Title: The Education of Clark Kent
By: Lady Angel and philtre
Disclaimers: Not ours.
Rating: NC17
Archive: LA's library, SSA, Lexslash, ClexFest
Challenge: Clark receives a very interesting education from two of Lex's oldest friends.
Authors' Note: Yes, the names are familiar. They're childhood favorites of mine. LA
Thank yous ( from Lady Angel): To philtre. Thank you for answering my plea and writing with me. You are a doll! (from phil) LA for the fab premise and groundwork.

THE EDUCATION OF CLARK KENT

Lex rubbed the little furrow between his brows, wishing he was back in Smallville. He snorted, realizing what he had just thought. "I must be losing my mind," he muttered, scratching out yet another equation. He glanced out his office window, Metropolis' skyline was bathed in reds and golds.

"Lex, are those figures ready yet?" Lionel's annoyed voice broke through his thoughts, making the young man grimace.

"Not yet, a little while longer, Dad." He swiveled around to the connecting door of his father's office and pasted a fake smile to on his lips.

"Soon, son."

"Yes, sir." Lex glared at the door. He really needed to get the lock replaced.

"Mr. Luthor?"

Lex grimaced again, hitting the intercom. "Yes, Elise?"

"You have visitors, sir."

"I really don't have the time . . ."

"It's us, Alexander."

"Oh Jesus." Wide blue eyes stared unseeingly at his office door. It can't be. "My lord?"

"Hmmm. Are you going to let us in or not, Lex?"

"Of course. Elise, send them in." He shot straight to his feet, pulling and tugging his clothes back into place. His smile, this time, was real. "My lord, my lady!" He moved around the desk, dropping to a quick genuflect in front of the dark haired man and blonde beauty.

Frank Hardy smiled. "Lex, it's good to see you." He reached out, warmly pumping Lex's outstretched hand.

"You too, sir." Lex turned and couldn't quite stop his eyes from traveling up the long legs and shapely body. "And it's always good to see you, milady."

Nancy Drew rolled her eyes. "Charmer." She held her arms out which he easily slid into.

Lex glanced around them.

"They're not coming," Frank murmured with a slight grin. "They decided that while the cats were away . . ."

"Ah." Lex raised an eyebrow. "I was wondering. You rarely travel without your 'court'." He motioned to the chairs before his desk as Lex seated himself. "Speaking of traveling, what brings you to Metropolis?"

"We wanted to know where you had been keeping yourself." Nancy leaned back into Frank's lap. "Our sources say you're rarely in town any more."

Lex coughed. "Ah, well, you know about the banishment?"

"Of course." Frank nodded his thanks to Elise as she placed coffee at his elbow. "But none of your father's edicts have stopped you before."

"True." Lex shrugged. "I think I've outgrown the clubs."

"Excuse me?" Nancy stared. "Who are you, and what did you do to Alexander Joseph Luthor?"

Lex chuckled. "I guess you could say I've been faced with a force stronger than I."

Frank smirked. "Been there, done that, married her."

The young man laughed again as Nancy whapped her husband on the arm.

"Excuse me," Lex murmured, reaching for the buzzing intercom. "What is it, Elise?"

"A phone call from Mr. Kent, sir."

Lex frowned. "Put him through. Clark?"

"Hey, Lex."

"Is anything wrong?"

"Oh nothing. What're you doin' in Metropolis?"

"Hmm." Lex glanced over at Nancy and Frank. "My dad wanted me to look at some numbers."

"Oh . . . well, when are you comin' home?"

Lex had to hide his smile. Home. "Not until late tonight. Why?"

"Oh, no reason. I'm bored."

He had to roll his eyes at that one. "What am I, Kent? Your entertainment?"

"Nah." Low chuckle that curled Lex's toes. "But you do have some really cool toys."

"Yes, I know."

"Like this thing . . . what's . . . oops."

"Clark?" Lex's eyes were wide, starring at the phone. "What did you do?"

"Nuthin."

"Why don't I believe you?"

"No clue, Lex. No clue."

"Clark . . ." Lex blew out an exasperated breath.

"Hey, Lex? Do you lose your cars a lot?"

"What?" Lex glared at the phone like it was misbehaving. "No. Clark, what the hell . . ."

"You sure? 'Cause, you know . . . LEX 1, LEX 2, LX LTHR. My mom use to write my name on my toys too, but that was like when I was five."

Muffled laughter jerked Lex's eyes back to the lord and lady, having completely forgotten them. He shot warning eyes at them. "Clark, listen . . ."

"Damn, you're short! Mmmm, that's better."

"Clark --"

"Oops!"

"What the fuck was that, Kent?"

"Oh, nothing. Um, Lex, is this silver thing suppose to come off of the Porshe?"

"Clark Kent!" Lex heard a familiar throat clearing. His eyes narrowed. "Enrique?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Get Clark the fuck away from my goddamn cars!"

"Actually, sir, he isn't near any of your cars."

Lex blinked. A lot. "What?"

Enrique did more of his throat clearing thing. "Mr. Kent is presently at the kitchen counter, having milk and cookies, sir."

Clark's merry laughter rang over the phone lines. "Got ya!"

The phone didn't survive the fall.

Lex was not amused.

Nancy and Frank, on the other hand, were laughing themselves stupid.

"Oh my God! I have to meet him!" Nancy sputtered through her chuckles. "Anyone who can put that expression on your face!"

Lex stared through slitted eyes. "Shut. Up."

"Ah, ah. Careful, Luthor." Frank lost all mirth, staring down the younger man.

"My apologies, my lord, my lady." Lex somehow managing to give the impression of a graceful bow even as he sat in his chair.

"Accepted." Nancy smiled. "You have to admit, love, that was funny."

"No, it wasn't." Lex rolled his eyes, feeling a smile tug at his lips at the thought of Clark teasing him.

"Oohh," Nancy purred at the sight of his face and the smile threatening to erupt. "You've got it bad!"

Lex couldn't argue, he shrugged with a self-deprecating smile.

~*~*~*~*~

He lunged.

She parried.

He executed a perfect balestra, following the jump with another lunge.

She parried yet again, then riposte. Her attack nearly catching him.

Her eyes shot to the side, Lex seized the opportunity. He feinted, then lunged. This time, it was Heike against the wall.

She viciously ripped off her mask, but her feral smile showed her approval.

Lex nodded, pride rushing him, the best high. He turned and spied what had distracted his instructor. His eyes widened, then narrowed under the fencing mask.

Clark was leaning against the doorjamb, his fingers tucked into the pockets of his jeans. He was glancing up through his lashes and his rosy lips were tilted at the corners. His whole stance enticingly whispered, "Innocent."

The gleam in those eyes completely ruined it.

Lex flung the epee.

Clark had the most innocent look on his face, barely glancing at the sword embedded in the wall by his head. "Gee, was it something I said?"

Lex didn't scream, he didn't have to because his expression said it all. The younger man's eyes widened before he took off. Lex right after him.

Clark wasn’t trying too hard to run, he was too busy laughing. At one point down the hallway, he was on the floor holding his stomach. Finally, Lex found him in his office, laughing like a lunatic on the ground in the middle of the room. Lex kicked him in the shin before pushing him to the ground, pinning Clark’s wrists above his head.

He had Clark on his back for all of two seconds before Clark reversed their positions, thighs firmly straddling Lex’s hips, hands bounding his wrist, precluding all possibility of movement. Clark was grinning happily at him. "Say Uncle."

"What?" Lex laughed incredulously at him.

"Say Uncle. Or I’m not letting you up."

"I’m not saying ‘uncle’."

"Well, then, I’m not letting you up." Clark smiled at him and Lex nearly forgot to breathe. He couldn’t remember the number of times he had imagined them in that exact position, except it wasn’t ‘uncle’ that Clark had wanted him to say.

"You know, your phone call caught me at a really inopportune time the other day."

Clark giggled, the reverberations trembling into Lex’s body. "I would apologize, but it was waaayyy too much fun."

Lex shook his head. "I think you’re way too welcomed here."

Clark’s face dropped immediately, and Lex felt like an asshole.

"Clark, you know I didn’t mean it that way. I wouldn’t have asked you to drop by anytime, even if I’m not around and then get angry because you did exactly …"

"I know."

Time seemed to freeze in that moment. They stared wordlessly into each other’s eyes.

"Alexander! Where are you?"

Lex whipped around to stare at the door. What the fuck was Nancy doing in Smallville? Pushing Clark off him, Lex scrambled to his feet, trying to pull a surprised Clark up as well.

"Alexander!" Then suddenly the owner of the voice was leaning against the door frame. Her barely there beige spaghetti-strapped dress somewhat obscured by a luscious mink coat that brushed the floor lightly. "Am I catching you at a bad ti…"

Nancy’s eyes fell squarely on Clark, a small smile forming on her lips. "And what do we have here?" She stalked right up to Clark, admiring his T-shirt clad chest blatantly. "How in hell did Lex manage to ship a fine specimen such as yourself out to …" Characteristically gesturing widely. "… Smallville, of all places."

Clark squirmed uncomfortably. "Actually, I’ve, uhm, always lived in Smallville."

"Ah." Nancy’s eyes widened in cognizance. "Clark Kent, I presume."

"Yeah." Clark frowned at her. "I’m sorry. I have no idea who you are."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Nancy turned, trying to guilt Lex into feeling bad, which he didn’t. So instead, she proffered Clark a manicured hand. "Nancy Drew. I’m a *very* old friend of Alexander’s."

Clark took the hand with a nervous smile. "Very pleased to meet you."

"Such nice manners." She turned to smile knowingly at Lex, then turned back to let her eyes slide up Clark’s body. "In such a nice package. No wonder we haven’t even seen your shadow these last months, Alexander." She returned to give Lex a withering gaze. "You’re very remiss in not sharing your newfound *friend*.

Nancy had a hand firmly on Clark’s arm, and it took all of Lex's restraint not to say or do something.

"Alexander, that’s a marvelous collection of cars you ha …" Frank stopped short at the sight of Clark, then turned to raise a questioning eyebrow at his wife. When his wife gave him a sideways smile, he walked up to Clark, hand held out. "Hello there. Clark Kent? Frank Hardy. Very nice to meet your acquaintance."

Clark looked hopelessly uncomfortable as he returned Frank’s firm handshake . "Hi."

Both husband and wife were eyeing Clark openly, so Lex quickly moved in to push Clark out of the door. "Why don’t you wash up for dinner, Clark?"

Lex slammed the door close behind him, then swung around to glare at his friends. "What the fuck are the two of you doing here?"

"What, Alexander, no more 'milady' for me?" Nancy was blinking ingenuously while stroking her husband’s arm. "Clark’s very … scrumptious."

"Come now, darling. Don’t be a tease. You know little Alexander doesn’t like to share his toys." Frank was petting his wife’s hand.

"Both of you. Fuck off. And what the hell are you doing here?"

"Visiting a *former* friend." Nancy followed Lex as he blazed a path to his laptop, slamming it shut tightly. She turned to her husband. "I do believe we’re not welcome, my dear. Although personally, I think Alexander just needs a little *seeing* to."

"It would seem so, darling. Come along then, I’m sure there’s some charming bed and breakfast around here." Frank began to lead his wife away, very very slowly.

"Oh, for fuck’s sake. You both know you’re welcome to stay. A little forewarning wouldn’t have hurt though." Lex couldn’t stay mad long at two of his oldest friends.

Nancy turned to flash Lex a lascivious smile. "If we did, you would have hidden that delectable little boy toy of yours."

"He is not my …" Lex gritted his teeth. "… boy toy."

Nancy smiled serenely at her husband. "Evidently, darling, I’ve been out of the game too long. They’re calling it something different now."

~*~*~*~*~

Dinner was boring. Nancy leaned back in her chair while Frank made some small talk about cricket, while both Lex and Clark pretended to look interested. Who the fuck gave a damn about bloody cricket? She gave the butler a grateful smile as he filled her wine glass, then raised her eyebrows at Frank as he gave her a little nod of warning.

Nancy raised a brow, clearly defying him. She jumped when a socked foot traced up her leg. Shivering, Nancy smiled, replacing her glass. She liked this game and dinner was definitely looking up. Giving her husband a lady-like smile, she slipped off her shoes and plopped them onto his hard lap. She hid her smile at Frank's jump.

Clark distracted Frank by asking some inane question about cricket -- which she was sure he didn’t know the first thing about that godforsaken game -- so she slipped her feet back down. Such good manners, such a sweet boy … who kept glancing at Lex furtively. She forgot what it was like to be that innocent. To have that inexplicable urge to please someone. Everything Clark did seemed to scream out to Lex ‘accept me!’ The way he mimicked Lex’s actions, emulated his speech patterns. It was fucking adorable.

Then there was Lex, who looked as though he was about ready to pounce on Clark’s scrumptious body at any second. Hope she got front row seats for that one. Although, from the compromising little position she caught them earlier, she wondered if perhaps *Clark* shouldn’t be the one to pounce on Lex. She was pretty sure, however, that Lex hadn’t put the moves on the boy even if he did pull the boy out for a little tete ta te before dinner. No, not Lex. Alexander Joseph Luthor could spend the rest of his life playing ‘the hunt.’ It thrilled him almost as much as the catch. Unless provoked. Hmm. There was an idea.

Nancy studied Lex, then Clark, then back to Lex. She *was* extremely bored … and she sincerely doubted that Smallville was entertainment central. Unable to stop herself, a mischievous smile broke on her face. This was going to be very fun indeed.

"What are you smiling at, love?" Frank’s eyes narrowed curiously at her.

Nancy flashed him a brilliant smile. "Nothing, dear. Just thinking about getting the new Manolo Blahnik collection."

Frank frowned slightly at her, then turned back to the other two men. "I cannot fathom why one woman requires nearly two thousand pairs of sh…"

Nancy slid back into her own mind, ignoring Frank’s tirade. There was much planning to do and Nancy loved a good plan.

~*~*~*~*~

They had spent the night playing bridge, a game that Clark would never have imagined Lex knew how to play. But evidently he did, and he was really good at it too. Although, Clark couldn’t imagine Lex being bad at *anything*.

Somewhere after the third rubber, Clark’s stomach began to growl loudly. He tried to suppress the growling, but that wasn’t something a person could actually do.

Nancy turned to smile at him. He liked her, she was very friendly … and beautiful. And she and Frank seemed to genuinely be Lex’s friends. "Hungry, are we?"

Clark smiled in embarrassment. "Yeah. The joys of being a teenager."

"Come on, then. I’ll make you a little snack." She grabbed his hand as if it were the most natural thing imaginable, then turned back to Lex and Frank. "You boys can entertain yourself, can’t you?" Lex’s eyes dropped briefly to Nancy’s fingers laced through his and Clark immediately felt the urge to jerk his hand back, resisting only because he didn’t want to seem too obvious. But Lex’s eyes were quickly back on Nancy’s face. "Hurry back. We’d miss your company too much, milady."

"Always the charmer, Alexander." She planted a kiss on Lex’s head. "But that’s why I adore you."

When they reached the door, Clark extricated his fingers in the pretense of wanting to open the door for Nancy. However, as soon as they were in the hallway, she wrapped her fingers firmly around his upper arm, sending him a bright smile from under long eyelashes. "Lay on, Macduff. Shall we conquer the kitchen?"

"Right this way."

In the kitchen, Nancy sat him down on a chair, before bustling around to make the sandwiches. Clark was dizzy from the number of cupboards that she flung open, pulling out random packages and bottles. It was a strange sight to behold considering her 4 inch stilettos and the extremely short hem of her dress. Narrowing her eyes at Clark over her shoulder, she held up two loaves of bread. "White or brown?"

Clark shrugged. "Brown?"

Nancy turned back to work on the sandwich. "So, how long have you and Lex been together?"

Clark blinked. Oh, she must mean . . . "About a year."

"Oh, that's good." Nancy smiled, placing a sandwich in front of him. "So many relationships fizzle out in under six months."

Clark frowned. "Really? I guess Metropolis is really different like that. I've known Pete since we were kids."

Nancy stared, eyes hard and mouth a thin line. "You're cheating on Lex?"

"Cheating?" His mouth moved like a fish. "You think . . . Lex and I . . . no! We're not. . . I mean . . . He doesn't. I. Oh. God!"

She blinked, as if trying to decipher what he was saying. "Are you telling me you and Lex aren't lovers?"

"NO!" Clark felt his eyes widened and heat rushed up his face. "Friends! Just. Friends."

"Oh." Her lips kicked up at the ends. "Could have fooled me."

"What?"

She shrugged, smirking just a little. "The way you two talk about each other, to each other. The touches," she glanced up through her lashes, "the eyefucks . . . ."

"I, ah, uhm." Clark didn't think he could blush any harder, but right now he was hoping it was enough to incinerate and save him.

"Are you trying to tell me that you haven’t noticed the way Lex practically smolders at you? Come along, farm boy. You can try to play the innocent, but I’ve caught the little glances you send his way." She was backing Clark into the wall, her body inches from his, a long nail scraping up his chest.

Clark wanted to retort something in return, but all he managed was a weak "huh."

"Or maybe you’re trying to convince yourself that you’re not gay. Would you like me to help you be certain?" Nancy’s face was dangerously close to his and Clark was having the hardest time breathing.

"No … I really."

"You really what, sweetie?" She was nearly whispering the words against his lips.

"Look, I can’t." But he couldn’t bring himself to push her away.

"Why?" He could feel her breathing the words into his ear. "Tell me why and I’ll back away."

Clark was panting, could feel his chest rising and falling. Finally, when he felt like he was going to explode, he blurted the words out. "Because I’m in love with Lex."

Nancy pushed back with an impish grin on her face. "Thought so." She threw herself back onto a barstool, tilting her head. "So, why haven’t you done anything about it?"

Clark gulped. The change from seductress to curious friend was dizzying. "Because … because I don’t know how."

"Fucking adorable." Nancy laughed. "You don’t how to …" She slanted her head, raising both perfectly shaped eyebrows at him. "… seduce Lex??"

Clark could feel familiar heat creeping up his neck, but he nodded furiously at her. That was exactly it. Lex was never going to make a move. Clark had been waiting for him to do something for nearly a year now, but all Lex did was flirt with him, stare at him smolderingly, buy him expensive gifts, and do basically anything but make. A. Definitive. Move. It was driving Clark *insane*. Seduce Lex. Yes, that was definitely what he needed to do. And here was someone offering to teach him exactly how to go about it.

"Yes!" Clark said a little too resolutely.

Nancy slid off her chair, invading his personal space. "Well, unfortunately, the art seduction can’t be condensed into handy set of Cliff’s Notes. So, why don’t you come back tomorrow? I’m sure I can help with your … education."

~*~*~*~*~

"Angel, what you were smiling about?"

Nancy glanced over her shoulder, smiling at the broad, tanned back of her husband. "When, love?"

"At dinner, then again after you came back from the kitchen with Clark." Frank turned, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "You aren't wouldn’t contemplate leaving me, now would you?"

She rolled her eyes, her hand sinking back into his hair. "Don't be ridiculous, Frank." She grinned. "Actually, I was thinking about Lex's relationship with Clark."

"Ahh." Frank grinned knowingly. "Nice young man."

"Hmmm," she murmured. "They're perfect for each other."

Frank rolled his eyes. "Oh no, no more matchmaking for you, young lady."

"But, Frank!" She turned, eyes bright. "The last one was such a success!"

"And it landed me with a black eye. No, thank you." Frank pulled her towards the bed, tugging down the covers.

"I think Lex would be very happy with Clark."

"I'm sure he would. And without your help."

"Fine," she pouted, "take away my fun."

He sighed, rolling his eyes. He knew defeat when he saw it. "Fine."

Nancy grinned. "Thank you!"

Frank sighed again, wrapping himself around his wife. He was starting to drift when she spoke again.

"Frank?"

"Hmm?"

"You know, Clark's probably never even kissed another guy before."

"Really?"

"Hmmm, he might need to . . . practice."

"Oh Jesus."

"Please?"

Frank glared at the darkened ceiling. "And just what do I get out of this?"

"The satisfaction of helping a friend find happiness?"

He humphed.

"Making your loving wife happy?"

"I'm already buying you a hundred new pairs of shoes--" He moaned as wet heat invaded his mouth and a small warm hand encircled his cock. "That," he gasped moments later, "will work."

~*~*~*~*~

Clark was at the mansion bright and early the next morning, smiling brightly at Nancy when he found her in the garden. "Morning."

"Good morning, sweetheart!" Nancy smiled, waving him to a seat. "Breakfast?"

Clark grinned, reaching for a plate as she had no doubt he would. "Where's Frank and Lex?"

"They're teleconferencing Bruce."

"Bruce?"

"Hmm, Bruce Wayne," she answered, sipping her coffee. "We all went to school together, you know."

Clark smiled, shaking his head. "No, I didn't. Is that where you guys met?"

Nancy nodded. "Poor Alexander, he was a tiny thing when he got to Marston. All lovely, pale skin," she glanced through her lashes, smiling at the dreamy look on Clark's face at the mention of Lex's skin, "and wide eyes."

"It's hard to imagine Lex like that."

"I have pictures," she offered mischievously.

"Really?" Clark grinned, eagerly leaning forward. "Mind sharing?"

She chuckled wickedly. "Oh, he'll most certainly kill me--"

"Don't worry, I'll protect you," he gallantly offered.

Nancy raked her eyes up his beautifully muscular form. "Hmm, I'm sure you will."

"So," Clark played with the bread, breaking the silence that had fallen, "how would I . . . ."

"Seduce Lex?"

Jerking nod and another adorable fidget.

"Clark, sweetheart, look at me."

Slowly, his eyes came up. Green eyes peaking out from under dark fringes. It took her breath away. A slow, devilish smile spread. "Oh, darling, we're going to have so much fun."

Clark grinned.

~*~*~*~*~

"How about Thursday?" Frank offered, tapping into his Palm Pilot.

"I have a stock holder's meeting," Bruce objected, his tinny voice echoing over the intercom.

"Next Tuesday?" Lex clicked on his laptop.

Pages could be heard shuffling over the intercom. "That I can do. Frank?"

Hardy nodded. "That works for me."

"Good." Bruce's voice was nothing but satisfaction. "We can sign the contracts then."

"Yes," Lex glanced up. "Enrique, where are you going with that?"

The manservant turned slowly, carefully balancing the food-laden tray. "To the gazebo, sir."

"Why?" Lex looked over the food.

"Mr. Kent is visiting, sir. He and Lady Hardy require lunch."

"Lunch?" Lex turned suspicious eyes to his guest, only to have Frank blinking at him innocently. "How long have they been out there?"

"Most of the morning, sir."

Lex waved the man on. "Frank, what is Nancy doing with Clark?"

"I would not know," Frank murmured, lifting one shoulder.

Lex shot him another suspicious look, crossing to the window.

"So, I will see the both of you at noon? Here at Wayne Towers?"

Frank nodded absently. "That's fine. Though it would be nice if we could meet for lunch instead. It has been a while since we've had a meal together."

"Yes, that would be nice. Lex?"

"Hmm? Yes, I agree."

"Then we can meet at the Pilaggio."

"Yes, that's fine."

Frank grinned, studying Lex. "Actually, I have a craving for McDonald's."

"What?"

"Yes, that's fine." Lex was still staring out the window.

"I thought it would be." Frank barely stifled a laugh. "So, the McDonald's at Hollywood and Vine? In Los Angeles?"

"Yes, that's fine too."

"What the hell?" Only Frank heard Bruce's muttered curse. "Lex?" Bruce's irritated voice rang out clearly.

"Hmm?"

"Your father's finally gone insane and gave Luthorcorp to the Hardwicks."

"That's fine."

Frank laughed as Bruce's irritated sigh echoed.

"Frank, what the hell is wrong with him?"

"Oh, he's just a tad bit distracted."

"Then get her out of there."

"Actually, it's a him." Frank grinned, even as Lex continued to ignore the conversation.

"Really? That's nice. Get rid of him. Business first."

"That would be easy, except Clark's not actually in the room."

"Clark?" Silence fell for a few moments. "Is this the rather *young* man that save Lex's life?"

"The one and the same."

"He's lusting after a sixteen year old? Have you lost your mind, Luthor?" Wayne demanded.

"Excuse me?" Lex finally turned at the near bellow from his usually calm friend.

"What are you doing with a sixteen year old child?"

"He's just a friend," Lex calmly stated, his eyes narrowing at Frank, who shrugged blithely.

"He's a very nice young man," Frank offered with a slight smile.

"Do not encourage him, Hardy. Lex, there are sodomy laws in that state, not to mention that the boy is a minor!"

Lex didn't answer, simply leaning against the window, staring out into the gardens.

"You've just started LexCorp, you can not afford this kind of publicity."

"Bruce. . ."

"And your father will never leave you in peace--"

"Bruce -" Frank tried again, louder.

"Luthor, stop thinking with your dick!"

"Don't you think I know this?" Lex hissed, eyes glinting with suppressed emotions.

"Then why the hell aren't you thinking?"

Frank leaned back, studying his younger friend, who was clearly not going to answer Bruce. "Because he's in love."

"What?"

"He's in love, Bruce." Frank smiled, clearly realizing what Nancy has seen. "The forever kind, if I'm not mistaken."

"Fuck."

"It doesn't matter." Lex pushed away from the window, crossing to the wet bar. "Clark doesn't want me and I want his friendship more than I want his body."

"Again, I say 'fuck.' You're right, Frank, he does have it bad."

"I told you so."

"Shut up."

Lex frowned. "You two can stop now."

Frank grinned. "Talk to you later, Bruce."

"Hmm. Lex, you be careful, understand?"

"Of course." Lex ended the call after their farewells. He turned to Frank. "I trust you won't relate this to your wife?"

Frank nodded, inwardly smiling. "Let's go visit them, shall we?"

Lex nodded, stopping dead when the phone rang. "Luthor. No, Dad. Yes. No. Dad. . ."

Frank slipped out at Lex's shooing motion.

~*~*~*~*~

Nancy and Clark smiled as Frank meandered into the gazebo.

"Meeting over?" Nancy held out her hand, pulling him to her side.

He shook his head. "Lionel called."

"Ouch," Clark muttered, then glanced back at Nancy.

She smiled, picking up the lesson. "Seduction is a dichotomy. You must analyze a situation for seduction potential but simultaneously you must be instinctual. Feel the moment, experience it."

Clark goggled. "Can't I just strip and throw myself at him?"

Nancy blinked, then laughed so hard she fell to the floor.

Frank ruthlessly stilled his twitching lips to get out, "You could do that," before joining his wife on the ground as she continued to laugh.

"Clark, dear. As delicious as you are, I think you’ll want to aim for a little bit more."

Clark fell to an enormous pillow next to them. "I thought you guys were supposed to help me?"

Nancy leaned against Frank, unable to resist a huge smile. "Darling, practice … makes perfect."

"Okaayy."

"Now," Nancy said, sitting so that Clark could see. "You want to tease him." She glanced over at him. "You do that already, fairly well, actually. But your technique is just a tad too innocent."

"Actually, I do believe that is what keeps Lex so enamored with Clark," Frank interjected. "The usual tricks won't work on Alexander, he's seen and experienced it all already."

"True," Nancy murmured. "Do you remember that one girl? Dyed blonde hair? She just stripped and climbed on top of Lex without even a hello!"

"Or that one boy, what was his name? Mark? Marcus?" Frank grinned ruefully, shaking his head. "He just dropped his pants."

Clark just stared at them, then made this strangled noise.

Nancy smirked. "Don't worry, love, that's not the worst of it."

"It's not?" Clark's face said he couldn't imagine anything worse.

"One time, Frank and I were at a nightclub in Rio when this pretty little girl kneels down by Frank's feet and asks if he wanted a pet." Nancy grinned evilly at her husband, her eyes twinkling. "She even had on a leash."

He groaned. "Good God! I couldn't get rid of her for hours!"

Clark laughed. "What did you do?"

"Sicced her on Bruce." Frank smiled smugly.

"The look he gave her! I do believe the poor girl had frostbite!" Nancy chuckled.

Frank leaned back on his hands, stretching his legs, making himself comfortable on a huge pile of pillows. "I think all Clark really needs is subtle touch. Notch up his teasing just a little." He grinned widely. "Just enough to let Alexander know what his intentions are."

His wife nodded. "That does sound best." She glanced at Clark. "How does that sound, love?"

Clark nodded with a wide smile. "Like something I can do."

"All right then." Nancy leaned forward. "Say you're going to hand Lex something." She picked a leaf off the ground. "Don't just drop it in his hand. Do this." She gently placed it in Clark's palm, her fingertips lingering, caressing. "Look into his eyes while you're doing it. Smile." Clark's breath hitched as he nodded.

"Other times, you can brush by him with your whole body." Nancy stood, pulling Clark with her.

He sucked in air as she grazed his chest with her breasts. He swore he could feel her lower body rubbing against his crotch. But it was so fleeting, he wasn't sure.

"Make it look like an accident," she instructed. "Glance up at him through your lashes. Yes, just like that. Then smile, something shy, but amused. Apologize . . ." she grinned. "But not too sincerely."

"God," Clark gasped, turning to look at Frank. "Is she always like this?"

Frank nodded, giving his wife a fond smile. "How do you think she landed me?"

Nancy laughed, kneeling back on the floor to brush a kiss across her husband's lips. She turned, beckoning Clark back down. "It's those little things that are going to tease Lex and let him know you're interested."

"Okay," Clark murmured, still staring at the two of them. "But what about after that?"

Nancy lifted a shoulder. "As I said before, analyze the situation and then go with the moment."

"That sounds great and everything, in theory," Clark countered, "but I just don't see . . . ."

"Here," Frank said, getting to his feet as Clark's voice trailed off. He lead his wife over to the table. Seating himself, he smiled up at her. "My dear."

Who grinned. "This is how I first got Frank to notice me."

Clark watched as Frank nonchalantly held up a paper, easily perusing it.

Nancy winked at him before sauntering over to the table. But she didn't say a word to her husband. Instead, she trailed a single finger up his arm, across his shoulders, and down the other arm. "Hello, I'm Nancy. May I have a seat?" Her voice was breathy, seductive.

Clark could see the shiver running through Frank's body, noticed that he had to forcefully drag his eyes from the sight of Nancy's fingertips tracing over her own skin. "Actually," he declared just a bit too loudly, folding the paper closed. "I was just leaving. It's all yours." Frank must have decided to change the game, because Clark could easily see the confusion on Nancy's face.

Frank stood, walking to the middle of the gazebo, arms folded across his chest. His stance of someone waiting for a cab. Nancy wasn't deterred in the least. She crossed to stand behind him, curving a hand over his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." She whispered the words into Frank's ear.

Clark grinned as once again Frank fought to resist his wife.

"Uh, no, you didn't offend me." Frank glanced at her. "I really was just leaving."

"Oh, too bad," Nancy murmured, doing that full body brush of hers again. "I think you're delicious."

Clark almost pinned the exact instant Frank decided to fight back.

The older man smiled condescendingly. "Now how would you how I taste, hmm?"

Nancy grinned up at him, clearly anticipating this new twist. "Oh, woman's intuition."

"Really?" He moved, arms swinging loosely at his sides as he paced towards her. "Well, I think that's a little unfair," he said, reaching out and running two fingers up her bare arm.

"Unfair? Really, how?" Nancy continued her retreat, her eyes wide.

Frank caught her, between the railing, his arms, and body. "I don't have any intuition and I'm dying to know if you're just as delicious."

Nancy stared up at him, before bursting into laughter. "Bloody hell, Frank, that's the corniest thing I've heard yet!"

Clark laughed as Frank ruefully shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but I'm rusty!"

She laughed, even as she kissed her husband. Then glanced over at Clark. "What do you think, love?"

Clark grinned, hope and happiness firmly lodged in his chest. "I think it's doable."

For the next hour, she sexually taunted her husband . . . all in the name of education.

~*~*~*~*~

"Lex?"

"Over here." Lex looked up from his vantage point on the gazebo's low bench.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Hiding out from the lovebirds." He closed the book he was reading and leaned back on his palms to study Clark. What a beautiful, beautiful boy.

Clark grinned, then plopped down next to him, very close. Close enough for Lex to smell the heady mixture of hay and soap and … muffins?

"What're you reading?" Clark nudged his shoulder in question.

"Um. Ovid’s Metamorphosis."

"Ah." Clark picked randomly at the leaves of the plant behind him. "So, light reading?"

Lex laughed softly, stretching out his legs from under him. Clark was smiling at him. Lex breath caught in his throat. So fucking perfect. "What brings you here?"

"You."

*Ahem.* "Me?"

Clark smiled at him for a full ten seconds before staring out at the blue sky. "Gorgeous day called for gorgeous company."

What the *fuck*? Lex frowned. "What?"

"Am I bothering you? I can always come back later."

Clark’s face was barely inches from his. When did he scoot that close? "No. Um." Lex shook himself mentally, trying to clear the confusion in his head. "Are you okay, Clark?"

"I’m great." Clark reached behind Lex, breath searing onto his neck.

Lex closed his eyes, haze clouded mind refusing to function. Clark was playing with a rose, satiny petals caressed between long, thick fingers. Lex swallowed hard, as he watched Clark trace the plucked petal over his own skin. Blue gray eyes followed as the petal caressed the tanned hollow of Clark's throat.

"I never knew that rose petals were so soft. Feel." Clark grabbed Lex’s wrist, tracing light circles with a rose petal on his palm.

Lex shuddered involuntarily. Quickly glanced up to see if Clark had noticed. Instead he found Clark smiling at him, a gleam in his eyes that Lex couldn’t quick put his finger on. He quickly tried to pull his hand back, met resistance for a second before Clark let go.

He tried to steady his voice. "I don’t think my gardener would appreciate you picking his roses."

"But do *you* appreciate it?" Clark had the most charming lopsided smile on his face.

"I… um." Since when did he become lost for words?! "It’s fine."

"Hey, Lex. I’ve always wondered. Where did this bump come from?" Clark was lightly rubbing the notch at the back of Lex’s head.

Lex jerked away. *Fuck*, his cock was hardening. "Don’t know. It’s always been there."

"What about this scar?" Clark reached out to finger Lex’s upper lip.

He couldn’t bring himself to move away. His cock was so hard that he fervently hoped Clark wouldn’t look down at his crotch. Fought the urge to close his eyes and suck that delectable teasing digit into his mouth. *Breathe, Lex.* "Fell down the stairs."

Then all of a sudden, Clark was a respectable distance away again. "It becomes you."

The fog was lifting in Lex’s brain. "Wha?"

Clark shrugged, a huge grin on his face. "I should go." He started to push himself off the bench.

Lex shot to his feet, wanting very badly to stop Clark from leaving, only to nearly swallow his tongue as Clark stretched. Not just any stretch. No. Clark slowly lifted his arms, face smiling beatifically up into the sun. The stretch pulled up his t-shirt, teasing Lex with a sexy strip of

bronzed skin and a trail that Lex's mouth was begging to trace. He was so confused. What the hell was going on? Clark was … he wasn’t sure what Clark had been doing.

"Don’t forget your book." Clark reached down to pick up Lex’s book from where it had fallen on the ground.

He pressed the book into Lex’s chest, fingers lingering just a tad too long against his shirt. Lex stood frozen as Clark brushed past him, hard body touching his so briefly, so lightly, that Lex had to think twice to be sure it happened. It happened, all right. His entire side was tingling. Lex licked his lips. His mouth was arid. He needed a drink. Now.

~*~*~*~*~

The library door flung open. Nancy looked up from the couch where she was lying on Frank’s chest. Both she and her husband watched as Lex burned a path to the bar.

Nancy turned to flash Frank a sly smile before straightening her face. "Something wrong, Lex?"

Lex was muttering to himself, quite clearly oblivious to his friends in the room. Suddenly, Lex whipped around to glare at them. *Oh Lord, he knows.*

"The world’s gone fucking insane!"

"Okay?" Nancy squirmed uncomfortably. *Look innocent, look innocent.* She almost giggled, giving the game away, at the near impossibility of the thought.

Lex sprawled back onto a chair, downing half his drink in one swift chug. "I’m losing my mind."

"So, you’re going insane, then?"

Nancy wanted to whap Frank over the head.

Lex quite nearly growled at Frank, his eyes narrowing. "I am not going insane." Stared down at his drink before finishing the last of it. "Crap. Maybe I am."

Nancy fought hard to resist a giggle. "Something happened?"

"Clark. Clark fucking Kent happened." Lex rubbed his forehead, as though in great pain. "I’m lusting after jailbait."

"Well, technically, Clark is above the legal age of consent." Frank sounded as though he was informing them of the rainfall amount in the Kansas plains.

Lex looked up at them. "I think sodomy is illegal in Kansas."

Nancy laughed out loud at that. "And since *when* have you ever bothered if something was legal or not!?" She could feel Frank trembling in silent laughter underneath her.

"I’m going straight to fucking hell."

Nancy was still giggling uncontrollably.

"And *you,* my lady …" Lex pointed at Nancy, "… are coming with me."

"Hey! This little bundle of mischief isn’t going anywhere without me." Frank’s arms were tightening around her.

"Semantics." Lex waved his hand in the air. "You’re coming too."

"Why thank you, Alexander."

"I need another drink." Lex scrambled towards his bar.

Frank whispered into Nancy’s ear. "Should we feel bad?"

Nancy turned back, trying to keep her voice low. "No. It’s too much fun."

"What are the two of you whispering about? Wait! I don’t want to know." Lex was sprawled again on the chair, staring off into the distance. "Fuck, you guys. You should have seen him. So fucking beautiful. He was touching me, and I could feel him…"

Nancy valiantly fought the urge to just shout out ‘Fuck him already!’ Somehow, she didn’t think that Frank would particularly appreciate the outburst. Instead she pushed herself off the couch, and swept over to Lex, leaning over him.

"You’re such a chicken."

Lex tilted her head at him, eyes narrowing. "Did you just call me a *chicken,* my lady?"

"Yes." Dared him to refute it.

"I am *not* a chicken," Lex protested hotly.

Nancy lifted one eyebrow, "How long have you known Clark?"

*Cough.* "One year, two months, thirteen days."

She leaned forward, lips at Lex’s ear. "And how long have you lusted after Clark?"

*Cough cough.* "One year, two months, thirteen days."

Nancy stepped back, balancing herself on the edge of the table, grinning happily at Frank. Lex was rubbing his forehead again, eyes squeezed shut.

The air hung in deadly silence until Lex opened his eyes wearily. "Straight to hell."

~*~*~*~*~

"Nancy, I don't think I can do this." Clark leaned back against the tree, gazing at the gazebo a few meters away, but not really seeing it.

"Darling, you've already teased him to hell and back. Lex is ready to explode." She couldn't help it. The blonde smiled so smugly even as Clark shook his head at her. Nancy had never had a pupil like Clark before. He was a complete and natural-born tease.

"And," Frank mused, "we know Lex is not going to make the first move."

Clark grumbled wordlessly.

Husband and wife laughed.

"It's going to have to be you, sweetheart." Nancy patted his hand. "You're going to have to attack him and make him respond."

"How?" Clark stared at her with wide eyes, trying not to squirm at the hotness of attacking Lex.

"All right. Well, first, you have to corner Lex. Mold your body hard against his. Make him feel like that there’s no other alternative to being sculpted to every ridge of your body. You have to get him admit that there’s nothing more that he could possibly want. I know Lex. If you don’t force his hand, he’ll never admit it. Don’t back down, Clark. If you want him, you’ll need to be assertive. Can you be assertive, Clark?"

Clark stared up wordlessly at Nancy, nodding his head furiously.

"So, what are you going to say to him when you have him cornered?"

Clark stopped to think. "I like you?"

Nancy giggled against Frank. "What else do you have?"

Clark paused again. "I *really* like you?"

Frank turned to his wife, sending her his ‘this is impossible’ look, meeting instead determined blue eyes.

"Clark, dear. Why don’t you try - ‘I know you want me. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Do you want to fuck me, Lex? Because if you ask nicely, I might let you.’?"

Frank almost burst out laughing when Clark’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. This *was* impossible. The boy was way too innocent and pure. Lex would probably see right through the ruse. Or then again, from the way that Lex looked at Clark, perhaps he would just be too willing to go *along* with the ruse.

"Try it, Clark." Nancy urged Clark on.

Clark cleared his throat, then took a huge gulp of air. "I know you want me. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Do you want to … I can’t."

Frank covered the smile on his face. Clark sounded as though he was reciting Newton’s Laws of Physics. "Nancy. Perhaps Clark would be more comfortable practicing that speech at home."

Clark nodded gratefully at Frank.

His wife sent him a withering glare, then turned to smile at Clark. "In front of the mirror, okay?"

"Okay."

Nancy turned to beam at Frank. "I think Clark needs a little Kissing 101."

Frank stood up. How the hell did he get roped into this? Turned to see his wife smiling up at him expectantly. Oh yes. That’s right - Nancy. "Well, Clark?"

Clark stood nervously before him. "Kay."

He reached out a hand to calm the trembling body before him. For fuck’s sake, the things that he did for his wife, for the happiness of a friend. Lex better fucking appreciate this. Clark was still shaking uncontrollably. Frank turned to his wife. "Love, maybe this would be easier if you weren’t sitting there."

Nancy smiled understandingly. "Yes, of course. I’ll get us a snack."

With that, Nancy was gone. Frank leaned back against a tree, pulling Clark to him. The pull off balanced the young man, forcing to grab Frank's upper arms. Frank's hands fell naturally to Clark's hips, where he could still feel the tension radiating from the novice. "Relax. It’s just a kiss."

Frank pressed his lips against Clark’s, soft. He slipped a tongue out to lick Clark’s lips. The lips opened willingly, so Frank plunged his tongue into Clark’s hot mouth. The boy was a fucking natural. Clark was sucking his tongue and Frank almost lost himself in the sensation. Then, jerked himself back.

Frank suavely cleared his throat. "I think you’ll do fine, Clark."

~*~*~*~*~

"Well?"

Frank glanced at his wife, shaking his head with bemusement. "The boy passed Kissing with an A+."

Nancy beamed, then frowned. "Where did he go?"

"Something about chores and homework." Frank gestured vaguely before latching onto her hand and tugged his wife towards him. "Now, about my reward."

Nancy laughed.

~*~*~*~*~

Glass shattered against the stone fireplace. It didn't make the thrower any happier.

Lex was furious.

Beyond angry and into the realm of homicidal.

That bastard Hardy -- he already had a beautiful, loving wife, what the fuck did he want with Clark?

Lex snorted. "Well, of course he wants Clark. Everyone wants Clark." He threw another crystal glass, watching with unseeing eyes as it shattered. Seeing instead the image of his beautiful, dark hair angel kissing another man. "Goddamnit!"

"Was the meeting with your father that bad?"

Lex whirled, glaring at Hardy's relaxed lean against the doorway of his study. "Stay the fuck away from him!"

"What?" Frank straightened, stalking into the room. "Alexander, what has your knickers in a knot?"

"You were kissing him." Lex mentally pulled himself together.

"Ah," Frank smiled, pouring a bit of cognac into a glass. "Clark." He glanced over his shoulder. "He is delicious."

Lex's eyes narrowed. The unasked question hovering in the air. Along with the almost crazed anger.

Frank shrugged one shoulder. "He wanted to know what it was like to kiss another man." He grinned wickedly. "I obliged."

"Why the fuck would Clark want to know how to kiss another man?" Lex was seething now. Already

making plans.

"I'm not sure," Frank whispered conspiratorially. "But I think he wants to kiss another man." He sauntered out, smirking at Lex's expression.

~*~*~*~*~

Lex was tired. He hadn’t slept well since… Since Frank and Nancy showed up at the mansion. Swirling the ice in his drink he walked over to the window, staring blindly out into the gardens. He stopped short when he caught sight of Frank, Nancy and Clark in the gazebo.

What the fuck were they talking about? . Nancy was straightening Clark’s shirt -- not flannel; evidently Clark had shirts that weren’t flannel -- while brushing stray locks of hair off his face. Her husband was leaning against a column, gesturing as though he was trying to get an important point across. Clark, on the other hand, was shaking his head furiously.

Jesus. Clark was beautiful. The sunlight filtering through, caressing his cheeks. Long hard body, teasing him mercilessly. Lex felt himself hardening at the memory of their last encounter in the garden. Fuck this. If he didn't have Clark soon, he was going to implode!

~*~*~*~*~

"Oh, here."

Clark reflexively caught the tube, then nearly dropped it when he realized what it was.

"Oh, too fucking adorable!" Nancy laughed as she traced the flabbergasted expression on his face with her eyes.

Frank hid his smile in her hair. "Good luck, kid."

Clark moaned, quickly hiding the lube in his pocket. "I can't do this."

"Yes, you can." Frank poked the younger man in the shoulder. "And if you don't, I'll tell him."

Nancy was absolutely horrified. "Clark, sweetheart, you have to tell Lex. You do *not* want Frank to tell him."

"Tell me what?" Lex almost laughed as all three of them jumped. A guilty flush stained Clark's cheeks. Frank and Nancy, on the other hand, just smiled smugly.

"Oh, we'll leave the two of you to sort this out." Frank nearly had to drag his wife away.

"But I want to watch the show!" She murmured a bit too loudly.

Clark flushed even brighter.

Lex's eyes narrowed even further. "Care to fill me in?"

"Not really."

"Sure about that?" Lex prowled forward, putting every bit of intensity into his gaze, his body.

Clark swallowed audibly, backing up.

"C'mon, Clark," he murmured, sliding even closer. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I, ah, uh, I . . ."

Lex felt himself hardened even further as Clark's pink tongue nervously traced over his lips. He stepped even closer, nearly pressed against the boy. "Tell me, Clark."

Clark moaned softly, closing that last inch between their bodies.

Lex froze. His eyes sliding closed at the feel of Clark's cheek caressing his. He almost pulled away from the tingles caused by silk-soft lips that nipped at his tender earlobe. The heavy-eyed, open face nuzzle seduced little breathless gasps from Lex's lips. "Clark. . . ."

"Feel so good." Clark breathed the words into Lex's skin.

"Oh, God." Couldn't do anything but moan when a warm, warm hand brushed under his sweater, then against the bare skin of his stomach. Clark's fingertips barely grazed his skin, tickling and torturing with every sweep.

"So soft."

Lex couldn't force himself to move, couldn't shake off the pleasured haze. Couldn't quite believe this was happening. Simply let himself slide into the bottomless ecstasy.

Clark lips were brushing lightly on his. Lex moaned into Clark. "God."

Forgot to breathe when Clark began licking paths along his lips, stopping to linger on the sensitized scar on his upper lip. Just lightly feathery licks, a promise of something more. Lex wanted to wrap his arms around Clark’s head and drag him down to meet his lips with more conviction but he couldn’t find the strength to move.

"So perfect." Clark was whispering the words into his mouth.

Lex would have replied, but Clark began sucking on his lower lip, tonguing it inside Clark’s endless warmth. Felt their bodies being pulled together, meeting in electrifying perfection. He could feel miles of hard muscle molded against his, hard cock pressed into his stomach, his own dick on a lean thigh, massaging in excruciating slowness.

"Touch me, Lex."

Lex felt a rush of adrenaline, lifted his arms to pull Clark hard against him, rubbing his cock down onto Clark’s thigh frantically. Plunging his tongue deeply into Clark’s teasing mouth, their teeth clashing as they tried to get closer. Lex slipped his hand under Clark’s shirt, relishing in the searing heat of Clark’s skin against his palm.

"Clothes. Off." Surprising himself that he could find words.

Clark pulled his T-shirt off, exposing miles of endless tanned perfection. Lex sucked in a deep breath before leaning forward to mouth the exposed shoulder. He was heady from the scent of Clark, the taste of Clark. Of Clark, period.

Needed to taste every inch of that tempting flesh. Lex licked a path down to a hardened nipple, flicking a stiffened tongue at it. Gratified to hear a strangled moan leaving Clark’s lips. Flicked his tongue at the nipple again before he sucked it into his mouth. Hands reached around to grab his head, pulling him closer.

"God. Lex … so good."

Lex fell to his knees, fumbling with the button and fly of Clark’s jeans. Finally, he yanked the jeans and Clark’s boxers down to his ankles. A long, thick, very hard cock lifted up to meet him. He licked his lips in anticipation. Leaned forward to blow lightly on the head, almost smiling when Clark jerked slightly. Licked at the pre-cum forming at the tip of the cock, teasing the foreskin with his tongue. Lex looked up to find Clark’s head tossed back, mouth opened, panting desperately for air.

"You’re perfect." Lex plunged Clark’s entire shaft in his mouth, relishing the punishing fullness. Wanting Clark as deep as he could. Groaning when the bulging head bumped against the back of his throat, forced himself to relax. Incredible. His hands couldn't stop moving as he stretched Clark's legs further apart, hands raising to knead the soft skin where thigh met groin.

"Lex … Oh God … Yes …" Random words littered from above him, driving him on. Lex’s hands grabbed Clark’s hips ruthlessly, trying to establish a rhythm. Clark was bucking against him, nails lightly scrapping his bare scalp, and it felt good. It felt better than anything Lex had ever experienced. The urgency, the desire, the innocent trust placed upon him.

He should have felt bad. He should have felt wrong for taking advantage of such an unwavering trust. Instead, all Lex felt was pure elation. Being there with Clark’s cock firmly in his mouth, thrusting in and out - it was the most perfect place Lex could imagine being. Being *anywhere* with Clark made him feel complete.

Lex sucked harder, tonguing where tip meet shaft, wanted Clark to let go and into him. Felt his own exquisite release as Clark came streaming down his throat, screaming his name. Clark fell on his knees, ending up eye to eye with Lex. He stared blankly at Clark. His own recent orgasm making it hard to focus on the transcendence before him.

Clark rested his forehead against Lex’s, panting. "It’s about time."

~*~*~*~*~

Clark collapsed against the pile of cushions, bringing Lex with him. He smiled down at his lover, teasingly pulled off Lex's clothes. Clark smiled as Lex straddled him.

"So pretty," Lex murmured, leaning down to kiss him again, one hand tangled in his hair, the other, cupping his face.

Clark didn't bother blushing, he was too busy exploring all that incredible skin, that incredible

body. "I'm in love with you, you know," Clark whispered into the shell of Lex's ear.

Lex blinked, then smiled. He pushed himself up, leaning closer. "Love you too."

Clark lit up, warming Lex's heart.

God, he was getting sappy. But he was happy and that's what counted.

~*~*~*~*~

"Now that," she declared, eyes twinkling, "was entertainment."

Frank laughed. "You are such a voyeur!" He ran, trying to keep up with his arm.

His wife tugged him into the other gazebo, catching his next laugh in a sultry kiss. "Yeah, but it's what gives me ideas."

Frank grinned maniacally. "You and your ideas."

"They’re usually pretty good. Come on." She shoved his shoulder. "Admit it! I did good."

Frank nuzzled into Nancy’s neck, refusing to let her see the approval in his eyes. "You could have done worse."

She jerked back. "Frank Hardy!"

He smiled at his wife, wondering at her amazing vitality, before planting a chaste kiss on her lips. "Yes, love. You did good … this time."

~*~*~*~*~

"They gone yet?"

Lex peeked over the couch to scan the gardens. "Yeah, I think so."

"Thank *God*!" Clark pushed Lex off, stretching his muscles.

Lex sat back on his heels, staring at Clark in utter shock. "How quickly the times change!"

"Ugh." Clark rolled his eyes. "Remind me why we did this again?"

"I really feel loved right now." Lex pretended to pout, he knew Clark couldn't resist. And he didn't.

"Hey, I love you." A slow lingering kiss was followed by a quick, playful nip. "I’m just never doing this again."

Lex slid his hand down Clark’s chest seductively. "Do I need to remind you why you agreed in the first place?"

"Actually, *yeah*. Remind me."

Grinning, Lex wrapped his fingers around Clark’s cock.

"Uh uh. That’s not going to work this time." He leaned back, faking a bored yawn.

"Come on, babe. It’s all in good fun." Lex leaned forward to kiss Clark, almost smiling at Clark’s attempt at tensing up. "And Nancy really likes matchmaking. *A lot*."

"And anything for your friends, right?" Clark growled before opening his lips to allow Lex’s tongue to slide in. Lex moaned into Clark’s mouth when Clark began to suck gently on his tongue, the way that he knew drove Lex absolutely insane.

When they broke the kiss, Clark rested his forehead on Lex’s. "Hmm. You’re just lucky that I love you so much. It's the only reason I put up with your crazy schemes."

"You didn’t think it was kind of exciting? Pretending it was the first time again?"

"I wasn’t allowed to touch you. That sucked." Clark’s strong fingers roamed down Lex’s back. "It's just a good thing I liked them."

"Liked them? A little too much, I think. I can’t believe you kissed Frank! I should punish you for that."

Clark grinned. "Hey, you’re the one who came up with this whole idea."

"Yes, but I didn’t ask you to make out with one of my best friends."

"No. That was Nancy’s idea." Clark laughed at Lex's not-so-pleased expression.

Lex gently traced random figures into Clark's skin. "So … how was he?"

"Not as good as you." A little kiss that turned into something more. "No more ruses, Lex."

"Hmm." A long kiss. "Actually … I think Bruce was planning to come for a vismmph …"

The End