Title: Breaking a Fever
Author: MidKnight
Pairing: Clex
Fandom: Smallville
Notes: Thanks to Lady Angel for the beta and for pointing out my obsession with the 'A' word. To get the mood for this I listened to Massive Attack's remix of Mysterious Ways.
Challenge: Lex got the Nicodemus flower and is inspired to strip. For Clark.

BREAKING A FEVER
by MidKnight

Clark entered the mansion with a little trepidation. When he'd come home from school, there'd been a message waiting for him from Lex. His father had frowned, but handed over the slip of paper from the call that had come while Clark was still in class. Lex had made a request for Clark to come over as soon as possible.

The only reason his father let him go was the chance the request had something to do with the produce he'd been delivering. So he'd grabbed a quick snack of graham crackers and peanut butter before hiking across the fields towards his friend's mansion. He couldn't risk running there in full daylight. So he'd slowly walked up the long driveway to the massive wooden door.

Which was open, just slightly, and that was odd for Lex, who was always so meticulous. Clark had knocked, which only made the door swing open and when no one answered he went in. Maybe Lex had left the door open for him?

Walking down the hall a little nervously, he wasn't prepared for the door to slam shut behind him. Clark jumped, turning back to see Lex leaning against the dark wood, a predatory smile on his face. The older man's hand slid up from his side to the dead bolt and slid it home with a vicious click as he locked them in. Lex pulled the key out of the dead bolt and tucked it into one of the inner pockets of his sports coat.

Clark swallowed, suddenly nervous. Maybe it was that look on Lex's face, the one he couldn't quite place.

"Lex?" Clark asked. The look Lex was giving him made Clark feel like Lex was the one with X-ray vision. Like he was seeing every last part of Clark.

And liking it.

"Hello Clark," the bald man said, voice a little rougher than usual. Clark felt his toes curling in his shoes and shuddered. When he looked back up at Lex, his friend's gray eyes were following that movement from head to toes. One side of Lex's mouth quirked up and he pushed away from the door.

"Was there..." Clark's voice broke, right in the middle of the sentence.

"Was there something you needed?" Clark, he berated himself, get a hold of yourself. Lex isn't doing anything...Well, not really. He knew about Victoria and that Asian girl before her, knew that odds were, Lex wasn't interested in him, as much as his body wished it were otherwise.

"Well," Lex drawled, voice soft, like warm leather. Clark didn't need that image. Really. When he opened his eyes Lex was a few more steps closer. "You could put it that way."

Clark involuntarily took a step back and Lex grinned. He had very sharp teeth. "Um, what way?"

"Come on, Clark." Lex closed on him again, taking a few more steps. Clark retreated, mouth suddenly dry. "You've felt it, haven't you? The heat..."

Clark took a few more steps back and Lex was just smirking.

He suddenly recognized the look Lex was giving him. It was the same one Clark had been trying to get right so he could use it on Lex.

It was hunger.

"...Between us." Lex was suddenly right in front of him, against him like there wasn't anymore room in the massive hallway. His head was in the crook of Clark's neck. He realized Lex was sniffing him, and then the older man purred, "God, Clark, I've been good for so long. I can have you, right?" Just as Lex's hands landed on the flannel of his shirt, Clark stumbled backwards, falling to the floor inside the den.

Clark crawled back several feet until he hit the side of the tan leather couch. He could feel the blush burning on his face. Lex looked startled. "Clark?"

"I haven't..." Clark turned his face away, suddenly embarrassed. Christ, he'd been thinking about this, dreaming about it and now that Lex was interested... God, he must be a loser. "I've never..."

"Ah..." The sound was enough to make Clark look up and saw the comprehension dawning on Lex's face. If anything the hunger doubled. "I'll be gentle with you Clark."

Clark swallowed hard and nodded, still nervous.

"Watch me."

Clark belatedly realized Lex must have just gotten home from work; he was still wearing a suit. With wide blue eyes Clark obeyed the order, watching as Lex's hands went to his collar. The slim hands tugged at his black tie, pulling the knot loose and stripping the soft fabric away before laying it down on a nearby wooden table. Lex moved forward a few feet, to the next piece of furniture, where he slid off his sports coat and laid it down. His fingers went back to work, at the top of his shirt, sliding the buttons through the black material and as he bared his pale chest Lex stalked toward Clark, who was still crouched against the couch. The shirt fluttered open as he tugged it from his waistband and suddenly Lex was standing over Clark, straddling him, and Clark reached up, his hands open, just wanting to grab Lex and pull him down.

Lex was in his lap abruptly and Clark could feel the tops of this thighs resting against Lex's ass and his lower back. And wow, Lex in his lap and the older man was leaning into Clark.

The first kiss was awkward. Clark not having much practice with it and Lex had to turn his head to the side so their noses didn't hit. Clark could feel Lex's tongue caressing his lips, like it was trying to find a way in and it dawned on Clark what was missing. Opened his mouth for Lex and suddenly he could taste him, feel the heat and knew Lex was far too hot. Let the thought slide as his hands went to Lex's shoulders, pushing the shirt away and down Lex's arms and throwing it somewhere. Away.

As Lex kissed him, Clark's hands surveyed skin, following it, feeling it. The soft way that it slid under his hands, the way the muscles twisted as Lex raised his own hands to plant them on the couch arm above Clark's head and only to drop again, finding Clark's hands and dragging them away, pinning them to the soft leather.

Clark whimpered and Lex pulled back, grinning and so hot Clark could feel it through his jeans. So hot.’

"Like that?" Lex asked, nipping at Clark's throat and still keeping his hands hostage.

"God, Lex." His friend's name was hissed as Lex's mouth suddenly found a nipple and bit into it, tonguing it and sucking until Clark was struggling in his grip.

"Shh," Lex whispered right into Clark's chest, laying his head there a moment to listen to the rapidly beating heart. "It's ok." He sat up suddenly, leaning back and grinding down into Clark's lap. The teen whimpered, shuddering and tore his hands free. They fell to Lex's hips, pulling him down again and again. Then Lex's mouth was back, laughing a little and nipping at Clark's lips until the boy was forced to let go with one hand to grab the back of Lex's neck.

Pull him in til Lex couldn't tease anymore.

"Stop teasing me," Clark growled.

"I'm not," Lex leaned back again, putting his weight farther back into Clark's lap and they both moaned, "teasing you."

The teen's hands suddenly went wild, scrabbling at Lex's belt,button and zipper. Lex laughed, before reaching in to help. Together, they struggled with the pants, before Lex had to stop and stand up to get them off, and Clark made short work of his shoes and socks. When Lex was clad only in a pair of black boxer-briefs he refused the undress any farther, folding his arms across his chest and looking down at Clark.

"I think you need to be naked, too."

Clark nodded at Lex's ultimatum and just stared up at the older man's hard body. Lex's time in the gym was time well spent. Clark stared at his soon-to-be lover's body, following the muscled line from his slim feet, to the hard calves and sturdy thighs, over the black underwear concealing a good sized bulge, to the flat stomach and cream colored nipples. Lex chuckled.

"Clark?"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to take your clothes off?"

"Oh." The teen blushed, his feet moving immediately to toe his shoes off.

"Oh, yeah." Lex laughed again and knelt down to help Clark with the shirt buttons that had suddenly become impossible. The flannel was peeled away, revealing caramel colored skin and farm-work hardened muscles, much to Lex's delight. Clark started squirming out of his jeans, boxers clinging to them and sliding off at the same time. While Clark tossed his pants to the side, Lex pulled his briefs off and then tumbled back into Clark's lap.

The teen hissed at the feel of so much hot skin on him, feeling it burning, and god, Lex was naked. Naked. He bit into Lex's shoulder, arms wrapping around his friend to pull him in close. So hot, so hot, and he tasted like salt and some chemical cologne. Tasted like Lex beneath it all.

"You're so hot..." Clark whispered, next time he could breathe. Heard Lex chuckle, even as his hands were mapping every inch of Clark's chest.

"You're not bad yourself, Clark."

Clark felt himself blush at the unexpected compliment.

"No, you're warm." Clark pulled back from where he'd tried to make a necklace of bite-marks around Lex's neck. "Do you have a fever?" Lex pulled him into a sudden kiss, pressing Clark into the sofa as one hand reached around to dig under the cushions.

"Maybe you should help me break it, Clark?" He held out a bottle of lube and a few condoms. Lex nipped at Clark's lip, sucking it into him mouth for a few seconds. "Huh, Clark? You want to help make me feel all better?" Lex leaned back and quickly tore the condom open, making Clark sigh as he slid it onto his lover's cock.

Clark watched with clear eyes as Lex used the other to prop himself against he sofa arm while one lube slick hand reached behind his pale body. Lex was on his knees, straddling Clark's thighs. And as the gray eyes went hazy Clark knew Lex was slicking himself, stretching himself. It only took a few seconds, then Lex was panting and scooting forward, hand going for Clark's cock.

Clark's eyes went wide at the feeling of so much heat as Lex sank down onto him, pulling him in, until Lex was there. Seated. Flesh burning Clark's because he was just so hot, practically scalding. As Lex griped the sofa arm on either side of Clark's head, the teen could see the sweat already beading on Lex's skin. The older man pulled himself up and then, oh, wow, *hot* and so *tight*. Clark's hands went to Lex's hips, bruising them as he started lifting Lex up and down, feeling his lover's cock brush over his stomach, felt it wet and hot. His hands started slipping after a few seconds and Lex moaned as he sliped from Clark's hands, slamming down hard enough for both of them to groan. Hard enough for Lex not to care as Clark's fingers dug in, trying to grip the bone, slamming him down harder.

Lex's back arched as he came, a scream pouring from his lips even as his cock sprayed all over Clark's chest, marking him. The muscles shivering in his ass milked Clark. With a howl the teen came, pulling Lex tight against him. They lay, slumped against the sofa, sweaty for several minutes until the sweat began to slick the leather and Clark started sliding down towards the floor. He roused and hugged Lex tight before kissing his lover's pale lips.

"You ok?" Clark asked, feeling the copious sweat on his friend's cooling body.

"I think..." Lex panted as he tried to nestle his head under Clark's chin. "I think I'm all better."

END