Author: GothGirl
Title: This and That
Series: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Thanks to Lolita Luthor, Alee and MOSS. You are amazing. You know I love you.
Disclaimer: Smallville and its characters are owned by DC Comics, Warner Brothers, Tollin/Robbins and Millar/Gough Ink. I'm just playing.
Summary/challenge: Clark gets drunk for the first time and makes an eye-opening confession.

(A pairing of your choosing get drunk (one or both) and lets slip some
truths they hadn't mentioned before. They end up having sex, but the
next day - forgets all about it. Or did they?)
Part of the Cliché Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/Cliched/index.htm
Feedback: gothgirl@connection.com
Author's notes: This is dedicated to Philtre who wanted a drunken Clark story.

This and That

His hands were numb and he could not remember why he was here. When he tried to sit up, his head felt light and his arms tingled.

Clark liked that.

He finally managed to get himself upright, and waved at a couple walking toward him. They looked confused and seemed to be saying something. Clark just smiled. The pounding in his head turned out to be music from a nearby house.

Somebody nudged his leg and Clark looked up into Chloe’s worried face.

“What the hell are you doing sitting in the middle of the street?” Chloe said. A blond guy, who looked very much like Whitney, had an arm wrapped around Chloe’s waist.

Clark squinted up at the two. He burst into fits of laughter and fell back.

“Just leave him,” the guy said.

Clark cleared his throat and jumped up so suddenly that Chloe stepped back and almost lost her balance.

“What are you doing here, Whitney?” Clark asked as he leaned forward. “I thought you were dead. D. E. D. Dead. As in caput?” Clark swayed and almost fell over.

“Geez, you’re shit-faced, Clark,” Chloe pronounced disgustedly. The blond yanked at Chloe and tried to pull her away from Clark.

Clark nodded vigorously and almost fell over again. He grinned like an idiot and managed to stay upright. “Yup, I needed an outlet.”  He brushed at the sleeve of his red flannel shirt then flung his arms wide.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk,” Chloe said with a concerned look.

Her date groaned and tugged at Chloe again. “Come on, he’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be fine,” Clark flapped his arms and jumped in the air. “See, I’ll just fly home.” Clark laughed so loud that some other people spilling out of the house party turned to look.

“I’d better get you home,” Chloe untangled her arms from her date and pulled a cell phone from her bag. She flipped it open.

“I can take care of myself,” Clark said with a harsh tone. He glared down at his friend and crossed his arms in defiance of his inebriated condition.

Chloe pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. She didn’t look convinced. “Maybe I should call somebody to come get you.”

“I already have somebody coming to get me,” Clark said with a snarl.

Chloe’s date nudged her.

“Back off, Whitney-looking guy,” Clark shouted. He advanced on the guy, who responded by backing away.

“Okay, whoa Clark, that’s enough,” Chloe said with an outstretched hand.

Clark grinned and leaned into her hand. Chloe looked on in horror as her friend nuzzled her hand and hummed. For his part, her date huffed and crossed his arms.

The purr of a well-maintained engine interrupted them. Chloe sighed with relief as she turned to see the gray Porsche pull up behind them.

Clark stepped back immediately and held his arms up. “Le—ex,” he drew out the single syllable name. With outstretched arms Clark wobbled over to the car and leaned into the driver side door. “Hi,” he said with a big grin. Clark folded an arm and made to lean against the roof, only the car had no roof to lean against. He fell unceremoniously into the car and bumped his elbow against Lex’s shoulder.

“Ouch, Clark. What the hell? Are you drunk?” Lex pushed his friend away and opened the car door. Clark stepped away from the car with a grand flourish and held the open door for his friend.

Innocent wide eyes gazed at Lex. “Me? Never!” Clark said with a straight face. His voice echoed sincerity. Seconds later Clark doubled over in fits of laughter. He clutched at his stomach and slapped the door of the car shut just as Lex jumped out of the way.

“Watch it; I’d hate to be killed by my own car.”

“I’d save you,” Clark said with a grin.

Chloe was shaking her head and already walking off with her boyfriend. "Bye guys," she called out.

Clark turned just as they were stepping onto the sidewalk. “Bye Chloe, bye Whitney guy,” Clark called out. He waved his hands empathically in the air and jumped up and down.

Beside him, Lex groaned and leaned into his car. He waited patiently for Clark to finish making a fool of him. When Clark realized this, he stopped his antics and smiled broadly at Lex.

“Hi,” he said cheerfully.

“Let’s get you home.” Lex shook his head and turned to get into his car.

“Yeah, mom and dad are pro’ly, probable-ly. Blah, talking, take-two: they will miss me,” Clark said as he nodded his head.

“Get in.” Lex’s tone was filled with exasperation. Clark stepped closer and pressed Lex against the car.

"Um. Clark?"

"Yeah?"

“It’s going to be hard for me to get in the car with you so close.”

“Sorry,” Clark said as he backed off. He swung his arms and stumbled back, away from Lex. “Can I drive?” he asked with a huge grin.

“No, and don’t you dare get sick in my car,” Lex retorted immediately. He climbed into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. With a shake of his head, he watched as Clark navigated around the vehicle and managed to make it to the passenger side without falling over.

As Clark tumbled into the seat and shut the door, Lex started the engine.

“Buckle up,” Lex said.

***

“I can’t take you home like this,” Lex said as he pulled up to the mansion.

“Okay,” Clark agreed. He was leaning into Lex’s shoulder and staring up at him through dark, damp lashes.  He’d been leaning into Lex for most of the ride and no matter how many times Lex pushed the drunken boy away, Clark always fell back into the same position.

Lex pushed him away again and climbed out of the car. For a minute he thought he was going to have to go in after Clark but, finally, the passenger door opened and long, black-denim-clad legs uncurled. Lex looked down at his inebriated friend and shook his head. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the big smile Clark had plastered on his face.

Clark pushed up against the doorframe and stood. He almost managed to keep his balance, but then ruined the effect by falling forward into Lex. Big hands grabbed at Lex’s arms and the two of them went tumbling backwards. Clark quickly threw his arms around Lex and spun them so that Lex fell on top of Clark.

Lex grunted as they hit the driveway. His knee slammed into Clark’s leg and Lex clenched his teeth to stop himself from crying out.

“Oh, shoot, Lex, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” Hands flew over Lex’s arms and chest, presumably checking for injury. Lex slapped them away and struggled to get up. Clark had other plans. Lex frowned when he distinctly felt a hand squeeze his ass.

Lex pushed himself to his elbows and found a leering Clark staring up at him. He chose to ignore this. When he was back to an upright position, he held a hand out to help Clark up.

“Come on, let's get you to bed,” Lex mumbled.

Clark grinned brightly and followed Lex into the castle. Lex showed Clark up to a guest room and left him there.

Down in the den, Lex sat with a brandy, looking up at the ceiling as if he could see into the room into which he’d deposited his charge. Lex had never seen his friend drunk before, and it was hard to reconcile the image he had carried all these years of his best friend with the intoxicated man he had left in the guest room.

Clark was supposed to be the straight, calm, and reasoning force in Lex’s life. Clark was always so sober and reliable, and Lex could always count on him. Yet tonight, a very drunk Clark had called Lex in the middle of the night and begged him to come get him.

It wasn’t as if Lex expected Clark to never try ‘things,' especially now that Clark was about to start at the university. Lex clearly remembered his own years of higher education, the long weeks of endless parties that usually culminated in a night of sex with whomever he had taken home that evening. The thought that maybe Clark would one day experience the same things soured the taste of the brandy.

The ringing of the telephone shattered the quiet echo of the room. Lex sighed and stood to answer it. He checked his watch to discover it was almost three in the morning. It was Mrs. Kent.

After Lex had assured her that Clark was fine, he ducked into the kitchen for an apple. He returned to the den to find Clark lounging on the leather sofa with a glass in his hand.

Clark gulped the liquid and smacked his lips. “Wow that has a much stronger kick than beer.”

Lex quickly snatched the glass from Clark’s hand, though it was pointless since the glass was already empty.

Clark threw his head back and breathed a heavy sigh.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping it off.” Lex glared. Clark had come down wearing only his blue jeans. His shirt and socks had ended up elsewhere, and the size of Clark’s feet did not escape Lex’s notice. He swallowed hard, and took in the long, slender, lounging frame. Clark was stretching his arms above his head, causing his jeans to ride low. Lex noticed that the top button on Clark’s jeans was undone.

If Lex didn't know his friend better, he would say Clark was doing it on purpose.

Clark smiled up at him. His eyes traveled the length of Lex’s body and came to rest at Lex’s face. Clark fluttered his eyes and licked his lips.

It wasn’t Lex’s imagination. His friend was flirting.

“Is there something you wanted to say, Clark?”

“Sure,” Clark said as he sat up. “Could we take this to your bedroom? I want to lie down.”

Lex caught himself nodding. He wondered if this would be the perfect opportunity to gather information about the secret he knew Clark hid so poorly. But he knew that if he won Clark’s secrets while his friend was intoxicated, he would never forgive himself.

Lex stepped back as Clark jumped up and grabbed his wrist. Before Lex could stop him, Clark was tugging him across the room to the exit. He allowed Clark to pull him. He suspected the strength that lay behind his friend’s normally quiet demeanor, and if he didn’t want to be hurt, he would have to wait until Clark had released his grip.

When they reached the door to his bedroom, Clark finally let go. Lex rubbed at the sore wrist and watched as Clark noticed this. The green eyes widened and then softened.

“Did I hurt you?” Clark asked meekly, seeming to crumple as he spoke these words.

“No, Clark, I’m fine. See?” Lex held his wrist up for inspection.

Clark stared down at it and seemed to concentrate intensely. Moments later, he sighed with relief.

Lex reached out and placed his hand on the doorknob.

“I’ve always wondered what your room looks like,” Clark whispered.  

Lex quirked his lips and looked up at his friend. “I’m sure it looks like any other bedroom,” he said with self-deprecation.

“It’s probably the size of my whole house,” Clark muttered as Lex opened the door.

“Not quite,” Lex said. He walked past Clark and flicked the light switch as he did. When he turned back to face Clark, he smirked at the look of awe on his friend’s face.

“Wow, Lex, I’ve never seen a room like this.” Lex watched Clark take in the antiques, the dark red carpet, and the large chandelier. “Where’s the bed?” he asked as he spun to face Lex. Clark’s eyes continued to examine every piece of furniture in the room when Lex didn't respond right away.

“This isn’t the bedroom; it’s the sitting room. The boudoir is through that door.” Lex pointed to a door on the far wall. “Why don’t we talk in here?” Lex motioned to two lounge chairs. One was a settee that could easily have accommodated Clark’s long frame. Lex moved to the other one, a love seat. He sat down with a sigh, and started as Clark sat down beside him.

Clark leaned in, and rested his dark head on Lex’s shoulder. Lex noted that Clark's giddiness seemed to have dissipated. Lex tugged his arm out from between them and wrapped it around Clark’s shoulder.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Clark. You never drink. What happened? It’s not still Lana is it?”

He turned his head and brushed lips against Clark’s smoke-scented hair. The dark head shook.

“Is it somebody else?” Lex asked. Clark shook his head again.

“I can’t keep asking questions until I hit the right one. We’d be here all night that way.” Lex rubbed Clark’s arm, trying to soothe him.

“I don’t like Lana any more. Why won’t anybody believe me?” Clark said with an exasperated sigh. He pulled out of Lex’s grip, and stood. For a moment, Lex thought Clark would fall back as he wavered on his feet.

Lex frowned. “Just how much did you have to drink?” Lex asked as he reached out to help steady his friend.

Clark ducked Lex’s touch and slumped on the settee. He threw his arms up over his head, and arched his torso. Lex gulped as he watched the bare tanned skin stretch taunt over rippling muscles.

“I only had that one drink.” Clark sighed. His chest rose and fell; Lex couldn’t take his eyes off his friend. Clark closed his eyes, and a small smile played across his lips.

“I meant at the party.” Lex leaned back, and exhaled sharply.

Clark opened his eyes and looked at Lex through dark lashes. “One beer,” he said with a coy tone.

Lex stared at his friend; gaze intense. The look lingered until it became inappropriately long. Lex looked away first. When he looked back, Clark was still staring at him and patting the settee.

“Come and sit closer to me, please,” Clark begged.

Lex didn’t need Clark to ask twice. Against his better judgment, he stood and slid onto the satiny fabric. Immediately Clark rested his head in Lex’s lap. Lex lowered a hand to the dark hair, and slipped his fingers into the soft locks. They sat in silence. After a while, Lex thought his friend had fallen asleep, until Clark shifted in his lap.

“We could exchange one truth each,” Clark said suddenly. His voice sent vibrations through Lex’s whole body. Clark turned his head to look up at Lex.

“I don’t think that’s such a great idea,” Lex whispered.

Clark rolled his body and curled up until his knees were hanging over the edge of the settee. He slung an arm around Lex’s waist, and hugged Lex's thighs like a pillow. “No, no, it’s a great idea. Come on Lex, tell me something I don’t know about you, and I’ll tell you something you don’t know about me.”

Lex smiled down at the curled figure. Clark’s hair was tousled, and when he looked like this, Lex couldn’t resist him. He sighed and caressed the soft head.

“Okay, Clark, one truth.” Lex looked up at the ceiling, mentally shuffling through his long list of misdeeds.

Clark squeezed his thighs and giggled. “I kissed a guy tonight,” he blurted out.

Lex swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He mentally chided himself for thinking that Clark's truth would be about those secrets.

“Oh,” he finally said.

“Oh? That’s all you can say?” Clark drew Lex closer to him and nuzzled his thigh.

Lex’s eyes widened. He had been able to control his libido up to now, but in the wake of Clark’s confession, Lex could feel his body respond to the closeness that just moments before had been merely platonic. At least that's what he kept telling himself.

His cock was hardening, and with Clark’s head in his lap, Lex would not be able to hide his sudden erection.

When he tried to move his friend, Lex found Clark would not budge. Lucky for Lex, Clark seemed oblivious.

“Your turn now,” Clark said with glee.

“Okay, I . . . I.”

Clark shook him gently. “Come on. I know you have lots of secrets.”

Lex cleared his throat. “All right. Once, when I was fifteen, I wore a dress to a party.”

Clark rubbed his head against Lex’s stomach, and hummed.

“Stop that, Clark,” Lex chided. He was fast losing control of the situation and Lex needed that to change.

He tried to push Clark off again, but Clark didn’t budge.

“What kind of dress?” Clark asked. Serious green eyes looked up into Lex’s own eyes. The dim light darkened Clark's pupils, and Lex swore he saw wetness glisten in them.

“You’re mocking me.”

Clark nodded and rolled again. He had shifted so much that he was practically sitting in Lex’s lap. Both arms wound around Lex’s slim waist, and Clark pressed his cheek to his collarbone.

 “So, what was it like?” Lex finally said as he wrapped his arms around Clark. He hugged him close, and ignored the hardness pressed into his outer thigh.

“Fine, I guess. I didn’t like him or anything. He wasn’t very good.”

Lex wiggled his hips and pressed his lips to Clark’s head. He didn’t quite kiss as much as nuzzle. “Care to try somebody who is?” He could feel the grin against his chest.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Clark caressed up Lex’s chest, and tilted his head up until their lips brushed.

Lex closed his eyes and shuddered. He leaned in and parted his lips. Immediately Clark’s tongue pushed its way in. Lex hugged Clark closer. He deepened the kiss, and shifted them until he had Clark pressed against the settee.

They parted for air.

Clark gazed up at Lex, a stunned expression on his face. “Wow! That was amazing.” Clark smiled. “More please,” he whispered against Lex’s moist mouth.

“You can have as much as you want,” Lex said as he closed his eyes and sucked on Clark’s full bottom lip.

Judging by Clark's enthusiasm, it was obvious Clark knew that.

***

A shaft of sunlight woke Clark the next morning. He yawned and shifted in the bed. When he moved, he realized he wasn't alone. He froze and cautiously opened one eye, but that revealed nothing except gray sheets. He became aware of the sensation of bare smooth skin pressed against his chest and legs. Slowly he shook off the final vestiges of sleep to come to the realization that, yes indeed, he was not alone. As he regained full consciousness, he found himself wrapped very affectionately around somebody.

Clark felt heat creep through his body as he belatedly realized that he was also pressing a hard-on into the person's thigh. Unable to bear the thought that he had gone home with a stranger and possibly had sex, Clark finally opened his eyes and drew back to find a sleeping Lex in his arms. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"At least it's not a stranger," he whispered. Lex lay on his back with Clark wrapped firmly around him. Clark swallowed hard when he realized his predicament. Not only was he snuggling his best friend but also it seemed that he was only wearing boxers. Clark lifted his head and glanced down to see that the sheets lay in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed. He also noted that Lex wore gray boxer-briefs and nothing else.

"Note to self: No more drinking," Clark glanced down at Lex's face. This close, he could examine the pale, delicate features without fear of discovery. Lex looked almost vulnerable when he slept, and Clark realized this was the first time he'd actually ever seen his friend asleep. Clark had, over the years of their friendship wondered if Lex ever slept at all.

He smiled softly when Lex raised one eyebrow and moaned. Then, just like that, the moment was over. Lex opened his eyes and stared up, inches away from Clark's face.

"Hi." Lex's voice was soft and smooth, not at all the voice of a man who had just been asleep. Clark felt the heat of that one word wash over him. It went straight to his cock. He groaned and swallowed hard. When he looked away from that intense stare, he noticed the half-empty bottle of lubricant and two torn condom wrappers on the nightstand by the bed.

"Oh, god, Lex," Clark lifted a hand to his head and ran fingers through mussed hair. He fumbled for something to say. Then belatedly realized he shouldn't be cuddling his best friend. He jumped away from Lex and promptly fell to the floor, landing on his ass with a thump.

When he opened his eyes, he found Lex staring over the edge of the bed at him.

"That must have smarted," Lex said. Clark just nodded his head. "Why don't you come back up here so we can continue what we were doing last night?"

"Last night?" Clark squeaked.

"Don't you remember? We . . ."

"No," Clark sat up and regretted it immediately. He grabbed at his throbbing head.

"Your first hang-over," Lex said as he reached out and combed fingers through Clark's hair.

Clark leaned forward, head pressed into the mattress, and groaned. This was not happening. He'd finally had sex and he couldn't remember any of it. His head shot up.

"Oh, no, I . . . we . . ."

"Relax, Clark, your parents know where you are."

"They do?"

"Yes, and they're perfectly fine with it." Lex smirked and caressed a finger down Clark's cheek.

"What? They are?"

"Of course they are. They even called last night to make sure everything went well," Lex reached out, and kissed Clark on the cheek gently.

"Really?"

"Stop acting so bewildered. You parents trust me with you by now." He slipped his arm around Clark's neck and pulled him close. "So, are you going to join me on the bed now, or am I going to have to come down there?"

Clark's grin split his face. He stood slowly and crawled back into the bed beside his friend. He was glad to find that his head didn't hurt nearly as much as it had a few moments ago.

When Lex moved to the other side of the bed, Clark flung his body over Lex and cuddled him. Lex flinched and tried to push him away, but the little hum he couldn't quite suppress told Clark he was enjoying the close contact.

"You really told my parents that we're sleeping together?" Clark finally asked after he'd managed to maneuver the two of them into a more comfortable position.

Lex squirmed against him, and licked along Clark's jaw line.

He paused in his task. "What?" he mumbled against Clark's neck. "If we were sleeping together I certainly wouldn't tell your parents." He continued his tongue bath down to Clark's collarbone.

"But the condoms, the lube, and being in your bed . . ."

"Oh that, well," Lex pushed at Clark's chest and flipped them over until he was straddling Clark's thighs.

Clark gripped Lex's slim hips and petted the smooth skin.

"You passed out before we could get to the good stuff," Lex smirked.

"Well, I'm awake now, and I'm not drunk." Clark pulled Lex in close and kissed his chest, then his throat until he reached the wet, luscious, scarred lips.

"Good thing for me," Lex's hot breath puffed against Clark's jaw, causing him to shiver. "Because after today, you'll be able to tell all your friends that you're no longer a virgin."

Clark just nodded and teased his lips across Lex's open mouth. He caressed Lex's back, which was warm and damp with the first hint of sweat, and pulled his body closer. Another shudder coursed through his body when their cloth-covered cocks pressed together.

"You are so hot," Clark mumbled. He nipped Lex's lower lip then tongued the scar. Unable to hold back any longer, Lex devoured Clark's lush mouth. With bodies pressed together and mouths locked in a passionate kiss, neither seemed willing nor capable of breaking away. Lex was breathing like a marathon runner by the time they finally did break apart.

"I want to fuck you," Clark blurted.

Lex laughed and sat up. He reached down and pinched Clark's nipples. Clark jumped; amazed that he could feel something as simple as pinches on his nipples, and yet fire only tickled his skin.

It certainly made his cock pay attention.

Lex trailed fingertips down Clark's chest. He curled his index fingers and hooked Clark's boxers.

"These will have to come off," Lex said as he tugged at the offending garment. Clark nodded. He watched as Lex lifted off Clark's legs and, tugged the boxers down. With a lift and two jerks, Lex freed Clark's cock and urged Clark to raise his ass. Clark quickly complied. His cock jumped at the feel of fingers sliding down his legs.

Clark couldn't take his eyes off Lex, as Lex tossed the shed boxers to the side. Lex leaned in to kiss Clark on the inner thigh. He kissed up Clark's leg, eye firmly locked on Clark's gaze. Clark shifted his legs enough for Lex to crawl in between them. Lex smirked and placed one hand on Clark's inner thigh. The other reached out and brushed gently up the length of Clark's shaft.

"Are you sure, Clark?" Lex asked voice hoarse.

"What?" Clark's muddled brain snapped out of its haze. Lex was talking, now, when he was supposed to be sucking.

"Last night you told me you'd kissed a guy. Now this . . ." Lex palmed Clark's cock and rubbed against it. Clark shuddered and threw his head back. He felt Lex fist his cock and pull the shaft until it pointed at the ceiling.

"God, Lex, please." Clark closed his eyes and missed seeing the moment when Lex's mouth closed around the head of his straining cock. He lifted his head and opened his eyes to the sight of his penis disappearing into Lex's moist, warm mouth. Clark groaned as a tongue teased between foreskin and head. Lex lifted his head and Clark hardened further as a deft tongue swirled around the head.

He couldn't take his eyes off Lex. He watched as Lex gently skinned the foreskin back. Clark shuddered at the tingling sensation this sent through his thighs. Lex paused to grin up at him, and then bent to take Clark's cock into his mouth again. This time Clark watched as Lex sucked the tip in and worked his tongue around the shaft. The sensation of the warm, wet mouth surrounding his cock, and the visual of Lex sucking him off, pushed Clark over the edge. He shuddered and screamed as he shot into Lex's mouth. Lex continued to suck hungrily until Clark had spent his load.

When he was finished, Lex sat up and smiled down at Clark.

"Sweet," Lex said. He reached out and brushed Clark's spent limp cock. A twitch and grunt was Clark's only response.

"Now you can say you've had sex." Lex crawled up Clark's prone body and lay down beside him. He caressed Clark's chest with long strokes.

Clark nodded and grinned this time.

"Get some rest. Later, I'll show you things you've only dream about."

END