"My dad was telling me last night about when he was a kid, he and his friends used to play a game called 'ghost in the graveyard'." Clark picked a particular piece of popped corn out of the Pyrex bowl, and tossed it up in the air. Lex nabbed it, and put it in his mouth.

"And?" Lex smiled at him after swallowing.

"It made me think of that one time with your dad." Clark picked out another piece of popcorn and this time held it to Lex's lips. At the mention of his father, Lex frowned, and pulled his head back. "I'm sorry." He sighed, pulling his hand back and putting the popcorn in his own mouth. "It's just, I remembered sometime during the night, that Halloween, I think it was like two years ago, when your dad was still staying here, and he walked down the hallway chanting, 'one o'clock, no ghost, two o'clock, no ghost'."

Lex grimaced, shifting away from Clark all thoughts dealing with buttery lips and salty hands. "So what? I don't see the connection."

"That's part of playing 'ghost in the graveyard'. One person is it and hides, he's the ghost. Then everyone else stands by base shouting, 'one o'clock, no ghost, two o'clock, no ghost, three o'clock-' and so on until they get to twelve. Then they go around looking for where the ghost hid. How would your dad know about that?" Clark sat up, leaned over towards Lex, resting a big, salty, buttery hand on a black fleece covered leg.

"I cannot account for every piece of knowledge my father possesses." Lex stood up, shaking off Clark's patient attention, and walked over the entertainment system. "If we're done watching movies for the-."

There was a blur of movement, and he suddenly found himself on his back on the leather couch.

"-night. Clark." Lex arched an eyebrow at him, smirking only slightly. Then he realized, he was naked. "New trick?"

"No, just getting more efficient." Clark nipped his collarbone. "One o'clock."

"We really shouldn't do this here." Lex sighed, clenching a handful of leather cushion in an effort to not show reaction to Clark's mouth. Or hands. Or that hot, hard part of him pressing into Lex's abdomen.

Clark's mouth moved down a little lower, latching on to a nipple. That really wasn't fair because Clark knew how sensitive his nipples were.

"One o'clock." Clark prodded again, rather literally though not with a finger from a hand.

Lex sighed, closing his eyes for half a second. "Oh, alright. What do I say? No ghost? That's rather stu-..."

Clark shifted over to his left nipple and bit down gently.

"Fuck me now farm boy or die!" Lex growled, spreading his legs and thrusting up. All he got was laughter.

"Two o'clock." Clark licked his way down to Lex's belly button.

"No fucking ghost!" Lex fisted a handful of dark hair and jerked on the farm boy's head. The farm boy didn't budge.

Clark edged lower, ignoring Lex's rampant arousal, bobbing there in obvious need. He licked the crease between thigh and hip, licked around the edge of the dark red pubic hair, and then bit Lex's left hip.

"Three o'clock."

And suddenly, Clark was not on the couch with him, Clark was not in the den at all. The door to the hallway was slowly shutting by the time Lex sat up.

"Clark!" He shouted, wrapping a hand around his own erection. Just down the hallway a pace, he could hear,

"Three o'clock!"

"No ghost! No fucking, you shit!" Lex bellowed back. Fine, Clark wanted to play? He'd fucking play. He stalked out to the hallway. No sign of Clark.

"Four o'clock!" Clark's voice echoed down the hallway from behind him. Lex whipped around.

He let go of his erection because it seemed silly to still have a hold of it, 'what is this? My joystick?' And then he bellowed for all he was worth,

"No goddamn ghost!"

A breeze tickled his bare backside just before a hand smartly slapped his ass. He whirled around, desperately reaching for that troublesome farm boy, and stumbled against the wall. He ass burned a little from the quick slap, but nothing bad.

"Five o'clock!" Came from the direction of the big staircase, the words echoing around the foyer and mezzanine.

"No ghost." Lex sighed, straightening, and heading for the stairs.

"I can't hear you!" The annoying 'ghost' called out.

"I SAID NO FUCKING GHOST!" Lex bellowed, and then rubbed his throat. He wasn't used to bellowing this much. Shouting, maybe, when they had sex and Clark was being especially talented. But not bellowing.

"Six o'clock!" Rolled down the long staircase to him, throbbing through his blood stream.

"No ghost!" Lex shouted, trudging naked up the staircase. They didn't usually wonder around naked unless they were in the penthouse in Metropolis. It was safer there, he had felt. Clark was always more relaxed sexually the further they were away from Smallville. So this little game tonight was quite surprising.

"Seven o'clock!"

"No ghost!" He smiled finally, realizing that Clark was relaxed and enjoying him self, and that perhaps Mr. and Mrs. Kent had been more accepting this time. He'd have to quiz Clark later.

Much later.

"Eight o'clock!" Clark's voice seemed to echo all around him.

"No ghost!" He just headed for his bedroom. That's where they were going to end up anyway.

A very warm body pressed against his backside, and hot breath tickled his ear as Clark whispered, "Nine o'clock."

Lex grabbed for him, but Clark was gone. "No fucking ghost!" He shouted, frustrated again. Damnit!

Calmness, he told himself. He closed his eyes, shook out his hands, and took several deep breaths.

"Ten o'clock." Clark said from his bedroom doorway. Lex smiled, but he did not turn around.

"No ghost."

When he did turn and look up, Clark wasn't there but the hall door was open. Lex walked in, glanced briefly around the room and headed for the bedroom proper. The stereo was on, and soft strains of light classical music drifted from the thirty-some odd speakers.

A hand caressed his ass, ghosting by. The bed creaked, and Lex smiled at the sight of naked farm boy bouncing on his bed.

"Eleven o'clock." Clark stroked his erection. "All this running around has made me horny."

"I was horny before." Lex went to the bedside stand and turned on a lamp. He pulled out the bottle of lube gel. "No ghost." Lex eyed the expanse of naked flesh, muscle and bone. All his.

Clark held out his hand to Lex. "Twelve o'clock."

"No ghost."

And this time, there was fucking. Primarily, Clark in Lex, and there was sweat, and shouting, and no ghosts, no mention of Clark's father or his father.

"Don't you think calling me 'farm boy' is kind of outdated?" Clark commented, spooned up behind Lex.

"No." Lex settled Clark's arm around him more comfortably, and sighed happily. "I'll be eighty, and you'll still be my much beloved farm boy."

"You're weird." Clark laughed softly, closing his eyes. "But I love you."

"This from the guy playing a children's game in the nude." Lex snorted.

"Hey, do you think-."

Lex gripped his hand tightly. "No. Shut. Up."

Clark chuckled, and then quieted down.

*"One o'clock." The one man whispered leaning up against the motel room door.

"We don't have much time." The other man replied, dropping his heavy, worn jacket in a nondescript chair.

"No ghost." The other man smiled. He shrugged off his bathrobe. "Two o'clock."

"You're weird." The blonde shook his head. "No ghost."

"Mmm, that's my farm boy." The man with the wet mane of hair sauntered forward.*