He should have been worried. Lex figured that if he had known Clark would want to try something based almost solely on his strength, on his ability to hold Lex into place….

There was no question that Clark was strong, that Clark was stronger than almost anything else in the world.

Lex wasn't. Lex wasn't made to be bounced around like a cat toy. Lex was not meant to be carefully balanced on legs made of steel while his own legs dangled at a perpendicular angle to the rest of his body.

He was not, in fact, meant to be having sex in freezing cold air that far above the ground. Never mind the fact that Superman was the one nailing his ass; he was afraid of heights, and he was never going to be able to figure out what had made him agree to it.

It was cold, and even Clark's over-warm body wasn't helping the chill of a skyscraper level breeze, even with a thick warm dick lodged up his ass. He was cold, his nuts were going to retract into his body, and he was going to die if he didn't come soon.

That or he was going to kill Clark, except there was this thing Lex had about hitting the ground and dying if he did that.

"Unnnh, God," Clark groaned, shifting to idly fuck Lex deep, pushing, pushing, and it made Lex's eyes cross. God, if Clark would just shut up and fuck him already, they could go home and have a hot bath to relax after he came his brains out.

"Faster," Lex gritted out, leaning forwards a little, clutching at Clark. He'd do anything to steady himself so he felt a little less like he was falling. Open air was one of those things going on the list of 'never ever again'. Ever.

Clark shifted, managing to grip Lex's hips in a way that would probably leave him bruised for the better part of two days. Still, it helped in that goal of 'faster'. Now, Lex was cold, achy, and his ass felt like a piston was being driven in and out of it.

Great.

Now coming wasn't so much of an interest as getting Clark to come, getting it over and done with. Lex wanted to be on solid ground, and he wanted warm lips, or even a hand on him. He was too freaked out to move a hand to stroke himself off, and Clark was too busy holding him to take care of it. Acrobatics had been a lot of fun at seventeen, even at nineteen, and he had to admit that thing with the circus twins had been what got him exiled to Smallville at the grand old age of twenty-one, but he had limits. Acrobatics at thirty-five?

"Unh. Oh, Lex, oh, fuck, oh, I...."

Clark's fingers were kneading now, a sure sign that he was wrapping it up for the night, and Lex had never been happier to have that happen. He'd never ever been happier to have Clark trail off in curses, never been happier to have Clark make noises like that, because he was going to come and then they could both land.

Except... Clark spazzed out when he came. Went blank and nearly passed out and....

"Clark!!"

Too late. It was too late, because he was falling through the air, and screaming the whole way down. Screaming like a girl, Lex would've admitted if he'd had a thought in his brain.

Metropolis was going to learn all of the freaky parts of Lex Luthor's sex life if he died as a naked splat on the pavement. He could just see the headlines now, and if he wasn't scared to open his eyes and see just how fast he was plummeting, he could probably even read them.

"Oops."

‘Oops’ was the feeling of his rib cage impacting with his spine because Clark had caught him, and he was too scared to fight or struggle just then. Lex was pretty sure he'd just peed on someone or something down below out of sheer fear. "Get me home! Home!"

Five minutes later, Clark was looking at him so sheepishly that Lex might actually forgive him before the turn of the next millennium. Maybe.

"God-dammit! That's it! That's, that's fucking it. You've lost your privileges to suggest any kind of sex that doesn't involve a bed!" He clutched tighter at the robe that Clark had fetched for him, and started to storm off towards the bathroom.

"Okay, Lex. You're absolutely right. I could have dropped you or something awful, lots worse than that thing with the sconce..." Okay, sure, but he could sense the wobble in that lower lip already. He didn't even have to see it.

Damn Clark Kent's hide.

"COULD have dropped me? You did drop me! Or did you forget about the part where I was skydiving through the air sans chute?" He kept his back to Clark, hoping to hold out a little while longer; but then Lex made the mistake of leaving the bathroom door open, and Clark puppy dogged in after him.

"I meant I could have dropped you again," Clark snuffled, and Lex was so close to forgiving him. So close. "You know I'd never let anything bad happen to you, Lex. I'm really sorry...."

"You dropped me." He leaned into the tub, and turned the handles over to blazing hot. Fill the tub half with that, and half with cool, and he'd get a nice temperature to take the chill off. "That was -- I'm never doing that again, Clark."

"Okay," Clark agreed. "We don't ever have to do that again. Just..." God, that snuffle. Argh. "Aren't you going to forgive me?"

Lex exhaled, and looked back to the tub. "I'll forgive you. I'm just going to be pissed off for a while. Because you dropped me, and not in a single one of these fiascos we've had have I gotten to get off."

"I'm sorry, Lex," Clark apologized again, sidling closer to him. "Really. I am. I'll make it up to you. Anything you want..."

"I want a hot bath and a blowjob." It was out of his mouth before he realized that Clark might try to combine the two. By then it was too late, because he could see the wheels in Clark's head spinning.

Some days he still thought a very tired hamster ran one of them, and he still loved Clark despite it. The fact that he really did have buns of steel to go with the hamster brain didn't hurt, of course.

That bright grin was both a curse and a blessing -- a curse because it stole Lex's brain away, and a blessing for the same damnable reason. "Your wish is my command!"

One day, Lex was even going to become accustomed to the feeling of being moved at that kind of speed. He was suddenly in the tub, and the sting of hot water was something he didn't have time to ease down into. It wasn't scalding, so Lex leaned up to reach past Clark so he could turn the water towards something neutrally warm. "Ah, that's nice."

"Gonna be even nicer," Clark assured him, slipping into the tub with him. So what if it might overflow? Lex had servants for a reason. Somebody else could clean it up, and when Clark's head ducked just under the water and that hot mouth surrounded his cock, he gave up thinking about servants and water on the floor.

Clark didn't have to breathe under water. Clark didn't have to breathe, and it was all right that Lex knotted his fingers in Clark's hair, rubbing at his own speed. Yeah, that was good, that was head lolling back on the edge of the tub good, hot mouth and hot water, and suction. He'd keep Clark for his mouth alone, he thought, groaning and shifting. That was a comfortable position, head lolling on the edge of the tub, legs stretched out and around, Clark squished down between his thighs. Clark didn't get uncomfortable, not the way Lex did, so that probably explained the crazy positions he had wanted to try and....

His brains were melting. The good melting, the kind when his brain phoned in all of its responses and let his dick do the driving. And his dick wanted more of that beautiful mouth, more nice suction, more slurping up and down his shaft, yeah, just like that. Just like Clark did without Lex having to goad him off with more than mumbles and groans.

Oh, yeah, baby. Yeah. Tongue and there was a finger slipping in his ass in a pleasant way as opposed to the freezing-my-ass-off kind of way. Lex was pretty sure that the sound he gave in that moment was probably the same sound he'd give in the throes of death unless it was a falling to his death throes. That was a girly scream instead of the sated manly moan he was giving out when Clark twitched his finger just so, and took another lazy slurp.

His life hadn't felt this good since Clark had discovered there could be sex outside of their bedroom, and Lex's fingers shifted, clenching just a little tighter in Clark's hair. He could feel orgasm finally, finally, tingling down his spine; close in the extra-special way it was when he got his way.

Almost there, just a little further. He sank deeper in the water, legs shifting in a restless squirm to try to get just that little bit closer to orgasm, like moving his body would really help things along. It was all on Clark's mouth and hand, and when he moved them both just when Lex hitched his hips a little; it was like heaven floating in a coffee mug. Everything was hot and warm and there.

Guh.

When he finally opened his mouth, Clark was grinning up at him from the general area of Lex's crotch, all wet tousled curls and swollen lips. "Forgiven?" he asked huskily.

"Forgiven. Why can't I stay pissed off at you for very long?" It was rhetorical, but he still voiced it, watching Clark's face while he petted his hands through wet hair. His bathwater was still mostly clean because Clark had even swallowed everything. There was nothing worse than bits of semen in the water, stringing and gooping along.

"You love me," Clark answered with a grin. "I'm gonna go get your robe and a few other things. Let you enjoy your bath." He gathered himself and stood, lower back running into the faucet. The ominous creak of metal sounded, and Lex sighed, already anticipating the next word.

"Oops."

End