Title - Oh, Lucky Man
Author - Karen Colohan
Email - kcolohan@sidsplace.win-uk.net
Challenge - Interruption
Notes - With thanks to Barbara for last minute beta duties.
Summary - Sometimes luck is in the eye of the beholder.

The first time his attempt to become more intimately acquainted with Clark was interrupted Lex was willing to chalk it up as one of those things. After all, they hadn't ventured out of his office so it wasn't unreasonable for his staff to put the urgent business call through to him.

Besides, things hadn't progressed all that far when the interruption came. He'd coaxed Clark into a few hesitant kisses and their hands were on the way to finding bare skin, but they hadn't got further than that. True, it had been a little awkward as they pulled apart and straightened their clothing, but when he caught the look in Clark's eyes, Lex knew they'd be trying this again soon and a case of blue balls wouldn't kill either of them this once.

Clark was actually the one to instigate their next attempt, but Lex had to admit that he was more than willing. In fact, in all honesty, his motives for stopping by the farm to see Clark this late in the evening probably weren't entirely pure.

The Kents' house was quiet, the windows all dark, but a pool of soft light still spilled from the loft as Lex made his way into the barn. He barely had time to reach the top of the steps before Clark pulled him into an enthusiastic hug and, from there, it hadn't taken long before they passed the point they'd reached back in Lex's office.

Unfortunately, Lex had apparently brought his bad luck with him. They'd only managed to shed their shirts when Clark suddenly stiffened in Lex's arms and frantically informed him that he'd heard the screen door creaking as someone left the house. Clearly, Clark's hearing was better than his, but Lex was too grateful to question it when Martha Kent appeared in the loft just a few minutes later.

Lex wasn't entirely sure if he'd succeeded in buttoning his shirt up right, but his appearance seemed to pass muster and Martha merely commented on the lateness of the hour. As he retreated back to his car, Lex was forced to conclude that maybe the barn wasn't the best place to have sex either.

After their previous abortive efforts, Lex was certain that nothing could go wrong this time. He hadn't left anything to chance. He and Clark were safely ensconced in his bedroom at the mansion, behind a locked door. In addition, he'd instructed his staff not to interrupt him for any reason, on pain of a very messy and drawn out death.

Undaunted by their earlier experiences, Clark had been more than willing to try once more when Lex suggested it and so far everything seemed to be going perfectly. They'd undressed each other with admirable restraint, all things considered, and then begun to explore, finally naked together, skin to skin. Relaxing, Lex allowed himself to start really enjoying his much delayed seduction of Clark.

It wasn't entirely surprising that Clark didn't last long once Lex wrapped his hand around the boy's cock and began to stroke. Clark blushed, embarrassed, but Lex had every faith in his recuperative abilities and took the opportunity to lick his fingers clean, slowly and lewdly. Clark's eyes widened at the wanton display and his body's response didn't disappoint.

By the time Lex finished talking Clark through the basics of preparing him, not only was Lex aching to be fucked, but Clark was more than up to the task. Spreading his legs wide, Lex invited Clark to take him with a smouldering look.

Clark crawled between Lex's thighs and lifted his hips off the bed. Bending forward, Clark lined his cock up with Lex's hole and began to push into him.

As Clark moved over him, Lex was close to ecstatic. Still obviously a little uncertain, Clark was taking it slowly, but that simply gave Lex time to appreciate the delicious stretch and burn as Clark's cock slid inside him.

With everything he wanted just within his grasp, the universe chose that moment to prove that it definitely was out to get Lex. Before Clark had the chance to begin really fucking him, there was the sound of a noisy disturbance downstairs. It only took Lex a moment to recognise the strident tones of his father's voice, loudly demanding his presence. It was enough to cause Lex's enthusiasm to wane immediately.

Above him, Clark's face paled abruptly as he too recognised Lionel Luthor's voice. Before Lex had the chance to caution him to move slowly, Clark withdrew, much too fast. Lex was left biting his lip at the sudden, far less pleasant, burning sensation in his ass.

Sliding off the bed, wincing at another flare of pain, Lex fixed Clark with a baleful stare.

"Don't even think of moving!" Lex hissed in frustration. "I'm going downstairs to get rid of my father and then we are going to finish this."

Caught in the act of reaching for his clothes, Clark subsided when Lex glared at him.

"Um, okay," he said meekly.

Lex nodded in approval as he pulled his own clothing on and headed rapidly for the door. He paused on the threshold, looking back over his shoulder at the rumpled farm boy sprawled across his sheets. At the sight of Clark lying there, waiting just for him, it hit Lex that, in spite of all the interruptions, he was still a very lucky man.

End