Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you recognize here. I'm just having some fun.

Thanks so much to Melisande, my ever patient beta, who's had to read a lot of Harry Potter fanfic lately. She probably thinks of this story as a bit of a reward.

Feedback: Yes please. I used to write a lot of Clex. If enough people like this I just might start again. The show's just been getting on my nerves lately...

Read My Mind

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"... And in other news, scientists have virtually every telescope in the world trained on the sun today in preparation for some truly spectacular sunspots that are expected...." The chirpy blonde announcer babbled on the screen, but Lex ignored her. There was a reason he never watched television. He hated fake blondes, especially perky ones with bright teeth that were slightly too big. He hated the inane chatter that they always engaged in. He liked to imagine that behind the scenes they were at each other's throats. Now that he would pay to see.

The only reason Lex even had the television on this morning was that he'd wanted to see the Nikkei average before heading into the plant, and his internet connection was down again.

Sunspots. Well, no wonder, he thought. That was probably what was messing up his internet. He glanced up when the stock report finally came on, took some notes, and was out the door and at the plant by seven thirty a.m.

"Coffee, please, Jackie," he said to his secretary as he walked past. Once in his office, he glanced up at the sun, which was slowly streaming over the horizon. For a brief moment he contemplated taking the day off to look over the data being collected by the satellites. Yes, he had no problem freely acknowledging his inner nerd, but it wouldn't be worth the flack he'd get from his father. A vision of the "Luthor dos and don't's" list danced in his head for a moment. "Luthors don't take days off, son." He could almost hear his father's voice in his head.

"Thanks, Dad," he muttered to himself, and settling down at his computer, he glanced once more at the sun before going to work on more spreadsheets.

~

The world seemed to be out to get Lex that day. Or, at the very least, to mess with his head. First, his computer system at work went down, just as he got ready to save his work from the morning. The IS guy was out sick, of course, so Lex was left staring at a blank screen where only moments before his spreadsheets had been looking back at him. The spreadsheets that it had taken him several hours to create. Lex contemplated crying, but he was pretty sure that water was bad for the keyboard and he wasn't sure he could remember how to cry anyway. Plus, that was 'Luthors Don't' rule number three. That Luthor training was good for something.

His noon meeting was a disaster. The CEO of the company he had been courting for months came to lunch. Unfortunately, he was a vegetarian. Vegan. In Kansas. There turned out to be no vegetarian entree selections in the cafeteria of Plant Number Five. And when Lex had gone to get his car to take the man out to lunch, he'd discovered the flat tire.

The limo arrived a few minutes later, but unfortunately the driver turned out to be a meteor mutant who tried to kill them. How... predictable. Lex was, after all, used to regular attempts on his life, but he had hoped to avoid involving anyone else in that unfortunate tendency. Especially people he hoped to do business with. He dropped the understandably skittish visiting CEO off at the airport and sped back to the office. He could probably kiss that deal goodbye.

Lex really had been planning to do a chemical analysis of his pheromones to see what was in them that attracted all these freaks. Maybe he could start on that project now.

When he arrived back at his office, he found his secretary fighting off the mutant plant that had suddenly decided to eat his desk. After helping her chop it into little pieces (it was a shame, too, because Martha Kent had given him that plant) Lex simply turned around and went home. Maybe if I start the day over, he thought. I could go back to bed and then wake up this evening just in time for Clark to come over for our movie-watching marathon.

As appealing as the bed thing sounded, however, by the time he got home Lex decided that he still had plenty of available paperwork to do, so he went immediately to his home office and pulled some files to try to salvage something out of the day.

~

For Clark Kent it had started out like any other average day in Smallville, Kansas. Up at five am with the hay needing pitching, the stalls needing mucking, and all the rest of the usual chores that he probably could have done in his sleep. And had done in his sleep often enough. One thing was different, though. He had a headache. Pretty unusual for him, since, outside of kryptonite contact, nothing could really hurt him. He shrugged, dismissing it, and by the time he was in his work clothes and out the door, he had forgotten it.

He sped through his chores and then headed back to the house. When he walked inside, his mother greeted him with a cheerful "Good morning" which he returned on his way up the stairs to shower.

A long hot shower went a long way towards helping him wake up, and when he emerged from the bathroom, he rummaged through the clean pile of clothes at the bottom of his bed for something to wear. Pulling out a red flannel shirt and blue jeans, he dressed quickly and ran back downstairs. His father tossed him a muffin, which he took a quick bite of.

The TV was on and the word "sunspots" caught Clark's attention.

"...truly spectacular sunspots that are expected to break all previous records. The telecommunication industry is already gearing up for disruptions in service...." The blonde announcer reminded him of Chloe for some reason. Maybe it was the teeth.

"Hey, Clark, maybe you should be extra careful today," his father said as he watched the news broadcast. "The last time there were sunspots your powers acted up."

Clark nodded absently, still devouring his muffin as he continued to watch the news. He was used to his dad lecturing him about his powers, since it seemed to happen every day.

As his father kept talking, Clark mentally went over his plan for the day. School, check. Help Chloe with the Torch, check. Go to Lex's for dinner and movies, check. Attack Lex on couch... Mmmm, maybe no check next to that last item. Although, Lex was pretty perceptive. Clark figured his friend might even meet him halfway.

"You home for dinner tonight, Clark?" his father interrupted his pleasant reverie.

Clark shook his head. They knew he spent every Friday night at Lex's for marathon movie watching. In fact, he had done extra chores all week for the privilege of staying over tonight.

Jonathan Kent pursed his lips disapprovingly, but didn't say anything. At least, Clark didn't think he'd said anything.

And I wish you would leave that Luthor alone. Clark's head snapped up. Had someone actually said that? It came out of nowhere, but Clark heard it clearly, nonetheless. He glanced at his dad. It had sounded like his voice, yet not. But no, it couldn't have been him, he was sipping his coffee. Ok, that was weird. Before he could say anything however, his mother spoke.

"So you won't be home for dinner then, dear?" she said.

"Nope, I'll be at Lex's," he said. "It's movie night, remember?"

"That's right. Well, be extra careful then. Just in case your powers do act up," she said and kissed him on the cheek. "And tuck your shirt in."

He grinned. This was a running battle between them. As he walked out the door he heard her say, "I bet if you were a bit neater Lana might look twice at you."

What the...? Lana? Where had that come from? He shook his head and kept on going. It had been a while since he had entertained thoughts about Lana. The person he thought about now was just about the opposite of her. He grinned as he imagined his parents reaction if he told them he was going to marry Lex. If only Lex had a clue how he felt. Maybe one day he would work up the courage to tell him. Or to ask the older man how he felt about Clark.

He wished, not for the first time, that he had a way to know what Lex really thought of him. His best friend was the king of mixed signals and Clark was tired of guessing. If only I could read minds....

He hurried because he didn't want to miss the bus today. The neighbors were starting to complain about the streaks through their cornfields again, and he always ended up pulling bits of corn stalk from between his teeth when he superspeeded through them. And that wouldn't very good for the suave, sophisticated image he wanted to present to his best friend. Especially today.

~

Clark had a weird day at school. People kept saying things to him that made no sense. Why, for example, was Pete worried about how his butt looked? And why was he telling Clark about it? When Pete turned around and Clark saw that his lips weren't moving but that he was still hearing what sounded like Pete's voice in his head, Clark finally made the connection.

"I really can read minds?" he muttered under his breath. Then he grinned. "This is cool..."

"Standing still in the hallway talking to yourself is not so cool however, Kent," Chloe said, walking up next to him in the hallway.

Looking down at her, he realized that she had actually spoken to him out loud and that he would have to be especially careful, since, for the moment, he couldn't tell the difference between when someone was actually speaking and when someone was simply thinking. Unless he looked at their lips. Which might be distracting, depending on who he might be talking to him. Shit, had he said this was cool?

"This sucks," he said.

Chloe tilted her head at him. "What, school? Well, where have you been, Clark? It has always sucked. Today is just another sucky day at sucky Smallville High."

"Why? What's so bad about today, Chloe?" he asked, finally picking up on her bad mood.

She rolled her eyes. "All the computers all over school are on the fritz because of those silly sunspots. And I have a deadline on the next issue of The Torch! The stupid copy service that we use won't give me an extension. They say I have to get the disc to them today." She ran her fingers through her hair, making it stand on end.

"Well, then, what's the problem, Chlo?" Clark asked, still puzzled. "The sunspots shouldn't affect your documents."

Clark, you have the cutest ass in the world, but you have no idea, do you? Chloe thought as she looked up at Clark, and it was all he could do to not step back from her. She was ass-obsessed too?

"Ever since Lionel Luthor tried to break into my computer, I started storing my data in an online repository, Clark. I have no access to it now, though, because all our internet is down."

And yes, Clark did remember that now.

Pete, evidently no longer focused on his butt, chimed in. "I have a copy of everything you did up until last Friday," he offered. "Will that help?"

Chloe paused. "I... I don't know, Pete," she said at last. "But if I can give them the majority of the articles today, and if you guys help me write a couple of filler pieces today, I might be able to make it. Thanks, Pete!" She leaned over and kissed Pete on the cheek.

"Will you guys meet me at the Torch after class?" she asked, using her most appealing voice. "C'mon, you guys. We have to save my paper!" she said, as Clark and Pete exchanged looks.

"Sure, Chloe," Clark said. "But I have to be done by four, ok?"

"You are a lifesaver, Clark," she said as she ran down the hall to her next class. "See you both later!"

Cute butt, Pete thought. And Clark was finally beginning to be able to tell the difference between thoughts and actual words.

They went to class, and Clark was quite distracted. This whole telepathy thing might be kind of fun, as long as not everyone was thinking at him at the same time. That was really distracting. And he would need to be extra careful, and not let on that he could read minds, since it would allow him all sorts of insights into his friends psyches. Specifically into the complex psyche of a certain best friend who he'd been lusting after for a while. Finally, a useful power just when he needed it! He grinned at that thought.

After class Pete stopped at his locker to get the disc, and then they went to the Torch office to start working.

On the way Pete took the opportunity to check his own rear end out in every reflective surface that he passed by. And how had Clark missed that tendency? And did every person in highschool think about sex all the time?

"You ok, Clark?" Pete asked, noticing Clark's reddened hue.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said. This mindreading thing was a bit overwhelming. Maybe he needed to be away from people for a while.

"How about I meet you at The Torch office in a couple of minutes?" he said. Without waiting for an answer, he ducked into an empty classroom and closed the door, sighing with relief at the relative silence. There was still the dull roar of voices but it was much better.

Clark sagged with relief, turned around and then jumped when he saw Lana smiling up at him from a laptop computer. He hadn't heard a thought from her, which was weird, since he appeared to be able to hear everyone else's. She gave him a quizzical look.

"You ok, Clark?"

"Uh, yeah. You just surprised me, that's all," he said.

She smiled and tilted her head. "Chloe let me borrow her laptop to finish a project," she said. "Do you need to use it? I can hurry. I'm almost done."

"No, that's fine," he said walking closer. Did she have the necklace on? No, it was missing. So why wasn't he hearing anything at all from her?

"Weird about the sunspots, huh?" he said.

"Sunspots?" she said, tilting her head the other way. It made her look like a confused terrier.

"Never mind," he said. "Is it ok if I sit here and work on some stuff?"

"Sure, Clark," she said, going back to her project.

~

Lex did much better at home. Once back at the Castle, it became a surprisingly peaceful and productive day. The simple reason was that his father had been unable to contact him all day. Despite the disasters of the morning, when it finally occurred to Lex that he had not had any Lionel phone calls, he counted it as one of his best days ever.

It even had potential to be a good night. If he could find a way to seduce Clark later, or even better, to somehow get Clark to seduce him.... He shook his head. He had spent months trying to make his interest known to his friend, yet not be not too obvious. Wish I had a way to know what he's thinking, Lex mused.

He checked his watch again. He had been at it for several hours and, truth be told, he had run out of things to do that didn't involve his being internet connected. With a sigh he saved all of his work and closed his laptop.

Having already decided that he wasn't leaving the house again that day, Lex settled down to do some pleasure reading. Reverently unwrapping the latest edition of Warrior Angel, he relaxed on the couch in his office and began to read.

~

Well, it was official. Either he could not read Lana Lang's mind or there was nothing there to read. He wasn't sure which he preferred. He had actively tried to hear something, anything, from her for the past thirty minutes, but there was nothing. He hoped it wasn't a meteor exposure thing. He'd never get anything out of Lex if it was.

Clark stood up and bid Lana farewell. As he headed down to the Torch office, he deliberately listened to several people's thoughts on the way. He had no difficulty with the people in the hallway, and he even thought he was sensing people several rooms away. He grinned. His range was getting better! This was back to being the coolest thing ever.

Walking into the Torch office, he saw his friends hard at work. As Chloe glanced up at him she grinned.

"About time you showed up, Kent," she said. "I thought you'd decided to blow us off."

"Sorry I'm late, guys," Clark apologized. "What can I do to help?"

~

Three hours later, Clark finally managed to escape. Chloe had had some definite ideas about what she wanted in her paper, and she was relentless and driven when it came to journalism. The telepathy actually came in handy, since he could anticipate her questions and demands. As it was he barely made it out of there in time for his date... er... evening with Lex.

When he had said that he needed to leave, Chloe had been suspicious and the only thing that had saved him was when Lana had brought the laptop back and had offered to stay and help with the Torch project. Clark had caught Chloe's relief that he obviously wasn't going out with her.

Stepping out into the sunshine, Clark felt stronger than normal. He glanced up at the sun and could feel the effect of the radiation coursing through his body. Looking around carefully, he saw he was alone and he took off for Lex's. It was always hard for him to tell how fast he was going, but he thought he was doing his personal best. He was at Lex's front door in two seconds.

He hesitated before knocking. Did he have a plan? No, not really. He needed to know what Lex was thinking, and while this new power might be cheating, and who knew how long it would last, Clark would use it to get a better insight into the inner workings of his friend's complex mind.

The door opened even before he had a chance to knock and Lex stood there.

"Wow, Lex," Clark said. "Were you waiting right by the door, or what?"

A raised eyebrow was all the reaction Clark got to that statement.

"Coming in, Kent, or are you still deciding?"

Clark rolled his eyes and stepped into the doorway and deliberately into Lex's personal space. He saw Lex's eyes widen momentarily and then narrow as heat flared in them, then Lex stepped back to let him in. Clark felt a twist of hunger in his gut that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with the man in front of him.

Delectable, Clark thought, and then clamped down on that thought. That would only lead to another frustrating night of torture as he sat next to his friend longing to kiss and fondle him but afraid he would be banished from his life.

But maybe tonight would be different. Clark had a bit of an edge and he had every intention of using it. He opened up as wide as he could, hoping for some clue to Lex's thoughts and feelings.

Lex flashed Clark a puzzled look. "Did you say something?" he asked.

"No," Clark said.

As they walked up the stairs, Clark continued to strain to hear anything from his friend, but he got only vague general feelings of happiness. Well, that was good, right? At least he could read something and it appeared that Lex was happy to be around him. Clark smiled. If that was all he got he would be okay with it. Well, he would be disappointed, but he could live with it.

"Where is everybody?" Clark asked as they walked into Lex's library. The place seemed unusually quiet to his sensitive ears.

"I sent them all home," Lex said, after shooting Clark a quick look. "How did you know no one was here?" he asked.

Clark laughed. "You never open the front door yourself, Lex," he said. "So I assumed that no one else was around to do it."

Smiling, Lex set up the pool table. "Yes, I sent everyone away today because of the sunspots. People and machinery have been acting weird all day. I thought I would be safer alone."

"Don't worry, Lex. I'll protect you."

Clark grinned when Lex shot him a narrow eyed look. "Funny, Kent. You break," he said.

~

Clark was relaxed and laughing and very aroused by the time they completed their game. He was resigned to always playing bad pool around his friend. There was just something about Lex as he bent over and presented his assets, and fine assets they were too, that made it impossible to concentrate on the game. At least on the pool game. The game of flirting that they had both been engaged in for the past year was another matter. Sometimes Clark swore that Lex liked the game more than he would any resolution of their relationship.

He tried to open his mind wider to see whether or not he could pick up any of Lex's stray thoughts. Clark had hoped that he would sense at least some positive feelings from Lex as they played, but his friend's mind had remained silent, at least to Clark's new abilities.

"Well, I guess we can move on to something else, or I can continue to kick your ass at pool, Clark," Lex said after Clark's third loss. "I've got a couple of new XBox games we can play."

"Nah. How about we start the movie watching portion of the night?" Clark said.

Lex acquiesced and they shifted to the theater room. Arrangements had been made for dinner, since all Lex did was open a cabinet in the corner to reveal fried chicken, corn and biscuits, still warm.

Lex glanced at Clark out of the corner of his eye. His friend looked particularly edible this evening in his tight red T-shirt and jeans. Straight! He's straight, he reminded himself as he pulled the cabinet over to the couch.

Clark froze, then smiled as the stray thought hit him. Straight, huh? Not so much, Lex, he thought gleefully. Just wait 'til I show you.

They were obviously hungry, since they both started eating with gusto immediately. And then Clark got another clear thought from Lex's mind. Utterly delicious, Lex thought, and as Clark looked up, he found his friend's gaze firmly fixed on his lips.

Whoa. Did that mean Lex thought Clark looked delicious?

"Great chicken, Lex," Clark said softly, watching closely for his friend's reaction.

"Mmmm, not as good as your mother's, Clark, but it will do," Lex replied, clearly distracted.

Ok, so Clark doubted that Lex had been thinking about the food, with such a lukewarm reaction. So maybe Lex was interested in more than friendship with him? His heart rate sped up as he contemplated what this could mean.

Back off, Luthor. The thought came through clear as day and Clark looked up again. Lex was now concentrating on eating and was not looking at Clark at all. You can look but you can't touch, said the Lex voice in his head.

Clark ducked his head and smiled. Ok, so it seemed his friend was not completely oblivious to the attraction. Now, how to make it obvious that he was interested?

You can me touch anytime you want, Lex, Clark thought, wishing Lex could hear him.

"What?"

Clark looked up, startled. Lex was staring at him, food forgotten, mouth open.

"I... I didn't say anything," Clark said.

"I must need sleep," Lex said, shaking his head. "I think I'm hearing things."

"What did you hear?" Clark asked. Could Lex somehow be hearing his thoughts as well?

"I... I thought I heard you say something, but I must have been mistaken," Lex said briskly.

Wait, Lex was actually hearing his thoughts too! Ok, that was it. This was officially Clark's coolest new power ever. He decided to test the new connection.

I said, you can touch me whenever and however you want, Lex. Clark almost threw the thought at his friend.

Lex looked up, startled, and saw Clark watching him closely. He straightened up slowly. "Are you... did you.... what the fuck is going on, Clark?" Lex said.

"Ifit'sthethingaboutyourtouchingmeit'snotamistake," Clark mumbled around his chicken.

Lex's brow furrowed as he tried to translate that.

"Touching you...? That wasn't a mistake? You did say that?" Lex gave up on the food entirely and pushed his plate away.

"Well, I thought it, actually," Clark said, looking intently at the fascinating marks in Lex's coffee table.

"You thought... What is going on, Clark?"

Clark shook his head. "Not sure?" he said hesitantly. "I woke up this morning and I've been reading minds all day. Maybe the same thing is happening to you?"

Another Lex eyebrow went up. "You're saying you became telepathic today and that I have apparently acquired this power as well? Not only that, but I read your mind just now and you were thinking that you want me to touch you?"

Clark shrugged. Now that the cards were on the table he found he was reluctant to say it out loud.

"Clark."

A long finger reached out and lifted his chin, and Clark found himself looking into sky blue eyes. "We can't have any confusion about this, Clark," Lex continued. " I need you to say what you mean."

How about I just think it? Clark thought, staring at Lex's face.

Lex blinked. "How...?"

Clark leaned forward and looked deeper into Lex's eyes. Can you hear me now?

Lex laughed, then nodded.

*Good. *

The kiss took neither of them by surprise. How could it? They could read each other's minds. What was surprising was all the feedback he was getting, Clark decided. The breathless moan that Lex let out just before his lips touched the bald man's was nice, but the mental running commentary as Lex plundered his mouth was making Clark really hot. And really hard.

So hot.... can't get enough.... mmmm... oh God! Do that again....

Clark smiled to himself. Lex was pretty vocal like this. Not that he wasn't doing his own verbal commentary....

I'm obviously not doing this right....

How did Lex manage to convey amusement mentally? And then all Clark's coherent thoughts went out the mental window.

That was Lex's tongue. On his chest. Actually, on his nipple. Where was his shirt? And there was *licking. *

Clark's head flew back as a jolt went through his body and seemed to end up in his cock. His very hard cock.

Mmmm, sensitive, said Lex. Or had he thought that? Must be the telepathy was kicking in, Clark thought, because Lex's lips were too busy for such considerations as talking.

Lex seemed to like sensitive nipples, because he certainly lavished enough attention on them. Actually, Lex seemed to like Clark's skin, and arms, and back and ass and....

Everything, Clark. I like everything about you.

Clark lay back and watched Lex through his lashes as he settled over him. He had meant to take this slowly, and he read the same intention in Lex's mind, but this being able to read each other's minds thing kind of changed things. They wanted the same thing.

"I need you to say it, Clark," Lex whispered.

"Say what, Lex?"

"What you want us to do. Here. Now. Tonight." Was Lex nervous? Clark could see the determination and yes, some worry in Lex's mind that there would be no regrets in the morning.

"I want us to do everything, Lex. I want us to make love to each other, and I've wanted that for a long time."

"Oh, Clark! I... Not here. We should go somewhere more comfortable... if that's ok?" Yes, Lex was nervous.

Clark smiled in what he hoped was a sexy and reassuring way. A confident Lex he was used to, but a nervous Lex? Not so much.

Lex stood up, his shirt undone, tantalizing glimpses of his muscled chest showing as he held a hand out to Clark.

Grasping the proffered hand, Clark got up off the sofa and pulled the bald man into his arms. Lex stiffened for a moment and then he sagged, relaxing into Clark's strong embrace.

"I've dreamed of this for so long," Lex whispered. "And now that it's actually happening I find myself wondering if it's even real! This has been such a weird day..."

Clark pulled back and looked into his soon to be lover's face. "I've wanted you for ages, Lex. Couldn't you tell? I just wasn't sure if you wanted me. This telepathy thing gave me the push I needed, but this is how I really feel."

Lex looked in the green eyes of the man he'd trusted with his life more than once, and nodded. They walked hand in hand to Lex's bedroom.

"Have you ever done this, Clark?" Lex asked softly on the way.

"Telepathic sex, or sex in general?" Clark asked.

Lex smiled. "Either."

"Er... not really."

"Me either. The telepathic part anyway."

Clark pulled the older man in for another hug. We'll figure it out, Lex, he thought at him.

This is going to be weird, Lex thought back.

Clark shifted against Lex and smiled, slowly dipping his head to kiss him. At the touch of his lips, Lex's head fell back and his mouth opened for Clark's exploration.

Lex tasted so good! Clark moaned as he tasted brandy, and melon, and, underneath it all, pure Lex.

When Lex's tongue started to take over, Clark moaned again and gave himself over to the pleasure. Lex really knew what he was doing and before he knew it, Clark was lying on top of the platform bed, covered by Lex, who was peppering his face and neck with light kisses.

Making short work of Clark's shirt, Lex slid his hands over Clark's chest, marveling at the play of muscle beneath the perfect, tanned skin.

Beautiful, he thought.

"Please, Lex," Clark sighed, as the bald man leaned over and swept his tongue over his chest and nipples, making them hard and pebbled. Clark arched into the touch, wanting more, wanting it all. His hands clutched convulsively at the sheets as he tried to stop himself from touching Lex, afraid that his powers, which seemed boosted by the sunspots, might make his strength uncontrollable.

He'd forgotten about the telepathy, though.

Powers? What powers?

Shit, Lex had read that thought. And there was no way he could hide from him mind to mind.... Clark looked into his lover's eyes and thought his entire history, as he knew it, at him.

Lex stopped for a moment and then smiled. *Alien, huh? Cool. *

Clark blinked. Well, he'd figured on more of a reaction than that....

*Well, I figured there had to be something, Clark. But we can talk about this later. *

Clark moaned as Lex resumed the touching and licking.

You won't hurt me, Clark, Lex whispered into his mind. *C'mon. Please touch me. *

Clark shuddered and then tentatively ran his hand down Lex's back, marveling at the warm, silky skin. Touching Lex was going to be addictive. He could tell.

Lex sighed and resumed his downward travels, spending some time flicking his tongue inside Clark's navel, making him moan even louder.

When he finally got to the part of Clark that was standing up and begging for attention, Lex smiled and nuzzled the soft hair at the base of the weeping cock in front of him.

Taking a deep breath of the musky scent, Lex slid his tongue up Clarks' throbbing length, still smiling as he heard whimpers issuing from his lover's throat. At the top he paused, and looking up, thought, Look at me, Clark. Gazing into Clark's green eyes he sucked the head of his cock into his mouth. Mmmmm, delicious.

Clark was mesmerized by the sight of Lex's scarred lips stretched around him. His mouth fell open and he panted as Lex eased over the flared head and slowly went down, his tongue tracing incomprehensible patterns over the aching length. He sobbed as Lex's hand fondled his balls as he sucked him in deeper and deeper. His hand, which had been stroking Lex's bald head, suddenly stilled when Lex's long finger found the entrance to his body.

The finger circled slowly, teasing its way in past the tight ring of muscle, and Clark gurgled. Lex hummed softly as his finger circled, and Clark bucked up into the intoxicating sensation of of the vibrations from Lex's mouth.

Lex! Oh God! his mind screamed, and then he came, pulsing down Lex's throat.

Lex, who had been prepared for just that, swallowed every drop, sucking in time to the rhythmic contractions, pulsing his finger in and out of Clark's convulsing ass.

*Did you like that, Clark? *

The silky voice slid through Clark's mind, somehow caressing him even as he finger fucked him. Do you want me to fuck you now, Clark?

Another gurgle was Clark's only response.

Do you want me in you? My cock sliding in and out, hitting this spot each time? As Lex said 'this spot,' he brushed against Clark's prostate, making the teen arch off the bed and keen.

You are so tight, Clark, Lex murmured mind to mind. So tight and so hot. Want to be in you. As he spoke mind to mind, he slid up and licked Clark's navel, sliding his tongue in and out suggestively in the same rhythm that he was working his fingers in and out of Clark's ass.

Lex was entirely too good at this mind to mind sex, Clark realized. And didn't it figure that he would master it this fast? As he writhed on Lex's bed, Lex's fingers in his ass, Clark again thanked whichever god of Krypton had given him this cool new power.

Krypton? We really have to talk....

Then Lex's fingers were gone and something thicker, warmer, replaced them.

Clark and Lex moaned together as the bald man slid in. Lex, because he was encased in the tightest, smoothest heat he had ever experienced. Clark, because he hadn't realized how good it would feel to be filled.

Lex's eyes were slitted as he watched Clark writhe beneath him. Clark's clenched hands tore the mattress as Lex pushed his way inside.

Oh... Lexxxxx! And Clark was mentally screaming Lex's name. He felt his heatvision about to trigger and he slammed his eyes shut and threw his head back as the feeling enveloped him.

As Lex's cock slid and out of Clark, Lex's smooth voice continued to reverberate in his mind, telling him how good he felt, how hot he was, how hard he made him...

Clark arched impossibly and came, his essence shooting between them in warm sticky pulses as Lex's cock spasmed at the unbelievable tightness that surrounded it. Lex fell on top of Clark, even as Clark's ass seemed to massage the last of the come out of him.

As they lay there gasping, Clark finally felt it was safe to open his eyes. Yes, a fucked out Lex was something to behold, cuddled up to him.

Smiling, Clark pulled his lover closer and slept.

~

Clark was still smiling when he woke up. It was morning and he felt great. He checked with his mind for Lex. They had murmured drowsily to each other mentally all night long, sharing secrets, confessing everything to each other. That had almost been as intimate as the sex.

Which they had had many, many times during the night.

Clark sat up. He wasn't sensing Lex anymore. He held down his panic and looked around, first with regular vision and then with X-ray.

He spotted his lover's skeleton coming just as the door opened to reveal Lex, low slung pajama pants settled on his hips. He was carrying a tray and he was smiling. The open look on his face made Clark sigh.

"Worried that I was gone?" he purred.

Clark shook his head. "Not really," he said. "Your house."

Lex smirked and walked closer. Clark took in the steaming cups of coffee, the omelets, toast, fruit and the red rose that adorned the tray.

"You did this?" he asked, gesturing to the display.

Lex smiled. "I did some, but I did call and have someone show up long enough to cook." He winked. "Better all around if I don't mess with a stove."

Clark laughed and then moved over to make room for Lex.

"I tried to reach for you with my mind just now," he said.

Lex smiled gently. "I figured. It's been pretty quiet since I woke up, so I guessed that it was gone." Grasping Clark's chin, Lex pressed soft lips to his.

"But it's ok, Clark," he said. "We did and said all the important things last night."

Clark nodded. "Are you sad it's gone, though?" he asked wistfully as he picked up a piece of toast.

"What, the telepathy?" Lex asked.

Clark nodded again, this time picking at the ruined sheets.

Lex grinned, "No, Clark. I might not know exactly what you're thinking and feeling right now, but I think I have a pretty good idea. We won't need telepathy to make this relationship work. Although..." he got a crafty look on his face. "LexLabs did collect all the sunspot data, so we may be able to reproduce the effect..."

As Lex continued scheming, Clark looked on fondly. He had no doubt that Lex would find a way, but now that he knew what Lex really thought of him, he wasn't worried.

~Fin