Disclaimers: If they were mine, Clark would be smarter, Lex would
be happier, and I'd be sleepier.

Spoilers: Vague ones for, Hourglass, Leech, Nicodemus, Zero, and
Stray.

Ratings Note: NC-17.

Summary: In which there is chit-chat, fluff, and smut.

Author's Note/Warnings: Livia gave me this bunny, and it's a bunny
even Anya could love. Nothing to fear here, unless the lack of deeper
meanings sends you running for the hills.

Acknowledgments: To Liv, of course, and Jenn for nudging and jump-
starts and good lines, and Riv for cheerleading, and my We in absentia...
or, really, to my We for loving me despite *my* absence. Lastly, to the
divine Miz E., because I have to be wholesome *sometimes*.

Feedback is yummy. teland793@sbcglobal.net

*

He'd been on the phone with his father when Clark made the
deliveries, or so said the note on top of his vegetables.

One more reason to be irritated, really, but... today's not the day for
it.

Spring is melting sweetly into summer in every way, all cool breezes
and fresh greenery, and his father is getting older every day. Older in
a way that Lex understands now that he never will.

He smiles, a little meanly, around a bite of not-ripe-enough nectarine
and traces a finger over Clark's charmingly casual scrawl:

'Evan said you were on the phone with your Dad. The word 'reaming'
was used. (smile) If you have some time, I'm going to be trespassing
on your property down by the ravine for a while. Clark.'

Today's a day for... this. Lex swallows the chunk of fruit and throws
the rest in the trash. Sets the note aside, washes his hands, and steps
out into the day.

It's a little less than a mile through excessively trimmed and tamed
nature to the ravine -- and there were so many reason to miss the
Palmers -- barely enough to ruin his shoes, though he gets a good
start at it before the Kents' truck comes into view.

No tire tracks... ah. Lex hadn't realized there was a road running
roughly parallel to the ravine. God knew what it was used for, or why
Clark had decided to drive to Hell and back just to come around
here.

The grass is a little less neat here, the trees trimmed only to the
point where death by ravine would be pretty much assured. A pretty
enough spot, but... where *is* Clark?

Stops, looks at the cab of the truck. The *empty* cab of the truck.
Stoops... no, not under the truck. Looks around and... boots.

Blinks.

Very large, Clark-sized boots, attached to Clark-sized legs, hanging
over the bed. Lex snorts.

"Lex?" Shuffling sounds.

"No, don't move, I'm coming up."

"Okay." He can practically *hear* the smile in Clark's voice. God,
this boy... "Oh, careful, it's. Um. Kinda dusty."

Climbs up, and yes, there's Clark, lying back on his elbows and
grinning up at Lex like Christmas. He raises a small dust cloud
easing down next to the boy, but it's no hardship, especially since
Clark seemed to take organic food as the perfect excuse to grow.
And grow some more.

There's enough room in the old truck-bed for the two of them, but it
necessitates what in some circles could reasonably be considered a
cuddle. Lex rests his head on his hands and smiles up at the sky.

It's a good day.

Clark shifts a bit more, very obviously trying not to jostle Lex too
much, and finally stills.

"Comfy?"

"Hmm? Oh." Another sunny smile. "Yeah. Just. You know. Don't
want to crowd you."

Can't hold in his own smile. "Clark, I'm in the back of a pick-up truck
with a teenaged boy who's probably growing while I *talk*." Looks
him up and down for emphasis. Just emphasis. "I don't mind a little
crowding."

"Oh. Well, in *that* case..." Exaggerated stretch and Lex finds
himself pressed against the wall of the truck.

"Jesus!"

Distinctly evil snicker before Clark eases up.

Lex coughs and brushes ineffectually at his suit coat. "You know,
contrary to popular opinion, it's always the big guys who get eaten
first when the pioneers get trapped in the blizzard."

Clark looks skeptical. "Is that so?"

"Definitely. Overconfidence, incautiousness..." Lex pokes Clark in
the ribs. "Excellent marbling..."

"Hey!"

"You could feed the Donner part for *weeks*, Clark."

Another snicker. "I never knew this side of you, Lex."

"What can I say?"

"I never *wanted* to know this side of you, Lex."

It's hard not to laugh with Clark. He doesn't try.

*

"Well, okay. What about that one?"

"The one with the giant --"

"Ack! Jesus, Lex, never *mind*. You're the biggest pervert in the
*world*."

Lex chuckles. "Hey, you don't even know what I was going to
say."

"You already said the ice cream sundae cloud looked like --"

"It *is* an extremely well-endowed woman."

"And that the eye of Horus cloud looked like --"

"It *does* --"

"Don't say it!"

"Can I help it if the heavens are particularly heavenly today?" Grins
at Clark.

"God, you're worse than Pete."

"Mm. I do try." Can't help sobering for a moment. "How is Pete,
by the way?"

"Huh?" Transparent stall, but Clark is... trying. "He's... well. He's
okay." Searching look. "You know, I've known him since we were
small. God, since I... since the Kents adopted me. We've always
been friends. He's a really good guy. He's just." Looks back up at
the clouds. "You told me once how hard it was to remember that
everything you learned when you were a kid wasn't true --"

"Clark, you don't have to make excuses for him. I know my father
hurt a lot of people in this town."

"I *know*. I know. It's just. Don't you wish that all your friends
could be friends with each other?"

"Clark. Think about what you know about my friends."

"Hmm. Don't you wish your friends were more than three hours
away?"

Grins. "All the time."

*

"Why are we in the truck?"

"As opposed to...?"

"Well, I realize that we're about a mile from the patio furniture,
Clark, but I understand that grass can be quite soft, when applied
to the back of one's body."

Clark pokes him in the ribs. "Worse than Pete *and* Chloe." Pause.
"I don't know. It just seemed... I mean, I was already
trespassing..."

"Right. So why not go whole hog?"

And the ground is lumpier than he expected it to be, which Lex is
absolutely determined not to complain about, or even acknowledge
to himself. Well, he can't quite help the latter, but he can try.

Especially since Clark stretches out with the kind of sigh that Lex
has reserved for thread counts in the hundreds, morphine, and
excellent orgasms. Smiles to himself and wonders if U.S. presidents
get to decide when the sun goes down. It seems like a reasonable
enough power.

He doesn't want the day to end.

His own sigh is distressingly pathetic.

"Lex? Something wrong?"

Smiles at Clark. Thinks about kissing the breath out of him. "Just
complaining to myself about not being Emperor of the Universe
yet."

Clark's grin is sly. "Better hurry. You're almost twenty-two."

"Don't make me throw... something at you."

"Grass? Wildflowers?"

Lex pegs him with a dandelion.

*

"So when do you have to get home?" Lex forces himself to breathe,
to stroke at a weirdly rubbery stalk of grass.

"I don't."

Lex snorts. "Ever?"

"Nope. I've decided to become a hippie. My parents think it'll be
good for me." Another grin, and God, Clark has been so generous
with them today that Lex thinks he might have a stroke, or say
something egregiously stupid. One would undoubtedly lead to
another.

"Well, it'll help if you can build up your tolerance."

"Oh, yeah? To what?" Eager puppy voice.

"Well, fresh *air* for a start, you lunatic. A *hippie*?" Slaps
Clark's stomach while he laughs, considers seeing if he's ticklish,
considers hitting him again, considers... and eventually Clark stops
laughing, and Lex is still on his side, palm still flat to Clark's hard
belly.

Nothing but a t-shirt between him and all that warm skin and
God, he knows what it looks like.

"You're my favorite mystery," he blurts, and only the way Clark's
eyes go wide keeps Lex from wincing.

And there's the moment he's come to expect. A shuttering, a
closing down, and this close Lex can feel Clark stiffen.

Lex closes his eyes against it. There'd been a *plan* for this, after
all. Clark isn't someone to be ambushed, no matter what Lex's
instincts screamed. Clark was all about fairness, and a kind of
parity that could only exist in Little League games between teams
chosen by an especially paranoid and anal coach.

"I don't know --"

Lex laughs a little. "It's okay, Clark. I didn't mean to..." Opens his
eyes and looks into wariness. He wants to know how to comfort
Clark. He wants to be able to say things like that out loud, artless
and true. "I... there's something I have to tell you."

An easing. And if even that's enough to make Clark relax around
him... Lex strokes Clark's belly, remembering the feeling of daring
and joy the first time a girl had ever looked at him with more than
just curious pity. Remembering the hunger as Clark watches him
lick his lips. Right. He can say this. He can offer this as more than
just... barter. Or would that be easier for Clark?

Shakes it off.

"Lex? Are you... is everything okay?"

Has to laugh. "Yeah. It is. I'm just... a little freaked. You'll understand
in a minute, I think."

Cautious smile. "Okay..."

"You have to have noticed... I heal very fast." There. A start.

Clark looks puzzled.

"Sometimes... sometimes I don't get hurt at all. Even when I
should." Lex shivers and chooses to blame it on an errant
breeze.

Clark is still just looking at him, but comprehension is... dawning.
Maybe.

"Earl pistol-whipped me. No blood."

"Oh. Oh my God. No gravestone..."

"What...?"

"I... Cassandra's vision. Well. One of them. She saw... God, I
was surrounded by gravestones. Everyone's except. Except
yours. Lex! What...?"

"Wait, how could *you* see her visions?"

Clark bites his lip. "Oh. Um. I have powers. You kinda knew that."

"Well, yeah --"

Grin like the sun coming out. "Hey, so do you!"

Lex takes his hand and chuckles. "Yeah. I figured..." Shakes it
off. "So you're a mutant?"

"Well... not exactly." Another entirely-too-endearing lip-bite.

"Not exactly?"

"I'm. Um. An alien." Clark sits up, still grinning like Christmas. "But,
hey, you're not human, either! That's great!"

"Wait, *what*?"

Big hands cupping his shoulders and Clark is *just* this side of
ecstatic... "I'm an alien. Oh. Wow. Okay, I'm getting what you're
saying about being freaked. I've... well, I've never said that before.
To anyone. I mean, obviously my parents know. But... you're...
the meteor shower did that to you? I mean, with the healing?"

"You're an *alien*? Not just a mutant? Wait. Hang on, that was a
really fucked-up sentence. I need to sit down."

"Lex, you *are* sitting down."

"Well, then I obviously need to lie down."

"Okay." Clark lays him down carefully, braced over him and practically
vibrating with energy.

Lex does his best not to be obvious about looking for signs of
little-green-man-ness, because... well. Yes. Mission accomplished,
right?

"Hey, Lex?"

"Mm."

"I know this is kind of selfish, but... could you not freak out?
Because... well. Yeah."

"Mm."

Clark reaches out to stroke his cheek, does it after a brief
hesitation. "This is really cool, you know."

"Mm?"

"Well, not so much your being non-verbal as your being a mutant
who isn't insane or hell-bent on death and destruction. I was starting
to worry."

"Mm."

"Plus, you know, I don't have to worry so much about you. I mean,
people keep kidnapping you and shooting at you and generally
beating the crap out of you --"

"Mm-hm."

"Hey, that was two syllables." Clark punches his shoulder lightly.
"Good job. Yeah. So. When did you know? Oh, never mind.
Non-verbal. Got it."

Lex blinks in what he hopes is an encouraging manner.

"Lex? I'm... I'm really glad you told me." And Clark settles down
beside him again.

*

He's going to say something soon.

Really.

The sun's starting to go down, there's a remarkably sexy alien next
to him, there's an alien next to him, there's an *alien* --

His language skills have been complimented by some of the best
professors in the country.

Clark is an... alien.

Clark is...

Lex looks over to find Clark staring up at the darkening sky, face
blank save for the most obvious worry-line Lex has ever seen.

Clark is really far too cute to be human.

Lex suspects that if he lets the laughter out he'd never stop.

"Clark?"

"Hey! Words! Cool." Small smile.

Lex smiles back, ruefully. "They had to come back eventually."

"I don't know, I was looking forward to seeing you trying to
communicate with your staff via sign language, grunts, and
whistles."

"No more Discovery channel for *you*."

Brilliant smile that fades much too fast. "Are you okay, Lex? I
mean... I've had some time to get use to the whole. Um. Alien
thing."

"Well, I have to admit it wasn't what I was expecting..." Lex
shifts onto his side, wondering if he hates the local laundry
enough to even bother sending this suit to them. "You had more
than enough reason to want to keep being a *mutant* a secret,
considering."

"Is... is that why you told me? To make me think there wasn't
anything to worry about?"

"Well, that's part of it. I mean, part of me had always known. You
don't spend your whole childhood with asthma, wake up one day
without it and, oh yes, bald, and not *wonder*, but... I'd never
really had enough severe physical trauma before getting here..."

Another small smile. "Yay, Smallville."

Lex chances a touch. Still so warm. "Indeed. But... it's still not
something you really *assume*. And I'm never going to be especially
sanguine about someone, say, pointing a gun at my head... it makes
me wonder about some of the partying I did as a kid... but that
doesn't answer your question." Smiles ruefully and barely manages
to hold in a gasp when Clark takes his hand.

Squeezes it. "It's okay if you did, you know. I mean... you're my
friend. Friends want to know everything about each other."

Lex's smile feels twisted on his face. "Yeah. But, Clark... I also just
wanted to tell *you*." Forces himself to look Clark in the eye. "Do you
understand what I'm saying?"

Crooked grin. "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

Clark looks down, takes a shaky little breath that doesn't seem useful
at all. Rubs his thumb into Lex's palm, slow and infinitely suggestive
circles that have Lex hard in an instant. And Clark is looking at him
again, eyes gleaming. "Maybe... yes?"

"Clark..."

"Oh. Say my name again. Just like that. Or just... do something. Lex,
you've been --"

Kisses him, and Lex means for it to be soft, but Clark meets him
halfway and Lex's body insists on crawling on top of Clark's and
there's heat and wet and confusion as to which is coming from
where and the only way to clear that up is to get *more*.

Clark kisses with his mouth open, nothing chaste, nothing at all
hesitant about him. Nothing but hunger, even with their hands
trapped between them and unable to do anything but clutch and
God, even that's wonderful, so wonderful.

Clark is practically *drinking* him, sucking at Lex's mouth and fuck,
spreading his legs just enough to catch Lex between them. Hot and
hard and blue jeans have never been such a beautiful tease.

"Lex, *yes* --"

Groans helplessly and goes in for another kiss. Another. Clark meets
him for every one, finally releasing his hands only when Lex moves
away from his mouth. Big warm hands on his head, not quite
pushing as Lex mouths along Clark's jaw. Absurd urge to apologize --
'sorry, Clark, it's just that I've been *waiting*' -- but he feels forgiven
when a lingering suck at Clark's pulse gets a throaty moan.

Rocks his hips and now Clark's hands are *busy*. Stroking his scalp,
fingers slipping for a dizzying second between Lex's mouth and
Clark's throat, down over his back and God, fuck, yes, his ass.

Hard squeeze and Lex takes it as encouragement, lines them up a
little better and rocks harder, faster, sucking and biting and grateful
for every hard life lesson that allowed his mind to compartmentalize
efficiently -- he's absolutely positive that the 'your Honor, he's an
alien' defense will save him from the statutory rape conviction.

Something between a grunt and a yell and Clark is pumping up
against him, squeezing his thighs against Lex's hips and arching his
head back. Giving it up so *pretty* and Lex doesn't want to blink,
doesn't want to miss a moment of this, of Clark so *hot* for this.

For him.

Hands on his ass, pulling Lex in *hard* against him and Lex needs
to *see* this.

"Clark."

"Oh fuck -- Lex. Like that. Say my name --"

"Clark, open your eyes. C'mon, look at me."

Does it instantly, and oh, he's *wild* with it, almost *anguished*-
looking and Lex feels himself shooting pre-come, narrowing his eyes
against an orgasm he knows will hit like an enraged organic farmer.
Laughs a little hysterically and thrusts a little faster, biting his lip.

"Clark..."

"Lex. Lex, you're gonna make me come..."

"I want you to. Come for me, Clark. You're so --"

Strangled scream and the world abruptly changes position. Lex realizes
he's on his back and sits up to find Clark cursing and tearing at his
jeans, getting them open, yanking them down to his thighs --

"Big."

"Oh God --" Clark wraps his hand around his cock and looks at Lex
with naked desperation for one heartbeat, two, before coming all
over his fist and the grass, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his
head.

"*Jesus*, that's hot, Clark --"

"S-sorry."

"Shh..." Lex crawl-walks over as best he can with the club in his pants
and takes Clark's sticky hand in his own. "Nothing at *all* to be sorry
about. Fuck. That was..."

"Lex?"

Licks a stripe up Clark's palm and groans at the taste. Human enough,
but... another --

"Oh, man, Lex that's..."

Subtle strangeness, a richness that's probably just his imagination,
but Lex is willing to go with it. Sucks Clark's fingers into his mouth
and closes his eyes and just... enjoys.

Tiny, broken sound. "You're gonna make me hard again, Lex..."

Releases Clark's fingers with a wet pop and licks his lips. "Good. I
want your cock."

"Oh *God*, you, too --" Hand on him through his pants and Lex jerks,
bites the heel of Clark's palm.

"Clark, you're so fucking *hot*."

Sunny smile. "Thanks. Can you... there's no one around." Deep
blush.

"You want me naked, Clark?"

Wide, wide eyes, and Clark is nodding for long moments before he
makes a sound. "Lex. I mean yeah. Yes. Is that okay?"

Lex grins and starts stripping. Suit jacket that way, tie the other
way, and Lex blinks and his shirt is gone. "What...?"

"Um... I'm really fast. I mean. I can move. Really fast. Sometimes.
Heh."

"Well, how come *you're* still dressed -- never mind. Wow. That's
really cool."

"Yeah, I thought so. So... pants?"

Lex lies down and puts his hands behind his head. "Be my guest."

Clark grins at him and Lex has just enough time to tell himself to
concentrate before he's feeling sun-warmed grass on his legs and
sun-warmed Clark on the rest of him. Big hands stroking over his
chest, down his belly, between his thighs, pausing on the edge of
taking his cock... "You're so... is this what silk is like?"

"Fuck. I'll buy you new underwear."

Sly smile. "You don't like me naked?"

"I didn't say I'd let you put it *on*."

Another grin, and Clark is still stroking him, moving away enough
to cup his knees, lift his legs to feel the undersides as if checking
to make *sure* there's no hair anywhere. Wondering look in his
eyes, lips parted, and Lex is hard enough to ache.

"Clark --"

"Yeah... how long... how long have you wanted this? To have sex
with me."

"Day one. Beautiful. So beautiful..."

"Oh, God, Lex." And Clark squeezes his eyes shut, moves up over
him again, lowering himself down and... rubbing. Slow. Drag of
skin to skin.

So *warm*, and Lex reaches for him, but Clark catches his hands.
Holds him down. "Fuck --"

"Sorry, I -- I just..." Opens his eyes and searches Lex's own. "Do
you jerk off?"

"What? Of course --"

"I mean -- thinking of me? Do you think of me? Of this?"

"Yes..." More of a hiss than a word, and Lex is the one spreading
his legs this time. Needing.

"So do I. I think of. God, so many things." Another blush.

"Tell me."

Clark blushes, glancing down briefly, but when he looks up, Lex's
cock tightens with the heat in his eyes. "I think about -- you and me.
In the loft. And -- it's not that what you say, but how you keep
staring at me, so I walk over and you just -- touch me. My face, I
mean. Just my face. Like you were just *waiting* for me to do it."
Rocking on him and Jesus, *warm*. Making the ground both icy and
completely unimportant beneath him.

And Clark's watching him for every reaction. "Do what. What am I
waiting for, Clark?"

"For me to touch you. For me to. Need it."

"Fuck --" Squeezes Clark's fingers *hard* and Clark is kissing him,
messy and inexpert. Forgetting everything he's learned or just not
caring about it and it's wonderful.

"I do, Lex. I need it. Need you."

"Clark --"

"Feel you... taste you... I think about you in. Fuck. In your office.
Behind your desk." Clark's eyes are closed and he's rocking a little
faster now, working for a better angle, purely selfish and gorgeous
and driving Lex happily insane.

"What am I doing?"

Clark shakes his head. "N-nothing. You just... you smile, and you
push your chair back, and turn it a little. I come around and you...
you've got your cock out --"

"Oh, *fuck* --"

"Lex, Lex, I'm gonna come again, I can't --"

"Shh, it's okay, come all over me, it's --"

*Hurt*-sounding moan that makes Lex's cock pulse, makes his *mind*
pulse, and Clark's still thrusting, still moving. "You smile at me like...
like you knew all along and I'm down on my knees -- oh, Christ, fuck,
I have to --"

Hands free and Lex has just enough time to get them into Clark's hair
before the boy is mouthing a slick, hot path down his chest. Licking
his own pre-come from Lex's belly and sucking in the head of Lex's
cock with mindless hunger.

Licking, sucking and drooling and *down*.

"Clark -- !" Hears himself yell and can't do a damned thing about it.
Mouth like a furnace, like something alive unto itself, and those big
hands are on his thighs, spreading them wider. Stroking up between,
cupping Lex's balls, testing their heft and stroking back between
and Clark groans around him.

All Lex can do not to buck, but Clark is pulling off.

"Jesus. Jesus, don't --"

"I just... I have to..." Wet, sucking kisses along the shaft, slick tongue
on his balls, wet, so *wet*, and Clark is *lifting* him. Lex's legs on
his shoulders and Clark's tongue on his perineum, pressing hard and
impossibly sure --

"Clark... oh God, do you --"

"Thought of you doing this to me. Looking so hungry. I'm... I'm
hungry, too, Lex --" Tongue *in* him, cleaving him open with raw
determination, soft grunts and harsh breaths and Lex doesn't know
whose sounds they are.

Suspects they're far too subtle to be his own.

Clark is kissing his hole, making love to it like a natural. Open-mouthed
tongue-fuck, hands on his thighs and Lex is...

There's no control for this. Every part of the day crashing in on him
and building at the back of his throat and he can't even *curse*.
Sobbing yells, every one making Clark's hands flex on his thighs. He'll
have bruises, he'll be hoarse for days, he doesn't give a flying
*fuck*.

So good, impossibly good and liquid and *real* and he's never
wanted to be fucked so badly in his life. Never ached like this, never
felt so open and ready and God, Clark.

Clark.

Begging now, arching up into it, and Clark is humming something
against him, trying to pull him closer still, trying to get deeper and
Lex knows, Jesus, Lex knows what he wants. What they need.
Christ.

Sucks in a shuddering breath. "Clark." Is that his voice? "Clark,
stop, you..." Deep, deep *thrust*, pure rebellion and Lex bucks,
whiting out someplace behind his eyes. "Fuck me, Clark, I need
you to fuck me --"

Clark pulls back, releases him gasping -- Jesus, had he even been
*breathing*? "Lex?" Needy confusion.

Okay. Okay, he can think. He can. "Need you in me. Fuck, you're
so..." Gets a hand around his cock and Clark immediately knocks
it aside, replaces it with his own. "Oh *God*. Yeah. Yeah. Just...
you'll have to go slow at first, but... yeah, fuck faster --"

"*Lex*." Clark staring down at him so beautiful. So fucking
beautiful.

"Don't wait. As soon as I come, slick your cock --"

"Oh, *man* --"

Lex laughs helplessly, pumping into Clark's fist. "Yeah. And I'll flip
over and --"

"I'll fuck you... oh, Lex, Lex, I've wanted --"

"Yeah..."

And Clark can't seem to decide where to look, eyes burning into
Lex all over. Mouth, chest, pumping hips, cock, twisting his head in
a move somewhere between obscene and adorable to get just one
more look at Lex's hole and licking those full lips... "Oh God, Lex,
you have to come now. Please." Eyes on his own, nothing but
desperation.

Waves of it rolling through him like something *disastrous* and Lex
bites his lip, can't turn away.

"*Please*."

Glimpse of his own cock disappearing into Clark's fist sends Lex
over the edge, gasping and moaning God only knows what and
the world is shifting again. Cool grass on his cheek and. *Fuck*.

His own hot come on his ass.

Blunt finger testing, pushing... "Have to feel you..."

And if Lex had language left he's sure he'd say something along
the lines of 'mi asshole, su asshole,' but as it is all he can do is groan
and rock into the touch.

The *push*. One slick finger in all the way to the second knuckle
and Clark's moan is wonder lost under hunger. "Oh, Lex..."

"Hurry, Clark, you --"

"God. God." Wet sounds behind him. "Lex, I don't think I'll last --"

"Just want you in me when you come, it's okay..."

Strangled, incomprehensible noise and Clark's hands slip a little
on his ass as he spreads him. "You... I need you so bad..." The first
push misses, and Clark's cock slips wildly along Lex's cleft, making
them both moan.

Lex can feel Clark shaking and reaches back to help, squeezing his
eyes shut at the half-pained hiss when takes Clark's hot, slick cock
in his hand. Guides Clark in and bites back a gasp. Big.

Fuck.

But he's no virgin, and just the thought of the sweet, shuddering,
*desperate* boy behind him... "More."

"Oh God..."

Slow, achingly slow, and Lex isn't sure which of them this is killing
more. Digs his fingers into the turf and forces himself to breathe,
rocking back against Clark and feeling like a god, feeling like a
monster at every wonderingly hurt little sound.

"Oh. Oh, Lex, I'm *inside* you..."

*Feels* Clark's cock flex and groans and there are hands stroking
his back, petting him. Something between a soothe and a goad
and Lex can't stop rocking. Another inch, another, and Clark
whines high in his throat.

Balls-deep and Lex thinks he might go blind from this, mad and
deaf and dumb and just... Christ, so *good*.

Clark's shaking hands all over him, blunt fingers ghosting over
his shoulders and clutching at his hips and they're both breathing
like its something newly learned and not at all trustworthy.

"I... I'm gonna... oh God, are you ready for me to move, Lex?"

Starts to laugh, but the way it makes his insides move changes
the sound to a moan midway through and oh, God, Clark is
bending, covering him.

Big enough to almost surround him, soft, wet kisses on his neck
and scalp and Clark's cock is shifting and Lex knows they're both
talking, both begging and promising and pleading, but none of it
means anything.

Or everything. "Please..." His own voice sounds thick, disused,
and Clark pumps once, twice.

Sweat pattering on Lex's back and it's too much, too good to last.

"Clark, you have to... fuck. Need you to fuck me --"

Growling yell and Clark *flattens* them. Lex is pressed to the
ground, legs spread wide like this year's beautiful joke and Clark's
braced over him.

Clark panting breathless gratitude, hot and humid into Lex's ear.

Clark fucking him, hard and slow and *right*. "So good, Lex. You're
so good to me. Always so... wish I could... never want to stop..."
Hands finding his own, fingers twining, squeezing so gentle...

Lex hears himself sob something wordless and Clark's kissing him,
half-missing his mouth and thrusting faster. Shaking with control
and lust and opening him wider with every stroke, spearing him,
spitting him, *riding* him, and Lex thinks this is the meaning of
helpless.

The only meaning he'll ever care about again: Clark unconsciously
breaking him, thrust after thrust, kiss after kiss, eyes closed and
begging only for *more*.

"Beautiful, Clark, you're --"

"Oh *God* --"

And Clark's squeezing his hands so hard Lex *feels* something
creak, rhythm gone ragged faster than he would've imagined
possible. Lex takes a breath and tries to spread a little wider for
Clark, opening himself for it. He wants this to be... perfect.

Sharp gasps punctuated by silences and various desperate interpretations
of his name and it feels like Clark is shaking himself *apart*, buried to
the hilt and pulsing, coming hard for what seems like forever before
collapsing on his elbows, forehead pressed to Lex's cheek.

Lex grins to himself. He wants Clark to come again *now*. He wants
to watch it. He wants to *tape* it. He wants -- no, he doesn't want
an audience.

Well, maybe a small one.

Intimate and all that. Tugs his hands out from under Clark's and flexes
his fingers, feeling... *something* pop back into place and deciding
not to think about it. Folds his hands under his head, wincing a little
at the necessary shifts of his spine.

Large, heavy alien.

Clark is still panting in a most gratifying way.

"Clark?"

"Mm?" Warm, wet nuzzle like a mother cat.

Lex wonders whether it's pathetic that his face is getting sore from
all the grinning. "You okay up there?"

"Mm-hm." Another nuzzle. Pause. "Oh. *Oh*. I should probably.
Um. Move, shouldn't I?"

"Well, eventually I'm going to need food and water, but you're fine
for now."

Smile against his cheek, followed by a kiss that's undeniably...
sweet.

Lex idly considers just stapling his face into the grin that obviously
wants to be there. Nudges Clark gently. "This would be easier on
our sides."

"Okay."

And Lex has just enough time to start wondering about the best way
to start moving before he finds himself... moved. Snorts. "Powers,
right."

Another grin, against his throat this time. "Yep."

Lex chuckles quietly and shifts to find a better position. And stops.
"Clark?"

"Hm?"

"Are you *still* hard?"

"Er... no?"

End.