^S^

Hands. That's the one thing about Lex that always turns me on. It's amazing how talented his hands are- what they can do, how graceful they are without him being limp-wristed. His hands turn me on. Long fingers, strong, capable. When he talks and gestures with his hands my eyes get caught and pretty soon, my mind is mush.

I think that was when he first realized that I had more feelings for him than just "friendship". I knew we'd always be friends, and he did too. He's the one that said it first. But I had been feeling other things for him for ages. Seemed like forever. Not exactly at the riverbank, but pretty close. I was too stunned then to realize.

Definitely not something to discuss with Dad.

We were sitting one night on the floor in his "game room". He calls it a game-room, I call it a big techno-geek altar.

He was going on about some historical relevant fact that went along with the movie we were watching. It was Jean Reno in "Leon" (what us poor Americans knew as "The Professional"), one of his favorites. He's waving his hands and going on about something. The words were meaningless, but I heard the voice. I was too busy watching his hands.

There were pillows and couch cushions all around us, so the one in my lap wasn't out of place. I was hoping he wouldn't notice how there were times when I clung to it. I mean, hey, I'm fifteen. I can't control when I get turned-on

I guess my eyes must have glazed over and my mouth was probably open. I don't remember. God, I hope I wasn't drooling! I know I had the pillow clutched pretty tightly in my lap.

"Clark?" Lex had stopped his lecture, hands dropping down to his thighs. My eyes followed. He said my name again, a little more strident this time, "Clark."

I blinked, raised my gaze and then I blushed. *Oh, shit!*

"Uhm, yes Lex?" I replied ever so charmingly. *No, really. Hey, this is my story. Be quiet.*

He raised his hands. I blinked hard, trying to keep my eyes on his face.

He lowered his hands, flung his arms outward. I broke into a sweat.

"Clark," He smirked. He settled his hands in his lap. Over his, uhm, crotch. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"I'm hungry. Can we have dinner now?"

^S^

The next time he got suspicious was when my parents let me spend the day with him in the city. He pulled into our yard driving one of his cars that cost more money than I'll ever make in my life. On his hands he wore leather driving gloves.

As soon as I got in the car and he revved the engine, I knew I was in trouble. I was going to keep my backpack in my lap, but he said to throw it in the back.

I know how to control stuff. You know, being alien, I have these extra abilities. I can control my x-ray vision. I can control starting things on fire. I can control my strength. I can control my super-hearing.

The one thing I really have to work on is, well my baser instincts.

You know all I have to do to get hard at night when I'm alone in bed at night? I think of Lex. I get his voice going in my head then I visualize his hands. Just motioning or for something really erotic, touching me.

So here I am stuck in a car not built for a guy with legs as long as mine, with sexy Lex sitting right beside me with *leather gloves* on his hands and the engine revving going straight to my groin.

He played really loud music all the way to Met. The windows and the sun roof stayed open until we got closer to the city and the traffic picked up. Then we got sealed in and he turned on the a/c. He turned the music down for a moment, long enough to say, "Let me know if you get hot."

*Lex. I'm hot. I've been hot since you picked me up. I don't think the a/c is going to help me.*

When we got out of the car at the LuthorCorp building, my knees were weak and my legs were rubbery. I dropped my backpack twice. Lex just looked at me and smirked. I pretended that there was no bulge in my jeans. If I ignore and if I don't look down, it doesn't exist right?

*Yeah, right, Kent. You're walking like you've got a tree stump stuck in your zipper and Lex isn't going to notice that?*

We spent maybe an hour in his office, and then we headed off to a baseball game. Then we checked out an art gallery where a friend of his from -okay, I don't understand where they met and Lex smirked when I asked- has a showing. The paintings were Well, let's just say I'm not telling my parents. As far as they're concerned, they were lovely floral still lifes.

"Clark your eyes are going to pop out of your head." Lex teased one time, catching me staring at one of the more complex paintings.

"I didn't-. I don't-." I stammered. I blushed. I walked outside and waited for him.

We went to dinner and for once in my life, I had no appetite. I kept thinking about the drive home. Lex. Car. Leather gloves.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom.

No, I didn't *you know*. *That.* I was hard enough. But I didn't. I held myself and whispered, "Not now, not now." I promised myself that when I got home, I would take care of things. I would make it up to my body.

Did my body believe me? No. But I didn't, erm, relieve the pressure any.

When I got back to our table, Lex had paid and take home boxes were waiting for us. I didn't think a place like this would have take home boxes, but maybe Lex had been insistent. He can do that and people act like he's the one doing them a favor.

The drive home was long and painful.

Lex. Car. Leather gloves.

I reached back for my bag, and there are his gloves laying carelessly on the console between the two seats. Oh my. They taunted me. Lex had the boxes, and his back was to me as he walked towards the house.

"Hurry up, Clark."

Yes, sir, Mr. Luthor, sir.

He came inside and handed the take-home boxes over to my mom. They talked for a little bit. My dad grunted amiably a couple times. Then Lex left.

I chatted with my parents, going on about the nice floral still lifes and Lex's artist friend from private school. After thirty minutes, I excused myself - it was late. I wasn't really surprised that my parents were still up considering, but it was late for them too.

I took a shower. I put my sweats and t-shirt on, and I lay in bed. I waited for an hour before I pulled the leather gloves out from under my pillow. That's when I showed my body who's boss. *ggrr* I stroked myself, I touched, and I dreamed of Lex.

Okay, I'm not good at this, but I'll try. Maybe kind of like a writing exercise. For a really strange English class
So, okay, we're in his car. I'm just Clark and he's just Lex and there's nothing big and heavy hanging over our heads. The top is down, the wind is blowing my hair and Lex has his dark shades on and he looks at me and grins.

His shirt is open all the way. Purple silk. Leather driving gloves. He strokes his chest, scratches it nonchalantly.

Since this is my dream, I can do and say what I want, right?

So, I yank my t-shirt off and go to throw it in the back- it's not a seat, just an alcove to shove stuff. I miss, and the shirt flies off the back end of the car. Lex laughs.

I reach over and stroke his chest, pinch his nipples. I lean over and kiss his belly button. He touches my head, trying to press me down further, but I pull back.

"Not yet."

I lean back in my seat, raise my arms over my head and just let the wind caress me. My pants are too tight and my feet are hot. I strip my jeans and briefs off, toe off my sneakers and socks. Lex is growling.

I enjoy the wind for a bit, lazily touching my dick and opening my legs as wide as they will go in the car. I shift and hook one leg out the window, over the side-view mirror.

Lex reaches over and strokes his leather gloved hand up my left thigh. He's growling, "Mine."

I laugh, starting to pump my cock more determinedly. I touch his bald head with my left hand. My fingers play with his lips and he nips at my fingers.

"Do me too." He undoes his pants with the gloved hand he momentarily removed from my thigh and pulls out his sleek dick. The head is already wet. He shoves my hand down.

So I'm pumping us both at the same time. The car is going really fast, almost as fast as I can run. The music is really loud, dance energy stuff that he likes from his clubbing days. I think it's the Chemical Brothers and the beat seems to be chanting, "do me Lex, do me Lex."

"Harder." He growls, leaning to bite my arm. It makes me laugh. I tighten my grip on both our cocks. I do a little twist-turn on the upward stroke. His hips are lifting up off the seat with each of his thrusts into my hand.

"Almost, almost." He hisses. "Harder, Clark."

So when I pull up, I yank on his cock a bit -and mine too. Sometimes I like it hard and rough. Sometimes it's like hard is the only way I can feel things.

Down, shove, twist hard, up, twist, push my thumbs against the heads, and yank.

"Now" Lex screams, arms in the air, neck and back arched, and he comes all over the steering wheel and my hand.

I come, too. Powerful shudders, the car vibrates with the tremors from my body. My come goes all over the window and the dashboard. My foot snaps off the side-view mirror. Yeah, baby.

I made quite a mess. I think I got an "A". My mattress has shifted and my pillow is on the floor. God, I hope my parents didn't hear me!

No matter how I oiled and used leather cleaner on those gloves, I could never get the smell of, uhm, "me" out of them. So I just kept them. (In a drawer by my bed.)

^S^

Life got busy for a while as it does around Smallville. There were a couple really tough mutants to track and handle. Then finals in school and -at last- summer break. Lex was gone on some trip for his dad for nearly two weeks. It felt like an eternity. He was only able to call me once, but he did send me email almost every day.

When he came back, he called and we arranged a movie night. My parents gave their blessing.

Though you know, I think they were acting kind of funny. Almost as if they were glad to get rid of me and shove me off on Lex. When I commented on it to Lex, he laughed. Somehow I had the feeling that I was missing the key part of the joke

But that night with Lex- that's when it all hit.

He met me at the door. He had mittens on. Yes, really. Mittens. When he answered the front door. Black wool and fuzzy. Mittens! Something inside of me freaked. He had his hands covered!

"My hands are cold." He shrugged and walked -hell, sauntered- up the stairs to his "game room".

His feet were bare. He had a loose knit pale gray sweater on, and dark gray slacks. Of course the mittens would have too match.

Like a dead man being led to I don't know, slaughter. I followed.

We watched some foreign movie. I have no idea what language it was much less the subject of their angst. There was popcorn, gourmet hamburgers - Lex's cook does not do simple, basic hamburgers. My mom had sent cookies. It all tasted the same to me.

"Something wrong, Clark?" Lex asked me, his lips were just on the edge of smirking.

"I took them." I blurted out. *What a maroon.*

"Took what?" He arched one of those smooth, hairless, sexy eyebrows at me. Lex doesn't do innocent, okay? He knew exactly what I meant.

"Your leather driving gloves." I gulped. "You won't want them back. I'll buy you a new pair."

"What makes you think I wouldn't want them back?" Now he was smirking. Full-on smirking. I was so doomed. "What did you do with them?"

I can say from experience that you cannot spontaneously combust from blushing. Lex has tried hard to make me but I've always survived.

I stared at him.

"Clark?"

"You know."

"I know what?"

"What I did. You just want to make me say it."

"Yes, Clark. I do. I want us to be open and precise about what you did with *my* leather driving gloves." Now he was serious, smirk gone.

"I have a thing for your hands."

"I noticed." He wiggled his wool covered fingers.

"That's really mean." I pouted.

"Suck in the lip, Kent and tell me what you did with my leather gloves."

"Okay, fine. You want me to stay it, I'll say it." I stood. I fumed. I gritted my teeth and said the words. "I masturbated with them. Jacked off. Whacked off. Wanked. Choked the chicken. Jerked off. Whatever you wanna call it. I love the smell of leather and your scent and your hands and I"

Lex stood up and walked over to me. He very slowly removed the mittens. Kind of like a mitten strip show. He wiggled his fingers at me. I swallowed nervously.

"Is it just my hands? Or are there other parts of me that you like?" He used both hands to stroke his scalp. He straightened his shirt. Then he reached over and brushed a hand down my chest. "Are you saying you're gay, Clark?"

"I like all of you." I admitted. I was doomed, what the hell.

"Are you gay?"

"I think so. But I'm not sure, cause because it's just you. I've never really liked any other guy before." This was true. I never noticed guys before Lex. After Lex, I surreptitiously looked, wondering. No one had turned me on and drove me nuts like Lex.

"What about Lana?"

Sure, he just had to bring her up.

"I never had a thing for Lana's hands." I frowned a little. "Look, she was my first crush. I've known her almost all my life. I'd have to be dead to not notice Lana."

"True." He nodded. There was some light in his eyes. I couldn't figure it out then.

"Look," I sighed. "I don't expect you to feel the same way for me. I've never seen you with a guy so I figure you're straight. This will probably make things weird between us, and I don't want it too. We can still be friends, can't we?"

"I chew my nails."

"I noticed."

"I've done things in my past My father has kept a record"

"I don't care." I shrugged. I didn't care. I still don't.

"Sometimes I like to dress up as a woman."

Whew! Brilliant red -me.

Lex. In a skirt? High heels. Those hands? Long red nails. Oh god! I nearly came on the spot.

"Clark?" He tilted his head, gazing up at me.

I swallowed nervously, my body vibrating.

"For some reason." I choked. "The thought of you" I waved a hand. "Wow."

"Excuse me?" He smiled. *Blink those pretty eyes at me, rich boy.*

"Skirt. You. Nails. Heels." I refused to let myself think of lacey things.

Lex looked down at my crotch. I moaned. I don't admit that easily, but I'm trying to be honest here, okay? I, Clark Kent, moaned.

"My goodness." Lex blinked. He raised one hand, and tapped his bottom lip with one finger. "Clark, I think you have some kinks."

I looked at him. I blinked. I don't think I could have gotten any redder or felt any more embarrassed than I was at that moment. Of course, Lex has taught me otherwise since.

"Duh." Yes, that was my witty repartee.

Lex laughed. Really, really laughed. This isn't something that happens often. Then he grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me hard on the lips. There was even some tongue. His, I was too stunned. I held on and tried to swallow him.

"I want you to know that I'm going to be possessive of you." He stepped back, letting go of my face. "I won't share you. Can you handle that?"

Swallow. Blink. Words? I'm supposed to form words?

"Will you wear a dress for me?" I croaked. I'm surprised he understood what I said. And excuse me psyche, but where the hell did *that* come from??!

"Yes." He whispered the word, leaning towards me a little.

His left hand plucked at the sleeve of my flannel shirt. His right hand fussed with my collar. He used both hands to straighten his own shirt.

"Yes." I groaned back at him. "But what about"

"We'll have to be careful." He used his right hand to brush the hair off my forehead. Only the tips of his fingertips touched me, but it burned.

"Lex."

"We'll have to be circumspect in public." You know what he did next? He cupped my crotch, thank you very much! It made me squeak. Yes, I admit that and even as I admit it, I can feel myself blushing.

I think something like "guggle" was my response. My intellect, if I ever had one, was gone.

"No touching beyond what friends would do. No holding hands, no kissing. No eye-fucking."

"Eye guggle." He was stroking me through my jeans.

"Yes, eye-fucking. That thing that you do when you watch my hands and imagine them doing something like this." His free hand was now working its way up under my t-shirt, skimming across my skin, and there

"Guggle-geeeek!" Nipple.

I've kissed a few girls in my time. No, not a lot. Shut up. But I never made out or got groped or groped anyone. Female or other. Not really. So, you know, big virgin here.

Electricity from my nipple -the left one- went right to my groin. The place where his other hand was busy. Massage, massage, squeeze, press.

Okay, so I hadn't really ever had a partner before. I thought of particular people -yes, Lana at first, but Lex had been the leading actor in my fantasies for ages- but never, you know. Touching, skin you know. Big virgin, right? Yeah, I'm surprised sometimes that there isn't a neon sign stuck to my forehead announcing, "Yooo-whooo! Over HERE! Geeky, gay alien virgin!". But maybe that's what my blushing does?

Well, I came. My body went into shock, I started vibrating, squeezed my eyes shut real tight. And I came. In my jeans.

Lex helped me down to the floor. I lay there like a big plop of jelly. Boneless, beyond being horrified.

There were noises. Rustling sounds. Lex removed my shoes. I remember feeling helpless. He unsnapped and unzipped my jeans and peeled them down. And then... and then

Well, there's no polite way to say this: he licked me clean.

That was just I just never imagined anyone doing that. I always cleaned up with what was handy. T-shirt, tissues. I never even tasted my own you know before.

So I started coming back to consciousness and getting some bones back in my body, and I looked down at Lex licking his way up my body and I nearly died. He was you know. Naked.

I reached down and touched his shoulder. He was leaning over me, licking me like some big cat, and then he raised his head. Our eyes met.

There were so many emotions brimming over in his gaze. I mean, it was just overwhelming. I never thought, in my wildest fantasies, that he would really want *me*. Lex Luthor? Billionaire heir? Super-genius?

So what did I blurt out right then?

"I love you." No.

"Guggle." No.

I said in a very clear voice, "Lex, I'm an alien. I came in a small spaceship with the meteors. We have it hidden in a cellar on the farm. I have special abilities. Will you touch me? you know. Down there."

There's a pause. Lex blinks a couple times, licks his lips. He glances down at my body and back up at my face.

What did he say?

"I hate you. Get out." No.

"Can I cut you up and study you?" No.

He said, "Clark, baby. If you want me to do something, you have to say the words." He kissed between my pecs. "We're adults here. You're sixteen. You can say the words. I give you permission." He blew -blew- on my right nipple. I shivered all over.

Since I was beyond speech at the moment, he continued the conversation.

"Like, 'Lex, I want you to rim me.' Or, 'Lex, I want you to fuck me.' Or 'Lex, I want you to suck me off.'" He leaned back on his haunches, hands on his thighs. His cock was like and dripping. "For example: I'm really hard, Clark. I've wanted you for a long time. Would you please touch my cock? Jack me off like you would yourself. Please."

Even now I remember how he added that "please" at the end.

"Please?" I repeated the word, stunned. "I just said I'm an alien."

"I heard you." Lex nodded. "We'll talk about it some other time, okay? Right now, I have other things on my mind Or," he glanced down at himself, "my dick."

Uhm, yeah.

I can't believe that I did it, but I reached up and took hold of his cock and gave it a test, erm, stroke. That sure got a moan out of him.

His skin feels Well, it feels good. Like mine but different. Hairless, of course. He's hairless all over. He's got a lot more muscle than people think, you know, cause he's always wearing suits and dress shirts. People in Smallville haven't seen him like I have working out or uhm, well, like this.

His his penis. It's hard and hot and silky. My fingers got all wet and sticky from his

"That's cum, Clark. Ejaculate. Jizz." Lex grins, leaning down over me. Having seen me make a face at my sticky fingers.

"Yeah, I know." I swallow nervously. His hips are moving, making him thrust into my hand. Wow.

He snaps down, quick like a cat, and bites my chin. Ye-ow! I'm getting hard again, already.

He chuckles.

Okay, learning a lot about myself tonight.

"Tighter, Clark. And run your thumb over the head." He closed his eyes as I changed my grip.

*"Harder, Clark."* Yeah, I knew that one. Twist-turn, push down.

He purred. "Yesss like that."

So when I had I started thinking of Lex as a cat?

Who the hell cares? We were naked and touching and it felt really, really good.

His spine arched, head went back, and he was clearly close to the edge. He did this whole body shudder, his head dropping forward as he came.

All over me, and I even got some stuff on my face. He didn't breathe for a long time and then he shuddered again, dragging in a breath.

"Clark." His whisper caught with hisses and groans. I looked up at him, his eyes on my face. He smiled raggedly, dripped sweat on me. Then he sort of sank down on top of me, his face burying into my neck, and he went totally boneless, shivering just a little.

I wrapped my arms around him, and kind of - well I didn't know what to do with my hand that's all gross, but I figured, what the hell. I rubbed his back anyway. All's fair in love and sex, right?

I got his stuff on my face anyway. I can smell it, feel it and I wonder what to do. Some is by my upper lip.

Should I? Sounds gross, thinking about licking his stuff- come- off my face, but I licked before I even realized I'd decided to try and

Wow! Lex-taste burst across my tongue and zapped through my body.

Uhm. Yum.

^S^

The next day after my chores are done, I'm allowed to go and visit Lex. I'm kind of worried because he never said anything more last night about my confession. Some people are at the castle when I get there, but Enrique has me come inside anyway.

"Mr. Luthor said to send you up to the game room to wait for him. He should not be much longer." The butler explains to me. "Would you like something to drink while you wait?"

"No, thank you." I shake my head and then at a nod from Enrique, I head upstairs. There's a box sitting on a chair near the door, the Fed Ex label emblazoned on the side. I don't read the label and I don't scan the box with x-ray vision. That's kind of a dangerous thing to do around here.

I keep myself busy by going through Lex's cd collection. Everything is in alphabetical order by artist. I know this is just part of his massive music collection. He has a room full of vinyl records that he's been going through himself and entering into a database. I checked one of the records online, some guy called Paul Robeson, and if I read the info right that record alone is worth thousands of dollars. Kind of stunning for a guy like me.

"Clark." I half-jump and turn. He's standing a few feet behind me, smiling, hands in his pockets.

"Lex, I didn't hear you." I blush a little, remembering things we did last night. He knows that's what I'm blushing about, I can tell.

"Any regrets?" He asks, tilting his head, listening to me with his whole body.

I smiled.

"Yeah."

He frowns.

"I regret that I had to leave at midnight and go home." I walk over to him, and bravely, give him a quick, light kiss. But then I couldn't resist, and swipe my tongue over his bottom lip. "You?"

He licked his lips. "No, Clark. I don't. But I want you to make sure this is what you want, and that I'm not coercing you"

I flinched, stepping back. Talk about a chill pill!

"I'm not a child, Lex-" I start out, angry.

"Thank god." He smirked. Right in the middle of my anger, he smirks. Looks down my body. "I've never wanted to go to prison for pedophilia."

"What is with you?" I fling my hands up in the air. "Did I act forced last night? Didn't I say 'yes, please, Lex, more'?"

"We have to be careful. If your parents disapprove, they can cause a lot of trouble." He stepped towards me, drawing a hand out of his pocket, and holding it out to me. "My father could use this not only against me, but you and your family as well. You have to ask yourself, Clark - is our relationship- is our physical pleasure important enough?"

I stared at him. I saw his hand. I knew what he was talking about.

"Don't forget the whole alien thing. I wasn't making that up."

"I know."

He waited.

Finally, I asked him, "Could you live without me?"

He blinked, lips tight.

"No kissing, no touching - even in hiding. Never again what we had last night and not even the thought of more. Just never again. I know I'm young -and you are too- but I know how I feel about you, Lex." I paused, swallowing. "So, can you live without me?"

He answered me then. Stepping closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, laying his head on my chest. He said one word.

"No."

^S^

It's Saturday afternoon now, and we're lying on his bed. Yes, naked.

The summer has turned really hot, baking the earth and everything else. My dad has been really stressed about it, worrying about the water levels, the cows, the crops.

Friday nights are kind of our "date night" except last night wasn't. Just as I was getting ready to leave, my dad decided it was time for us to have a talk. I could tell it wasn't going to be a good one. Mom was standing there with her hands twisted up in a dish towel, and her lips pursed very unhappily. This means that whatever he wants to tell me, she doesn't agree to. I know instinctively it's going to be about Lex.

So I did something that I've never done before. I talked before he could start.

"I'm going to Lex's. You're not going to ruin my evening. If you want to argue about my being in love with Lex, then that can wait until morning. Good night."

I turned, shouldered my backpack, and left. Using a little bit of my super-hearing, I heard my dad say, "Martha? What the hell just happened?"

My mom didn't say anything.

When I got to the castle, I noticed Lionel's limo out front. He had since moved back to the city, and we were glad to have him gone. But he still came back for his ill-timed and totally unwanted visits.

*Should I go in? Should I wait in the shadows?*

I slipped around close to his office, and tuned in with super-hearing.

"Go ahead." I heard Lex.

"Alexander, don't be-"

"I said, go ahead. Publish those pictures. Send them to his parents. Go ahead. The world will be fascinated by two young men masturbating in a car in the middle of a dried up corn field. Wow."

"You think you can run for president with a prison record?" Lionel snorted. *The guy gives me the creeps.*

"Clark is sixteen. That's age of consent in Kansas."

"Oh, Lex. I have more on you than just the farm boy."

"We're well aware of that, Mr. Luthor." I commented as I stepped into the office from the French windows. Lionel jumped a little but Lex didn't move a muscle. I walked over and stood beside Lex's chair. "Seems to me, that's kind of like cutting off your nose to spite your face. If Lex is sent to prison, who will be your heir?"

"Or do you have someone else hiding in the wings?" Lex cocked his head.

Lionel left, fuming. The rest of the evening was mostly Lex worrying about what his dad was going to do in retaliation. We discussed contingency plans. We sat silently side by side for a long time. I went home about eleven feeling very depressed and very old.

^S^

After chores this morning, I stopped in front of my dad and stared at him, waiting.

"What?" He growls at me.

"The lecture from last night. Lex had to put up with one from his dad. I figured it was my turn."

"I suppose you think fucking another guy makes you a man now?" He snorted.

"No, sir." I shook my head. My face was red from anger, not embarrassment. "We don't fuck. Lex says we should wait for that. Mostly we just masturbate together."

He blinked. His lips moved but no sound came out.

"I haven't given him head yet, either. I'm working up to it. But I definitely like the way he tastes. Have you ever gone down on Mom?"

He turned and walked away.

^S^

So, we're in Lex's big bed in the castle. Soft Egyptian cotton sheets. Gentle instrumental music playing in the background. The a/c is on, but it's not that cold. I can tell by watching Lex's body. It's all laid out here before me, no clothing or coverings in my way. And no, I'm not using x-ray vision.

"Lex, do you ever get the idea that we're in a really bad gay version of Romeo and Juliet?" I ask Lex as I roll over onto my side.

"The thought did cross my mind this morning." He turns his head a little and smiles up at me. His eyes are still closed. Sometimes I think he has x-ray vision.

"If your father" I'm worried about what Lionel might do to hurt my my Lex. Lover? That sounds weird.

"Clark." He reaches up and lays his hand over my mouth. "Let's leave our parents out of the bedroom, okay? I'm sure your mouth could be doing much more interesting things on my body."

"Okay." I push his legs apart, and settle down between them on my stomach. I curl my left arm under his right thigh, and kind of lean my head there. His cock is mildly interested, but he hasn't started dripping pre-cum yet.

"You don't have to take me in your mouth." Lex warns, looking down his body at me.

"I want to, Lex. You do it for me, and you really seem to enjoy it. You do, don't you?" I frown at him. What if he is faking that?

"Yes, Clark." He chuckles, his belly jiggling. "I love sucking you. I've dreamed about it since the day you saved me at the river."

"You're such a pervert." I chuckle, and I stroke his penis with my fingertips. My fingertips trail up his cock, around his belly button, and back. His body is getting more interested. "But youre my pervert. Got that, pretty boy?"

Lex chuckles again at me. I'm glad I'm amusing.

"Yes, Clark." He sighs.

Okay, this is it, Kent. I move my head forward a bit and give the tip of his cock a lick. I hear him suck in his breath. The flavor of Lex bursts across my tongue. I close my eyes and I just let the flavor go.

I lick, try to swirl my tongue around a little -it's awkward, and I try to think of how I lick a Popsicle. I know I like it when his tongue probes my slit, so I try that. He's gasping again.

"Lex, you'll tell me if I do something wrong, right?"

"Guggle."

"Smart ass."

He laughs.

I stiffen my tongue and probe the slit some more. It's kind of a bitter flavor, but very Lex. I wrap my fingers around his cock, holding it loosely, working my hand up and down a little. Pre-cum has started to form a little. Lick.

"If your pre-cum had a specific color, you know, like, associated to it, it would be purple." Did I say that out loud?

Lex's intelligent response: "Mmmgug."

Okay, if he can't form real words, I must be doing good.

I wiggle my hips a little, pressing my own cock into the mattress. It feels good, this feels good. Too bad we can't stay naked in bed forever. Maybe when we're older, we can go on some getaway thing, and just spend the entire time in a bed in a hotel.

"Quit daydreaming down there and get to work." He smacks the top of my head. For that, I nip the inside of his right thigh. Of course, he likes that. His cock is getting thicker, and more pre-cum is beading out the tip. Oops.

I lick some more, suckle on the head of his cock like I used to do on popsicles. You know, I won't ever be able to have a Popsicle again and not think of this

There's his hairless balls. You know what's funny? His balls are actually bigger than mine. But my cock is longer!

I sniff his balls I like the Lex scent. I give them a tentative lick. Lex actually shudders at this what ho?

"What ho?" Guess I said that out loud. He pants at me, hitching his left leg up higher, giving me more room to play.

"Hey, you're the one with the funny movie collection." To which I add a raspberry blow against his right testicle. His back arches off the bed, and fingers clench in my hair. I lift his cock up, press my face in to the base between it and his balls and blow another raspberry.

He shouts. "Fucking farm boy!"

"Lex." I sigh, going back to licking. "We discussed that, remember? No fucking until I'm eighteen."

"I. May. Not. Be. Able. To. Wait."

I lick the length of his cock, and pre-cum is drooling out of the slit regularly now. I suck on the head, and well, what the hell, suck the head into my mouth a bit. Mmmm. Purple everywhere.

"Clark." Lex jiggles my head with his hand-hold on my hair.

"Yeah, baby?" I ask, pulling my mouth off his cock.

"I'd like it if you used a finger, and teased my asshole." He leans up a little to say this. I see how his nipples are all puckered up. His face is flushed and man, he is sweating.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not saying you have to stick your finger in, just tease it. I like that, it feels good."

"Okay."

So I lick my right middle finger, spread his butt cheeks and press my finger in against his hole. It's this little red, puckery thing. I can't imagine sticking my penis in there that would really have to hurt.

"It doesn't, trust me. I like pain on occasion, but when it's done right. Fucking is fantastic. Trust me on this, Clark. You haven't had your prostate massaged yet."

I think he's telepathic, too. I swear I'm not saying anything out loud.

"Your mouth is falling down on the job, Kent." I am reminded of my other responsibilities.

I lick, wiggle my finger. I slurp, rub my fingertip against his hole. He is breathing harder. His right leg pulled up as far as I'll let it. His left foot somehow ends up planted against my right shoulder.

Lick, press, suck, stroke.

His body is twitching pretty good now. His foot pushing into my shoulder, and it's a good thing I have this super strength. He's mumbling, saying my name. One hand is holding onto the headboard and the other hand is in my hair.

I don't know where this idea comes from, but I push my face down and give his hole a lick. I jerk my head back, realizing what I've just done.

"C-clark!"

Tastes good, it's not gross. Okay. So now I do:

lick, suck, lick, stroke,

He comes when I have the head of his cock in my mouth and my middle finger half inside him. His body shudders and spasms like he's having a stroke. His come is shooting down my throat and I just keep swallowing. I love how he tastes.

I love Lex.

"I love you, Lex." I whisper as I crawl up his body and settle down around him. My hard cock presses into his side, but I know he'll take care of that later. He wraps around me, nuzzling his face into my neck, licking and nibbling and kissing me.

He sighs heavily, his breathing calming down and his body settles against me. He leans up weakly on an elbow and looks at me.

"I love you, too, Clark. I hope you never regret it."

"I'll never regret it, Lex." My eyes prickle. I am *not* going to cry. "I hope you never regret me."

You know what he replies?

He smirks at me and says, "Guggle."

"Bastard."

"Slut."

"Mine."

"Yes."

I doze off listening to him falling asleep. Life is rough, and all that. But sometimes, you know? Life is just good.