Title: The Kira Challenge / Just a Kiss
Author: philtre
Disclaimer: No claim of ownership. No profit.
Category: Romance, First Time, Humour (?), Essentially a very long PWP
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: I refer you to the part where I said PWP.
Players: Clark, Lex, Chloe (briefly).
Summary: A convoluted 'how they got together story'. More on why the story turned out the way it did at the end of the fic. *g*
Author's note: In response to the CLFF third wave challenge no. 1.
Feedback: Warm, fuzzy sentiments make write more. So send mushy emails to twopphiltre@yahoo.ca
Thank you: My lovely partner in crime, Lady Angel. Thanks for the superquick beta. Any lingering mistakes are my fault.

THE KIRA CHALLENGE / JUST A KISS

"God. I can't believe this rain." Clark ran his hand through his soaking wet hair.

Lex couldn't help swallowing hard as he took in the way Clark's wet T-shirt clung indecently to every sculpted inch of Clark's body. Fuck. He was getting hard just from... Lex quickly turned on his heels.

"Uh. Maybe we should get out these clothes." And stay that way so that I lick you from head to toe.

"Yeah."

Lex made his way up the stairs, gesturing for Clark to follow him. This sure as hell wasn't how he had imagined getting Clark up to his room. Fuck. Clark in his room. Lex shook the image out of his head.

He walked into his dressing room, pulling out an old pair of sweats and a T-shirt for Clark. "The sweats might be a little small, but at least it's dry."

"No kidding." Clark took the clothes with a huge grin.

Lex sneaked another peek at Clark's body then pointed at the washroom. "You can change in there. And the towel on the rack should be clean."

As soon as Clark closed the door, Lex slumped against the wall. He was so tempted to just reach down and jerk off. It wouldn't take long for him to come anyway, hard as he was. Clark, stripping, naked in his bathroom -- no. Dammit, Lex Luthor. Stop acting like you're a horny teenager.

Fuck. He was horny as hell. This was so fucking unhealthy. He grabbed a pair of slacks and a T-shirt before heading over to his bedroom. Shrugged out his wet clothes and left them in a pile on the table.

He was pulling on the T-shirt when he heard Clark hollering for him. "In here."

Lex laughed when he saw Clark, T-shirt too tight against his chest, sweats at least three or four inches too short.

Clark followed his eyes down to the hem of the sweats and chuckled too. "Yeah. They're a little short."

*ahem* "Sorry."

"It's okay." Clark looked around the room. "Wow. So this is your bedroom, huh? It's not what I expec--"

Clark stopped short, staring at something intently. Lex followed his gaze to his nightsta-- FUCK!

"Lex? Why is there a picture of me on your nightstand?"

Lex gulped. Fuck. Clark was walking towards the picture, picking it up. Studying it, then studying Lex. He really needed some damage control. Quick.

"I, uh...."

Clark settled the picture frame down, next to the picture of Lex's mother, then crossed his arms, waiting expectantly for Lex's explanation. Lex sat down on the bed, running a hand across his scalp. This was very bad. Was there even a point to denying it?

Lex took a deep breath, then jumped in. "I find it comforting."

The air stilled. Lex was torn between the desire to turn around to see the reaction on Clark's face and the desire to just sink into a hole somewhere. Far, far away from Clark.

"Okaaay."

That's it? Okay? Lex whipped his head around to look at Clark. Oh no. That's wasn't it.

"Why?"

Lex took another steadying breath. "Sometimes, I can't sleep." Looked back down at the carpet. "And the thought of you watching over me helps me sleep." Which might have sounded entirely innocuous if it weren't for the fact that Clark was shirtless in the picture.

"Where did the photo come from?"

"Uh. Nixon." Lex winced at the memory of Nixon.

"Why am I not wearing a shirt?"

"It was hot and you were working on the farm."

Lex stood up, resolving to come right out and say exactly what needed to be said. Except that when he looked into Clark's eyes, he simply couldn't find the words. So he strode up to Clark, sucking in one last breath of air, shoved a hand into Clark's hair and dragged his head down.

God. Clark's lips were soft and full and just -- perfect. He could feel Clark reacting on his lips - shock, pleasure... fear. Clark pushed off him, panting desperately. They stood there, staring at each other for several long moments. Then Clark pushed past him frantically.

Fuck.

"Clark..."

But he was already gone. Fuck. That did not go how imagined it would. What were you thinking, Lex?! He's a kid. He's in love with the town's fairy princess, for fuck's sake! Just because your cock straightens faster than an army cadet every time the boy walks into the room, doesn't mean that he feels the same-- fuck!

He sat back down on the bed. This was -- fuck. He needed an Aspirin then a drink, a stiff one.

***

Clark flopped down on the floor of his loft. He could still feel Lex's lips on his. They'd felt -- so good. Oh God. He never thought Lex would -- all this time Lex never -- Oh God. Clark was reeling. He couldn't hold on to a thought long enough to process it.

Except. Lex, lips... Lex!

Shit. Clark took a deep breath. Lex kissed him. And he ran out of the mansion like a little kid. Oh God. Lex was going to think -- Shit! Clark had wanted to kiss Lex back, but -- Dammit. How would he explain his... his cock?

With a heavy sigh, he looked down at his crotch, x-raying through the layers of clothes. They were not very obvious when he wasn't aroused and if the other person wasn't paying close attention to it, but when he was completely hard, the circles of ridges were painfully obvious. And definitely not something one could hide from the person one was trying to have sex with. Dammit.

He had to talk to Lex. But what would he say?? 'Um, Lex. It's not that I don't want to have sex with you, but I'm a freaky alien with strange... equipment.' Or better yet - 'Heyyy. You like kinky, right?'

"Argggghh!!!"

***

"Clark? Clark!!"

Clark shook out of his daydream to find a perturbed Chloe glaring at him.

"Geez. Am I that boring?"

"No. I'm sorry. I didn't get much sleep last night." I was having wet dreams of Lex on his knees, sucking my dick like he couldn't get enough of it. Moaning around my cock when I rolled my hips ever so slightly deeper in that tight, hot throat. And *God*. Lex reaching down to jerk his own dick hard because, *fuck*, he's so horny too. Just one more thrus--

"Clark!!" Chloe scoffed in disgust.

"Sorry, Chloe." Clark tried hard to focus as Chloe started talking about the layout for the paper. It's not my fault that all I can think about is Lex on his bed, legs spread wide open. Whispering dirty little things that are making me harder than I've ever been. And kneeling between those legs, spreading viscous liquid over my cock, stroking it slowly, watching Lex follow each down stroke with heated eyes. Pushing the head of my cock against Lex's ass, groaning at the sensati--

Clark jerked out of his reverie as a book slammed against his head.

"God, Clark!"

"I'm so sorry, Chloe." Clark stared hard at Chloe's mouth, watching her form words, but nothing was registering. The only thing he could think of -- the incredulously real feeling of my dick sliding into Lex, warm and so fucking tight around me. Lex beneath me, groaning, digging his heels into my back to drag me in deeper. I can feel Lex's dick, hard against my stomach. He's so close, so -- God. So I thrust again, deeper, harder. Shuddering as he clenches around my dic--

"Clark Kent!" Chloe slammed her laptop shut. "God! You don't have to be here if you don't want to be!!"

"I'm -- uh, Chloe. Do you mind if we do this some other time? I'm having the hardest..." God. Chloe couldn't begin to understand. "... time focusing today."

"Ugh. Get out of here, Kent."

"I'm so sorry, Chloe."

"Just get out before I throw something at you."

Clark staggered to his feet, trying to cover his raging hard on. "I'll make it up to you."

"OUT!"

He got the hell out of the room. Stumbled his way to the nearest washroom and stuffed himself into a stall. God. He needed to --

Two strokes and he came hard, trembling against the bathroom door. Flashes of Lex -- on his knees, on his back, on him. In him.

***

Clark rubbed his temples. He had been getting no sleep, whatsoever. It was getting worse with each night. The images so vivid that he could almost feel Lex on his skin. He was having trouble doing -- hell, anything. Chloe was mad at him, his parents were mad at him, Pete was -- was there anyone who wasn't mad at him?!

Shit. He needed coffee. Clark staggered into the Talon, grimacing at the pounding in his head. Barely noticing when he bumped into someone. "Sorry."

He opened his eyes and stopped short. Lex. Lex, who he hadn't seen since the -- incident. Clark could feel the blush creeping up his neck. Oh God. If Lex even guessed what he'd been dreaming about. Oh God. Clark swallowed hard, ducking his head to recollect.

Glancing back up at Lex, Clark frowned. Lex looked like shit. His eyes were bloodshot and there were dark bags underneath his eyes. Usually pale skin, even more sallow than usual.

"Are you... Are you okay, Lex?"

Lex stared at him for a long moment. "Yeah."

They stood there, staring awkwardly at each other.

"I'll see you around." Lex brushed past him, making a beeline for the exit.

Clark turned quickly, wanting to stop Lex. But what would he say anyway? Shit. He was so tired, he could barely form a complete thought. Coffee.

***

Lex slumped onto the couch, rubbing his forehead. Fuck. He was so exhausted. For the last four nights, he had gotten next to no sleep. He thought he'd been obsessed with Clark before, but now it had reached the point where he thought about Clark all the time. Even when he should have been sleeping.

And he was hard all the time too. So fucking hard that it was frankly a surprise that he hadn't exploded. Lex groaned. Running into Clark did not help. He took a huge gulp of his coffee. Not surprisingly, it did nothing to help the pounding in his head or the fact that he couldn't even focus on the cup right before him. He needed some fucking sleep.

But first -- Lex set the cup on the nightstand next to him -- he needed some release because he was almost in pain. He really didn't give a flying fuck that he was sitting in his library and that anyone could walk in at any given moment, he just needed to --

Lex jerked his cock mercilessly. No difficulty in imagining that it was Clark's fingers wrapped around his dick, twisting hard. Clark's breath hot against his ear. 'God, Lex. You're so sexy like this.' He rolled his head back, felt so good.

"Clark..." He loved the way Clark's name rolled off his tongue.

"Oh God."

Wait a second. He didn't say that. Lex's eyes shot open to find Clark at the doorway, shock painted all over his face. Fuck! They both froze for several moments. Then Clark mumbled an awkward 'sorry' before backing out quickly.

Fuck!

This was just getting worse. Lex let go of his now flaccid penis. Fuck!

***

Oh God. Lex. Oh God.

Clark tried desperately to breathe, the thick, musky barn air not helping in the least. Lex, on the couch, stroking his dick, moaning his name. Oh God. He grabbed a pillar to steady himself. Lex was so -- hot.

He flopped down on the couch, needing the support. Lex jerking off while thinking about him. Oh God. Clark fumbled to take out his extremely hard cock, wrapping his fist around it. A few strokes and he was coming all over himself.

Clark groaned against the throbbing in his head. He had to tell Lex. Had to do something about this before he went absolutely insane. Dammit. After dinner. After dinner, he was going over to Lex's and telling Lex everything because it was getting to the point where he couldn't function but mostly because he needed some sleep!

He sat through dinner - barely. His mother kept sending him worried glances. No, mom. I'm not going to tell you about the kinky wet dreams I've been having about my best friend. He shifted uncomfortably because of the hard on that he had been sporting permanently the last few days. Couldn't wait to leave as soon as dinner was done.

Clark gave his parents some cryptic excuse about needing some air then sped over to Lex's. He made his way to the study, hoping to find Lex there, but was extremely disappointed that he wasn't. With a quick x-ray of the house, he found Lex in his bedroom, sprawled on the bed, a nearly empty bottle of scotch on his nightstand.

He made his way up the stairs, the urge to turn around weighing heavier with each step. Finally, he stood outside Lex's door, a fist stilled in mid-air. Suck it up, Clark. He knocked, softly. Once. Twice.

"I said I didn't want to be disturbed!!"

"It's me. Clark."

A slight pause before the door flung open. Clark found himself staring at what was an obviously very drunk Lex. Perhaps that was for the best, considering what Clark was about to tell him. Maybe he could tell Lex, have some amazing sex and Lex would be drunk enough to forget the entire incident the next day. One could always hope.

"Clark..."

A shaky hand lifted, gently caressing his cheek and Clark almost forgot what he wanted to say.

"Please tell me I'm not imagining you."

"You're not imagining me, Lex."

They stood there for a long moment. Slow, heavy breaths between them. Light, fluttering caresses on his cheek.

"Kiss me, Clark."

The words sounded so desperate and needy that Clark couldn't help himself. Just bent down to press his lips against Lex. God. It felt so right. Like it was meant to be. Their bodies met urgently, rubbing hard. Clark moaned into Lex's mouth, drowning at the pleasure of Lex's tongue pushing against his.

Wait. Clark pushed off Lex. He had to tell Lex first.

"No..." Lex reached for him.

Clark grabbed Lex by the wrists. "I need to tell you something."

"After." Lex tried to free his hands.

"No." Resolutely. "Now."

"Clark, my dick is so hard that it could cut through diamond right now."

"I'm an alien."

Lex paused for a moment, tilting his head at Clark as if the change in angle would reveal some hidden secret. Then he shrugged. "I've always known you were different. I don't care."

What? Didn't Lex want to ask him questions? Didn't Lex... Why wasn't Lex curious? Angry? Shocked?!

"I have --" God. Why was this so difficult? "I have ridges on my dick."

"What?"

"Ridges."

"Show me."

"I'm serious, Lex." He took a deep breath. "I'm a freak."

"I'm a freak. Do you still want me to fuck you?"

"You're not a freak." Lex wasn't.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Clark?"

"I... Yeah."

"Let go of my wrists, Clark."

The moment his hands were free, Lex grabbed the hem of Clark's T-shirt and pulled it off him. Hands against his chest, pinching his nipples hard. So -- fuck -- good. They stumbled back, falling onto the bed. A blur of hands, bodies bumping against each other. Frantically trying to wriggle out of their clothes.

Clark braced himself as Lex's eyes drifted down to stare at his cock. Breathing a sigh of relief when Lex simply licked his lips and reached out to grab Clark's dick. Stroking it ever so slowly. Long fingers caressing each ridge carefully, as if Lex was trying to remember each one intimately.

Then Lex shoved him hard. With a moan, he allowed himself to be pinned to the bed as Lex thrust his tongue deep into Clark's mouth, promises of what he was going to do to Clark. Their hard cocks brushing against each other every time Clark arched up into Lex.

"Oh God. Fuck me, Lex. I need you so badly."

Lex groaned, reaching over to grab something out of the nightstand. It was all too hazy. Clark felt so heavy with lust that he could barely focus on Lex sliding fingers into him, stretching him, pressing hard against --

"Fuck!!"

Clark lifted his hips off the bed, needed to feel Lex. His eyes shot open as Lex crooked his finger again. What the hell?! He shuddered with the intense pleasure.

"Lex... Please..."

He rocked his hips up, letting out a desperate groan when he felt the head of Lex's dick bump against him. Then Lex was inside him, stretching him more than he imagined possible. He just laid there, writhing in pleasure as Lex pumped into him, again and again. Hard, fast, angled. Pleasure so intense that he couldn't help sobbing. So perfect. Felt the tears streaming down the side of his face and he couldn't care less.

Lex buried deep in him. He didn't want to be anywhere else. Never wanted to be. And Lex was pounding harder into him. Faced contorted, teeth gritted together. Clark came hard, spluttering all over himself and Lex. Shock waves riding through his body. Clenching his ass over Lex. He could hear Lex moaning his name above him in a desperate voice.

Then Lex collapsed onto him, relaxing bonelessly on him. He let Lex lay wordlessly for several minutes, then slowly extricated Lex, lying him carefully on his back. Lex was fast asleep already. So, Clark gently removed slid the condom off Lex's softened dick, carefully tying it and dumping it in the trashcan. Then he grabbed Lex's T-shirt, carefully cleaning Lex off. God. Lex was beautiful. He glanced up at the clock on the nightstand. Shit. He really needed to get home.

Clark placed one final kiss on Lex's forehead, pulling the sheets up over him. Then he quickly dressed and sped home. Eternally grateful that his parents were asleep, he stripped down to his boxers and fell back onto his bed.

It was the first time in days that he actually got a peaceful night of sleep.

***

Lex woke up groggily, scrubbing his knuckles over his eyes. Fuck. He should really stop drinking that much. Grimaced at the sickening taste in his mouth, he opened his eyes. Why was he naked? He was pretty sure that he had changed into his pjs before crawling into bed. Lex turned dazedly to find his T-shirt on the floor, stained with --

Lex's eyes shot open. He was definitely awake now. Oh God. Clark. Flashes of Clark ran through his mind. Clark on his back. Clark groaning. Clark crying. Oh fuck. Lex sat up on his bed. Couldn't remember for the life of him how he got Clark in his bed. All he could remember was pounding into Clark's tight, warm -- Oh fuck.

He'd thought it was just another dream. Oh God. Lex tried desperately to remember to breathe. Fuck. He ran his palm down his scalp. What did he fucking do?! He couldn't remember any of it. Swallowed hard. Clark...

Lex struggled out of his bed, walking unsteadily to the bathroom. Stared at his reflection in the mirror. Oh God.

"I raped Clark."

***

Clark grinned happily to himself. He was in such a good mood that even Lana going on about her parents (all three of them) couldn't bring him down. Couldn't wait for the day to end so that he could go over to Lex's. He sighed. It was dizzying to be that happy.

Even Chloe had commented on the permanent grin on his face. He couldn't help himself. Just the memory of Lex kissing him was enough to make him want to jump for joy. He tried desperately to wipe the smile off his face. Probably looked like a complete idiot. But he really didn't know if he cared.

The only time he paused was when Pete made a jibe about him looking like he got laid. He had sent Pete a worried look, but quickly covered it up with his usual 'Riiiight. And the last time I was on a date was when exactly??'. Which, of course, prompted Pete to give him a tight smile and punch on the shoulder, 'You stay strong, buddy'. Little did Pete know --

As soon as the bell rang, Clark sped over to Lex's. Couldn't wait to have Lex in his arms again. His grin widened when he found Lex in his study.

"Hey."

Lex looked up at him, weary eyes frowning at him. Clark frowned back. Oh God. Lex wasn't regretting the night before, was he? Clark's breath caught in his throat. He really didn't think he could handle that.

"Lex?"

Almost buckled at the tortured look on Lex's face. "Clark... did I..."

Clark shrugged. What?

"God. I'm so sorry Clark. I --"

What was Lex talking about? Was he sorry about what happened? His insides tightened impossibly. He didn't want Lex to regret what happened. Couldn't --

"Are you --"

"You must hate me --"

"I don't hate yo --"

"But I --"

"Why would you think I'd hate you?"

Lex crumbled onto the couch. "What I -- What I did --"

Clark was officially confused. What the hell was Lex talking about? Wait. "Lex --"

With a broken, low voice, Lex whispered, "I'm so sorry, Clark."

"What do you think happened last night?"

"I -- I -- Jesus, I can't even say it." Lex buried his face in his hands.

God. Was the sex that bad?! "Lex?"

"I'm so sorry for taking advantage of you," Lex mumbled in a broken voice.

Whoa. What? Take advantage? "You didn't take advantage of me."

"I forced you to-- Oh God, Clark. I'm so sorry. I'll understand if you don't want to forgive me."

"Lex, if I was angry at you, why would I be here?"

"I don't... I don't know."

Clark moved cautiously until he was sitting on the couch next to Lex. "Uh. Lex? Do you remember what I said to you last night?"

"What you said --"

"About being... different?"

"No..." Then a wave of epiphany washed over Lex's face. "You're --"

Clark exhaled lightly. "An alien."

"I -- uh." Lex simply stared at him, mouth agape. "I remember that now --"

"Do you... Do you want to talk about it?"

"I... No. I don't want to -- Oh God. Is that why you let me --"

"No! I had to tell you because my --" Clark glanced down meaningfully. He squirmed uncomfortably as Lex's eyes fell to his crotch.

"Your --" Another epiphany.

"Right."

"I... Is that why you told --"

"Yes." Clark took a deep breath. "I wanted to --"

"No. That's impossible. You couldn't possibly -- I kissed you and you -- No --"

"I did, Lex. I still do."

Now it was Lex who looked confused. "But --"

Clark stood up, dumping his backpack on the floor. With shaking hands, he peeled his T-shirt off, watching as Lex's eyes drifted over his chest. Clark was nervous as hell, but it was obvious that Lex needed proof that he wanted this too. Wanted it so desperately that he had been hard all day long just thinking about being there with Lex.

"I want you, Lex."

Clark toed off his shoes and socks. He couldn't pull his gaze away from Lex, needed to see the appreciation in Lex's eyes to make him brave enough to flick open the button to his jeans. To slide the zipper down. To pull his jeans off. To jam a thumb under the waistband of his boxers. His erection had to be painfully obvious -- right?

Clark took a deep breath. He wasn't sure if he could really do this. Somehow, it felt different and new all over again. Maybe it was because he knew that Lex would remember this for sure. Then Lex was suddenly in front of him, close, close enough to breathe hot air onto his skin. He leaned down ever so slightly, offering his lips to Lex.

And the kiss felt brand new, as though their lips had never met before. Hot and wet and everything that Clark never thought a kiss could be. He wanted to sink into Lex. It felt so right. Like he belonged. He slipped his arms around Lex waist, dragging him closer, wanting to feel Lex's body against his. Complete.

Why was Lex pushing him? Clark frowned through the daze in his head as Lex fell to his knees, dragging Clark's boxers down with him. Clark's breath hitched. There was something deliciously dirty about being completely naked with a fully dressed man kneeling before you, eyes intent on your dick. He lifted one leg after the other agreeably, letting Lex slip the boxers off.

Lex was still staring at his dick, eyes heavy with desire, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Clark tried to steady himself, waiting in anticipation of Lex's next move. Then groaned loudly when Lex traced a finger along the ridges of his hardness.

"God Lex. Please..."

Lex looked up at him. "You're so beautiful, Clark."

He bit his lower lip hard when Lex swiped his tongue over the head of Clark's cock. Squeezed his eyes close as Lex began to lick each ridge, dipping into the little valleys with his stiffened tongue. Clark was so hard that his entire body felt numb, as though all the blood in his body had rushed to one --

"I can't wait to have you in me, Clark."

Lex guided Clark's cock into his mouth. It felt so good. Felt so much better than anything he'd ever imagined. Clark had to steady himself, stop himself from just thrusting into that warmth.

"Lex..."

He was so far gone that just one more suck. Just. Lex rubbing his tongue against his cock, sliding over each ridge as he swallowed him. God. The sensitive dips were screaming in protest, so completely aroused that Clark could barely breath. He shuddered hard as he streamed come into Lex's mouth, trying desperately to tame his bucking.

Clark struggled to open his eyes as he slid out of Lex's mouth. With fumbling hands, he grabbed Lex's shirt, urging him to stand up. Suddenly braver than he had ever been, Clark kissed Lex, plunging his tongue in Lex's mouth, tasting the heady mixture of Lex and his own come. Him. On Lex. Nothing had tasted better, more right.

Lex pulled back, rubbing his own erection against Clark's thigh. "Let's go upstairs."

***

They settled back against his bed, Clark beautiful and ethereal beneath him. Lex slid a hand up the hard, sculpted muscles before him, drowning in the moan that the action elicited. God. Clark was just fucking perfect. Every single curve and dip and edge exquisitely placed. He could spend the rest of his life exploring every last inch.

Lex dragged his lips along Clark's shoulder. "You're beautiful, Clark."

A strangled moan met him in response. Clark arched up against Lex, pressing heated skin together. Lex dipped his head to suck Clark's hardened nipple, then laved it with a flattened tongue. He could feel the reverberations of Clark's groan. Pressed his cheek against Clark's chest, wanting to get closer.

"Lex..." His name trailed off on Clark's tongue. Soft and needy and Lex -- Lex wanted to fulfill every want, every desire.

He shifted up, studying Clark's bruised lips, eyes squeezed shut as their bodies found hazy rhythm, slowly rubbing. Lex caught Clark's lower lip between his, sucking and licking it like he had imagined so many times. But never in his mind had he factored in Clark sucking on his upper lip in return, breath heavy, body arching against his.

"Perfect..." Lex whispered the words as he slid across Clark's defined jaw, sucked on the pulse on Clark's neck. The body beneath him jerked, a moan brushing against his scalp. Their cheeks rubbed together, the beginning of a stubble burning against his skin. And Lex nudged at Clark again. Needing that slight brush of pain to remind him that this was actually happening.

There. Then. Him. Clark. Complete.

"T... *sigh* Touch me, Clark..."

Clark's hands running down his back, across his hips. Exploring him carefully, rubbing deliciously. Then slowly Clark's fist circled around Lex's dick. Throwing his eyes close, Lex bucked against the warmth. God. This. Clark. The reason why emperors fell, why empires fell. Words of love whispered into his ear, gentle rocking against him, fingers caressing him like the rest of the world had come to a halting stop.

And there was nothing else. Just them. Together. Lex gasped into Clark's ear, feeling the building urgency in Clark's body.

"I want you in me, Clark."

A gentle shift and Lex was straddling Clark, determined eyes staring back at him. He reached over, grabbing a bottle and a condom out of the nightstand. Waving the condom gently, he raised one cautious eyebrow.

"We don't need it." Clark grabbed the condom and tossed it carelessly on the bed, eyes never leaving him.

Lex squeezed some of the viscous liquid on his fingers, watched Clark's reaction carefully. No fear, no regret -- nothing but hazy pleasure. Started to reach behind him when a wrist shot out to grab his.

"Let... Let me do it."

Their fingers entwined together, slipping and sliding intimately. Lex braced himself as a finger slowly traced a path from the small of his back down to... *gasp* so fucking good. Resisted the urge to just thrust down. He rocked gently as the finger slid deeper. Another finger. Another rock. Somewhere along the line, he had closed his eyes. Had to see --

Clark was propped up on an elbow, watching Lex with heated eyes. Lex nearly came just from the sheer desire he could clearly see reflecting in darkened green.

"You're so fucking hot, Clark."

Lex reached behind to jerk Clark's fingers out of him, he needed to feel Clark inside him. Guiding Clark's cock, he slowly eased it into himself, feeling himself stretch. Feeling each ridge rub insistently against his insides. White hot pleasure coursing through his veins as one after another ridge stroked his prostate. Until Clark was completely buried in him.

He lifted his heavy eyelids to find Clark's head tossed back, a pained groan tearing from his throat. Lex leaned down to suck the throbbing pulse exposed to him. Feeling Clark's moan trembling against his cheek. Their lips met almost intuitively. Lex pushed his tongue into Clark, showing him how he wanted to be fucked.

Sitting up again, he slid up slightly, then pushed back down onto Clark. And again. And soon he was lost in the rhythm. Slamming himself down as Clark bucked up to meet him. Grabbing his own dick, he jerked himself in twisting motions. Groaned into the tepid air, the sensation of Clark inside him was just too -- perfect. He was so close. So very close.

Just one more thrust. One more groan. One more moan leaving Clark's perfectly shaped lips.

Clark screamed as he came hard, shuddering under Lex's body. Then with a couple of twisting jerks, Lex shot hot come all over himself and Clark. They fell into a heap, quickened breaths merging like an exquisitely penned symphony.

"Clark?" Lex pulled off Clark gently, rolling them over so that Clark was partially draped over him.

Clark buried deeper into the curve of Lex's neck. "Hmm?"

"You okay?"

"Mmm."

"Was that an okay?"

"Mmm hmmm."

"Okay."

"Mmm."

"That was -- amazing."

"Mmm hmm."

"Are you actually going to form whole words or just grunt at me all night?"

"Urgh?"

Lex chuckled. His laughter dying when Clark lifted up slightly, a sleepy and sated expression on his face.

"Hi." Clark grinned down at him.

Lex couldn't resist a small smile himself. "Hi. Are you, uh, are you okay?"

Clark gave him a lopsided smile. "I don't bruise much."

"Ah, right. Of course."

A worried look washed over Clark's face. "Are you okay?"

"Never better." Lex pulled Clark's head down under his chin again, lightly caressing a perfectly angled cheekbone.

"So... does this mean we're... you know..."

"What, Clark?"

"Leexxxx."

Lex laughed softly. "Are we in a... relationship?"

Clark nudged his chin. "Haven't we always been in a 'relationship'?"

"Have we?"

"Yeah. I think so. I don't know." Clark sighed in frustration. "I just -- Are-we-boyfriends?"

Lex couldn't help but laugh. "If you're asking if this is exclusive, then speaking for myself, yes."

Clark pulled back to look at Lex, an almost undecipherable expression on his face; a soft mixture of tenderness and something else Lex couldn't quite finger. "Me too."

"Glad to know."

"Lex. I... You know that I... This can't just be sex -- at least for me."

Lex reached out lace his fingers through Clark's. "I know."

They fell silent for several minutes, Clark's face hovering inches away from his, as though he was trying to memorize each crease on Lex's face.

"What are you thinking, Clark?"

"I was thinking that... you're the most beautiful person alive."

Lex blinked. Then smiled. "Only because you're an angel."

"I, uh... I love you, Lex."

He couldn't find words. His brain was screaming at him to parrot Clark's, but the word 'love' was just -- inadequate.

"You don't have to say it, Lex. I know."

Clark dipped down, their lips meeting in a soft caress. And words were unnecessary, an air of understanding wafted around them.

Everything had been said -- Their eyes meeting across a crowded room. An errant brush of a hand that couldn't be entirely innocent. Words that were heavy with the veiled significance.

It had all been said and they didn't need to repeat it again. Not now. Perhaps, not ever.

Everything in just a kiss.

END

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Author's Note: I called this 'The Kira Challenge' because it is exactly that. I tried to hit (sort of) as many Kira challenges as possible. In the order that they appear, here are the challenges that I tried to meet:

Clark finds a picture of himself on Lex's desk. It's obviously not just a "picture of a friend". (Probably not the way that she envisioned.)

Lex comes on to Clark. Clark refuses to admit that he wants Lex too. It puts a strain on their friendship. How do they solve it? (With sex, naturally!)

Clark's sexual ... equipment ... is different enough from a regular humans to make him avoid sexual relations, but Lex is more persistent than most. (Erm. Well, I *kinda* hit this, right?)

Clark starts having wet dreams about Lex that are so vivid, he can't get them off his mind in broad daylight. And Lex looks like he hasn't slept in days. (I'm pretty sure I didn't write this the way she wanted)

Clark walks in on Lex as he takes care of business so to speak. (I hope I hit this one because I sure as hell don't want to know what other 'business' Lex might have to take care of)

Lex gets drunk, beds Clark, then can't remember anything the next day. (Well, I really can't imagine anyone having sex with Clark and not at least remembering snippets of it. Pftt.)

Lex thinks he raped Clark (Uh. I hit this, right?)

What if Clark were to strip for Lex? Bonus points to anyone who can pull that off as a First Time story... (Yeah, I tried, but my Clarkie is kinda shy. *g*)

Write a story containing several different kinds of sex. One scene with Vanilla (very soft and romantic sex) one scene with a kink (of your own choice) and one with rough sex. How you tie them together and make it all work, is all up to you. (Erm. In reversed order. Kinda. Guess I kinda messed that one up, huh?)

"Write some really NIFTY pillow talk between Clark and Lex after their first time having sex ... with each other..." If you want to include the preceding sex or not is entirely up to you. (Errr. Well, first time that Lex remembers. That counts right? And nifty?! I -- hmmm -- oh well.)