Author: Philtre

Disclaimer: These lovely boys do not belong to me. I just play with them because I enjoy giving myself more work than necessary and because they are so damn pretty

Category: Future Fic, Romance, First Time, Angst, Drama

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: Up to and including Rosetta

Summary: Lex makes things a lot more complicated than they have to be

Author's note: This will henceforth be known as 'the fic that damn near killed phil.' I have no bloody idea how a fic that started out as three very smutty sex scenes ended up with *gasp* a plot. Gah. phil and plots do not get along.

Thank you to my betas - moss (for surviving some of the campiest lines ever) and Rachel (for being way smarter than me and honest to boot). Also, much thanks to Lady Angel for all the hand holding, but mostly for thinking on my behalf because that really isn't my forte.

Feedback: makes me happier than the thought of two pretty boys going at it. Direct bliss to philtre@rogers.com

***

"Lex?"

Shit. Clark pushed his way through the writhing sea of bodies, desperate to get to the relatively quieter sanctity of the washroom. When he finally found himself in the slightly crowded restroom, he tried yelling into his cell phone again.

"Lex?"

"Yes. I'm still here. Where are you, Clark?"

Lex's voice was still muffled by the steady bass pounding through the walls. Clark turned towards a corner, trying to pretend there was some semblance of privacy to their conversation.

"I'm at Toxic. Are you still in New York?"

"No. I just got back to Metropolis. What are you doing at Toxic?"

Of course Lex knew Toxic. He couldn't resist smiling at the thought of a slightly younger Lex, dancing and drinking the night away at the lively club.

"I'm with Donny."

Clark panicked at the long pause.

"Lex? You still there?"

"Yes. Sorry. I'll talk to you later then."

His heart sank at the quick dismissal.

"Lex --" It was like the million other times that he started a sentence with just Lex's name. There were so many things on the tip of his tongue that could easily follow that single word - Lex, I want see you. Lex, I miss you. Lex, I love... Clark sighed and settled instead for, "Why don't you come down?"

"No. I'm too --"

"-- Come on, Lex. It'll be... fun."

Another pause, but this time he knew that it was because Lex was considering joining him.

"I haven't seen you in... forever." Wasn't there a time when things were so much simpler between them? When showing up unannounced was nothing more than one friend visiting another. "Please?"

And even though he couldn't hear Lex's relenting sigh over the surrounding din, he could readily imagine it and grinned widely.

"All right. I'll be there in a bit."

"Okay. I'll see you soon."

Clark hung up quickly, unable to wipe the grin off his face as he decided to take an impromptu piss. Still smiling to himself, he emptied his bladder and washed his hands at a nearby sink. Turning around, he stumbled back. A blond guy in a mesh top and skin-tight jeans was nearly pressed up against him, blatantly raking his eyes down Clark's body.

"Hey, there."

Clark smiled nervously, trying to remember what Donny told him to say should anyone try to approach him. "I'm sorry, I'm with someone."

The other man smiled licentiously at him. "He can watch. If he likes."

"I don't think so." He pushed the man away and quickly left the washroom without looking back.

Slipping through the crowd, he tried to ignore the hands that connected with various parts of his body. With a swift scan around him, he found Donny grinding up to a slim brunette. He maneuvered his way over and tapped his friend on the shoulder.

"Donny. I'm going to go get a drink at the bar, kay?"

Donny looked over his shoulder, revealing classically good looks that were seldom devoid of a smile. "You have money?"

"Yeah. Do you want anything?"

Turning back to his new friend, Donny shouted something in the brunette's ear. The other man shouted something back and Donny leaned towards Clark again.

"Can you get us two beers?"

"Okay."

He pushed his way through yet more bodies until he was at the bar. Leaning over the counter, he yelled his order to the bartender. Making sure to leave a good tip, he grabbed all three longnecks and shoved his way back to Donny. After giving Donny two of the bottles, he gestured towards one of the walls to let Donny know that he was going to hang out by the sidelines.

Donny quickly shot out one grappling hand to get him to stay, but Clark ignored him, nudging his way quickly to the end of the dance floor. Making sure he had a clear view of the front door, he took small sips of his beer and waited patiently for Lex to arrive. Every so often, he brushed off offers of dances and... other activities, but never tearing his eyes away from the entrance.

He had finished off his bottle and was quickly working through a second when Lex finally walked through the front door. For a moment, he hid in the darkened shadows, drinking in the way Lex scanned the room with cursory detachment. Couldn't look away as Lex slid to the bar, pure liquid, completely oblivious as the crowd parted for him, curious eyes following his lithe frame with heated interest.

A surge of possessiveness coursed through Clark's body and he quickly jostled a path through the flailing bodies until he saw Lex's unmistakably lean form half-draped over the bar, lips inches away from the bartender's ear. When the bartender leaned back and gave Lex a smile that was a little too friendly, Clark closed the last of the distance, plastering his front to Lex's back and planting his hands on the bar on either side of Lex.

Leaning down, he breathed a husky 'hello' against Lex's ear. Lex turned back slightly, then unperturbed, continued to pay the bartender. At the none-too-gentle elbow in his stomach, Clark stepped back slightly, giving Lex room to twist around.

Clark's breath caught. The bluish tinge of the lighting seemed to make Lex's flawless skin glow. He could feel soft silk brushing against his forearms and their faces were close enough that he could almost feel Lex's hot breath on his skin. Even more, Lex's crystal-blue eyes had never pierced through him quite so intently.

He leaned down, desperate to claim lips that looked so soft; wanted to lick the delicious scar that was never more obvious than in the skewered light beams. But before he could, Lex turned, studying the crowd over his shoulder.

Completely confused, he tilted his head, obscuring Lex's view. He felt a familiar bubble of frustration as Lex calmly leaned back and took a sip of the amber liquid in his glass. Lex resolutely avoided his searching gaze for several moments then locked on to his with an intensity that made Clark almost wish that Lex hadn't decided to look at him.

Lex leaned forward, and shouted in his ear, "Where's Donny?"

Clark sighed in relief at Lex finally deciding to speak, determinedly ignoring the sneer in Lex's voice. "I don't know."

"Aren't you here with him?"

He desperately wanted to believe that Lex was somehow jealous of his friendship with Donny. Wanted Lex to want him as much as he wanted Lex. Sometimes, when he indulged himself, Clark would imagine that Lex cared more for him than he let on. Then just as quickly, it would be gone.

With every passing day, it seemed like even more of the Lex he knew so well was slipping away. The blaze of passion in his eyes; the open vulnerability. Pieces of Lex that he seemed more and more intent to cover up with purposefully chosen words or indifferent avoidance. Sometimes, Clark was afraid that he would wake up and discover that he didn't recognize Lex anymore.

He wanted to wrap himself around Lex. Breathe in the heady scent of Lex's skin; listen to the heavy pulse of his heartbeat; absorb all the Lex-centric intricacies that he could never hide, no matter how hard he tried.

***

Lex swallowed thickly. He had expected to see Clark, which was usually enough to send his blood pounding through every vein and artery. But he sure as hell hadn't expected to see Clark in a tight red T-shirt and painted-on leather pants that lovingly hugged every last curve.

His entire body hummed with pleasure, every nerve ending burning with the desire to rub against the dizzying warmth. Lex was aching with the craving to run tingling fingertips across the hard, sculpted flesh that he could easily discern underneath the barely concealing clothing.

"Aren't you here with him?"

He clamped down on the urge to moan as Clark's lips brushed across his earlobe, nipping softly, breathing wetly into his ear. His cock twitched in response, completely aroused by Clark's public display of... affection?

"Somewhere. Out there. With some brunette." Clark slid forward, slipping one thigh between his legs. "But I'm here."

The words shot straight to his cock and he didn't put up a fight when Clark pushed forward, completely flush against his body. Their breaths hitched together, eyes locked on each other's through the dim fog. He could practically hear Clark's soft panting, even through the earsplitting music. Knew each rise and fall as if it were his own; memorized it. Etched so deep that he couldn't begin to forget even if he wanted to.

Clark's hand slipped from the bar to curve around his ass, dragging his body into a slow, heady grind. So fucking good. He could feel the vibration of Clark's groan against his neck. The thin sheen of sweat on Clark's temple smeared coolly onto his scalp. Every inch of their bodies molded together in an inexplicable rhythm that had nothing to do with the steady beat that pounded from beneath the soles of their feet and rang out through their throbbing eardrums.

"Finish your drink." The words were growled so low against his ear that he wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't blocked out everything except Clark.

He downed the last of the scotch, not resisting as Clark grabbed his hand and pulled him through the sweaty crowd, not batting an eyelash as Clark, ignoring the tricks who loitered around indifferently, shoved him into a bathroom stall and locked the door behind them.

He allowed Clark to turn them around, almost grateful for the support of the door. Clark's lips pressed against his, stroking, sucking. He gave himself into the temptation, opening his mouth willingly, pressing his body into Clark's. Sliding his arms around slim hips, he pulled Clark closer as their tongues met in tangled desperation.

When Clark slid a hand between them, Lex pushed hard against Clark. It had gone too far. Further than he had ever intended. Just one taste of Clark's delectable mouth had morphed into something that he was altogether not ready for.

A few make-out sessions could be written off as momentary insanity on both their parts, but this... this was way more than he could handle. He was far too invested in their friendship to let it all wilt away in the shocking reality that followed meaningless, casual sex.

And he knew that this was all it could be. Years of watching Lanas, Chloes, and Emilys merge into Erics, Pauls, and Tonys; punctuated by delinquent little escapades of intoxicated tonsil hockey that neither of them brought up the day after.

He twisted around quickly, determined to get out of the stall before something irrevocable happened. His body was screaming in protest, but his heart wrenched in anguish at the thought that this was nothing more than mindless physical need.

Clark's arms wrapped around his waist, dragging him back. "I just want to make you feel good, Lex. Please? Let me. I want you to feel so good."

A long, hard cock rubbed against the cleft of his ass through thin cotton and barely disguising leather. He groaned at the insistent grind; his cock twitching hard as blunt, thick fingers slid under his shirt, skirting the edge of his pants. He tried to steady his breath as the same fingers dragged a slow path down over his hard cock.

The arm around his waist tightened. He reached one hand back, shoving into damp hair. Suddenly, he couldn't remember why this was all a bad idea. Needy little whimpers scorched right through him. Clark's fingers ghosting over his dick, sliding his zipper down slowly. Big, callused hand slipping in, running along his throbbing cock; exquisite pain.

"Lex. I feel so good when I'm with you."

He groaned with pleasure as Clark pulled his cock out, swiping his thumb around the leaking tip. Letting his head loll back, he squeezed his eyes closed and thrust his hips up into Clark's hot fist. Clark's body rocked together with his, shooting mind-numbing shocks of pleasure across his tingling nerves.

Hard, twisting motions that he could never seem to anticipate. He reached his other hand back to grab Clark's ass, forcing Clark's hips into an urgent grind. His brain completely shut down. His body intent only on finding release.

Clark's breath was hot and wet against his ear. "Come for me, Lex."

He shuddered hard, barely caring if he was grunting his climax too loudly. Pleasure and satiation flooded his body and he sank into the comforting support of Clark's steely arms. He sucked in deep breaths, trying to regain some semblance of control.

His cock twitching too soon when Clark breathed against his ear. "I want you so much"

He zipped up his pants, threw the door open and yanked Clark out behind him.

Fuck sanity.

***

They'd made out before, in the past. The first time was about two months after Clark revealed that he was gay or at least, bisexual. They had been soaking in the hot tub when Lex made a comment about the outfit Lana had worn the last time the three of them and Pete had dinner together. It had been a rude comment, so Clark had splashed Lex with some water.

That, of course, was a call for retribution and they were soon in a playful tumble, each trying to hold down the other's slippery body. When Clark finally got a good grasp, he pinned Lex against the side of the tub, their faces so very close together. It didn't take much to just lean forward slightly, to brush his lips against Lex's as he had wanted to so many times.

Clark spent a good half an hour kissing Lex until their lips were both raw and their skin was hopelessly wrinkled. It was Lex who pushed him away, quickly stepping out of the hot tub. Clark followed suit, with every intention of continuing to kiss Lex out of the water, but stopped short when Lex calmly reminded him that he had better get going if he was going to wake up for his early morning test.

Slightly confused, he dried himself off and quickly pulled on his clothes. He knocked softly on Lex's bathroom door and felt his heart sink when Lex simply shouted out a curt 'Bye.'

For two days, he moped around worriedly, wondering what he'd done wrong. Perhaps his kisses left a lot of experience to be desired, but surely it wasn't that bad?

When he saw Lex's number on the call display, he had lunged to answer the phone and fell to the ground in a loud thud, but barely caring as a low 'hello' traveled across the line. Lex never even mentioned the incident, inviting him to a museum opening instead. They went to the opening together and when Lex simply behaved as if nothing had changed at all, Clark had miserably gone along with the facade. Of course, he had plastered a big smile on his face the entire night, but truth be told, he hadn't heard a single word Lex had said.

Realizing that Lex wanted nothing more than a friendship with him had hurt, but not enough for him to bear losing Lex altogether. They continued their usual routine of dinners, pool, DVDs, and museum openings. And when Lex encouraged him to make new friends and date, he did.

Donny had been a senior floor-mate of his at the dorms; an unapologetic gay man with an ever-sunny disposition. He decided that Clark Kent, the shy sophomore, had to be taken under his more experienced wing. So Clark casually dated a couple of the guys that Donny shoved in his direction, but none of them ever led to anything aside from a few chaste kisses.

It was only when he met Jason that he was truly smitten. Jason Burgess, tailback for the Met U football team, tall and sexy, with rugged good looks and dirty blonde hair. Popular and confident, the kind of guy that made girls swoon and gay men's pants seem suddenly too tight.

Clark had been taking a quick shower after a swim when Jason walked into the otherwise empty shower area. A flush stole across his body, when he accidentally glanced lower than was necessarily wise in a men's locker room. Making sure that he kept his eyes to himself, Clark tried to quickly finish his shower.

When Jason sidled up to the shower next to him, Clark took a deep breath and prayed to God that he wouldn't get aroused.

"Kent, right?"

Completely shell-shocked, he could only nod as he stared into piercing aqua-blue eyes.

"Jason Burgess." As if everyone in the university didn't already know his name.

It was weird to shake someone's hand while completely naked in a shower together, but they did. Jason invited him to a kegger at his frat house and they'd spent the better part of the night making out in Jason's bed. For several months, they met a couple of times every week, mostly in the privacy of one of their bedrooms. It became routine for them to spend several hot minutes kissing each other breathless until Jason fell to his knees and sucked him off.

When the winter formal came along, he hadn't expected to go to the party with Jason, but neither had he expect to hear from the grapevine that Jason was going with Angela McEwan, the beautiful head cheerleader. In a fit of impulsive anger, he had confronted Jason, demanding to know what he meant to the other man.

Finding out that Jason had no feelings for him hadn't hurt as much as Jason asserting that he wasn't gay. Just a guy who occasionally liked to suck cock and Clark's was nothing more than a convenient one. Suddenly, the last three months had felt like a complete sham. He had thought that he was in a relationship, but it was only then that he had realized, there had been no relationship at all, save for the one in his imagination.

After getting totally wasted with Donny, he had shrugged off the company of his friends under the guise of needing to be alone. Instead, he found his way to Lex's place. Clark had collapsed on the couch while Lex stood clear across the room, studying him quietly in between sips of his drink.

So Clark ranted, talked endlessly about life and relationships and snippets of high school psychology that he could have sworn he had forgotten. Just about the point he thought that he was starting to make a lot of sense, he looked up at Lex and his mind just blanked.

After all this time, it was still them - through overprotective parents, over lording fathers, crazy mutants, crazier divorces, childhood crushes that could never be more than passing - it still came back to the both of them, interchangeable shoulders to lean on. Always stagnated at that one point.

Clark took a deep breath. Did he push too hard? Did he not push hard enough?

"Why does it have to be so difficult, Lex?"

***

It didn't bode well that Lex knew exactly what Clark was referring to.

They had been skating around the issue for so many years that more often than not, their conversations seemed to spiral down to the same inevitable tension point. He didn't have the answers. As a matter of fact, he spent the better part of his days trying very hard not to think about the question.

Lex placed his glass on a side table and carefully avoided Clark's stare.

"Maybe you should get some rest. You're welcome to use the guest room if you're too tired to go home." He started walking down the hall, barely waiting for the soft pad of footfalls behind him.

Without looking back, Lex threw open the door to what had always been Clark's room anyway, no matter what he tried to call it. He'd taken at most two steps when strong fingers wrapped around his wrist.

And although he found himself stopping, it wasn't difficult at all to think of about two dozen different reasons why it was all a very bad idea. That night especially.

Still, Clark's hands easily turned him around, firm body instantly pinning him against the wall. He couldn't look Clark in the eye, choosing to stare at the muted lavender carpet instead. But despite his best intentions, he could feel the blood pounding in his head, his body rushing with arousal. Clark's breath moist against his cheek, soft curls brushing across his temple, questing fingers sliding down the side of his body.

An easy temptation to fall into. He should have resisted the instant that Clark's lips pressed against his, tongue slowly probing, teeth biting gently on his lower lip in a less-than-subtle plea for entrance. And though he'd always claim that he meant to tell Clark 'no,' he couldn't resist a moan as a thick tongue snuck its way into his mouth. Sliding wet and so fucking good that his hands somehow insinuated themselves in Clark's hair, dragging them closer.

He wanted it so badly. Wanted the heady sensation of Clark's fingers brushing reverent little soft strokes up his ribs. Wanted to tilt back his head as Clark's tongue sank deeper. Wanted to just stop thinking for half a second.

But perhaps that was his curse.

So he shoved hard against Clark's chest and waited the full second before Clark pulled back. He watched the confusion in those guileless eyes, tried hard to ignore the desire that he knew was probably mirrored on his own face.

Scrubbing a hand down his scalp, he schooled his face until he was sure it was relatively emotionless. "I can't do this."

He started to turn, when he suddenly found himself against the wall again. Steeling himself to pound out a well-rehearsed rationalization as to why Clark needed to let him go, he froze when Clark's head fell to his shoulder, lips pressed against his ear with a soft 'please.'

"Just... stay with me for a bit. I don't wanna be alone."

Against his better judgment, Lex arms wrapped around Clark's body, feeling the tension seep from the warm frame. In a tangle of limbs, he slowly backed Clark into the room and pulled back the covers while desperately trying not to look at Clark toeing off his shoes and khakis.

He was going to pull those sheets over Clark's body, sit down for five minutes on the very edge of the bed, then leave. Close the door, walk down the hall, right to the end. Close his door, drink until he passed out, and forgot that Clark was so close by.

All in all one of his best plans. Except that Clark had dragged him down alongside his body, shifting and pulling until Lex's front was flush against Clark's back. Lex briefly considered rolling away, but finally relaxed instead, telling himself that he would stay 'Just for a while.'

His arm fell comfortably into the slight dip just above Clark's hips, his head tucked into the warm crook beneath slightly ticklish curls. He could feel the soft curve of Clark's ass pressing back against him all too comfortably, the well-cut muscles of Clark's abs teasing his fingertips. Each time he inhaled, his lungs filled with a mixture of soap and salt that he knew well as Clark's scent.

By time Clark's breathing slowed to a steady rise and fall, Lex had allowed himself to become way too comfortable. With great reluctance, he slipped out the bed, smilingly warily as Clark instinctively turned to try and follow him. He brushed back a stray lock from Clark's face, watching as he shifted in his sleep like a contented cat.

So beautiful that it hurt to look at him sometimes. Especially when he was trying so hard to ignore how perfectly angelic Clark was.

Standing there staring at Clark made reality all too blatant. Most of Lex's days were filled with takeovers, business ventures, corporate chess games, enough distractions to allow him to ignore how empty his life really was. Especially since....

Since Helen. He still felt her betrayal like it was just yesterday. The images played so vividly in his mind - taking an early afternoon off to surprise her at her apartment with a ring in his pocket. He had let himself in with some random happy tune on repeat in his mind, then stopped short when he heard his father's voice from inside her bedroom.

While the woman he had chosen to trust argued with his father about when would be a good time to let Lex in on their little ruse, he had stood just beyond the door, watching them through the hallway mirror. His eyeshad caught hers just before he set down his key beside her mail and walked out.

It made him realize that no matter how well he thought he knew someone; he couldn't trust any of them. No one. Except Clark.

He could always count on Clark, even when there were secrets between them and especially more so now that they had decided on being completely honest with each other. Sometimes, it scared him just how important Clark was to him.

Which was why he couldn't take any chances with their friendship. He didn't deny that he wanted Clark, always had. But that was exactly the kind of risk that he wasn't willing to take. If things fell apart between them, he would be completely alone. And while that was a concept that he thought he had gotten use to, meeting Clark had changed all that.

Clark filled parts of his life that he never even knew were incomplete. He wasn't ready to fuck that up. He wasn't ready to wake up to complete solitude. He'd come to depend so much on their friendship that it frankly tore him apart to even imagine life without Clark's unwaveringly positive trust in the goodness of humanity. It was the sort of hope that got Lex through the day.

Fighting the urge to climb back into the bed and wrap himself around Clark's warm, pliant body, he slid out of the room and closed the door behind him.

It was the wise decision. One day, Clark would understand.

***

When Clark came to, it was morning and he was alone on the bed, sheets wrapped around his body. He sat up blearily, and scanned the apartment, slightly disappointed to find that he was alone.

There was a note on the night table and in Lex's immaculate handwriting were the words 'Help yourself to the kitchen. Lex.'

Dragging himself out of the bed, he pulled his clothes on and forced himself not to read too much into Lex's absence. It was for the best anyway. He really didn't know what he would have said to Lex. The light of day and soberness made things a lot less logical than he would have initially thought. Grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, he shrugged on his jacket and left.

He had spent the rest of the day staring at the ceiling in his room. Even his usually aloof roommate, Jeff, had asked him if he was okay. He nodded numbly and proceeded to ignore Jeff while the other guy padded quietly around the room, stuffing things into his backpack before making a speedy exit.

Some hours later, Donny came looking for him. The friend that he was, Donny pretended to lose to him in Dead or Alive Five for two hours straight, then gave him an apologetic kiss on the forehead because he had a date for the evening that he had been looking forward to for weeks. Clark gave Donny a reassuring smile and a warm hug, whispering that he was going to be fine. Which he was. Eventually.

He spent the rest of the night randomly jabbing the buttons on his X-box keypad, staring out the window, and surfing the Internet for porn. By midnight, he was torn between feeling depressed about Jason and feeling miserable because Lex hadn't called to see if he was okay.

After another long day of mindless routine, he had trudged home ready to collapse on his bed when he noticed the flashing answering machine. It was Lex, inviting him to a Beck concert. And things were back to normal again. They didn't talk about Jason or that night. Just Clark and Lex, two friends who liked Beck. Just another concert, just another midnight stop at the greasy diner that Lex pretended to hate.

Lex was careful to keep their friendship painfully casual. Not so much as the light flirting they used to engage in during his early days in Smallville, nor the sometimes inappropriate closeness they occasionally indulged in surrounded by the anonymity that Metropolis afforded them. Clark spent his days pretending that was fine by him and his nights brooding because it really wasn't.

Lex's trip to New York had been torturous for him. True, he and Lex sometimes didn't get together for days, but it was different because he knew that he could pick up the phone at any moment and they could meet within the hour. He spent the first day reorganizing everything in his room, including Jeff's closet. Then he'd spent the second day recopying his course notes so that they would be 'neater.' Half-way through the third day, Donny and Pete practically manhandled him until he agreed to join them for some basketball.

After the game, Donny had insisted that they went out that night, refusing to let Clark out of his sight. Clark reluctantly allowed his friend to pick out his outfit from his own closet because Clark's clothes were 'an affront to gay men everywhere.' They went to a bar that seldom checked IDs, which wasn't a problem anyway, since Donny seemed pretty chummy with the bouncer.

The floor had just been crowded. The entire place was crowded. There were people jammed up against the walls, sweaty bodies rubbing together. Clark hated crowded places, in general. But especially the plastic almost-unreal ambience of the clubs in Metropolis. The half-shrouded darkness that always seemed to be flooded with overly loud beats and jarringly unnatural light.

But Lex grounded him, reminded him of home - safe and reliable, despite Lex's most disconcerted attempts to assert otherwise. Even in the most cramped rooms or bathrooms, as fate would have it.

Clark leaned forward to kiss Lex again, but instead stumbled forward in surprise as Lex grabbed his wrist roughly and yanked him out of the bathroom stall. The few stragglers in the washroom smiled at them knowingly, and Clark was torn between a furious blush and arousal at their little escapade.

His cock was hardening again, sliding a little against his sticky boxer-briefs with each step. He pulled close to Lex as they carelessly shoved their way to the exit. Clark's cock was really uncomfortable under the tight confines of his pants and he was trying desperately to concentrate on not trampling over anyone's feet.

Lex laced his fingers through Clark's, completely ignoring the fact that they were in very public surroundings. Clark's heart soared involuntarily as they marked a warpath to the exit. The occasional side glances from complete strangers made him slide forward until his body was bumping against Lex's.

He was almost disappointed when they stepped out into the cool night air. Immediately, a nondescript limo pulled to a stop before them. Lex didn't wait for the driver to scramble to open the door for them. Clark was practically shoved into the car, but he didn't mind since Lex quickly piled in after him. The door slammed shut and they were half-sprawled on the seat.

Clark rocked up slightly, their hard cocks grinding together through leather and cotton. The seat was so cramped that they were half on the floor, heads banging into the window with each hard rock, but neither of them could care less. Too intent on running their hands along each other's bodies, exploring, memorizing.

He snuck a hand underneath Lex's shirt, stroking the lean muscles of Lex's lower back. Tilting his head back as Lex mouthed a path down his jaw line to suck on his Adam's apple. His legs fell open wider, cradling Lex's slim body. They were both panting hard as Clark grabbed Lex's ass and bucked up against him in a frenzied rhythm, writhing like a fucking slut, but he really couldn't care less.

It was several moments before either of them realized that the car had come to a complete stop. The tentative rap on the window caused Lex to jerk upright. Clark followed quickly, trying hard to flatten down his hair while taking deep, steadying breaths.

Lex threw the door open and yanked them both out of the car, stalking past security to his private elevator. The moment the door closed, Clark found himself crowded up against one of the walls by Lex's body. He opened his legs slightly, allowing Lex to slide in closer, willingly lifted his arms as Lex pinned them in a V above his head. They rocked together urgently, kissing each other with wet, sloppy licks.

Seemingly seconds later, the elevator pinged loudly, opening into Lex's penthouse. They stumbled into the apartment, moving towards the bedroom, eagerly losing pieces of clothing along the way. Clark gasped as Lex shoved him back into the bed, both of them climbing up to the headboard in a tangle of limbs.

Their hard cocks slid together in delicious rhythm as Lex tried to suck a bruise into the pulsing vein on Clark's neck. Then sliding down lower, he tongued Clark's nipples, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through his body. Clark arched up into Lex, his moans increasingly embarrassing each time Lex's teeth scraped gently across his nipple.

He grabbed Lex by the shoulder and pulled him until their mouths mashed together heatedly. Wrapping his legs around Lex's waist, he tried to force Lex into a faster thrust. His lungs were sucking in air raggedly, unable to swallow the desperate whimpers that bubbled up his throat every time Lex's cock stroked over his.

Lex's head dipped, sucking on his earlobe, tonguing it ever so slightly. "I want you inside me."

Clark's body jerked hard at those words, hot cum spreading all over their stomach. His legs fall back onto the bed, still trembling slightly.

"I'm so sorry, Lex. I --"

"It's okay." Lex was still rubbing slowly against, slipping over the slickness. "'S'okay. You can get hard for me again, can't you?"

Clark spasmed into Lex, his body instantly responding. Lex kissed him again, slow and languorous this time. Tracing the ridges on the roof of his mouth, massaging his tongue erotically. Languid kisses and lazy thrusts for the longest time.

When Clark thought that his brain had overloaded with the slow burning pleasure, Lex whispered into his ear, "You ready?"

"Yeah."

Lex pushed off him, reaching into the nightstand. Lying on his side, Lex tossed a condom and a bottle back at Clark as he drew one leg up. Clark carefully ripped open the condom, silently thanking sex-ed as he shakily rolled it down his cock. Shifting until his body was flush against Lex's, he stroked a hand down Lex's smooth, muscular back. Endless miles of pale perfection curving down into globes that fit Clark's hands.

He kneaded one cheek slowly as he kissed Lex's neck. "I want to see you."

Lex tilted his head back, ass rocking into his palm. "I haven't done this in a long time. It'll be easier this way."

"Okay."

He shifted back slightly, trying to concentrate on squeezing a generous amount of lube on his fingers, warming the cool liquid slightly. Honestly, he was a little nervous. He knew how all of this worked in theory, but he was seriously lacking in practical knowledge. Forcing himself not to tremble, he traced down the cleft of Lex's ass, taking Lex's loud moan as a good sign.

He lightly circled the wrinkled flesh, suddenly worried that he would hurt Lex.

"Stop fucking around, Clark." The husky, urgent tone of Lex's voice surged through his veins, pooling heavy in his cock.

Making sure again that his fingers were slick, he slid one in slowly. He immediately stopped when Lex hissed, clenching around the finger.

"Lex, are you --"

"Deeper."

He inched the finger deeper, a little relieved when Lex relaxed around him. Letting Lex rest for a moment, he peppered soft kisses across Lex's shoulders.

"Move. Dammit!"

Carefully, he wriggled his finger slightly. He knew what he was supposed to be looking f--

"OH FUCK!"

He stroked the nub again.

"Yes. Clark... More"

Lex was panting heavily, thrusting back against his finger. He withdrew the finger and twisted two into Lex, making sure to slide over the nub with each small thrust. Lex was cursing loudly, fucking himself on Clark's fingers. Propping himself on his elbow and knee, Lex lifted slightly onto his side, giving Clark better access.

"Inside me. Now."

Clark pulled out his fingers, coating his cock generously before awkwardly positioning himself behind Lex. He gripped the base of his cock tightly when Lex suddenly reached behind to grab his dick. Burying his head in the curve of Lex's neck, he allowed Lex to guide him in.

Inch by inch of scorching heat wrapped around his cock, spearing needles of pleasure through his body. He pushed in the final inch, until he was completely buried in Lex.

"So good." He couldn't even recognize his voice, needy and desperate.

"Move."

He pulled back then thrust in long and hard.

"Oh fuck. YES! Harder!"

He repeated the motion, deep strokes that had Lex thrashing back against him. Reaching around Lex's slim waist, he fisted Lex's engorged shaft. His mind blacked out, only able to concentrate on pounding into Lex, tuning into Lex's every strangled cry. Their frantic bodies trying to find release in jerking thrusts.

When Lex came hard, clenching around his cock, Clark snapped into the silken heat several times before he shot his own release and collapsed on Lex's slackened body. Coming to his senses, he carefully eased out of Lex's body and rolled onto his back.

A gentle nudge of his hand and Lex sprawled onto his back beside him. He reached down to grab the edge of the sheets and tried to clean them as much as possible. Then he dragged Lex to the opposite end of the bed and pillowed Lex's head on his chest before passing out.

***

It was the pain that woke him up. A throbbing ache that wasn't entirely unfamiliar but far back enough in his past that he couldn't place it immediately. His body felt as though it was being held down and he couldn't free himself. Slowly opening his eyes, he was glad that the heavy curtains obscured much of the morning sunlight.

The sudden realization that he wasn't alone in the bed brought back a flood of memories. Fuck. Clark. He lifted his head to confirm as much; torn between joy and regret at the sight. Lex shoved hard against the arm pinning him down and thankfully, with a displeased grunt, Clark relented.

He slid out of the bed, wincing at how sore he was. It had been a long time since he had last been fucked and even then, it was never this rough. Or perhaps, things seemed less so under the influence of narcotics. He forced himself to stumble into the bathroom, turning the dial on the shower for water just short of scalding.

Bracing himself against the tiled wall, he let the water rivulets stream down his body, washing away the crusted semen.

What the hell had he been thinking?

But it had felt so good. So good to have Clark want him. Touching him like it meant something more than just a very good fuck. The very thing that he'd been trying to avoid all this time. He grabbed a washcloth from the rack in the corner and squeezed some liquid soap onto it. With long, quick swipes, he cleaned himself thoroughly then turned off the water.

For a few minutes, he stood in the stall, dripping with water, just taking deep breaths.

He couldn't do this. He couldn't do casual fucks with Clark. But he knew that Clark was still young. Fuck, he remembered being that age. Screwing his way through a long stream of men and women in an effort to find himself. He'd watch as Clark followed the same path with his endless string of dates and he really did not want to be part of that list.

But how could it be anyway else? Clark was still young, barely on the cusp of twenty, sexy and smart and fuck... beautiful. He should have just stayed away, remembered all the times that he had lectured himself to be wiser. To stop repeating the mistakes that marked predictable patterns in his past.

You're such an idiot, Lex!

He grabbed the towel just beyond the shower door and dried off the excess water. Wrapping the towel around his hips, he returned to the bedroom.

Just as he crossed the threshold, he stopped short when Clark slowly propped himself up on his elbows. A small smile on his face that was seemed more like uncertainty than anything else.

Turning quickly, Lex forced himself not to wince at sharp jab of pain shooting up from his sore ass.

He couldn't do apologetic that morning.

***

Clark watched in utter confusion as Lex gave him the cold shoulder. He sat up slowly, eyes following Lex as he disappeared into his dressing room.

Hadn't things gone well the night before?

He slid out of the bed, pulling on his boxers which had been strewn at the edge of the bed. Nervously, he made his way to the dressing room, stopping at the doorway.

"Lex?"

Lex's entire body language screamed 'distance,' his back was completely tense and he didn't even bother turning to look at Clark.

"Did I do something wrong last night?"

"No."

The answer was so quick and curt that Clark was really beginning to think that he had done something wrong. He didn't know for sure since it was his first time, but... things had seemed okay last night.

Totally unsure of what to say next, he wordlessly watched as Lex pulled on his usual business attire. His eyes filled with tears involuntarily and he tried to fight them down. Somewhere deep down, he knew that this would happen. He had pushed too far. There was no doubt that Lex wanted him physically, but Lex also knew how needy Clark was emotionally.

And this morning was clear evidence that Lex wasn't willing to deal with that. Fully dressed, Lex pushed past him, avoiding eye contact as he slipped on his watch.

He was still staring as Lex stalked to the door. For a split second, he actually thought that Lex was going to leave without saying anything, then he stopped at the doorway.

"Take whatever clean clothes from my dressing room that you need."

Lex pulled the door close behind him softly.

He sank to the floor, crying softly to himself. He had imagined his first time - their first time - in his mind so many times, and never in a million incarnations had it ended with a morning after like this.

Stupid Clark. So fucking stupid. You think he's going to suddenly tell you how much he loves you. You're just an entertaining little kid who idol worships his older, sexier friend. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

He wiped off his tears, quickly looking around for his clothes. Stumbling through the penthouse, he pulled on pants and shirt. With one sock stuffed into his back pocket, he shoved his feet into his shoes and pushed the elevator button several times.

He didn't have to look around the apartment to know that Lex was already long gone. The trip back to his dorm room was a blur. As were the days to come.

***

Two days. Two days was the limit. No matter how big the fight or how unforgivable Clark's behaviour - Lex always called after two days. It was like an unspoken rule. The way it had always been.

Which was why Clark was staring at the ceiling on that second day. It was way past midnight. Way past any hour that Lex would call his dorm room. And yet he couldn't fall asleep, couldn't force his insides from wrenching into a twisted mess.

He awoke the next morning, his head pounding, bearing testament to the scant two hours of sleep he managed during the night. In his entire life, he had never been more thankful for a Saturday. Even though he couldn't fall asleep, he lay quietly in bed, barely acknowledging Jeff's sleepy 'Good morning.'

Minutes later, Jeff returned from the washroom. Clark could hear his roommate move around the room but was surprised when Jeff sat down on his bed.

"Hey, man. You okay?"

He shrugged at Jeff.

"You've been looking like shit all week, yo."

"I'm fine."

Jeff stared at him for a moment, then shrugged. "Dude, I know we're not exactly friends, but if you need to talk, you know...."

"I'm fine, Jeff."

"Kay, man."

Jeff gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder then grabbed his backpack on the way out. Clark curled onto his side and closed his eyes, drowning out the rest of the world.

He had fallen half-asleep when the phone rang. Rolling quickly to grab the phone, he nearly yanked the phone from its jack before jerking forward slightly to compensate.

"Hello?"

"Clark Kent. Were you planning to call me anytime soon?!"

"Chloe. Hey." He couldn't help feeling a sinking dip of disappointment. "What's up?"

"Uh. I don't know. Haven't heard from you in days."

He slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard. "Did Pete call you?"

There was a very telling pause and he could readily imagine Chloe biting her lower lip as she considered lying to him. "We're just worried about you, Clark. What, uh... Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm fine, Chloe."

"Clark.... Pete said that you've been a complete wreck all week. What's going on? Did you and Lex have fight?"

Clark groaned slightly. "I don't wanna talk about it, kay?"

"Clark...."

"I'm fine."

"Clark. I can't even see you and I know you're not fine."

He slumped further into a sprawl and sighed loudly. Chloe wasn't about to let up and they both knew it. So, he grabbed the bottle of water off his desk, took a big swig, and proceeded to spill his guts.

***

Lex closed his laptop, giving up the pretense of reading the report he had been staring at for more than two hours. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass of scotch. He fingered the edge of the glass as he moved to the edge of his study, taking in the city lights with little interest.

Just as he was about to toss back the finger of amber liquid, his cell phone started ringing. He set down his drink and picked up the phone. Instantly recognizing the number, he briefly considered not answering, but his thumb was already on the pick-up button.

"Hello."

"Hey. Lex."

His entire body tensed at the sound of Clark's voice; the eternal lilt of hopefulness and innocence. He fell back into his chair, steeling himself against whatever was to come.

"Hey."

"I, uh... You busy?"

After all these years, Clark still never figured out Lex's permanent answer to that question. "No."

"I was, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to watch a DVD or something... if you want."

And just like that, the reset button had been hit.

It was what he wanted, wasn't it? For things to return to the way it was. Good friends, nothing more. He could do this. No. *He wanted this*.

"Yeah. Come on over. I've got that new Star Wars movie."

He could practically hear Clark's sigh of relief. "Okay. I'm leaving right now."

Pressing the end button, he tossed the phone on the table and chugged down his drink. Saturday night and he, Lex Luthor, was sitting at home waiting for his best friend to come over and watch a movie, all the while pretending that they didn't just have mind-blowing sex with each other three days ago.

Slightly disgusted with himself, he poured out a sizeable shot of scotch and downed it as well. Not wanting to get drunk, he slumped onto the couch and tried to read the latest issue of Time magazine. They had written a glowing article about the smart, environmentally-friendly business practices of LexCorp. He threw the magazine back onto the coffee table and propped up his feet to wait for Clark.

He jerked awake at the cheery chime, not even realizing he had fallen asleep. Fighting to rid himself of the recent sleepless nights, he stared at the doorway until Clark came into view, dressed in his usual T-shirt and jeans, a backpack swung around his right shoulder.

"Hey."

Lex couldn't resist one quick sweep of Clark's body. Like a breath of fresh air in the stifling atmosphere of a smoggy city. "Hey."

"So, uh."

Clark looked uncomfortable. So, their friendship hadn't completely been reset. He rose to his feet, making his way to the entertainment room, certain that Clark was following him. Inside, he popped in the DVD while Clark settled on his side of the couch, unloading junk food from his backpack.

Lex stood silently for a moment, watching as Clark intently lined up bags of chips, dips, nuts, and chocolate.

"You know, I keep telling you to just put all of these on Mrs. Benson's grocery list."

His insides melted at the brilliant grin on Clark's face.

"I try! She keeps buying me rice cakes and granola bars instead."

Lex sat down on the far end of the couch, deftly catching the large bag of crispy M&Ms that Clark threw in his direction.

"Thanks."

"No problem." Clark leaned back on the couch with a huge bag of chips and plopped his big feet on the table before them.

Not knowing how else to diffuse the tension, Lex simply turned the movie on and pretended to be completely absorbed by the cheesy action scenes. Despite his best intentions to ignore the fact that Clark was barely an arm's length away, he couldn't help noticing that Clark kept glancing over at him.

Finally, halfway through the thoroughly gratuitous android war, he paused the movie and turned to Clark, who immediately looked away.

"What's wrong?"

Clark stared into his bag of chips as though the answer to the greatest mystery in the world was within those thin sheets of foil. "Nothing."

"You've been staring at me since the two robots escaped from that floating city."

Clark set his chips down slowly, then turned to Lex with a serious expression on his face. "Lex?"

He raised one eyebrow expectantly. "Yes?"

Clark wavered through a myriad of emotions, then simply picked up his chips again. "You know what, never mind. Just... the movie."

Lex continued to stare at Clark, yanking the remote control out of reach as Clark reached for it. "Just say whatever it is you've been dying to say for the last hour and fifteen minutes."

"Let's just watch the movie, kay?"

Lex watched as Clark stared morosely at his boots, then turned the movie back on. It was so painfully obvious that neither of them was paying attention to the movie. But while Lex had every intention of boring a hole into the television, pretending that nothing had changed, Clark hardly made an effort to disguise his restlessness.

***

He didn't understand it. How could Lex just watch the stupid movie as if they hadn't had -- God, he really didn't want to call it 'sex.'

He fidgeted, unable to get comfortable. His favourite potato chips had never seemed so tasteless before. His eyes glazed over the images flickering over the screen. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help glancing over at Lex every so often.

When he couldn't bear it any longer, he lunged across the couch, grabbed the remote control and turned the TV off. Settling back on his side of the couch, he tried not to squirm when Lex turned calmly to stare at him expectantly.

"I just need to know, okay?! I can deal with it, if that's what you want. You've just got to tell me now. Because one minute I think that we're -- then the next we're -- and you just -- and I...." Clark took a deep breath, trying to remember the very logical speech that he and Chloe had spent more than three hours planning. "Just tell me if... if this is a friends-type deal with... benefits. I can handle it, okay?"

He held his breath as he waited for Lex to say something, anything.

"Breathe, Clark."

Not the answer he was looking for. But the advice was good so he exhaled and sucked in much needed oxygen.

"I just need to know. If that's all you have to give me, then I'll take it. But I need to know because I think I'm... I think I might be... inlovewithyou."

Clark drummed his fingers nervously on his thigh, trying to gauge Lex's reaction. Each second seemed like a passing hour as Lex stared wordlessly at him. Fighting back a flood of emotion, he struggled to his feet, grabbing his backpack along the way.

"I'm sorry. I... I'll go."

He had barely turned when suddenly Lex was standing behind him, hand reaching around to grasp his wrist.

"Clark. Don't leave like this."

He couldn't turn back because he really didn't know what else was going to fly out of his mouth.

"You don't know what you're.... You're so young --"

Clark spun around, flinging Lex's hand off him. "Is that what this is about? I'm too young? What?! I'm too immature for you?"

He tossed his bag on the floor, moving forward to loom over Lex. "Sure didn't feel that way the other night."

A rare flash of emotion blazed through Lex's eyes and Clark was suddenly afraid that he had pushed too far. When Lex shoved against his chest, Clark stumbled back in shock, sprawling almost lengthwise across the couch.

Clark froze worriedly as Lex climbed onto him with a predatory sheen in his eyes. One hand jammed into his hair, holding his head still as Lex mashed their lips together. Clark kissed back hard, opening his mouth when Lex's tongue plunged forward insistently.

Almost instinctively, he tilted his head back, letting Lex slide deeper. Answered each suck and each bite with equal fervor. His body bucked against Lex, feeling a hard cock jutting into his thigh. Hot, wet mouth slid across his jaw until Lex was sucking the sweet spot just beneath his earlobe and he couldn't help a desperate whimper. His hands ran down to cup Lex's ass, grinding them together even harder.

"Oh Go-- Lex."

"You know what I want, Clark?"

He lunged forward, trying to kiss any part of Lex's body that he could reach. "Lex...."

Clark just never wanted this to stop. Ever. It was like his body had discovered an addiction that it didn't care to kick. He would take Lex any way he could get him. Even if for a little while.

"I want you forever, Clark. I want to fuck you through the mattress every night. Fuck you until you can't remember anything but my name. And fuck you again to make sure you don't forget. Then I want to wake up and do it all over again just because I can."

God. That was so fucking hot. He rubbed up against Lex, his cock was so hard that he felt like he was burning. "So do it."

"You don't know what you're asking for, Clark. I can't share. I can't... I can't share you."

Lex's voice was so husky and so very sexy that the words nearly failed to register with Clark's brain. But when they did, he stilled, finding it difficult to process what Lex was trying to say. He grabbed Lex's face, making sure that Lex was really seeing him before whispering, "You don't have to."

Neither of them said anything for a long while. Maybe there were too many words between them anyway. But for once, Clark felt as though Lex was truly letting him in. He could see the uncertainty behind the darkened eyes, but this time, there was also hope.

Hope - that was the one thing he could understand.

***

Clark gently placed the tray on the nightstand, grinning at the sight of his lover lying stomach-down on the side of the bed he had vacated only minutes ago. Leaning down, he kissed the vein that ran down the side of Lex's head then whispered in his ear, "Wake up, Lex."

With an unhappy grunt, Lex wrapped his arms tighter around the pillow, burying his face deeper into the silk. "If it's not eight o'clock yet, I'm going to kill you."

Clark chuckled softly. "Sorry. Freaky alien. Hard to kill."

"I've got a stash of meteor-rock suppositories."

He climbed under the sheets, draping himself over Lex. "Come on. I made you breakfast."

Lex was still determinedly ignoring him, intent on pretending to be asleep. With an evil grin, he began to rub against Lex. When Lex groaned with pleasure, Clark started sucking little love bites into his shoulder.

"If you don't wake up, how am I supposed to give you your anniversary present?"

"Why can't you do it like a normal person? Say, over dinner?" Lex could try, but Clark didn't buy the supposed venom in his voice.

"Where's the fun in that?"

"I'd be awake?"

Clark rolled over Lex, landing on his side, fingers trailing lightly down the curve of Lex's smooth back. "I'll make it worth your while to wake up...."

Lex popped one eye open. "Oh really?"

Clark nodded. "Yeah." Then he leaned forward until their noses were nearly touching. "Might even give you a blowjob."

Lex closed his eyes again. "Already get that anyway."

Clark shoved Lex onto his back, quickly pouncing on his lover. "Come on, wake up."

With a disgruntled sigh, Lex opened his eyes to a thin slit. "'Kay. What?"

Clark sat up and grabbed the present off the nightstand. He gave Lex a quick kiss then dropped the present gingerly on Lex's chest.

"Happy fifth anniversary, Lex."

Lex gave the box half a glance, then muttered, "Open it for me."

And so, like he had the last four years, Clark tore open the outrageously loud purple and yellow wrapping paper. He brandished the tube of strawberry-flavoured lube with great grandeur.

Lex closed his eyes again. "That's great, Clark. Happy anniversary."

Clark struggled off him, turning Lex onto his stomach again.

"Thank you. Good night." Lex wrapped his arms around Clark's pillow again.

He slid between Lex's legs, running his hands up hard, sculpted thighs. Licking a path down the sensitive curve of Lex's spine, he relished Lex's involuntary moan of pleasure. Squirting a generous amount of lube on his fingers, he smoothed the cool liquid over Lex's ass, nearly laughing when Lex hissed.

As the lube began to warm between their hot skin, Clark drew circles closer and closer to Lex's puckered hole. Lex began to rock up against him as Clark's thumbs swiped against the wrinkled temptation. Over and over again, until Lex started groaning loudly. He slid one thumb shallowly into Lex, then replaced it with the other; teasing Lex slowly until he began to beg for more.

He dragged Lex's hips up until he was on his knees. With deliberate attention, he began to lave his way up the inside of Lex's thigh. A deliciously choked-off moan filled the room as Clark found his target, swiping off the sweet mixture of strawberry and Lex.

"My favourite treat." His voice dipped low and hungry, the way that he knew Lex loved.

"Oh God, Clark."

He stiffened his tongue and shoved in, loving the hungry little buck that drove him deeper into Lex. With his thumbs spreading lusciously taut flesh, he fucked Lex's hole with his tongue. Quick little jabs that drove Lex absolutely insane. He could feel Lex's tense muscles relax around his probing tongue, rocking against him, trying to pull him in deeper.

"Fuck me, Clark. Oh God. I'm going to cum right now, if you don't --"

Clark shifted quickly, the head of his cock bumping against Lex's hardness as he slicked himself. Never getting over how tight Lex felt around his cock, he slid in slowly. Searing heat wrapped around his dick and it was like the first time again.

He paused when he was completely buried, waiting for Lex to be ready for more. Stroked a hand down rigid back muscles, beautiful and strained. Pale perfection that never ceased to amaze him.

"Clark...."

Grabbing Lex's hips with both hands, he was unable to think beyond pounding into Lex with long, hard thrusts. Angling slightly, he shoved in and out. Nothing more exquisite than watching Lex's head jerk back with a strangled cry each time he stroked over his prostate. Clark reached one slick hand around and fisted Lex's cock. With each hard thrust, he swiped his thumb across the sensitive head before twisting down fast.

He could tell when Lex was about to come, back tensing into bunches of unyielding muscles. Making sure he made contact with Lex's sweet spot with each stroke, he moved faster and harder, trying to push Lex over the edge.

With a nearly soundless gasp, Clark shot hot bursts of cum into Lex's body. Immediately, Lex shuddered beneath him, clenching around his cock in delicious agony, screaming his own release.

He slipped out of Lex, easing them both around until Lex rested his head on Clark's shoulder, with a little yawn.

"Hey, Lex?"

"Hmm?"

Clark smiled, knowing that Lex secretly loved the next part of their anniversary ritual. "I'm glad you don't like to share."

"Me too."

He wasn't deceived by the gruff tone of Lex's voice, wrapping his arms tighter around the lean body instead. It made him tingly and warm inside to know that only he was allowed to read beyond the hardened Lex Luthor exterior. Just that fact alone was enough to assure him that certain parts of Lex could never be lost.

Mostly because all the really important parts... belonged to Clark.