Written as a present for Melisande.

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.

Beta'd by knightmare. All mistakes are mine. Special thanks to Eeyore, for reassuring me that I haven't lost my Clex skillz.

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Everybody Knows

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Well, that had certainly been a miscalculation. Lex was cursing under his breath as he strode down the hallway towards his library. What had prompted him to do that? He usually had better timing than that. Hell, he usually had a better sense of finesse. Now he had ruined everything. This had to be one of the worst days of his life.

He glanced at his watch. Two pm. There was still time to make arrangements to leave the country before he embarrassed himself any further.

He flung open the door to his study and practically ran inside. Maybe if he simply chalked it up to temporary insanity. Poisoning? Meteor rock exposure? Would Clark even believe that? Lex abruptly stopped moving and took stock of the situation.

Point one; he had gone to visit his best, some would say only, friend that afternoon and had been confronted by the sight of said friend sweatily, and very sexily, doing farm chores. The sight of Clark and his luscious muscles had obviously interfered with his brain's higher functioning, thus leading to the disaster.

Point two; he had leered at Clark and had made a suggestive comment, to whit, asking if he and the skimpy outfit were for hire. He had thought that Clark would laugh it off, as he usually did.

Point three; Clark had not responded favorably, and had coolly informed the Luthor heir that some people had to work for a living, and could not be carefree playboys.

Point four; an argument had ensued wherein Alexander Joseph Luthor had totally prevailed, and then in the crowning achievement, proceeded to kiss one Clark Jerome Kent within an inch of his life.

And Clark had responded, just as sweetly as Lex had always envisioned he would, and they would probably still be there making love in the barn right now, had it not been for Jonathan Kent.

"Clark, are you still in here..." and the older man's words had faltered to a stop at the sight before him. His son, wrapped around Lex Luthor. Clark's tongue down his nemesis' son's throat.

Awkward silence, and Clark apparently picked that moment to come to his senses, stepping back, probably to disavow all knowledge of the preceding few minutes. Or something. Lex had not waited around to find out. He had run. Run, past the shocked farmer like a scared child.

And he was still running.

Maybe if I go to the office in Istanbul, Lex thought. Although, he didn't want to place any bets on a determined Jonathan Kent not finding him and shooting him, even there.

He picked up the phone and called his secretary. "Blanche? It's me. Look, I think I need to go and check up on the overseas plants. Make me an itinerary will you? I don't care what order I go in, I just need to leave today, and I need to be away for about a month... no, make that two. Ok? Great."

He hung up the phone, his thoughts still spinning, and he didn't immediately see the figure that hovered uncertainly at his door.

"Lex?"

And this was just great. Clark had followed him home. Of course. Wasn't it bad enough that he had already humiliated himself once that day? Luthors so did not do humiliation well. They did obfuscation well, however.

"Hello, Clark." And he even managed to say the words without a waver in his voice. Yay him. All the years of living with Lionel had paid off. He presented Clark with his best blank face.

"Why did you run, Lex?" Clark spoke softly, as if he were afraid that he would spook his friend.

Lex shook his head. "Run? Is that what you think I did? I simply left, Clark. It seemed the thing to do," he replied. And that was lame. He was usually better than this. He needed to get back on his game.

Clark stepped into the room and closed the door. "You ran, Lex," he said. "Admit it."

"I left because you didn't seem to share my enthusiasm for the activity in which we were engaged," Lex said, eyes firmly planted on a point just over Clark's left shoulder.

Clark shook his head and stepped closer. "Lex..." he began.

"It's ok, Clark," Lex continued. "I understand. I took you by surprise. And you can reassure your father that it won't happen again. In fact I'm surprised that he let you com...." His words were cut off by Clark pulling him into his arms and proceeding to kiss him senseless.

Well, maybe not senseless. Lex was sensing everything. How Clark's lips seemed to suck on his scar for a moment. How fresh and sweet Clark tasted. How Clark's tongue seemed to be everywhere at once.... Lex moaned into the kiss, and felt a corresponding shudder from Clark's large, warm frame.

A few minutes later, Lex was lying, naked, on the couch, with his best friend, also naked, wrapped around him like a blanket. He felt cherished, safe. Clark's mouth pulled away from his, and Lex was able to think for a long enough moment to formulate a question.

"So. You liked the kissing then, Clark? It was a good surprise?"

Clark nuzzled his warm boyfriend and licked his ear.

"Oh, it was very good, Lex. Only... it wasn't exactly a surprise," he said.

Lex froze. Wasn't a surprise? "What... what do you mean?" he asked, trying to sit up, but failing miserably since Clark's arms were locked in a viselike fashion around him, and Clark's muscular body had him pinned down. Not that he was complaining. Lex refused to think about how good it felt to be pinned. By rights, his testosterone driven brain should be vehemently protesting, but it seemed to have been shut up by the feel of Clark's skin against his. And Lex could live with that.

Clark laughed. "You've been looking at me like you've wanted to kiss me ever since we met, Lex," he said. "It's kinda cute, actually."

Cute? Ok, that was just.... unacceptable. Dangerously sexy and kind of menacing he could go for, but cute? And wait. Clark had known how he felt?

"You knew?" Lex was rarely surprised, so he thought it understandable that he was having trouble with this.

Snuggling closer, Clark sighed happily. "Of course I knew, Lex," he said. "Everybody knows."

Everybody what? "Like, who, Clark?" Lex said, outraged.

As a small smile played around his generous and talented mouth, Clark listed them. "My parents, Chloe, Pete, Lana, Whitney, your staff... in fact, I think anybody who has ever seen you look at me knows."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Kent?"

"Lex." Clark looked deeply into Lex's eyes. "They all know how you feel about me, because they all know how I feel about you."

Ok, deep breath. He could do this. "How you feel about me?" Lex whispered.

"I love you, Lex. You never wondered why I know your schedule better than you do? I follow you around all the time. When you go away, Chloe says I'm in a bad mood till you come back." Clark shook his head. "You're the only one who hasn't guessed, Lex."

Lex shook his head. Clark loved him? And everybody knew but him?

Clark continued. "I don't know why you think you are so good at hiding things." As the emotions washed over Lex's face, Clark smiled. "Everything you're thinking is as plain as day on your face."

"You're saying I broadcast my feelings, and the world knows?" Lex was not going to panic, he was not... well maybe a little.

Clark hugged him closer and nibbled on his jaw. "Relax. Maybe it's different when you're doing business stuff, but all I know is, you're an open book to me."

Lex closed his eyes. As welcome a dream as this was, he hoped he would wake up soon. The idea that he had been broadcasting his feelings for Clark for all to see was frightening. Another emotion that Luthors were trained to inflict, not feel.

"I don't know what to say, Clark," he said, opening his eyes to gaze into deep green pools.

"You could say that you love me, Lex," Clark whispered. "I know you do. I see it on your face when you look at me, but it would be nice to hear it." And for the first time, Lex saw the facade crack a bit, saw the uncertainly behind his best friend's bravado.

"I'm not sure that I know how to love, Clark," Lex murmured back tenderly. "But I do know that if there's anyone in the world that do I love, it's you."

It was obviously a good answer, because Clark's smile almost blinded him.

"This is so cool," he said and buried his face in Lex's neck.

Cool? Not the word Lex would used, had he been able to speak at that moment. He shuddered at the feel of Clark's lips mapping the contours of his neck and jaw. A sharp nip made him moan and made his cock twitch. They were lying close enough that Clark felt it. Raising his head, he grinned wickedly at the man underneath him.

"And you're so hot, Lex," he whispered. "Do you have any idea of all the things I've dreamed about doing with you?"

This was not right. Lex was supposed to be the experienced one. And here he was letting Clark dominate? That had to change, and right now.

Lex somehow stretched so that his body slid on Clark's in an impossibly slick way, and Clark gasped at the sensation. Smiling wickedly, Lex looked up at Clark from underneath his lashes and he felt Clark's breath hitch. Pushing his face up towards Clark's he whispered against his lips. "Dreams, Clark? Do tell."

A bright flush came across the younger man's face and he moaned softly.

Lex continued. "They can't possibly be as good as my fantasies about you, Clark." The slow stroke of Lex's hand across Clark's lower back had him shuddering.

"You have the most fuckable mouth I have ever seen," Lex continued in his best bedroom voice, his tongue tracing Clark's lower lip. "I think about those lips wrapped around my cock and I get so hard..."

Another moan was pulled from Clark, who seemed incapable of coherent speech at this point. The little rocking motions that Lex was making against him did not help. Nor did the way his fingers were exploring the skin of Clark's back.

"Want to know what else I think about, Clark?" Lex said, continuing his aural assault. "I think about how it would feel to be inside you, pounding into you, feeling you all around me...."

Clark moaned again, his cock jumping at the images Lex's viciously sexy voice invoked. He buried his face in Lex's fragrant neck and nipped a kiss there. Lex's words faltered as Clark's lips slid over his skin.

"God, Clark! That's so.... and then I think... shit that's good!... about sucking you, Clark... I want to taste you on my tongue... have you come in my mouth...."

Clark bucked blindly against Lex and let out a long groan as his essence exploded from his over stimulated cock and spread between them, welding them together.

Lex simply smiled and hung on as Clark shuddered through his release.

After a few blissful moments, Clark raised his head and looked at his bald lover. Reaching a hand in between them, he found Lex's hard cock and slowly stroked up and down. Lex gasped, and pulling Clark's lips to his, explored his dark haired lover's warm moist mouth as he jacked him to completion.

When Lex's ecstatic shivers subsided, Clark smiled and nuzzled him. "Well, that wasn't on your list. Sorry," he said grinning.

Lex shrugged. "I'm flexible. And I do mean, flexible," he drawled, giving Clark a hot look that made his cock stir.

The phone rang, breaking the intimate mood. The machine picked it up and Lionel Luthor's voice came on over the speaker.

"Lex? Pick up, son. I understand that something has happened that makes you think you need to leave the country? If there is any damage control that needs to be done, let me know and I will handle it. Otherwise, I would recommend you stay and face the music. Not that you ever listen to me... Anyway, you could use a vacation I think, so plan one as soon as whatever this latest crisis is is over."

Lex moaned and buried his head in Clark's chest. Clark smiled and looked down at the sexy head buried under his chin. Wait, did he just think Lex had a sexy head? Wow, he had it bad... "Hey, Lex?" he said softly. "If you are leaving town, do you think we could take the trip together?"

Lex snickered. "Sure, Clark," he said, still laughing. "But obviously, I'll have to fire my secretary first, since she leaked it to my father..."

Clark laughed, getting into the spirit. "Nah, Lex," he said. "Tell her we're going to Tahiti, she'll tell Lionel, and we'll stay here."

Lex paused, as if he was seriously considered the idea. "Or, we could actually go to Tahiti," he said suggestively. "I'd love to have you at my mercy, all to myself on a deserted beach. At sunset. Naked and writhing as I lick you everywhere."

"Wh... what would you do then?" Clark sighed, caught up in the imagery.

"What would you like me to do?" Lex asked softly. "Would you like me to suck you? Take your cock in my mouth and swallow you? I bet you taste amazing."

Clark whimpered, tucking his face into Lex's neck, the scent of Lex rising around him, enveloping him. He licked, relishing Lex's responsive moan.

"Yes," Lex hissed. "You'll taste me. And I'll taste you. I'll order the jet."

Clark shuddered against Lex. "We can do all that here, and now," he said.

Lex shifted down on the couch, ready to take Clark's erection in his mouth. Flicking his eyes up to catch brilliant green, he said "Why, Clark, I do believe we can."

~Fin