"Clark, how did you pull us up?"

"I don't know. Adrenaline I guess."  

Lex had handled the clean up, made sure everyone was safe, allowed his father to lie and then he'd finally made it home. He sat by the fireplace, drinking and reliving the day. It was very late and he was very drunk.

His mind kept going back to what Clark had said. While it is true that adrenaline could give you extra strength, Clark was stronger all the time. Lex knew Clark lied. He was even relatively sure that he knew why. None of that changed how betrayed he felt every time Clark lied to him.

Lex wasn't sure why it was more important for Clark to be truthful with him than anyone else, it just was. He'd hoped this – friendship – possible future – would be different from any other relationship he'd had since his mother died.

"Fuck, Clark! I thought this would be different."

His glass made a loud sound followed by the tinkling of glass falling to the stones of the hearth. The sound of footsteps caused Lex to look toward the door.

"Clark, I wasn't expecting you. It's late."

"I wanted to talk to you."

"I was just going up to bed. Why don't I give you a call tomorrow?"

"You won't call me."

Lex closed his eyes and dropped his head forward. "I'm very tired, Clark, probably a backlash from the adrenaline. Would you please leave?"

Clark looked at Lex slumped on the sofa, he'd heard Lex's words just before he threw the glass across the room. Clark had been told for so very long that he had to be 'normal' and had to hide his abilities.

Now he was here with a man who was anything but normal. Was there anyone else who would accept him as readily? His father worried that Lex would exploit him. They'd argued about it when they got home that day.

"I'm so glad everyone is safe."

"Clark, it was very foolish of you to stay in the plant like you did."

"Dad, I couldn't leave Lex alone in there."

"Luthor is responsible for the whole thing."

"Lionel is responsible, not Lex."

"He's a Luthor. If he didn't know about this you can be sure he did know about something."

"You aren't being fair, Dad!"

"Fair would be if the Luthors get what they have coming."

"Jonathan, Lex did risk his life to get the kids out of there. I can't see Lionel doing that."

"There was something in it for him. A Luthor never does anything without a pay back."

Clark had been so upset he'd spent the next several hours in his fortress. Dinner had been a very silent affair as Clark refused to do more than answer yes or no to all his mother's attempts at conversation. After dinner he'd hidden out in his fortress once more.

Clark spent a long time thinking about everything that had happened between Lex and him in the time they'd known each other. He was clueless about a lot of things but even he was not so blind that he didn't see the raw need in Lex's eyes. He just wasn't sure if he was ready to trust that need would keep them together once the novelty wore off. 

It was midnight when Clark reached his decision. It only took a moment for him to reach the manor.

"Lex, I wanted to tell you how much I appreciated what you did today. You could have been killed. Thank you for coming for me."

"Clark, I was saving a class of local high school students."

"You were looking out for me. I know you came there to save me. Me, Lex, the others were just the icing on the cake."

"What do you want, Clark?"

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

There was a snort before Lex looked up at him. "I'm fairly sure you aren't saying what it sounds like you're saying."

Lex grinned as Clark turned bright red. "If this goes well, that might be part of what we share."

Lex's face grew serious. "Don't, just don't." Lex rose unsteadily and started across the room toward the door.

Clark followed him, ready to catch him if he began to fall. They reached Lex's bedroom with only a few wobbles. Lex began to strip off his clothes. Clark's blush reappeared, but he made no move to leave. Lex bent to pull back the duvet on the bed and lost his balance landing hard on the mattress.

Clark crossed the room quickly. He lifted Lex easily and pulled the covers down. He placed Lex on the bed.

"Clark?"

"No more hiding, Lex."

"I probably won't remember this in the morning."

"I'll remind you."

Lex watched as Clark began to strip. "You look human."

"How long have you known?"

"Clark, I have a high IQ. Did you really think I wouldn't put it all together?"

Clark lifted the blanket and crawled into the bed next to Lex. He pulled Lex into his arms and pressed a soft kiss to the bald head.

"Clark, I can't sleep with the lights on."

"Don't you have some James Bond gadget to turn them off with?"

"Just because I love toys doesn't mean I think I'm a swinging bachelor from a Rock Hudson movie."

Clark chuckled. He sped over to hit the light switch and was back before Lex's body had settled on the bed. He cuddled Lex even closer than before.

"Clark, I really hope this isn't a dream."

"Just go to sleep, Lex. We'll talk in the morning."

"I hope you're here in the morning."

"I will be."

Lex sighed softly and snuggled in even closer. Clark didn't sleep until he was sure that Lex was asleep. He'd made up his mind that he wasn't keeping secrets from Lex anymore. He was going to take a chance. He just hoped his instincts were right. Because no one, not even Lana had ever affected him the way that the man in his arms did.

Lex woke slowly. The sun coming in the window told him it was at least nine. His throbbing head told him that he'd drunk way too much the night before. And the body curled around him told him that the nice dream he'd been having wasn't completely off base.

He turned carefully, not wanting to wake whomever it actually was behind him, just in case the warm body belonged to someone other than Clark. The features that greeted him were indeed those of his best friend. He searched his memory, wondering if anything more than sleeping took place.

He could feel Clark's morning wood against him and figured if he'd bottomed to the boy he'd still feel it. Cautiously he slipped his fingers down along Clark's crack. No slickness, but that wasn't definitive, Clark might have cleaned up.

"Lex, what are you doing?"

Lex's head snapped back and he groaned as the movement sent a sharp pain shooting behind his eyes. Clark's big hand slipped up his arm and his head was cradled, gently.

"Jerking like that probably isn't a good idea."

"You think?"

"Sarcasm, that's my Lex."

"Get me some aspirin, coffee, and a dozen bottles of water."

Clark slid from the bed and pulled on his jeans. He started across the room when Lex called after him.

"And close the damn curtains."

Clark just smiled before moving quickly to do as asked. Lex moaned as the door closed softly behind Clark. He knew that his friend would return; he'd gone out in nothing but his jeans.

For a minute he wondered what the staff would think of a teenager wandering around the mansion in just jeans and nothing else. Well the lynching would stop his headache.

He was almost asleep again when the door opened. The smell of coffee revived him. Clark set the tray on the bedside table. He twisted the cap off a bottle of water and stuck a bendy straw in the top. Then he shook a couple of aspirins out on his hand and held them out to Lex.

Lex stuck out his tongue. Clark grinned and placed the tablets on the pink tongue. He held the bottle close and Lex drained a good portion of the water. He then took a deep breath.

"If you make any comments about how I should know better, I swear I'll neuter you."

"Now why would you want to do that? Didn't I do it right last night? I thought you'd want seconds."

Lex squinted up at him. "Tell me you're joking."

"How do you want your coffee?"

"Don't change the subject."

The house phone picked that moment to shrill. Lex slapped his hands over his ears as Clark dived for the phone.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Kent is calling for Mr. Luthor."

"My dad? Did you tell him that I was here?"

"He didn't ask, sir. Should I tell him?"

"I'll talk to him."

Lex looked at Clark, something like terror showing on his face.

"Hello, Dad. /// No, I stayed overnight. /// Lex and I needed to talk and we fell asleep by the fireplace. /// I'll be home soon and I'll do all my chores. ///  Yes, Dad. /// No, Dad. /// I'll see you soon."

Clark put down the phone. "Should I have security standing by?"

"He's not on his way over here. I'll probably be grounded until next Christmas but we'll work around that."

"What do you mean, Clark?"

"I mean we turned a corner yesterday. I'm fairly sure that this legend of ours just grew."

"Really? Where's my coffee?"

Clark smiled as he stirred sugar and cream into the cup. He waited until Lex sat up and then put the cup in Lex's hand. Lex sipped his coffee as he watched Clark dress. When the boy was once more clothed he stepped over to the bed.

"I'll call you later." He bent and placed a gentle kiss on Lex's lips. With his tongue he licked at the small scar before he straightened.

"Clark."

"Yes, Lex."

"We didn't do anything last night, did we?"

"No, but we will soon. When you're sober and you know the risks you're taking."

"I know the risks, Clark."

"Not all of them. But you will and then if you still want me…"

"I'll still want you, no matter what."

Clark gave him an uncertain smile. "I'll call."

Lex nodded, sipping at the coffee. Clark gave him a final smile and then slipped from the room. He stopped downstairs long enough to tell the staff that Lex was hung over. They smiled and changed the normal schedule for the day to give him peace until he felt better.

His smile couldn't be suppressed as he ran for home. He didn't even go into the house until after he'd completed his chores. As he expected he was grounded for a month. But he didn't mind that much.

Lex spent his day recovering. He often checked the phone to see if he'd missed a call. When Clark called him after dinnertime he refused to admit how relieved he was.

"How are you feeling, Lex?"

"Better. Thanks for telling the staff to give me solitude to recover."

"Least I could do."

"So how long are you grounded?"

"A month."

"Am I allowed to come by?"

"Bet you thought your days of asking permission were over."

"Not at all. Just limited. You didn't answer my question."

"I think it'd be better if you didn't come around for a while. We can still talk on the phone."

"I can wait, Clark. I have faith in us."

"So do I, Lex. Nothing can stop us."

Lex had decided to keep his contact with Clark to just phone conversations during the month of his punishment. He figured that would give Jonathan Kent time to cool off. On the first day of Clark's freedom, Lex roared up outside the school in his newest shiny toy.

Clark's grin put the sun to shame as he ran up to the car.

"Hey, Lex."

"Did they say okay or do I need to take you home?"

"I'm yours until lunch time tomorrow."

Lex suppressed a moan at the images that invoked. He realized that Clark's friends were watching them.

"I ordered pizza and several new movies came in today. I'll let you pick which ones we watch. Get in."

Clark waved to his classmates and ran around to fold his long legs up in the passenger seat of the sports car. Once they were off the school grounds Clark leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to Lex's cheek.

"We're really doing this, aren't we?"

"Doing what, Clark?"

"We're going to have sex, right?"

"Clark, do you take me for the kind of man who would seduce a teenage boy?"

"Fuck! I hope so. I'm so hard I could drill holes."

Lex snorted a laugh and stepped down harder on the gas.

Lex's hips snapped hard as he rammed into Clark. The boy was bent over a bale of hay. They hadn't undressed. Both had just pushed their pants down enough to get to the important bits.

The sound of a truck turning into the drive caused Clark to bear down on Lex's dick.

"Hurry, Lex! They're home."

Lex pumped violently, too close to stop and too nervous to come right away. The truck came to a stop and Jonathan bellowed out Clark's name.

"Coming, Dad."

Lex snorted and snapped his hips forward harder. Clark tightened as much as he could on Lex's dick and then sighed as his own gave up his seed to splash between his feet on the barn floor. Lex whimpered as he finally reached climax, his come filling Clark's tight ass.

A burst of wind ruffled his jacket as Clark carried them to the fortress as the barn door opened.

"Clark, we need your help down here. You mother said to invite Lex to lunch."

Clark had yanked up his jeans as soon as Lex pulled out so he moved over to the edge of the loft. He hoped the flush would be taken for embarrassment over being yelled at by his dad.

"I'll be down in just a minute."

"Hurry it up, Lex can get along without you for a few minutes."

Clark turned to see Lex tucking in his shirt. He grinned at the puzzled look on Lex's face. Taking a couple of steps toward him, Clark pulled Lex close and licked his scar.

"Mom's been working on him. I figure by the time I finish college he might be ready to hear the truth."

Lex slapped Clark's ass. "Get down there and help them, but don’t get too close."

"Why?"

"You smell like come."

"Leeeeex!"

Lex grinned as Clark turned red. He kissed him quickly and then nudged him toward the stairs. He watched as Clark bounced down the steps. He took time to make sure everything was neatly together and then followed his lover.

Clark was of legal age now and they'd been lovers for over two years and that just kept getting better. In the fall they'd both be living in Metropolis. He expected their sex life to get even better with the freedom they'd have there.

Life was about as close to perfect as it could get for a meteor mutant and an alien.  

The end