Author: MidKnight
Title: A Little Chat Durring Tv Day
Rating: R
Summary: Clark and Lex get a little foxed. They chat.
Challenge:
Disclaimer: Smallville does not belong to me. I am not making money off of this or my real job. i wish this were different because i am a college student and have monetary needs.
Feedback address: MidKnightslair@juno.com
NOTE Part of the Clex Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/Lexclusive/Clex-Fest/
BETA: Me. Watch me kick my own ass. ^_^

A LITTLE CHAT DURING TV DAY
by MidKnight

Clark wasn't entirely sure when Lex had invited him over to watch tv and movies, but regardless he remembered the invitation and finished his chores early. He knew Lex had disappeared earlier in the week, but was certain his friend would be home when he rang the doorbell. So he changed out of his farm-work clothes, and showered, making sure to get all the dirt and farm dust out, before pulling on a pair of blue jeans and a tee-shirt.

It took a few minuets for Lex to answer the doorbell, but Clark waited patiently, watching as his friend's skeleton approached. It was the only skeleton in the whole mansion, so Lex must have sent the servants away for the day.

"Hi, Clark." Lex said. Clark gawked.

Lex was wearing blue jeans. Actual jeans.

"Yes, Clark?" Lex asked, puzzled. The question made Clark look up and see the Princeton Fencing Team tee-shirt the billionaire was also wearing.

"Your- Clothes!" Clark choked out and blushed. Lex looked down at himself. "You have jeans."

Lex smirked. "Yes, I have jeans- If you think after two straight days of wearing suits that I'm going to wear anything else-"

"You had to visit your Dad?" Clark asked and stepped into the house at Lex gesture. The older man shut the door and locked it. Clark shuddered in sympathy for Lex.

"He called and told me to get to Metropolis." Lex shrugged and led Clark up a set of stairs to the second floor and down a hallway past Lex's bedroom- Clark recognized it because of the dark decor and the familiar laptop that lay on a table within- to a room Clark had never been in before. There was a flat screen TV attached to the wall at waist height, large speakers framing it, as well as a huge collection of DVDs. Clark was impressed. A very low sofa sat against the far wall, its cushions spread out across the floor making the thing look more like a mattress and a headboard sitting on the floor. It looked comfortable.

Lex sank down on it with a sigh and picked up a clear bottle from where it rested on the floor at his side. Clark recognized the lable as one of those Hard Lemonade drinks. The older man caught his confused look.

"I don't always drink scotch." Lex said and patted the sofa next to him, while tipping the drink back. Clark sat down and began rearranging the pillows to be comfortable. "Clark," Lex scolded him. "You can't have shoes on the sofa."

Belatedly Clark noticed Lex was barefoot; he shrugged and pulled his own shoes off, then balled the socks up and put them inside.

"So, what are we watching?" Clark asked, looking back to the screen in front of them. It was set at such a low height to match the low sofa and the picture was crystal clear.

"I've got nine hundred channels Clark, and almost as many DVDs. You pick." Lex handed over the remote and picked up his drink again. "You want one?" He asked, holding out the bottle.

"Uh, no, not really." Clark said, blushing. He looked back to the remote instead.

Lex didn't give up. "Come on. I spent the last two days being needled by my father. It's Saturday. I'm just going to sit here, on my ass, kick back, and drink. All day." He grinned. "I'm not answering my phone even if Armageddon comes." He pulled a medium sized cooler out from around the edge of the sofa. "Sure you don't want to have a few?"

"Well, when you put it that way..." Clark watched as Lex rooted around in the ice before handing over one of the lemonades. After accepting the ice cold drink Clark began to scan the channels.

An hour or two later the two boys were watching MTV, arguing over a Fiona Apple video.

"Clark, she looks like she's fifteen." Lex protested, eyes going back and forth between the screen and the teen next to him. "Theres no way anyone would have let her into an orgy."

"You can't even prove there was any sex going on!" The boy protested.

"What about the bathtub scene?" Lex waved a hand at the screen, which still showed the beautiful singer. "She's in the tub with a guy; what do you thing is going on?"

"Maybe the house ran out of water?" Clark floundered, trying to ignore Lex's smirk.

"From the look of that house and all the people in it, it's too high class to have the water just suddenly run out. She's in the tub with a guy for a reason, farm-boy." The billionaire dug around in the cooler and pulled out a fresh drink for himself and handed one to Clark. Using his thumb Clark pushed the bottle cap off and raised the bottle to his mouth. Lex hid a grin in his own bottle; once he'd gotten the teen drinking, Clark had loosened up a bit. The beautiful boy was now arguing loudly with him and laughing mirthfully at Lex's comments about what was on the TV. "Besides, that tub looks like it could hold at least a few more people." Clark sputtered, glancing back to the screen.

"How would you know?" The teen innocently asked. With a look from Lex he blushed. "Oh. Metropolis, huh?"

"Yeah, Metropolis." Lex sighed.

"So, she's at like, an orgy, right?" Clark asked, his ears burning. Lex raised a non-existant eyebrow and took another swallow from his drink. "You've been to one of those, haven't you?"

The question was timed perfectly and Lex ended up choking on his lemonade. Clark's laughter echoed around the room and one of his big warm hands landed on Lex's back, trying to help him stop choking.

"Jesus, Clark!" Lex hissed, glaring at his friend. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

The boy was laughing so hard that his answer could barely be heard. "The look on your face..." Lex lunged at him, grabbing the teen's head and ruffling his hair hard enough to make Clark howl. "Let me go!" He finally relented, leaving Clark laying on the sofa, breathless, before crawling back to his side and getting a new drink. They watched a few more minutes of the TV, while Clark tried to straighten his ruffled hair, in silence.

"Did you?"

Lex looked at him like he'd grown another head, then sighed. "You really want the truth?" Clark rolled onto his stomach, head rested on his hands, elbows digging into the sofa.

"Well, not if its going to make you upset. I was just curious."

"Oh." Understatement of the year. Thats right, he was talking to Clark, the farm-boy who'd saved his life and had absolutely nothing against the Luthor name. He shrugged. "I guess so." Lex's eyes went back to the screen, which no longer held the images of a young singer, but instead memories of a miss-spent Metropolis youth. "There were more than a few wild nights. I don't remember most of them."

Clark stared at Lex, his eyes wide, not with horror, but rather compassion.

"Do you miss all of that?"

"I used to," Lex said, trying to be honest and feeling desperately unsure of himself. He needed more liquor. "When I first got to Smallville and I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I don't miss it anymore. Really." He sighed. "Sometimes I still want it though."

"Thats ok." Clark smiled, eyes on his empty bottle which he slowly put down off to the side where it couldn't be broken or spilt. "I'm sure that everyone has their bad things that they want to do." A grin split the teen's handsome face. "Come on, Lex, who doesn't want to be there?" He gestured towards the TV, meaning to encompass the orgy that had been in the music video.

"Do you?" Lex slyly asked, before reaching into the cooler and getting two more lemonades and handing one to Clark.

"I'm sixteen, Lex." The teen grinned.

Three bottles of Lemonade each later the Clark was laying on the sofa, on his back, watching the TV from an upside-down perspective. Lex squinted at the screen and suddenly turned back to Clark.

"Did you know that there isn't any green cotton candy?" The billionaire asked.

Clark's eyebrows went up. "I thought- Huh. There isn't." His eyebrows went up again. "What brought that up?"

"I was just thinking about the chemical structure of sugar, and it just suddenly popped into my mind." He smiled. "Sorry for bringing it up." Lex shrugged and went back to watching the TV.

"Can I ask you a weird question?"

"Sure."

"You don't even know what kind of question it is."

Lex turned around. "Clark, I don't think you could really ask a question I wouldn't answer."

"Oh." Clark rolled onto his stomach. "Did you know Victoria was a bitch when you started dating her?"

Lex doubled over, laughing so hard he couldn't immediately breath. "Clark-" The teen turned red under Lex's look. "Yes. Yes, I knew she was."

"Then why-"

"Thats why I dated her." Lex was pleased with Clark's puzzled look. It was a good sign that Clark would never have to be as conniving as Lex was.

"I don't get it Lex."

"I fuck women for business. I fuck men for pleasure." Lex paused. "Victoria was a way to get to Sir Harry and through him to Hardwick Enterprises. I knew if I could destroy them, Dad would be happy and he'd get off my ass for a few months. It was worth putting up with her for that."

Clark blinked. "Lex?"

"Yes, Clark?"

"You slept with her and you didn't even like her?" If anything the boy looked like he was tearing up, just for Lex having to share his bed with Victoria.

"Well, yeah, but now I own Hardwick Industries." Lex tried to make it sound like it was a fair trade.

"Oh." Clark looked down at the sofa and drew his fingers across the surface aimlessly before rolling onto his back. Lex decided he'd probably let the teen have far too many alcoholic drinks. It seemed that the bomb he dropped had been lost somewhere between the realization that Lex knew that Victoria was a whore and the fact that Lex had slept with her just to bring down a company. Oh well. The blue eyes suddenly flicked open. "You like guys?"

Oh, well, maybe that hadn't gotten under the radar.

"Yes."

There was a long pause as Clark mulled that over. "Is that good?" The teen asked.

"Good?" Lex queried.

"Does it feel good, having sex with guys?"

Lex raised a non-exsistant eyebrow. He couldn't believe Clark was asking him this. "Sure." He shrugged, before moving to sit Indian style and resting his elbows on his knees. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know." Clark sat up and crawled across the sofa to reach into the cooler and fished out two more drinks. "I'm curious. You could have any girl you want, any model-"

"But I don't like girls." Lex said, smiling. "Models I can still have, like the Calvin Klein type."

Clark actually laughed, one hand coming up to cover his mouth like his mother had taught him. He handed one of the beers to Lex and kept chuckling even as he twisted the cap loose on his own.

"Whats it like?" Clark asked.

"Sometimes sex is nothing more than a business transaction, bland and fake, like with Victoria. You have to pretend that you care and that you're in the moment when you're actually a million miles away. But there have been times when I couldn't tell when my skin ended and their fingertips began, when I've blacked out or been so out of my mind with lust that I couldn't have told you my name." Lex leaned back against one of the arms of the sofa and took a deep sip from his lemonade, his eyes going distant.

Clark blinked and stared at his friend. Then he blushed and looked away.

Lex didn't miss the odd look. "What?" Clark shook his head, still blushing. "What? Come on, Clark, tell me."

"No."

"Clark?" Lex teased.

"Can I..." Clark turned away, eyes going to the floor, his skin turning bright red.

"Can you what, Clark?" Lex asked, putting his drink off to the side and leaning back into the couch. He was just buzzed enough to bonelessly sprawl and not care that he was doing it. The gray eyes fell shut.

"Can I kiss you?"

Lex's eyes barely slid open. "Why?"

"I've never-"

"Kissed a guy? In Metropolis that would have been taken care of years ago." Lex allowed himself to smirk. Just a little.

"You're from Metropolis," Clark said, gesturing with his lemonade. "Couldn't you help me out a little?"

"I'm fairly certain this is some type of prank or joke on your part, but considering the amount of alcohol we've both consumed I'm willing to see how far you're going to take this." Lex grinned again. "You want a kiss? Come get it." He leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes, looking almost asleep. He heard Clark shift and make general moving around noises but none of the sounds qualified as Clark getting close to him and so he waited.

Clark stared at Lex, before getting up and putting his drink off to the side. He slowly moved towards Lex, on his hands and knees. Eventually he was poised right over Lex, knees on either side of Lex's legs and his hands resting on the couch arm behind Lex's shoulders. Clark leaned in so that he could brush Lex's upturned chin with his nose and the skin he touched jumped, startled. The older man made a questioning noise and tilted his head up, finding Clark's lips and merely brushing his lips across them.

The teen let his eyes fall shut and one of Lex's hand meshed itself into Clark's raven locks, pinning the boy in place.

Lex's tongue traced the space where Clark's lips were sealed together and felt them part slightly. His hand tightened on the hair, pulling a whine from Clark and forcing the teen to open his mouth further and let Lex in. Their tongues met and caressed, finding the far corners and carefully mapping every inch of each other's mouths. Lex pulled back a little, teeth sinking into Clark's lower lip before letting go and opening his eyes to see the sated look on Clark's face. His hands fell from Clark's hair and the boy's blue eyes fluttered helplessly until they could stay open.

"Well?" Lex asked.

"Lex?" Clark said, voice muzzy.

"Was that what you wanted? Are you happy?" Lex was petulant and he knew it. He had every right to be, being that he was slightly inebriated, and that Clark was pulling some kind of stunt on him, that the kiss had been that good and he knew he wouldn't get a repeat performance.

"No." Clark leaned in again and Lex's hands rose to keep him back.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Lex asked.

"That wasn't what I wanted." When Lex's eyebrow rose Clark explained. "I didn't come over here wanting to kiss you." The teen turned red suddenly. "I've thought about it before, a few times. I didn't want to ruin our friendship; Chloe said that you couldn't take it back. This isn't a joke, Lex, and I'm not playing with you." Clark's hand rose up to cup the side of Lex's face and turned him to look Clark in the eyes. "All that was, was a kiss."

"Oh, Clark." Lex pulled his friend to him, pressing Clark's face into his chest. "Fuck." Clark slid his arms around Lex's chest and listened to the strumming of Lex's heart. "You know what I've done; it's hard for me to trust people's motives sometimes."

"You can trust me."

"I know, Clark." Lex sighed, resting his chin on Clark's head. He felt the younger boy yawn and smiled. "Just go to sleep. We'll worry about all of this tomorrow."

"When we're sober?" Clark tiredly asked.

"When we're sober." Lex agreed.