Title - This Maniac's In Love With You
Author - Karen Colohan (kcolohan@sidsplace.win-uk.net)
Fandom - Smallville
Pairing - Clark/Lex
Rating - NC-17
Disclaimer - Not mine, I couldn't afford the motor and household
insurance bills. I promise I'll scrub them down and give them back to
DC comics, the WB and anyone else who does own a slice of them
when I'm done with them.
Summary - Lex discovers a piece of his and Clark's history.
Author's notes - This is future fic and there's no rift here!
With thanks to Barbara for betaing.

This Maniac's In Love With You

Lex sighed as he moved round the bedroom, wondering if he'd ever
manage to convince Clark of the virtues of picking up after himself.
They hadn't been living together long and Lex hadn't given up all
hope, though Martha Kent's amused expression when he'd bemoaned
Clark's lack of tidiness led him to suspect that the answer
was probably no.

He yanked open the night stand drawer, intending to put away the
book that Clark had taken to reading when Lex had to go in to work,
but he had no early classes. Clark left it lying around even when he
didn't need it, a fact that offended Lex's sense of neatness. As the
drawer slid out, Lex's eye was caught by something lying inside. It
was a cream coloured envelope, rather battered around the edges,
with Clark's name written on the front in bold letters. It was the
writing that made Lex pause, because he recognised it at once. The
note was addressed in his own hand.

Dropping onto the edge of the bed, Lex sat and regarded the open
drawer thoughtfully. He considered for several minutes, but he
couldn't remember writing Clark any letters. Quite apart from the fact
that they'd had to be somewhat circumspect about their relationship
in its early stages, when they hadn't been able to communicate any
other way they'd kept in touch by email. Consequently, the hand
written envelope was a puzzle and Lex hated unsolved puzzles.

After a moment's hesitation, Lex concluded that he wouldn't be
invading Clark's privacy if he took a look, as whatever was in the
envelope had come from him in the first place. He'd simply forgotten
what it was. Satisfied with that justification, Lex reached into the
drawer and picked up the letter. Closer inspection revealed that it had
endured a lot of handling. There were dirty smudges and creases that
suggested Clark had looked at the contents often. Turning it over,
Lex opened the flap and pulled out what was inside.

When he recognised what he now held in his hand, Lex gasped
softly. This was something he remembered very well, but it would
never have occurred to him that Clark would have wanted to keep it;
they'd barely known one another then. The monogrammed note card
was also a little the worse for wear and Lex wondered just how often
Clark had taken it out to read the message inside. Lex's fingers
carefully traced the flowing LL on the front for a moment before he
opened it. He didn't really need to read what he'd written, he recalled
the words perfectly well.

Dear Clark,

Drive safely, always in your debt.

The Maniac in the Porsche

Lex stared at the bold scrawl, remembering the impulse that had
driven him to buy the truck. He'd been fascinated by Clark from the
moment he opened his eyes on the riverbank, positive from the first
that he'd hit him, regardless of the apparent evidence to the contrary.
He'd wanted to thank Clark for saving his life, but more than that he'd
wanted to know him better.

Clark's father hadn't let him keep the truck, but despite that, Clark
had held onto the note all this time. Lex hadn't honestly believed that
Clark had felt the connection between them so soon, but it seemed
he'd been wrong. He smiled reminiscently, thinking back to those
early days in Smallville. He'd certainly never dared to dream then that
one day Clark would be sharing the penthouse in Metropolis with him.

The sound of a door closing interrupted Lex's train of thought.
Evidently Clark had returned from his mission to find breakfast - most
likely pastries and coffee from the bakery a few blocks away.

"Lex, I've got it. There's apple danish or blueberry muffins," he called
out, proving Lex's theory. "Where do you want to eat?"

"In here, Clark," Lex replied, not moving from his spot on the bed.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee preceded Clark's entrance into the
bedroom.

"Mmm, breakfast in bed, I like the sound..." Clark's voice trailed off
and Lex turned to look at him, watching him take in the open drawer
and the card in Lex's hand. "Lex?"

"I had no idea that you'd kept this, Clark," he said, holding up the
note.

Clark suddenly seemed to find the carpet utterly absorbing, but Lex
could see enough of his face to tell that he was blushing.

"I'm glad you did," Lex added, smiling again. "I think it's... romantic."

Clark's head came up at that, though he still wouldn't meet Lex's
eyes. "I thought you'd think it was silly. After all, I brought the truck
back."

"I don't think that at all," Lex told him. "Besides, I know you wanted
to keep the truck. It was your dad who wouldn't let you; he didn't like
me very much then."

Clark moved over to the bed, pausing to set the styrofoam cups of
coffee and the bag of pastries that he was carrying on the night stand.

"I used to read that note all the time and think about how I gave you
mouth to mouth when I pulled you out of the river." He hesitated,
blushing again before he continued. "Only, when I thought about it
afterwards there were a lot less clothes involved than the first time."

Lex laughed softly and patted the space beside him on the bed until
Clark sat down. "Really? Riparian sex, that sounds a little... kinky."

Rolling his eyes at Lex, Clark punched him lightly in the arm. "I grew
up on a farm, remember. There's nothing wrong with the great
outdoors, so stop trying to make it sound so perverted!"

"Hey! I'm not the one who fantasised about naked mouth to mouth,"
Lex protested, grinning.

"You want a demonstration?" Clark offered, his eyes sparkling with
amusement.

"What about breakfast?" Lex nodded at the items Clark had brought
in with him.

"Screw breakfast," Clark growled as he turned and pushed Lex back
onto the bed. Once he had him positioned to his satisfaction, Clark
crawled on top of him, pinning Lex in place.

Content to forego the meal, Lex squirmed until he was firmly
ensconced between Clark's thighs, their groins perfectly aligned. He
rocked his hips up off the mattress and was gratified by the moan
that escaped from Clark's throat. "I'd rather have you."

Clark bent his head, nipping at the soft skin below Lex's ear. "I think
that can be arranged." His attention wavered for a moment and he
reached to pluck the note card from Lex's fingers. "Be careful with
that, it has sentimental value."

Raising his head off the pillow, Lex kissed Clark hard, claiming him
with lips and tongue. With an enthusiastic moan, Clark began to
reciprocate, his mouth moving hungrily against Lex's. Neither of them
noticed when Clark's grip slackened and the card slid onto the floor.

When they paused to draw breath, Lex panted, "I thought this
fantasy called for nakedness."

"I was wondering when you'd remember that," Clark purred as his
hands drifted down to work open the buttons on Lex's shirt.

"I can't get my pants off with you on top of me," Lex pointed out as
he tugged at the zipper impatiently.

Reluctantly, Clark rolled away from him, quickly tugging off his own
shirt while Lex finished undressing with commendable speed. Clark's
shoes, socks and jeans were dumped carelessly onto the floor and
Lex didn't even think of commenting about the lack of tidiness.

As soon as they were both naked, Clark pressed Lex back onto the
bed. He knelt beside him and Lex looked up at him, wondering what
came next.

"Close your eyes," Clark instructed.

After a moment, Lex complied. He felt the mattress dip as Clark
moved and then there were hands cradling his head, tipping it back
carefully. His breath hitched as he realised Clark had been serious
about demonstrating his fantasy. With an effort, Lex made himself
relax completely, letting his body go limp.

Clark made a small sound of approval and then Lex felt him shift
position again. He must have leaned closer, because Lex could feel
strands of Clark's hair brushing against his forehead. One hand slid
from his cheek to cup his chin, gently urging his mouth open. For a
second Lex felt Clark breathing, the soft exhalations warm against
his skin, then Clark's lips closed over his. The kiss started out
almost chaste, but after a moment Clark's tongue plunged into Lex's
mouth and it became anything but.

When Lex tried to take a more active role, Clark drew away just long
enough to shake his head and instruct him firmly, "Lie still and let
me take care of you."

As Clark dived back into the kiss he took his hand away from Lex's
chin. He trailed it slowly down Lex's chest, resting it on his stomach
for a second before continuing down to wrap it around the swollen
length of his cock.

Lex arched up into the touch, knowing there was no way he was
going to last very long. Clark was gripping him firmly, jacking him
with fast, hard strokes. Squeezing his eyes shut even tighter, Lex
concentrated on the sensations coiling in his belly, feeling the ache
in his balls.

Suddenly, Clark's mouth wasn't touching his any more. Instead,
Clark was whispering in his ear, low and rough, "Fly for me, Lex!"

With a groan, Lex thrust into the warm clasp of Clark's fist and
came, feeling the hot fluid splash onto his stomach. Clark drew the
pleasure out, stroking him slowly until he stilled, panting harshly.

When the big hand withdrew, Lex felt the bed move under him again,
but it wasn't until he heard the soft moans that he realised Clark was
jerking himself off. Lex finally opened his eyes, watching Clark's face
as his climax overtook him.

After Clark had saved his life by the river, he'd promptly fainted from
the shock. Now he simply slumped forward, head bowed, as he
caught his breath. Lex reached out, running his fingers down the taut
muscles of Clark's thigh.

"Thank you," he said in a hushed voice.

Clark looked up, the start of a smile curving his lips. "You liked that?"

"Even better than the first time," Lex assured him, his hand still
drifting slowly across Clark's sweat damp skin.

At his words Clark straightened, frantically looking around him.
"What happened to the card, Lex? Do you see it?"

When Clark began to scramble off the bed, Lex caught hold of his
arm, stopping him. "It doesn't matter, Clark."

"But that was the first thing you ever gave me," Clark insisted.

Lex shook his head. "You don't need an old note to tell you what you
already know."

"What's that?" Clark asked as he settled back at Lex's side.

"That this maniac's in love with you and always will be," Lex replied
as he leaned across to kiss Clark once more.

The End