Title: Cow Love
Author: FlowDi
Rating: R, cause...well theirs cows screwing here, people.
Spoilers: None :)
The Challenge: Contrary to popular belief, Lex is actually a virgin when it comes to other males. Clark is the first to cause him to want to explore the HoYay. (Henry Jones Jr)
Summary: Cows...and sex...and love? I know, I don't get it eighther.
Category: Fluffy first time smoochies.
Email: LadyFlowDi@aol.com
Disclaimer: Im not rich. Clark, Lex, and Rico aren't mine. Lala.

Cow Love
by LadyFlowDi

In. Out.

In out.

Inoutinout.

In.

First off, I'd like to say that I'm a sweet boy from Kansas. I've never had bad grades, never been tardy to class or come home late. There's never been a time when I spoke out of turn, or when I sneaked out for a night of fun. I've never gotten drunk, or high, and I'm still as virgin as the day I was born.

Doing any kind of "rebelling" was strictly a no-no in my mind. My parents, my sweet, good parents, loved me to pieces-- and I knew it would break their hearts if I lashed out like the dumb teenage boy I am.

Or so I'd looked at it every day prior to meeting Lex Luthor.

I'd watched him fall, heartbreaking seconds that seemed to last forever. He'd hit me with a force that blew the wind out of my lungs, so hard that I saw stars for the first time in my life, my body so jarred I swear my brain flipped around and did the conga. When I focused out of terror, adrenaline coursing through my veins, I'd seen him through the drivers side window of the tinted car.

His eyes, grey blue, squeezed together as tight as they could, fingers gripping the steering wheel...and a look of almost complete acceptance on his face that it had broken my carefully guarded heart into shards.

I'd tugged him out, breathed life back into his dead body, and from that moment on...I just knew.

Of course, I wasn't conscious of the fact, not in the slightest. It had happened very slowly as the weeks progressed...Lana Lang, my pedestal girl, the one I'd jerked off hot and heavy to night after night wasn't any longer at the fore front of my mind. Oh, sure, I tried to keep her there, to pretend that I didn't think of anyone but her as I touched, but even to my subconscious that sounded ridiculous.

It was Lex. Lex in positions I didn't know I'd ever thought of, of limbs and skin like yards and yards of the palest silk. Muscles, sinews bunching under my stroking fingertips, a mouth soft and open-submissive-in orgasmic pleasure.

See, and the crux of it was, I was used to doing what I was doing right at the moment. I'd done it for six seasons already, and I was just about as close to a pro as one could get. Because of my contribution our herd had flourished, been one of the best in the county if I did say so myself.

All right. I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.

Every year during the mating season, my dad assigns me the job of keeping the main bull well....'femaled'. Sure, he uses fancy words and sweet endearment, but basically it's all to make sure the bull impregnates as many of the cows as possible, to ensure that when the older ones died this coming season there would be enough new calves to continue on.

It's all very technical, and every year my dad explains it to me like I don't know, so whatever.

But anyway, there I was, standing at the fence, arms crossed and chin propped up by hand, waiting for Rico Suave here to finish bouncing off Abigail so she could get dragged into the barn with the other females waiting to be milked.

The life of a farmer's kid. Yay.

Suffice to say, I hadn't heard the purr of the engine. Nor did I catch the crunch of tailored shoes on gravel, but I sure as hell heard the escape of air out of slim lungs.

Mortification bloomed on my face; I could feel it burn my skin a lovely shade of apple red. Oh. God.

I turned to look at him and saw those perfect eyes watching me with astonishment. Damn. "H...hi."

"Clark, I..." A lengthy pause and he shifted his weight to the other foot, hands deep in his pockets. "Hmm."

"Its not how it looks."

A flicker of a smile over his almost sleek features and he turned to prop his arms out on the fence, fingers clasped as his elbows rested comfortably on the wood. "All right."

I could feel the blush light from the roots of my hair down to the bottom of my toes. "I'm serious."

"I know." He shifted again. "Though now the only question I need to ask is why exactly you're watching two cows go at it like rabid hyenas in the middle of the winter."

"W...well..." I shifted myself, a bit away from his entirely too warm body. Didn't he realize how beautiful he was? Apparently not. Retard. "Its mating season....Spring now, and...and when Bulls w...want...they want. So...um..." I coughed. It was all I could do not to choke. "So...I have to make su-sure he doesn't keep.....doing.....the same one over and over."

Lex's dark eyes stared into mine for a good long moment, as if shocked I'd even said what I did. I know, Lex. I know. I can barely realize I said it. "You mean you're telling me you're watching the cows...." He motioned at the grunting and huffing, face perfectly calm. "Because you have to make sure Daddy Bull over there doesn't do the same woman twice?"

I nodded.

He burst out laughing. "Clark, do you realize you're encouraging polygamy amongst a lesser knowing section of society without even realizing it? You're a cow pimp."

"No! Hey!" ...."I am doing nothing about what you just said!"

"You are. You're a cow pimp, you pimp cows, and even then you still brood."

"I'm not a pimp cower!" There was a pause between us before I burst out laughing, shaking my head and rolling my eyes. "My dad made me, actually. I'd rather be drinking nice hot cocoa right now, but here I am, watching animals mate and is this really the crux of Clark Kent's social life? Yes, yes it is."

We both turned to look as the bull finished, huffing and jumping off the poor lady and she plopped down with a heavy snort.

Lex couldn't stop chuckling.

"What?" I glanced at him. "What is it?"

"I'm just thinking...when I woke up this morning, I never in a million years thought that I'd see..." He motioned a perfectly manicured hand. "This."

I grinned with him. "Me neither. Rico over there does who he wants when he wants...we gotta run to catch up and make sure its not the same cow again."

His glance was full of surprise and a hint of amusement. "His name is Rico?"

"Suave." A nod.

"You name your cows?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

He paused. "I suppose it makes sense. People name their fish, their dogs, their penises. I guess it makes sense to name your cows."

I blushed and grinned. "Want to know, then?"

"What?"

"Their names."

The eyes that looked at me could have melted the ice from the polar ice caps...like always. He was so intense all the time...especially with me.

"I would Clark. Very much."

"Alright, well." I pointed out across the cold field. "The one he's doing? That's Abigail."

"Mm hmm."

"The white one with the grey spot is Cleo. Then it's Aurora, MerryWeather and Fauna. Jane and Mulan are the little ones next to them. See the way they don't leave their mom? They're twins." He was looking at me; I could feel his gaze on my cheek as I pointed out across the field. "The black one is Esmerelda...see the little baby drinking from her? That's Rico Jr."

"Male, then?"

"Uh huh. Fauna, and Ariel there beside them to the right."

"Who named these cows, Clark?"

"Me."

"They're all Disney heroines."

I blushed. "Yeah."

"That's...really endearing."

"I ran out of names two years ago."

"Excuses. Go on."

"Okay. Well...the other brown one with the black stripe on her back is Pocahontas." I faltered a moment because even in the freezing weather, his cologne was making my head swim...and my crotch throb. Not....not that it was because of him. Had to be the hormones in the air. Right? "Minnie and Daisy beside her."

"Mm hmm." Soft, sultry voice.

"Uh...and then...um...Snow White and...yeah. That's it. The other girls are...are um, in the barn already."

"Clark?"

"Yeah?"

"I came to talk to you."

"Yeah? About what?"

"Cows."

I blinked at him strangely, watching his carefully guarded face. "Huh?"

"Cows. You know. Moo."

The noise broke a grin from me and I leaned on my side, watching him. "Well, okay."

"Have you ever had an instance where you had two bulls?"

"Oh...man, no way. They'd tear each other apart."

"Interesting choice of words." He looked like he was struggling with something, the slim line of his eyebrows puckered at the center, teeth chewing on the side of his lip.

"What do you mean, Lex?"

"I was going for a cow metaphor; I guess it would help if I knew anything at all about cows."

"Lex, you run a manure plant. You're telling me you know nothing at all about cows?"

He shook his head avidly and stuck his hands in his pockets against the nip of the air. "Not a damn thing."

"Well..." I smiled. I could do this, I was smart about something! "Cows. Mammals. They have babies, they produce milk, they're walking McDonalds. Um...they make great pets, but I learned the hard way not to get too attached." His face met mine a bit pained and I shrugged at him, continuing on. "They eat all day...they're pretty dumb. And that's the that of cows."

"Why are they..." He made a face, and I almost burst out laughing. Almost. "Why do you have to do this," A slim, elegant palm motioned out to where Abigail was plopped down and Rico was plopped right on top of her. "Every year? Don't the bulls know not to hit the same gal again?"

"Lex, you used the word "gal" in a sentence."

He blinked a moment, before breaking out into that classic grin that was all too rare, amusement lit in his face. "I suppose I did." He waved a hand again and leaned his back against the fence. "Have you ever had two bulls accidentally get to one another?"

Huh? I looked at him strangely a moment. "No."

"Hmm."

"Lex, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Clark, I--..." Lex sighed every so softly and propped both elbows on the cool wood. "Have you ever really, really liked someone, and either they had no clue, or they didn't like you back? Or you weren't sure if you liked them in that way, though it wasn't really what you should be doing?" He smirked at himself. "If that made sense."

"Yeah, of course. That's how I feel with Lana."

He stopped a moment and looked at me just as strangely as I'd gazed at him. "Alright. Well...what if you really liked Lana, but you weren't sure if she liked guys or girls?"

"What? Of course she likes guys, she's dating Whitney."

"No, no. Clark. I'm talking what if's here. Figuratively speaking."

"Oh." Pause. "Well...yeah, I see your point. I'd be really hurt, and wondering all the time and stuff." He looked at me and I had the distinct impression that I should have known what he was talking about. "Lex, just tell me."

"I'm scared to."

It brought a blink of surprise from me. Lex? Scared? Those two words didn't even revolve in the same hemisphere, let alone ever come from his lips. His slim, soft lips. "You're scared to?"

"Yeah. Lex Luthor, King of the Cut Throats, and I'm scared to death."

"You shouldn't be Lex. It's just me. Clark, you know? The guy who makes you watch Anime and Buffy with me every week." I frowned and gently touched his arm. "Are you in trouble? Is someone after you?"

"I'm in love with you, Clark."

Oh. God.

The air hung between us for a long moment, cool and foreign, yet familiar at the same time. He wouldn't meet my gaze, but I felt his muscles ripple under my fingertips and it was something I'd never felt before...ever. In my life. It shot straight to my groin, making my penis jump and writhe in a way I'd never felt before, just...just at his muscles bunching and moving under my fingertips.

It was exhilarating. And terrifying, and I could feel the blush tighten and burn my cheeks. "What?"

"And now I'm suddenly realizing I shouldn't have told you." Lex looked up at me and for the first time since Id known him, really saw who he was-- a scared kid, desperately in love with his best friend. And here he was, soul bared for me to see that he wasn't perfect, god, not by a long shot, but he was trying and he was changing and he wanted me. Me. To be with him.

God.

He backed up, his own face paling as if he'd just realized what he'd done. He stood up from the fence and took a few steps backwards towards his car, as I valiantly tried to follow. "Clark, look, pretend I didn't say anything. I don't want us to get weird, and now things are most definitely weird, so I'm sorry, and I'm going to go home."

"Lex, wait-" He was babbling. Lex! Luthor! Babbling! It was so very adorable. Not that I thought that. "Its okay. Deep Breaths. Its really okay, I swear."

"It's not. Clark, it's not okay, and I see that. Just...it's all right. You don't have to make an excuse. I can see that you don't reciprocate the feelings, and I was a fool to think you would...I mean, look, you're 16, I'm 21, the age difference is a little bit too much, and I'm not even sure if I'm gay because I only started thinking about it when I met you, but...yes. Sorry. I am."

"I'm not making an excuse. Swear to God." I nodded, following him as he backed up right into the hood of his car. "Lex, I'm just...I'm just shocked."

He stared at me. "Are you gay?"

I frowned for a moment as I studied him. Girls were hot, and I mean, some guys were attractive, but that didn't mean I wanted them.

Well. I didn't want anyone but Lex.

"No. I'm not."

He flushed a bright red, throat working as he tried to speak. "Well. All right, then."

"Lex, stop." I caught his arm, then the other, squeezing them tightly. "Please, I don't want us to be-"

"Weird?" Soft voice, and piercing grey eyes. "Its too late. It got weird. Now every time we talk you're going to be reminded of what I just told you, and then you're going to not want to be too close to me so I won't get the wrong idea, and then I'll think you're avoiding me which is exactly what you'll be doing and I've ruined it. I....just...I'll see you around, Clark."

"I really love how you manage to twist things around Lex." I gave him a hard shake as anger lanced through my veins. "You were basing the continuation of our relationship on if I said yes or no today? What the hell is wrong with you? You won't want to see me now, but not because I would avoid you. I'd never avoid you. You'd avoid me."

"I would not!" He glared, wrenching himself free. "You're disturbed by this, I can see it in your face, Clark. But what's new, right? Town pariah, bald freak, rich kid from Metropolis with a twisted past, why wouldn't he be gay?"

"You're doing this to yourself, Lex. Let me tell you something. You've got a serious inferiority complex when you want to. It hurts me." I looked away from him. "It hurts that you'd think I wouldn't want to be around you just because you're gay. That not only insults me, it insults you."

We were quiet for a long moment, the only noise the snorting of the cows and the birds just starting to return to Smallville after a freezing winter. When he finally spoke the words broke my heart...they were heavy with suppressed emotion I'd only heard him speak with once before. When he told me about his mom. "I should go."

"Lex...please. Don't let us be like this."

"There is no us, Clark." So defeated. "I'll come by tomorrow and see you."

"Lex. Lex." I took him by the arms again, only up above his elbows, eyebrows furrowed as I gave him a shake.

"What?"

"Stop this."

"I can't, Clark."

"Yes, you can. You're shutting off...can't you see it?"

"I'm not shutting off, Clark. I'm mortified. Please, just let me leave."

"No. You didn't let me finish, before."

"What is there that's left to be said? You're not gay, I am, I have the hots for you, and here we are, as the dance continues." He tried to pull free, ducking his eyes away. "Could you please let me go?"

"No. Lex... I'm not gay, no." I pulled him in, hard, close...and let him feel my body. My chest....my arms...my legs. Down between my thighs.

He was hard to, and I shuddered with the feeling. God! It shot straight through my veins, making my skin and lips and scalp tingle. Making my chest hard and my muscles tight as I pressed close. He was everything I'd ever thought he'd be, smooth and warm and the wool of his slim, soft sweater made me thank God for sheep. "I'm not gay, no. I don't check out other guys as a rule...I've never felt the drive to. But you turn me on. You make me hot...you make me smile. You make me want to explore this side of myself I've never seen before without fear. You've got this...this hold on me, this anchor on my soul, and you've had it since the morning I pulled you from that freezing water and saved your life, Lex."

His face was flushed a burning red. "Cla...Clark..."

"When I put my mouth on yours, desperate to get you breathing...God, do you know what my only thought was? Huh? Do you know?"

His eyes were glassy, storming as his fingers slid up and tightened on my shoulders and very suddenly I realized that nothing about this wonderful man was fragile or tender. He was strong, all long sinews and hard muscles pressing into mine, strength and energy thrumming in his body as it always did. Only now...it thrummed for a different reason. "Clark." His voice broke, shaking his head as he struggled to get close.

I held him at a distance, almost unable to speak as I felt his hips give a shallow push against mine, and I almost lost my mind. "L...Lex..." I swallowed hard around the words that needed to come out. "I just wanted to see your eyes. I wanted to know what color your eyes were...what you sounded like when you laughed. What your name was. What the soft spot here," I rubbed a tiny circle underneath his earlobe-- "Tasted like. I wanted to know where you lived...wanted to talk to you about anything and everything. I wanted to ask you for your advice, and be your friend...and some day, be something more then that. Lex...I loved you before I even saw you open your eyes."

Couldn't take it. Had to stop the ache, just for a second, just breath through the tightness in my chest.

Which he tripled.

He leapt at me, hard, like a lion pouncing in passion. Our bodies crushed as our lips met. Hot...warm. So very soft, tender underneath mine and strong at the same time. Rubbed...pushed...God. It reached inside of my heart, something deep and unspeakable and beautiful, and tore it apart in wonder. My belly dipped and tightened as my libido screamed. Hot, like fire licking at me chest, because the mouth under mine was so much more skilled than mine. Teeth, nibbling at my lush lower lip before slowly...heatedly...our tongues met for the first time.

I wasn't sure who moaned first, him or me, but suddenly his fingers were in my hair and his tongue was in my mouth stroking and sweeping and I was going to die. Couldn't let go...couldn't, not when this was here, not when perfect was right here, not when his hips were rocking against mine, not when...when we were sharing this. Not when sparks flew under my skin, not when I could see ourselves growing old together and having a family and loving each other forever.

There was an erection pressed to mine. It wasn't embarrassing, not scary like I'd envisioned in my head many times in the middle of the night when I was neither awake nor asleep, not quite dreaming and not quite fantasizing, either. It was nothing but heat, warm and inviting and giving, always giving, and yeah, that was his moan this time definitely.

Then very suddenly there was nothing but cold air where warm Lex should have been and I blinked at him as he backed up several paces. "L..." I swallowed hard, getting my mouth to work when all it wanted to do was kiss. "Lex. Wh..what?"

"Clark."

He was trembling.

"Lex...hey, what is it?" I murmured, gently stepping closer as he backed up again. "Lex."

"I...I..." He swallowed hard and dragged a hand over his bald pate, then braced both palms on his car top for a long moment. "Clark, I've never done this before."

"What?" I frowned in question. "You...I thought you'd..."

"With women."

Oh. ...Oh! "You've never...with a guy?"

He shook his head a little and finally met my gaze. "No." So lost...so young.

"Hey...see? Me? I haven't, either."

"Ever?"

I frowned. "Well, I kissed Whitney once. But we were like, 5, and it was a dare."

He chuckled quietly and sent soft eyes at me, and with a spark of relief in my heart I saw his stiff shoulders go slack. "Clark, you're a dweeb, you know that?"

"Yeah." I smiled at him too, and offered my hand...hoping he'd take it, because with it I was offering the fork in the road.

Come with me, and be with me. Or leave, and we stay friends.

"Want to go up to my loft for a while?"

Wary gaze at my hand and then a flicker of gray up to me as he read my unasked question. It took him a long moment, just watching my face...reading my heart as it was there, open like a book, for him to analyze.

For him to love.

Slim digits wrapped through mine, laced...and held on. "Clark?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you find it strange that we hooked up to the sound of cows fucking?"

I laughed out loud and pressed my lips to his.

We shared love's first kiss to Rico's grunting.

END