Author: Hergerbabe
Title: Slumber
Rating: NC17
Summary: Clark makes the most of an opportunity
Challenge: What if Clark makes an offhand comment and finds out that Lex has never had
a sleepover, due to boarding school or Lionel during his childhood, and invites him to sleep
in the barn one night? Sleeping bags, male bonding, truth or dare, sex, etc. (MidKnight)
Disclaimer: No, they don’t belong to me, and no, I’m not making any money from this
Feedback address: hergerbabe@yahoo.co.uk
NOTE Part of the Clex Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/Clex-Fest/
Beta: Ximeria was kind enough to check it over :)
“How on earth did you find something like that out?” Lex spluttered in surprise.
Clark smirked, “Don’t be dense, a sleepover of course. Pete got so drunk he’d have told us
anything we wanted to know.”
“Sleepover?” Lex asked. He was familiar with the concept… vaguely.
Gawping slightly, Clark nodded, “Yeah, you know, guys sleep over at one guy’s house, watch
movies, try and smuggle in alcohol, play truth or dare, that sort of thing?”
“Ah,” Lex said, “No.”
“No what?” Clark asked in confusion.
“No, I don’t know, never having been to one.” Lex wasn’t really that bothered about never
having been on a sleepover, but apparently, from Clark’s horrified expression, he should be.
“You’ve never…” Clark was astounded. Then he grinned. It was obvious what he had to do.
“Well, in that case…”
“No,” Lex interrupted quickly. A sleepover with Clark was not something he needed to go
through, and if alcohol was involved, it could lead to something stupid, something that could
lose him Clark’s friendship.
Clark blinked, hurt, and slightly annoyed. How was he supposed to seduce Lex… Clark paused
in thought, him, seduce Lex, that was pretty funny. Anyway, a sleepover was a perfect
opportunity to try and push things. “Aw c’mon, Lex, it’ll be fun. Just you and me, we can
sleep in the barn…”
“Oh yes, that does sound like fun, silly me,” Lex snorted.
Stiffening, Clark sat back, “Fine, never mind, what was I thinking? A chance for us to spend
some time together and just relax, stupid idea.” He crossed his arms over his chest and
glared at Lex.
Faced with both Clark’s hurt *and* ‘the pout’, Lex was beaten and he knew it. “Okay, I’m
sorry, you’re right.”
“Great,” Clark grinned, “All you need is a sleeping bag, pyjamas and alcohol.”
“Oh no, Clark, come on, no alcohol. Your parents hate me enough as it is without me
contributing to you breaking the law,” Lex said firmly.
“Lex, this is me remember? I’m a good boy,” Clark ignored Lex’s snort, “I won’t overdo
it. Besides, you can’t play truth or dare sober.”
Truth or dare? Definitely not a good idea. Lex sighed, how the hell was he going to get through
this? Too late, Clark looked far too enthusiastic for him to change his mind now. “When?”
Clark thought, then grinned again, “Saturday, my parents are away till Sunday night.”
Such a bad idea. “Saturday it is,” Lex agreed.
@>*~
Dressed as casually as his wardrobe would allow, Lex pulled up in the Kent’s driveway. He got '
out of the car as Clark jogged up to him.
“Hey Lex.” Clark grinned at his friend. He looked far too good; tight jeans hugging firm legs
and tight buttocks and a t-shirt that showed off his wiry muscles. Maybe Clark should get Lex
to come on a sleepover more often. “Want some help?”
“Hi Clark. Sure, you want to grab my sleeping bag?” Lex replied.
“Oooh, high tech,” Clark stared at the expensive looking sleeping bag in the trunk. “You bought
it specially, didn’t you?”
“Well, it’s not exactly something I’d have lying around is it?” Lex said with a laugh.
Clark shrugged, “I guess not.”
Lex picked up his bag and followed Clark to the barn.
“Did you bring booze?” Clark asked with a mischievous grin. He already knew from experience
that he couldn’t get drunk. The most he’d ever felt was a mild buzz. It would certainly make
the night interesting.
“Of course. After you impressed on me just *how* important drunken truth or dare was, how
could I forget?” Lex chuckled.
“Well, it is,” Clark said with a mild pout. It definitely was for what Clark had planned. Everything
was going to be out in the open after tonight, and hopefully, not only would he still have a friend,
but a boyfriend too.
“So, did you actually tell your parents I was coming over?” Lex asked dumping his bag on the
couch.
“Um, well,” Clark shuffled his feet a little guiltily, “I asked them if I could have a sleepover,
you know, because of last time.” Lex nodded. “But I didn’t actually tell them with who.”
“Ah.” Lex wasn’t sure whether or not to be hurt, but realistically, he couldn’t see Jonathan
Kent allowing Clark to have a sleepover with just him. “Well I’m sure the two of us won’t get
into any trouble.”
Clark grinned, “Yeah, well, we’ll see.”
“Oh?” Lex couldn’t help laughing at Clark’s cheeky expression. Nodding, Clark put the sleeping
bag down and flopped onto the couch. “So, what happens first?” Lex asked, sitting next to his
friend.
“Well, traditionally, food, drink and porn,” Clark replied with a grin.
“Porn?” Lex laughed again, “You should have told me, I have an extensive collection.”
“I’ll bet,” Clark nodded, “And probably better than mine.”
“I think I’m shocked,” Lex tried to look shocked. Even though Clark was a regular feature of his
fantasies, his friend always seemed too wholesome for things like that. But then again he *was*
a teenage boy…
Clark laughed, “Oh come on, I’m not that innocent,” he lowered his voice and winked
conspiratorially, “I even fantasize and jerk off you know.”
Lex barked out a startled laugh, crossing his legs quickly as the words sent a shiver down his spine
to his groin. “Is that so? Well my friend, looks like I’ll have to revise my image of you.” Clark
jerking off, *what* an image! This night certainly had potential… as long as he kept it light and
friendly.
Clark nodded and smiled. So far, so good and hopefully, Lex would be okay with his choice
of porn. Clark was pretty sure he would be. “Come and help me with the food then,” Clark
suggested, “Mom baked.”
“Excellent.” Lex accompanied Clark back to the house where huge amounts of food had
been piled up on the kitchen table. “Are we expected to eat *all* that?”
Clark nodded, “I eat a lot, Mom knows there can never be enough food.”
“I’m guessing with the amount of work you do, you need it,” Lex surmised.
“Uh, yeah, something like that,” Clark said hesitantly.
Lex raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. In a way, he was hoping that truth or dare would
be an opportunity to get Clark to open up more. While Lex hated the fact that Clark kept
secrets from him, he was actually certain that it wasn’t because Clark didn’t trust him. And that
was why he didn’t push… too much.
Between the two of them, they managed to carry all the food back to the barn. Clark had set up
the TV and video there and they collapsed onto the couch, with the food and the drink Lex had
brought spread out in front of them.
Clark poured then both a generous measure of vodka and topped his up with coke. “What do
you want in yours?” he asked Lex.
“Straight is fine,” Lex replied.
“Really?” Clark pulled a face and Lex laughed.
“Yes, really, it’s good vodka.”
“Okay.” Clark shrugged and handed Lex his drink. “So, what do you want to watch? I have
‘School of Hard Cocks’…”
Lex choked on the vodka he’d been swallowing ad Clark rubbed his back in concern. “Are you okay?”
“Clark, that’s gay porn,” Lex spluttered.
Clark nodded nervously, “Yeah, I know.”
Lex stared, “But you’re not…”
“Yeah, I am.” Clark smiled tightly, suddenly a little unsure, especially as Lex continued to stare
at him unblinkingly. “Lex?”
The uncertainty in Clark’s voice snapped Lex out of his shock. “Sorry, I’m just surprised…
really surprised.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind, I mean I’ve heard stuff… you know.” Clark stumbled over his words.
“About my wild days in Metropolis?” Lex asked quietly.
“Yeah.” Clark nodded.
“Clark, those stories are grossly exaggerated,” Lex said carefully. They were approaching
dangerous ground here. Knowing Clark was gay changed things. Lex was even more worried
about how the night was going to turn out.
“I know, Lex. I know you, why do you think I’m your friend? If I believed most of the stories,
I think I’d be a little scared of you.” Clark half smiled.
“I’d be a little scared of me,” Lex agreed, “But you were right, I don’t mind gay porn. In fact
I prefer it to regular porn,” he continued slowly.
Clark’s smile was wide and bright, but there was a hint of something darker in his eyes and
Lex found himself squeezing his legs closer together in an attempt to relieve the growing
pressure in his groin.
“Okay,” Lex took a large swig of vodka, “Let’s go, your choice.”
Clark nodded and popped a tape into the machine. The film he’d chosen was another hint
for Lex about where his interests lay.
Not too long into the movie, both men were squirming slightly and Lex was a little concerned
by how much Clark was drinking. “Are you enjoying this?” he asked quietly.
“Possibly a little too much,” Clark admitted with a flush.
Lex managed not to smirk and decided to take his first step onto dangerous ground, encouraged
by the theme of the film, which featured a rich man seducing his delivery boy. “So,
*traditionally*, what do you do about it?”
“Um, well,” Clark glanced at Lex from under his lashes, “Usually nothing, but once when it was
just me and Pete, we jerked off.”
“Mutually?” Lex blinked in shock again.
“With Pete?!” Clark almost squealed, slightly hysterical at the thought of him and *Pete*,
“God no, he’d die, he won’t talk about it as it is.”
Well that was something. Lex was relieved somehow that Clark hadn’t… with Pete or
anyone probably. “Well, if you want to, I don’t mind.”
Sucking in a breath, Clark sat up slightly, shifting to adjust his pants, which were suddenly
*even tighter. “What… mutually?” he whispered.
“I…” Lex swallowed hard, he hadn’t actually meant that, even though he’d wanted to.
“Truth or dare, Lex.”
“Huh?” Lex shook his head dragging his eyes and thoughts from Clark’s crotch. “Truth.”
“Do you want to?” Clark asked, managing not to stutter with nerves and a touch of embarrassment,
“For me to…”
“No,” Lex said completely truthfully, because he wanted so much more.
Clark’s face fell and he felt his chest tighten in humiliation and bitter disappointment.
“Clark, truth or dare?” Lex asked quickly.
Clark looked up again warily. “Truth.”
“What do you want?”
Clark licked his lips and took a deep breath. He had to close his eyes before he answered. “You.”
Oh God. Lex suppressed a gasp and forced himself to remain calm for a moment. “Your turn.”
“What?” Clark had been hoping for some sort of reaction, after all he’d just laid his heart bare.
“Truth or dare.”
“Oh.” Frowning, Clark wondered what Lex was up to. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Lex replied, starting to grin.
Oh. Clark blinked, then matched Lex’s grin. Oh wait though. Clark sighed, he’d wanted to get the
alien issue out of the way first. “I dare you to race me in your Ferrari.”
“What?” Lex exclaimed in surprise, but something in Clark’s eyes, a plea for understanding, made
him nod. “Okay, how?”
“Go get in the car and drive to your place, I’ll see you there,” Clark said quietly.
Lex raised an eyebrow but nodded again. “I guess I’ll see you there then.” He got up, feeling
Clark’s eyes heavy on his back as he walked out of the barn to the car. He was aware of a
gust of wind passing him as he got in the car.
Unsure, but hopeful that Clark was finally opening up, Lex drove home… where Clark was waiting
for him. “H-how did you..?” Lex stuttered as he got out of the car.
“I ran.”
Clark replied so quietly Lex wasn’t sure he’d really heard him. “You… ran?” Clark nodded.
“And if I’d actually hurried?”
“I’d have still beaten you.”
Clark disappeared and Lex blinked then started when a warm hand was laid on his
shoulder. “Clark?”
“Yeah,” Clark breathed into Lex’s ear softly, holding Lex still so he didn’t turn
round. He didn’t want to see Lex’s face, not yet. “That’s not all I can do either.”
“Why are you telling me this? And why now?” Lex asked, leaning into his friend.
“Because it’s important that you know before…” Clark trailed off uncertainly.
“Before?” Lex prompted, he needed to know.
“Before anything can change between us,” Clark whispered.
Lex pulled away from Clark and sat on the hood of the car. He was staggered; not only did
Clark want to reveal his secrets but that he *wanted* things to change between them.
It was more than he could have hoped or dreamed for.
“Lex?” Clark said worriedly, he’d never seen his friend lost for words before. “Are you okay?”
“Honestly, I don’t know,” Lex replied. He took a deep breath and tried to regain some
semblance of normality, “Okay, Clark, continuing the theme here, truth or dare?”
Clark blinked in surprise. “Truth.” He wanted to tell the truth.
Lex hesitated for a moment, wanting to know Clark’s secrets *and* wanting to confirm
Clark’s intentions for their relationship. Maybe if he worded it… “What do you want to tell me?”
Clark sighed, “Can we go back to the barn first? I need a drink.”
“*You* need a drink?” Lex exclaimed with a short laugh.
Smiling wryly, Clark nodded, “I guess we both do.”
“You going to race me back or come in the car?” Lex asked, getting up.
“I’ll come in the car,” Clark said quietly.
They drove back in silence. Lex could understand how Clark wanted to be on his own
territory before making himself vulnerable. For his part, the fact that he was finally going
to learn Clark’s secrets was vastly overshadowed by the stunning revelation that Clark wanted,
well, more.
Hands in his pockets, Clark walked into the barn, not looking back to see if Lex was following.
He switched off the TV, which was still playing and sat down on the couch. Lex sat next to him,
giving Clark the space to gather himself.
In an attempt to get at least a brief shot of Dutch courage, Clark picked up the vodka and
downed most of the bottle before a shocked Lex stopped him.
“What are you doing?” Lex asked, “Getting drunk isn’t going to help.”
Clark laughed, “I can’t get drunk, Lex, I can’t even feel the burn of the alcohol going down.”
“Clark,” Lex said quietly, “Why don’t you just tell me?”
“Okay, “Clark took a deep breath, “There are two things I want to tell you. One, I’m an alien,
and two, I’m in love with you.” He tensed apprehensively, staring at the floor while he waited
for Lex to react.
Lex wanted to react, he really did, but both statements were so unbelievably and completely
unexpected. What the hell did Clark mean by alien anyway? And love? Could Clark actually,
really love *him*?
“Okay,” he said finally, noticing that Clark was barely breathing, “Let’s start with the slightly
less astounding news. Alien?”
Clark looked up in surprise, his secret was second to his declaration of love? That made
him feel a little better. “Yeah, as in not of this world, as in came down in a spaceship with
the meteors.”
“Wow.” Lex sat back and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, I understand why you didn’t
tell me.”
Clark laughed bitterly, “Believe me, Lex, if we’d met before, I would have told you what
I can do, I thought I was just a freak.” He sighed, “It wasn’t till you hit me with your car
that my parents told me. You can’t imagine…” he broke off, trying to suppress the tears at
the memory, the feeling of betrayal that his parents had only told him because they’d had to.
“Oh Clark,” Lex whispered, “Come here.” He held his arms open and Clark leaned over, letting
his friend hold him tightly. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” Clark asked in confusion.
“Because I know I pushed and I know I made you feel bad for lying to me,” Lex said quietly,
stroking soft hair gently. “I should have trusted that you had a good reason.”
“You had no reason to,” Clark mumbled against Lex’s chest.
“Sure I did, Clark. You’ve been the best friend I’ve ever had. Do you think I fall in love with
just anyone?” It was Lex’s turn to hold his breath in anticipation.
Clark froze. Had he really just heard that? He lifted his head to stare up at his friend,
“Say that again.”
“That you’re my best friend?” Lex asked with a tiny, teasing smile.
“Lex, please.”
Unable to resist Clark’s pleading gaze and knowing how much his friend needed to hear it after
his revelations, Lex smiled gently, “I love you, Clark.”
“Even after…?”
“Yeah,” Lex nodded, “Even after.”
So happily relieved he thought he might cry, Clark buried his face in Lex’s chest again, holding
on tightly.
Lex cupped the back of Clark’s head, rubbing gently. He put a little bit of pressure behind his
grip to raise Clark’s head again. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Yeah, hey, Lex,” Clark whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Truth or dare?” Clark started to smile at the twinkle that appeared in Lex’s eyes.
“Dare,” Lex replied hopefully.
Clark leaned a little further up so that his eyes were level with Lex’s. “I dare you to do exactly
what you want.” He licked his lips, dropping his eyes to Lex’s mouth for a moment.
“Clark,” Lex breathed. He pulled Clark closer, brushing his lips over his friend’s mouth.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah,” Clark whispered, “Anything Lex.”
Oh God. Lex slipped his tongue out to moisten his lips and the tip touched Clark’s. The tiny
exhale of breath from the younger man made his groin ache and Lex closed the gap, pressing
his mouth against those soft, full lips.
He slid his tongue between them, encouraging Clark to open to him and dipped in to taste his
soon to be lover.
Clark sighed, moving his lips under Lex’s, stroking his tongue over his friend’s. He gripped
Lex’s t-shirt tighter, trying not to rub himself against the older man as his pants started to
tighten.
Sliding his hands down Clark’s back, Lex cupped the younger man’s ass and shifted them both
so that Clark was lying on top of him on the couch. Clark bucked helplessly against the hard
length he could feel digging into his thigh, moving his hips so that he could press his own erection
against Lex’s.
“God,” Lex groaned into Clark’s mouth. “I want you, Clark.” He rocked up to emphasise his
point, “I want you inside me.”
Clark almost didn’t register the words he was so lost in the feel of Lex’s body against his, but
the fact that Lex wanted him, wanted him to… that was enough to shock him into action. With
a burst of speed he ran to his room to grab condoms and the lubricant he’d ‘borrowed’ from
Chloe and was back before Lex had had a chance to sit up.
“Where, oh,” Lex grinned as Clark held up his mini haul. Standing up, he dropped a kiss on
Clark’s lips then stepped back, starting to pull off his t-shirt.
“Wait,” Clark whispered. Lex stopped and waited, grinning a little a Clark’s soft blush.
“Let me,” Clark managed to say shyly. Slowly he drew the shirt over Lex’s head, steadily
breathing less as he stared at the smooth creamy skin revealed from underneath.
“Oh,” he gasped.
He had to touch. Lex’s skin felt as smooth as it looked and the gasp his touch elicited
was even better. He slipped his hands down Lex’s chest to the waist of his jeans and
tugged open the button fly. Lex wasn’t wearing any underwear. Clark groaned quietly,
biting down on his lip, desperate for some control.
Gasping again, Lex bucked into the tentative touch as Clark slid his hand down the front of
his pants to free his straining erection, touching him delicately.
“Please, Clark,” Lex begged, he needed, God so much, to just be touched, taken. “Please,
I need you.”
Clark had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment and take a deep breath, then he quickly
removed the rest of his and Lex’s clothing. Lex was beautiful, Clark had never seen anyone
who looked so ethereal and yet substantial at the same time. “God, I love you.”
Lex smiled. “Lay down on the couch. This is your first time, right?” Clark nodded and did
as Lex asked, only a tiny bit nervous. “It’s okay, Clark, even though you’ll be taking me,
this way I’ll have more control.”
“Okay,” Clark whispered, “Please, Lex, come here.”
Lex nodded and picked up a condom and the lube. He straddled Clark’s body on the couch,
adjusting them so that he could keep both knees on the cushions. Slowly, Lex placed the
condom onto Clark’s erection, trying not to tease as Clark’s expression showed he was close.
Clark tensed, Lex’s touch felt too good, too hot, and now, God what was Lex doing. He’d
reached behind himself and, oh God, was he…? He was. Lex was preparing himself, slick
fingers already working in and out of his own body. “Fuck,” Clark hissed, gripping the base
of his cock tightly.
“Steady, Clark,” Lex said in a wobbly voice. He wanted so much, he wasn’t sure he was
going to last. Quickly, Lex shifted and positioned himself over Clark. “Try to just let me
move, okay?”
Nodding, Clark watched Lex slowly lower himself onto his cock and groaned loudly at the
amazing tightness and heat he just hadn’t been prepared for. “Please,” he gasped. Lex
nodded and sank all the way down.
So full, Clark filled him beautifully, the pressure against his prostate was amazing. He didn’t
even get a chance to move, Clark suddenly gripped his hips and used his phenomenal
strength to simply lift him and then lower him slowly again. Lex shuddered as Clark’s
length almost left his body and then restretched him blissfully. So much for him controlling
things.
Clark just couldn’t help it, he had to feel Lex moving, had to *do* rather than just feel.
He needed it. Clark lifted Lex again, pulling him down harder this time, almost forgetting
to watch Lex’s face for any sign of pain as the velvet heat encompassed him again.
“Oh God, Clark, faster,” Lex moaned helplessly. It was amazing, almost as if he was
floating on Clark’s cock, no pressure on his legs or arms, just the incredible feeling of being
pumped up and down on Clark’s cock, as if the other man were using his body to jerk off
with instead of his own hand.
His whole body was tense and heated pleasure coiled in his groin as Clark felt his climax
building painfully, Lex was moaning and the look on his lover’s face was just too much.
The unguarded happiness, lust and love that filled Lex’s eyes sent Clark over the edge and
he pulled Lex down hard as he came, shooting jerkily into his lover.
“Clark,” Lex gasped, gripping his cock tightly. Only a couple of strokes were needed to push
him after Clark and he collapsed onto his lover almost before he’d finished trembling with
the force of his orgasm.
Holding his lover, Clark started to grin. “Lex?”
“Yes Clark?” Lex managed to pant.
“Did I tell you that part of the tradition of sleepover when you have sex, is that you have
to have sex again in the morning?”
Lex laughed a little breathlessly, “No, you didn’t. But I’m sure we can work something out.”
“Oh good,” Clark mumbled sleepily, “Cos, you know I want to do this again.”
“Sex?” Lex asked with a grin.
“Well yeah, but I meant sleepover.”
Lex laughed, “I love you, Clark.”
“Love y’to.”
Lex pulled the throw from the back of the couch and settled himself comfortably on
Clark’s body, smiling happily to himself. The night had definitely worked out after all.
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