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Bagel Daddy Lex

 “Yeah! You got the chocolate chip bagels again!”

Lex barely glanced up from reading his newspaper…or so it seemed. In reality, blue eyes followed the slightest movement of the flannel-clad boy entering his kitchen.

Clark swung his backpack onto a stool and pulled apart the bagel. He slid a knife into the cream cheese, spreading a generous amount and took a bite as he sat down across from Lex. The cheese fell onto Clark’s thumb and he automatically licked it away, not noticing the tiny rattle of the newspaper as Lex’s hands shook.

“You know, I don’t know why you always order so many of these. I never really see you eat them.” Clark continued chewing on the bagel, his tongue running over his lip to check for a stray crumb.

Lex had given up all pretense at reading the paper by this point. Words somehow made their way to his lips. “I’ve told you before, it’s cheaper to buy them in bulk.”

Expectations
For Barbara.

Prompt: Clex fic, any context.

Clark looked listlessly though his most recent copy of “Astronomy.” He’d already read every article twice. He let it fall to the floor and he rested his cheek against his bedspread.

There was a knock at the door and Clark barely had time to mutter a “Come in,” when Lex stepped though the door. Clark swallowed. “Hey, Lex.” He said uselessly, unable to do anything but wonder at how Lex could look that immaculate in these temperatures.

Lex looked down at Clark sprawled across his tiny twin bed, his huge frame practically half on the floor. “You look hot.” He said and immediately a little spark of panic flared in his brain. He refused to act like the remark had any hidden depth to it and Clark didn’t seem to notice.

Per usual. He sighed soundlessly, sitting on the chair adjacent to Clark’s bed, which happened to provide him with the perfect view of shirtless boy. Shirtless and pantless, clad only in a pair of boxer shorts.

Plaid. Of course. Lex didn’t understand why he was here at all, maybe he had masochistic tendencies he hadn’t really been aware of until he’d met Clark.

Well—that was a blatant lie, Lex knew perfectly well why he was here. To find out why Clark wasn’t stopping by the mansion these days and fix whatever the hell it was.

“I didn’t realize you were here—“ Clark started to say as Lex said “I tried calling, but no one answered. Figured I’d just stop by anyway in case you were hiding out in the shower or something.”

Clark lifted his head from the blanket. He was too embarrassed to admit he’d heard the phone ringing, he just didn’t feel like answering it. “Yeah? God, yeah. Mom won’t let me take any more cold showers, she’s afraid there’s going to be a water shortage.”

“Why didn’t you just come over to the mansion?” Lex asked curiously. “I mean—I have a pool.”

Clark swung his legs off of the bed, rising to his feet in a smooth motion that Lex followed intently.

“Guess I just thought you had better things to do than to be bothered with me.” Clark said as he walked over to his dresser, pawing through his t-shirts until he found a white one and he pulled it over his head.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Lex asked, his fingers beginning to clench into a fist.

“I—I didn’t mean for that to come out as belligerent as it sounded, really.” Clark half-grinned, but Lex could tell Clark was trying to get himself out of…

Whatever this conversation was. Lex said nothing, just continued to stare impassively as Clark shifted around uneasily, his bare feet tapping the floor in an unsteady rhythm.

“You’re just so busy all the time, Lex.” Clark said finally and he said it so quickly that it took Lex’s brain a moment to translate the words.

“It’s not as though you’ve been going out of your way to get in touch with me.”

Small tap against the wood again and Lex felt the stiffness in his fingers begin to subside.

“I haven’t really left messages or anything—“ Clark said, already preempting Lex’s first question. “I just didn’t want to be a bother, I keep reading how busy you are in all the papers with LexCorp and everything.”

Lex grinned. Clark wasn’t avoiding him—at least not for the reasons he’d been entertaining the last few nights. He moved over to his friend, pressed a hand against Clark’s back and led him out of the bedroom.

“Obviously all of this heat has addled your brain. You never bother me, and if you did don’t you think I would tell you?”

Clark opened him mouth to reply but Lex cut him off by simply walking ahead quickly, pulling his sunglasses over his eyes and calling behind him for Clark to pull on some shoes and come out to the car. “I can’t stand being out in this heat any longer than I have to!” Clark heard Lex yell from his mad dash to the car. Clark stared at the screen door for all of two seconds, pulled on a pair of sandals, shut it behind him and was soon enjoying the blast of gloriously cool air from Lex’s air conditioner.

Lex grinned as he turned on the mp3 player. Clark spread out his arms luxuriously, reveling in how good it felt. He turned so his forehead rested along the window.

“What do you want to do today?” Lex asked. “I have the whole day off.” That was a minor lie. After a couple of phone calls, he would have the entire day with Clark, so it was negligible after all.

“Pool sounds nice. We can make lunch. I haven’t eaten yet.”

Lex gaped at Clark. “It’s past noon, and you haven’t eaten? That’s alarming.”

Clark laughed and turned over to Lex. “Jerk.” He muttered good-naturedly.

“Okay, so it’s pool—wait, you mean playing pool, or swimming pool?” Lex queried. Both had their…positives.

“Both, why not?” Clark asked magnanimously.

Lex couldn’t have said it better himself.

***
A few sandwiches and two games of pool later, Clark was changed into one of the pairs of spare swimming trunks Lex always kept handy and performing a flawless dive into the swimming pool. Lex simply eased himself into the pool, languidly treading water when a huge splash brought him out of his calm, relaxed state fast enough.

“You’re dead, Kent.” He blinked, as he wiped the water from his face and paddled over to where Clark floated in the water, waiting.

“You talk a big game, Luthor. Got anything to back it up?” Lex stared at Clark’s flushed face for a moment. Without thinking, he pulled the boy’s head up from its resting place on the water and tangled his long fingers in its black, soaked curls.

“Always.” He murmured, reveling in the shock in those hazel eyes. But—not disgust. Not anger, just a mild sense of surprise and delight, so he pulled Clark tighter against his chest, their legs sluicing through the water.

“I—wasn’t expecting this today, Lex.”

“You’ve got me beat.”

Clark blinked, confused. Lex continued, his eyes taking in every nuance of Clark’s expression as he spoke slowly, testing out the words on his tongue.

“I wasn’t expecting this ever.”

Imitation of Yourself

Pairings: Lex/Helen, Helen/Lucas

Helen leaned back against the chaise and ran her hand along the file she was skimming. She pulled off her glasses and set them on one of the towels. She didn’t need to read it anymore, she could recite word for word the contents.

None of it made any sense, and it irritated her. She was used to being handed a situation, figuring out what the problem was, and then…solving it, fixing it. So simple an idea and yet she’d taken it for granted before arriving in this town. She didn’t enjoy being confused on a daily basis, especially not when the case in question held so much promise. Helen glanced at her watch and was startled to realize it was now a little past midnight.

Lex still hadn’t come home.

***

She leaned over, and threw the file carelessly in her briefcase, locked it. Helen stood, dropped her robe and taking a quick glance around to make sure none of the servants had wandered by, canon-balled into the mansion’s Olympic-sized pool. One of the definite perks of living here, she had to admit.

The water felt unbelievably good and she pushed off the side of the pool, starting laps down the length. She wondered why Lex hadn’t at least called. He usually did if he was working late. He never went out anymore, if he wasn’t with her, or over at the Plant, he was in his…lab.

Helen didn’t notice her sudden increase in speed in the pool. She’d feel it tomorrow, when her shoulders felt alternately like ice and lava, but not tonight.

She had to admit, she didn’t like the lab. But…she understood it. Clark Kent was a key member in a very ‘interesting’ family, as Lex had put it. Lex needed to understand them, and albeit with less enthusiasm, she shared in his pursuit.

Helen knew that Lex would be well, … interested was a slight understatement in reading Martha Kent’s file in her briefcase. He’d make copies, upload them to his massive computer system, the one she’d tried to gain access to more and more frequently in the past several weeks. He’d view the file as something to be cross-referenced, tested…verified. Helen knew the answers were here, she just needed time to find them. If she gave the file to Lex, she would only be depriving herself of the current unquestioned monopoly she now held.

No, Lex wouldn’t be reading that file soon, not until she’d decided what the answer to it all was. Or at the very least, until she figured out the *question*. She realized she’d already swum the length of the pool twice and she leaned against the edge, panting slightly.

“I apologize for disturbing you. You looked like you were swimming away from a shark.” Amused male voice, coming from directly above her. Helen’s eyes opened in shock.

“Who are you?” She asked as she took in the man’s appearance. Tall, well-dressed…but his tone reminded her of….

The young man grinned. “You must be Lex’s Helen. I thought it was time we were introduced. After all, you are marrying my big brother in a couple weeks.”

“I’m sorry?” Helen blinked. She wanted to get out of the pool. She felt at a serious disadvantage with the height difference, and it hurt her neck to look up at him. Yet Helen remained in the pool, folding her arms more tightly around the edge.

“You mean Lex hasn’t told you about the other son? I can’t say I’m all that surprised.” He quickly squatted down so his face was only a foot from hers. He held out a hand, and Helen took it on reflex. “I’m Lucas Luthor. Lex’s brother.”

She knew words really ought to be coming out of her mouth, wondered where they were. “I hadn’t—I hadn’t realized Lex had a brother.” She said slowly, her cheeks starting to flame. She was his damn fiancée, and she didn’t even know he had a *brother*?

Without warning, Lucas’ hand started pulling and she automatically climbed out of the pool, dripping on the tiles. He walked away and picked up her glasses and her towel, handed them to her silently. She wrapped the towel around her and pushed on her glasses. She couldn’t really see much more than blurry faces without either those or her contacts in. And she wanted to see Lucas.

She hadn’t made the best first impression, she could tell. He was starting to look bored and she gritted her teeth. What did he expect coming in unexpectedly past midnight, and introducing himself out of the blue?

Helen fixed the towel a bit more firmly and held out her other hand. “Dr. Helen Bryce.” She said smoothly, smiling at him as much as her mouth would open. His hand tightened for a moment around hers and then he dropped it.

“Yeah. I figured. Do you know where Lex is? I looked all over the house.”

She really didn’t want to admit to him she had no clue where her husband-to-be was. “He’s not in.” She said casually. She walked around him. “I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight. I’m going to the kitchen. Would you walk with me? We can…talk.” She took care to stand directly in front of the briefcase, blocking his view. She’d have to return for it later, when Lucas wouldn’t notice her carrying a briefcase, of all things, to a *pool*.

Lucas blinked, as if something she’d said hadn’t quite been what he was expecting to hear. He nodded and gestured for her to lead the way.

“Lex never mentioned he had a brother.” She said casually, taking care to not turn her back on him. After all, he claimed he was Lex’s brother but…

Helen didn’t bother to finish the thought. There was no mistaking it really. He…walked like Lex. With that weirdly assured stroll, he even put his hands in his pockets. He reminded her of Lionel too, in the way he seemed to look at something and dismiss it entirely out of hand—dismiss her. She wondered what he’d say if she told him that.

Lucas laughed softly. “Yeah. I wouldn’t think so. Lex doesn’t exactly announce to the world he actually has family other than dear old dad.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t expect you to. Lex says he’s protecting me but I know that he just doesn’t want to have to deal with me.”

“I’m sure that isn’t true Lucas.”

Lucas grinned. “And you’d know this because…? I mean, you’re his fiancée, and he didn’t even tell you he had a brother.”

He had a point. Helen wondered where exactly along the way she had started automatically defending Lex. Perhaps it was because so many people just went for the man’s jugular and she didn’t appreciate it.

“Well, I’ll be discussing that with Lex when he arrives home.”

“That would be when, Hel? Do you mind if I call you Hel?”

“Actually—“

“Thanks. Yeah, so when is my brother due to arrive back? I want to talk to him.”

“Whenever Lex gets back, he’s going to be tired, I’m sure. It’s probably best if you just come back in the morning.”

“Come back? Nah. I’ll just stay in a room somewhere here. It’s kind of like ‘pick a door, any door!’, don’t you think? You’re right though, I want to crash. Been a long trip and all that. ‘Night, Hel.” Lucas passed her and she gaped as he made his way down the hall.

She flung open the kitchen door and opened the fridge. Slammed down a block of cheese and pulled out a loaf of bread. Who the hell did the kid think he was, coming into her house past midnight with barely an introduction? She pulled out a knife, started slicing the cheese—-listened, just in case he was coming back. No sounds. She pushed the food away and doubled back to the pool.

She walked in and felt something with sharp teeth slide around in her chest.

“Lex!” She said loudly as she saw him holding the briefcase. “You’re back!” She walked over to him, kissed him lightly. “Thank you so much for grabbing my briefcase, I don’t know what I would have done if one of the servants would have misplaced it.” Helen knew the servants wouldn’t have dared to lose anything in this house, ever, unless Lex explicitly told them to.

“Yes. Of course. I was going to head upstairs.”

“I’ll take it with me when I go up.”

Lex looked at her quizzically. She smiled again, but knew no matter how hard she tried that if he looked, really looked? The smile wouldn’t’ be reaching her eyes. She was safe though, because Lex didn’t, and even if he did—it wasn’t like she thought he’d ever comment on it. “You’re probably going to want to have a talk with your brother.”

It was a rare occasion for this man to be surprised and Helen took a perverse sense of satisfaction from the fact he wasn’t able to hide it.

Museum Tales

For Sarah.

Prompt: Clark and Lex. flirting. must include a magic wand and a tiara.

Clark shifted from foot to foot, counting the tiles in the museum ceiling. 1,292…1,293…he stifled a yawn and forced himself to blink so he could just start over and try counting them by twelves this time.

Twelve, twenty-four…The curator, God…he just wouldn’t *shut up*.

“And this is the tiara worn by Princess Von—“

Clark tuned his hearing toward the Rockies, there had been a couple fires out there he’d wanted to keep an eye on. Couldn’t a national forest be burning or something? Just a little fire. Little.

Quiet. *Everywhere.* Which was good. Yeah.

He wondered if it would really be a horrible misuse of his powers to torch that painting in the corner. It was a Picasso-wannabe anyway. He felt his eyelid twitch suspiciously and he shut his eyes just in case. Mom would be upset if he accidentally set fire to something here, it had been one of her favorite haunts during college.

There was a shuffling, and Clark finally noticed one of the tour guides was tapping him on the shoulder. “Mr. Kent?” She whispered softly, but with an edge that made him realize she must have been tapping for a little while. He felt a blush start to crawl up on his cheeks and he nodded. “There’s a phone call for you. He said it was important.”

Clark nodded again, worried. Who would go to all the trouble of tracking him down at a museum if it weren’t? He sped up his pace behind the woman, taking the phone out of her hand hurriedly.

“Clark Kent.” He said tensely.

“Hello, Clark Kent.” Wry, amused voice on the other line and Clark breathed out again.

“Jesus, Lex! I was worried something was wrong!”

Lex’s jovial tone immediately sobered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just…”

“What, Lex?”

“I wanted to hear your voice.” Clark smiled, he couldn’t help it.

“Yeah?” He inched away from the curious gaze of the tour guide.

“I’m bored. I just got through four hours of straight meetings. I didn’t want to wait to see you tonight.”

“I—I could come over now.” Clark whispered, too aware of the other presence in the room.

“And skip the research on your paper?”

“I’d do it for you.” Clark said jokingly, but…was really quite serious.

“I’m going to be evil and tell you to do this.” Lex said, and Clark pictured him loosening his tie on the other end. His mouth went dry.

“I’m—I’m on my way.”

“Wave your magic wand and get here now.” Lex laughed.

“One minute. Be ready.”

“You really don’t have to worry about that one, Clark.”

Prompt: The weather in Kansas is in your control.

Reveal

“Could you take your arm off me?” Lex blinked at words he’d never thought he’d hear himself utter to Clark.

“Yeah. It is a bit hot, huh?”

“Clark, there are tropical islands that are cooler than this.”

Pause. “Let’s go to one of them.”

Lex swallowed. “Huh? You start college next week.”

“Maybe I’ve got heatstroke. I’d take advantage, if I were you. If we have to be this hot, might as well be somewhere fun.” Clark shrugged. “Let’s just…go. It’ll be good for you, you’ve been working too hard.”

“Or…a road trip?”

Clark grinned slowly. “Yeah. Road trip.”

—
Quick speed home for Clark to pack up some clothes, a peck on Martha’s bewildered cheek and Lex telling Gabe the company had better “fucking well be still standing” when he got back.

A hour later, they were speeding in a blue Porsche down the Interstate. Clark was enjoying the feel of both the air conditioning and the wind in his hair—he’d told Lex to keep the hood down.

Lex had just unbuttoned a couple buttons.

Flash of lightning, slight crackle of sound and Clark wondered if it was his brain gasping aloud, then he realized it was thunder.

—
“Gorgeous.” Clark murmured, staring not at Lex—-but the landscape. Mother Nature was in all her glory tonight, the lightning flashing across the Kansas fields against the backdrop of the darkening sky.

“Yeah. Really gorgeous.” Clark heard, didn’t even realize Lex wasn’t looking at the sky.

Bright flash in the road in front of them, sharp swerve of the Porsche and before either of them realized it, the car was turning, falling, tumbling in the ditch.

They landed upside down, Clark shaken…and Lex worse. Clark yanked away his seatbelt when he saw the tiny trickle of blood down Lex’s forehead.

—
“Wake up…” Clark pulled his friend from the overturned car, cradling his palm around Lex’s head.

Climbed up to the road and–he could turn the car over, he supposed. A whiff of leaking gas immediately put a rest to that thought.

“Lex?” He asked again, hoping for some response. Damn. Another concussion. Lex needed to go to a hospital.

Only one way to get him there. Clark held Lex tightly to his chest. He’d never…run with another person before. Looked down and…blue eyes were now open, staring.

“It’s okay.” He breathed, felt the raindrops on his face.

And ran.

Rising

For Alax.

Prompt: Lucas fic.

Pulling herself off his lap, she stood over him on the chaise. He grinned up at her, appreciating the view with a blue-eyed once-over. She walked away from Lucas with a laugh, heading toward the condo’s kitchen.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the cooling night around him, the scent of citrus and lime in the air, the soft breeze rustling through the palms. This was the life, the life he’d always been meant to have. Soft pad of bare feet on the pool tiles behind him.

Lucas smiled, eyes still closed, body feeling like a sponge with too much water. Deliciously lethargic and he didn’t want their time here to ever end, but soon they’d have to go back to Metropolis, back to his father.

“Hel.” He murmured, extending a hand behind him lazily.

Icy fingers entwined with his, gripping hard. “Fuck, Helen—“ He whipped his head up from the chair, and he could almost feel the air leave through his mouth as his eyes processed what he was seeing.

His mouth suddenly dry, he forced himself to swallow.

“Sorry to disappoint you little brother.” Lex’s hand gripped his tighter and then he flung his wrist aside. Lucas scrambled as he got to his feet. He stared past Lex’s shoulder as someone walked out of the kitchen.

“Kent?” Lucas rasped. “What—what are the two of you doing here?”

Lucas wasn’t certain who to focus on—Kent walking toward him, his outline traced by the kitchen light, a glint of red from his ring catching like a prism.

Or…his brother, who really ought to have been dead. And from the expression on his face, knew exactly who to thank for that. The only possible help he’d have here would be from the farmer’s son and he stared desperately.

But the younger man just stood silently, having stopped a few feet behind Lex. “Lex…” Lucas said shakily, wondered if it really was as far as it seemed to the house and his S&W, was startled when one of those icy fingers touched his lips.

“Shhh…I already know, Lucas.” Lucas stepped back, his eyes widening but it was too late.

The gunshot echoed through the courtyard and Lucas was dimly aware of the rush of water surrounding him.

Clark lowered Lex’s arm for him, wiped the gun clean, emptied the chamber and pocketed it so he could get rid of the gun for Lex later.

“I made the shot too clean.” Lex said distantly. “I wanted him to feel what it was like in that water, how it sounds, how it feels when it’s wrapping around your lungs. It’s not like it’s the ocean here but—“

Clark wrapped his arm around Lex and led him slowly away from the pool.

“But he would have understood better.” Clark finished for him. “Come on, Helen is….waiting.”

Show and Tell

Post-”Visitor”

She’d been remarkably quiet for all of two moments in the room. Then she’d asked questions, but he’d been expecting them and it was almost laughable how little thought he actually had to put into his responses, his answers having been well-prepared for months now.

Helen didn’t notice as Lex moved closer, his hands in his pockets. She was too busy staring at the car crash model being played out on the wall. Any other woman, upon seeing this room would have had an entirely different reaction, perhaps nervousness, or at the very least she would be uneasy.

The fact that Helen was only staring at the walls…studying them as if they were a particularly fascinating…lab slide…

It told him what he needed to know.

He felt her muscles in her shoulders jerk as he placed his hands on them. He thumbed the tension out of her, feeling as though he were calming a spooked animal. Smiled to himself when she began to relax against him, moved into the pressure of his palms.

“Lex…” She murmured.

He knew she still had things she wanted to ask, but he didn’t care. He’d learned who Dr. Helen Bryce was tonight, yet she didn’t realize it. Slowly he turned her around and wove his fingers through her hair, pulled her lips to his…he gazed lazily around the room until his focus was centered on the picture. He felt Helen respond to the sudden pressure in the kiss, and she tightened her fingers against his neck.

“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered into his ear.

He nodded, placed his palm against the small of her back and led her out.

He’d be back later tonight to update the new database he’d started for Cyrus, make certain the hospital he’d generously just bought a new children’s wing for was doing all they could to keep him comfortable in Metropolis.

Lex was proud of himself for not glancing back to look at the wall again.

Sunroom
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: R
Spoilers: Nope. Not here! Essentially PWP. Plot tried to sneak in but I said no and took it back out. Mostly.
Disclaimer: Characters, etc: Still. Not. Mine. Damn. It.
Notes: My entry in the MIT Challenge as hosted by Alax. Based on this gorgeous picture, from Alejandradd. Thank you for letting me have something to peek back at while writing. I hope you enjoy the results.

Clark felt the sunrays melt into his skin and he closed his eyes against it, wanted the feeling to linger longer than the sight. No Planet deadlines to worry about, Bruce and Diana were covering everything at the Watchtower and he wasn’t going to use his powers to do anything other than keep his cup of coffee warm. He pushed the towel away from his stomach and settled even further onto the cushioned wood bench, his legs sprawled openly across each end of the chaise.

He heard the door open but he’d first heard the footsteps coming out of the shower downstairs. It wasn’t necessary to move. He’d discovered he could see through his eyelids with x-ray recently but he simply waited. He could feel the shadow just over his leg and then a warm hand, warmer than even the sunshine beating down on him lazily worked its way up his bare calf. He shivered into it, grinning as he opened his eyes.

Lex’s face was directly across from his now and Clark found his smile had little staying power, slipping as he studied the other man’s soft expression.

Clark deliberately slid his head down along the headrest, so he was even further below Lex’s gaze. He felt a thrill of satisfaction when those blue eyes flared, amused, bright…

Hot.

So damned hot in here suddenly and Clark wanted to open one of the glass panels and let the air just slide in.

Clark wasn’t exactly certain how they’d ended up taking a vacation. They’d said they should consider it every couple of weeks, but it was more of an off-handed remark in the middle of a conversation, all too quickly forgotten.

Really, that should have told them something right there. When it takes too much energy and too much time to talk about taking a break, or to convey its necessity…that would generally be a decent sized hint, Clark thought distantly, distracted by Lex moving even closer to him. Lex had bought an island a while back, Clark had blurted out that it shouldn’t go to waste, it should be used for something.

He hadn’t known that when Lex had had a house built on the island, he’d personally designed every inch of this room.

The sunroom, his sunroom, custom-built for inspiring health and longevity in certain species.

They’d needed this time away, and damned if he wasn’t going to enjoy Every. Single. Moment. Lex was kneeling on the chaise now, his left hand bracing himself, the right moving steadily along his thigh.

“I feel like I’m the one who’s received a present, when it’s the other way around.” Lex said softly, eyes never leaving Clark’s. “I don’t even have to unwrap it. It’s all laid out for me here, just waiting, waiting for me to take it.” He murmured, his palm spreading wide across Clark’s hip.

“Does this mean I don’t have to send a thank you card for my new sunroom?” Clark managed to tease, impressed he was able to talk at all, pinned as he was under the other man’s unblinking gaze.

“No card necessary. God. Do you have any idea what you look like, open like this, open for me—” Lex began. Clark started to sit up but Lex’s hand pushed his chest back down, passed over his stomach making the muscles jump and tighten.

Lex’s other hand moved from his hip, and it was now thumbing his cock. And Clark decided vacations, time away would have to be a regular thing from this point on, oh yes. Lex hadn’t been this relaxed with Clark in months and he hadn’t even realized it until this second. In the beginning Lex had always had an aura of being just quietly stunned whenever he was with Clark like this, alone, and Clark suspected he’d been the same way. Then they’d become consumed with other things, and…

Clark liked it infinitely better when they were consumed with one another.

Clark snaked out his hand, his fingers twisting with Lex’s on his hip. Lex’s thumb slid back and forth, and Clark gasped, his other hand seeking out Lex’s shirt.

“Keep looking at me like you are now and this will be over far sooner than either of us would like.” Lex told him, but the fact he continued to stare at Clark belied his words.

“Then we can just do it all over again.” Clark muttered, gripping at Lex’s hand, melding the fingers back and forth in the same rhythm pulling on his cock.

It was all over remarkably quickly, Clark alternately arching and gasping, pulsing in Lex’s hand and screaming in an embarrassingly high pitch. It should never have stopped being like this every single time.

Clark heard shaky, unsteady breathing echoing around him and he exhaled slowly, reaching out to stroke Lex’s face. Lex pulled his fingers from his and kissed Clark’s palm, working his tongue around the thin skin in-between Clark’s fingers, around and in and out, weaving a devastating pattern that Clark thought could drive him insane.

“I think this was definitely one of the better purchases I’ve made in a while.” Lex said.

“I think this was one of the better ideas that I’ve had.” Clark replied.

“We work really well off each other.” Lex told him seriously. Clark reached up and pulled Lex to his lips, finally, communicating his complete agreement.

I’ve just had my wisdom teeth extracted. This one is for Jenn, Carla and Dawn, and anyone else who has gone through extreme dental horror. My love and deepest sympathies to you all.

On Lex and Winning

Lex shivered as Clark trailed sticky fingers along the length of his spine, buried his face in the pillow. Showing no reaction was proving more difficult than he’d anticipated, but…he’d win, somehow. He was feeling dizzy from the lack of air. He’d lost his ability to breathe normally.

He wasn’t complaining. Small sacrifice, really.

Smooth, slippery slide of coolness down his back, tiny calculated movements and Lex couldn’t take it anymore. He groaned, felt Clark’s hand still.

“I win.” Shocked, breathy murmur and Clark was licking the melting chocolate covered cherry puddles from his back.

Lex didn’t think this qualified as losing.

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