loud moan, and Clark was thrusting in and out of the sucking wet heat. And then he was coming, seemingly endlessly, down Lex's throat. Lex just opened wide and swallowed every drop.

Clark lay bonelessly, unable to move. Lex liked the fucked out look on him. It suited him. But his body wasn't going to let him get away with just looking at Clark anymore. It was making its own demands. His cock seemed to be the ringleader. "Turn over, love," Lex demanded hoarsely.

Cracking open one eye, Clark saw Lex looking at him hungrily, and smiled. He heaved himself up and turned over onto his stomach, all the while keeping eyes locked on Lex to see what would happen next. Lex settled onto his lover's back and, pushing Clark's face into the bed, started trying to suck marks into his warm tanned skin. "I wish I could mark you, Clark," Lex whispered against the skin of his neck. "Guess I'll just have to make this memorable then," he continued, working his way down Clark's back until he stopped at the top of his ass. "Try to hold still," he said. "If I don't have to try to hold you down, then this will be much more fun."

Hold him down? Why would he need to...? Clark got his answer quickly, at the first touch of that tongue in the crack of his ass. Oh shit, that tongue was trying to open him up. Clark felt his cock stir. And the sound effects! Lex's slurping and sucking and humming were incredibly sexy, and Lex's tongue had to be the best thing even created, Clark was sure of it.

Lex moaned as he felt that tight hole soften and open under his licking. Clark tasted musky and oh so Clark. Lex's tongue slipped inside and Clark squealed, making Lex smile as he prepared Clark for him. He reached up to Clark's mouth with two fingers and pushed them in, getting them wet. Clark sucked them greedily, noisily, making Lex's cock leap again. Fuck, he was going to blow! He had to get inside Clark.

Clark groaned when Lex stopped licking. His cock lay hard and throbbing underneath him.

"On your knees, baby," Lex whispered, and Clark complied, his body trembling all the while, trying not to move too much so he wouldn't throw Lex off. Reaching for the lube, Lex slicked his fingers in preparation.

The blunt pressure of a long finger replacing Lex's tongue had Clark moaning. It felt so good! His cock was painfully hard, curved almost up to his stomach and leaking everywhere. Then Lex crooked that finger, and Clark literally saw stars. He screamed and pushed his ass towards Lex, wordlessly begging for more. Two fingers, then three, each expertly and viciously twisted inside him, left him a moaning, panting, squirming mass of flesh.

Lex was too turned on to talk anymore. Pulling his fingers from Clark with a wet squelch, he slapped some lube roughly on himself and positioned himself to enter, dropping a quick kiss on Clark's shoulder as he leaned over him.

Clark arched his back almost impossibly at the first touch of Lex's cock. As he breached his hole, Clark' s ass seemed to be sucking him in. Lex sank into his lover and screamed at the hot tight wetness that surrounded him. He didn't know if he could move, but he had to. The friction of movement made his eyes roll back into his head. He had never felt anything like this before. The tightness was unbelievable, and Clark's muscles seemed to be trying to massage the come out of him.

Lex was screaming. Clark wasn't hurting him, was he? No, because Lex was starting to move harder, to truly fuck him, and now he was panting and whispering nonsense words in his ears, his hands gripping Clark's broad, slick shoulders. Clark pushed back, trying to get Lex in him deeper.

Almost unbearable squeezing pressure around his cock had Lex spasming and finally exploding, bathing Clark's insides with his essence. Clark followed immediately, shouting his release in time to his spasming cock.

Lying draped over a well fucked out Clark had to be one of Lex's new favorite things. Well, that and the actual fucking. That was up there on the list too. Lex shifted and that movement pulled him all the way out of Clark. They both moaned at the sensation.

"So, Clark," Lex whispered after a few more minutes of recovery. "See why I had no interest in staying by myself in my apartment on Park Avenue? I have no sexy, alien lover there, after all."

Clark chuckled weakly and, turning over, cuddled closer. "Yeah, I get it now Lex, and I like your reasoning on that one."

"Mmm, I thought you might see my point."

Clark nuzzled his boyfriend's temple tenderly. "And I was worried this would be a boring week for you," he said softly.

Lex laughed. "I think we can safely say that this week will be anything but boring, Clark," he said. "Now, about that movie..."

~Fin