Kids' Game

by Te

Kids' Game
by Te
January/February 2002

Disclaimers: If they belonged to me, I might get bored with them one day, and they'd gather dust with all the other boys and girls, eyeing me balefully and wishing me ill. It's better for everyone that they don't, really.

Spoilers: Up through Shimmer, veers AU.

Summary: Games people play...

Ratings Note: NC-17. Run, Sarah, run!

Author's Note: Cliche fic! Run, everyone, run! Or, you know, don't.

Acknowledgments: To my We, and Liv, and LaT, for pushing and prodding and adjusting the driver's seat in the pornmobile for me when I whined. Liv even beta read. All errors are my own, though, 'cause sometimes I get persnickety.

Feedback, like gay sex, isn't just for kids anymore.


There's really no reason for Clark to be here.

There's a lot of work around the farm he could be doing -- should be doing, and never mind that it wouldn't take him more than an hour. He could, technically, do everything there was to do at the farm every day and save his parents the effort -- and why wouldn't they let him, anyway?

But avoiding chores doesn't have much to do with his being here. Neither does avoiding homework, or avoiding those looks from Chloe that he's finally started to understand and those looks from Pete to Chloe that Chloe clearly *doesn't* get.

And, if he's being honest, avoiding the chance to see Lana give Whitney that soft smile of sympathy that the jerk has the nerve to actually deserve... well, that doesn't have much to do with the reason he's here, either.

Not that it's the worst place he could be, here on the floor of Lex's study, nothing stronger in his cup than birch beer, but... He's pretty sure his parents wouldn't be happy if they knew he was using his post-grounding freedom this way.

If they knew Clark had been waiting for them to go away again for some reason, any reason, just to give him a chance to... well.

Be here. Now that the invisible boy mess is over. Now that Victoria's gone for at least a while.

Be here.

Especially not because Lex seems to know exactly why he's here, even though he hasn't said anything or.

Done anything.

But Lex is down on the floor with him, and the fire is roaring in the fireplace, and even though Clark isn't close enough to touch without reaching out, he still feels. Possibility.

All of it right there in the way Lex isn't trying to make him talk about anything, isn't offering him anything now that he's refused a late dinner and accepted the soda. Isn't doing anything but smiling, just a little, into the fire. He looks... comfortable.

Back pressed up against the side of an armchair, one hand curled loosely around a bottle of water.

Eyes meeting Clark's own, every once in a while, amping the silence to something... Something almost maddening, when taken with the tiny smile, the knowing smile, the long pale fingers and touchable curve of skull where Clark wants his mouth to be.

One of the places where Clark wants his mouth to be.

And it's not like he doesn't understand all the reasons why Lex might want him to make the first move, but...

Takes another swallow of his birch beer and wonders what would happen if he gave up on having dignity and just stared at Lex longingly for a while.

It hadn't worked with Lana, but maybe --

"Hey, Clark..." Low, lazy smile in his voice that just goes all through Clark and he has to turn around.


But Lex is still staring at the fire. "Truth or dare."

Shocks a laugh out of him. "Are you kidding?"

Lex grins at him. "Not in the least."

"Sometimes I actually forget you're only twenty-one..."

"You think Truth or Dare is a kids' game?"

"Well... yeah."

"Sometimes I forget you're only fifteen..." Lex gives him one of those slow smiles that could mean just about anything. "Play with me."

Already knows he won't say no, but Lex's eyes... there are a lot of things he could want the truth about. Which would be the number one reason why he shouldn't be here, but. God. Wants to be. "Okay. Dare."

Lex doesn't even shift an eyebrow. "So soon? You've got too many secrets, Clark..."

Clark settles his face as best he can. Smiles. "Maybe."

"Hmm. Okay. I dare you to..." Trails off, I'm-thinking face on.


"We should probably make up some rules." Smiles at Clark again. "Before we go any farther."

"Oh... yeah. Like what?"

"Like what happens if you -- or I -- wusses out on a dare. Or a truth, for that matter."

"Well, the other person wins, automatically. Right?"

"Who have you been playing this game with, Clark? I bet the winner doesn't even get anything."

"Obviously not the same people you have. The winner gets full mocking rights."

"That's it?"

Clark shifted, a little uncomfortably. A little... heatedly. Not hard to think about prizes. About prizes he wanted Lex to want. "Well... what do you think the winner should get?"

"Normally, wussing out requires the wuss in question to take a drink, thus extending the game long past the point of sense, but... hmm. You really don't have to go home tonight, do you?"

And Clark wants to say something witty at this point, something to prove that he knows and Lex knows he knows, but his heart is thudding in his chest because Lex wants him to stay all night. All night. "I... no. I don't."

Lex nods. "What do you say, Clark? Feel like playing by Metropolis rules?"

"All right. Any other rules we should clear up?"

"I think... no." Another grin. "I dare you to chug the birch beer."

Clark blinks, lifts his glass.

"No, the entire bottle."


"Do I need to get the vodka already?"

"What? No, you weirdo, Jesus... I hope the bathroom is right next to where *you're* sleeping, Lex."

Lex just snickers and points helpfully at the sidetable, where the two-liter bottle is waiting for him. Clark is suddenly remembering that part of the point of Truth or Dare -- at least as he'd always played it with Chloe -- was to make someone suffer for refusing to take truth.


It occurs to him that it might be easier to just take the drink, but then... he hadn't specified how big the drinks would be, had he? Oh, man.

Clark takes a deep breath, opens the bottle, and goes for it.

The first four swallows aren't so bad, but it's starting to tickle. Sneezing would be such a bad idea right now, so he's not going to do it, he's not going to do it, he's just going to pour this whole bottle right down his throat and...

Oh, man. He's also not going to puke.

Clark squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think of ways to drink faster. If he sort of... opened his throat a little...

And okay, that makes it come faster, all right. Right down his throat and he swallows and swallows and he needs to breathe pretty soon and... done.

Gasps and wipes his mouth and slams the bottle back down, crumpling it a little, turns to find Lex... watching him.

Or watching his throat.

Oh. Oh, that's --

Thought immediately cut off by the loudest, longest belch he's ever produced. It echoes. Clark blushes hard and looks away, but Lex just throws his head back and laughs.

And keeps laughing.

And snickering and Clark can't help but join in. "Hey, you made the dare, jerk."

Clark moves back over to the fire and tries not to pay attention to the way he seems to be... sloshing. Settles down across from Lex and waits for him to stop laughing.

"You ready?"

"Always." Blatant sexiness somewhat cracked by the way Lex starts snickering again, and man, Clark really has to make him pay.

"Truth or dare, Lex?"

Easy smile. "Truth."


Lex smirks at him.

"Fine, I'll just have to find a way to make you want to take a dare. Hmm..." And really, there are a lot of things he can ask Lex, that he wants to ask Lex, though maybe not a Lex who has just heard him make that noise. Still, though. Hard, awkward question. "Are you... attracted to me?"

Not even a pause. "Yes. Truth or Dare?"

"I... dare."

"I dare you to go out there on the balcony and scream -- at the top of your lungs -- that Whitney Fordman wears his mother's underwear."

"Are you insane?"

Lex glitters at him, all teeth and eyes and I'm-going-to-fuck-withyour -mind-and-you-can't-do-a-thing-about-it.

"I... it's cold out there."

"Vodka's right over there..."

"How many times have you played this game, Lex?"

"Ah-ah-ah... not your turn."

Clark shakes his head and goes outside.

Takes a deep breath.

Belches again.

"Oh, shut up, Lex!" And, really, anything to drown out the snickering. "WHITNEY FORDMAN WEARS HIS MOTHER'S PANTIES!!!" Turns around to come back in, but --

"That wasn't what I told you to yell."


"I said 'underwear.'"

"Do you know how well sound carries out here?"

Deeply satisfied smirk. "Yes."

"Oh, man, I hate you!"

"Wanna drink?"



"Okay. Okay. I..." And Lex is still sitting there, knee folded up, the other leg out straight. Not really spread, but... and Clark really needs to stop staring. "Do you want to have sex with me tonight?"

Lex actually pauses. Takes a swig of water and there's victory in that, but not the kind Clark wants. But game, right. And he's trying to think of something witty to say about forcing Lex to drink when,

"Yes, I do. Truth or dare."

"Jesus, Lex! Dare!"

Lex gives him the fakest innocent look he's ever seen. "I dare you to --"

"Wait, let me get the vodka."

"You know, there's something very wrong with the fact that you chose 'dare' and won't even let me get one out before going for the drinks..."

"I don't know if I'll survive another one of your dares, Lex!"

"Well, it's not too late to change to 'truth'..."

"Did you know that you look like a shark when you smile like that?"


Clark sits back down, bottle firmly in hand. "Dare me."

"I... dare you to choose truth in the next round."

Another one of those moments where the smart thing to do would be to laugh it off, say something about that being a lame dare, but... Lex is being serious. The kind of serious where there's really no way to say no, take the drink, and move on without also saying I-don't-trust-you.

And even if he's been saying that all along, there's no plausible deniability this time around. At all.

And Lex is waiting.

"Okay. I will." And his stomach is thanking him for not adding any more fluid, but also hating him really fiercely because. Because. Jesus. "Truth or dare." Can't quite look at Lex.


Has to close his eyes, squeeze them shut and breathe. "I dare you to let me keep my secrets. For now."

Hears Lex hiss out a breath and the look on his face is... some insane mix of amusement, pride, lust, and rage. It's... a very Luthor look. "Done. Truth or dare, Clark."

"I... truth."

"What..." Low, humorless laugh and Lex scrubs a hand over his head. "I can't believe we've managed this without actually opening the vodka."

Clark tries a smile, and very deliberately twists off the cap. Offers the bottle to Lex, who immediately takes a long drink.

"Mm. Okay, Clark. What do you want from me?"

"Um... wow. You mean... in general?"

Another laugh. "My mistake in not being specific about the question's parameters. You get to decide how to answer."

"Then I... I don't know yet --"

"Okay, then I guess it's my turn --"

"Wait. I wasn't finished answering."

Lex frowns at the bottle, surprisingly deep lines marring the smooth arc of his forehead. Almost like he doesn't want to know the answer. But...

"I want... I want to have sex with you." Swallows hard and doesn't know if it's easier or not that Lex isn't looking at him. "And I want to be your friend..."

And that makes Lex look up. Stare at him. Jesus, almost glare, which... which maybe makes sense.

Memory of himself yelling at Lex and stalking off suddenly far too vivid. Too many images of the way Lex looks when he lies. "Um. Truth or dare, Lex."

"Truth." Dark, hollow sound to his voice.

"What... can I do to make this okay?"

Shocked laugh. "God, Clark. Just... come here."

Crawls over, moving the bottle aside and then staring at it for a moment because... well, mainly because he can feel Lex staring at him and, God. Heat.

"There's no point in answering a dare and taking a drink, Clark."

"I thought..." Looks at Lex and gets a little lost in everything unsaid behind those eyes. "I thought we were going for truth."

"Were we? I've forgotten."

Close enough to feel Lex's breath on his face. Taste the alcohol burn and something sweeter that must've been his dessert.

"Truth or dare, Clark?"


And Lex is kissing him, really kissing him in a way that's not hard so much as wet and soft and endless and, God, hot.

Gets his hands on Lex's face, finally, finally, and it's exactly as smooth as it looks, living marble with subtle curves that fit his palms exactly the way he needs them to and Lex has a hand on his waist that's making Clark want.

Pushes forward, straddling Lex's legs, and the angle is a little harder, but every part of him that's pressed against Lex is thanking him for it. Warm, so warm, and he never wants to stop kissing, being kissed like this.

Sucks on Lex's tongue and dives in for more, but Lex's other hand is in his hair, tugging him back.

"Lex --" Oh. Lex needs to breathe. Right. Licks his lips sheepishly and has to thrust at the way it makes Lex's eyes narrow. "Lex."


Hand on his back, under his shirts and holding him, petting him, Lex is touching his skin and Clark is. Hard. Pushing. "Kiss me again."

Sleepy smile. "Sure." And Lex pulls him down and kisses him again, and again. Shallow, brief things that make Clark's hands shake, make him thrust against Lex's belly and moan into his mouth and oh, God.

"Lex --"

"Shh..." Licks at the corners of Clark's mouth and slowly makes the kisses deeper and longer until Clark thinks he might be able to come like this, fully clothed and helpless to Lex's tongue.

"Please, I need..."

"What do you need, hmm?" Gravel-voiced, husk-voiced and Lex is nuzzling him, one hand in Clark's hair and the other stroking his back and it's too... it's too innocent.

"I... more, Lex. Please touch me..."

"You should be more specific when you say things like that, Clark."

Impossible not to dip his head at the sound of that voice, kiss and mouth at the place where it's coming from. Lex's throat so pale and warm and alive under his mouth, steadfastly refusing to be as powdery as his brain thinks it should be. "Why?" he asks, more to get Lex to make more noise than anything else.

"You're practically begging to be teased."


"Mm. I could just touch you like this..." And Lex rubs small, terribly light circles at the small of Clark's back, ticklish and a little awful in the way it makes Clark want to beg. "... and I'd be fulfilling your request."

"Oh God..." Sucks hard at Lex's pulse.

"Fuck, Clark, that's..." Low, cheerful, evil laugh. "But I was saying; I could tease you, or..."


And Lex doesn't say a word, just slips his hand under the waistband of Clark's jeans, pulling them almost painfully tight against his cock, and oh, God, his finger was right there.

Pushing at the cleft of his ass and sliding down and pressing there and he can hear himself moan but can't do anything about it, doesn't want to if it means he can keep that feeling, that not quite tickle, not quite itch, entirely incredible and terrifying and he needs to be naked.

Pulls back and pulls his sweaters off, scrabbles at his fly and looks up to find Lex just watching him.

No teasing look on his face, no smirk, just this incredible look of pure heated interest and Clark can't decide whether to grin or grab for his cock. God, has to get his pants open and jeans are expensive and he can't rip these and he can't even classify the noise he makes when Lex takes his hand out of his hair and just undoes him one-handed.

Like this is something he hasn't just done, but done a lot.

Face burning at the thought, other boys, maybe other men and Clark's jealous and turned on but mostly he's just relieved to be able to breathe again.

Relieved and something entirely... else to be this close to naked under Lex's eyes. Ducks his head. "You... you didn't really ask, but I really want you, Lex. Want to touch you and have you do... God, whatever you want. Whatever you want is okay, Lex, because I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.

"About this. Just... please don't tease me."

Pale hand with long, strong fingers splayed against his belly. Something between a push and a caress. Clark can feel Lex's eyes on him but has no idea what he's supposed to do. "What do you think about, Clark?"

Gasps in a breath at that husky voice and pushes hard against Lex's hand, arches, tries to get it to go lower. "I. Your mouth. And your hands..." Places his own shaky hand over Lex's and pushes it down. Somewhere between relieved and terrified when Lex doesn't resist at all. "The way... the way you look at me oh Lex I'm so hard --"

"Shh, it's okay, I've got you..."

And it's true. Lex has one hand wrapped firmly around his cock and the other doing dark, wonderful things to his ass. Things that make Clark push and rock and thrust and if he just watches Lex's hand, watches it squeeze and stroke him so rough, so sure...

"Look at me, Clark."

Does, helpless not to obey, and Lex is looking into his eyes, seems to be trying to look all the way into his brain, as if every secret is right there to be read if he just looks hard enough.

Clark leans in for a kiss and neither of them close their eyes for more than just blinks and it just makes it hotter, more real and terrifying and the sounds he's making would be humiliating if Lex did anything other than swallow them and work to make Clark make more.

And Lex is biting him now, his lips, his chin, his jaw, his throat and --

"Harder, Lex..."

Bite to his earlobe. "Because I won't leave marks, right, Clark? Because I *couldn't* leave marks."

"Oh God --"

And Lex is pushing, tongue in his ear, finger in -- oh Jesus -- in his ass and it feels so good and he's gonna be sick and he's gonna come and he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to do nothing but feel.

Tries to do anything but listen to Lex.

"... have to know I wouldn't use it to hurt you, Clark. Do you like lying to me? Does it get you off?" Rough thrust in --


"No what, Clark? Do you want me to stop?"

Both hands still and for a second Clark can't hear anything but his own harsh breaths, can't feel anything but desperate. Like being locked in the dark and teased, God, teased. "Please, Lex..."

"You can't even look at me. But you want to be friends. And you want me to touch you. That's a little fucked up, Clark." And Lex isn't touching him anywhere anymore.

Clark shivers and laughs and can't bring himself to care about the edge to it. Now would be... a really good time to get the hell out of here, or at least off Lex's lap, but. God. He still feels good. Feels good, even if he can't stop pushing. Clark takes a long, deep breath. Forces himself to look at Lex, really look at him. "I thought you were going to let me keep my secrets."

"You didn't say how long --"

"Oh, that's bullshit, Lex! You knew what I was talking about!"

Lex just tilts his head at him, crosses his arms over his chest in a move that would look defensive on anyone else, but just looks smug on him. "That's not how the rules work, Clark." Probably defensive anyway.

"Christ. You're really going to bring this down to a game?"

Lex's eyes shadow for a nearly imperceptible moment. "What else should it be?"

Clark scrubs his hands through his hair and now, okay, he can get up. Manages not to trip over his low-hanging jeans. Manages very, very easily not to look at Lex when he does them up. Enough of his hard-on is gone that it isn't actively painful, at least. But when it comes to actually walking out the door...

"You don't have to leave, you know."

Clark wishes he could read something into that voice, but Lex is being extremely obvious about showing as little as possible. "You don't have to pretend you don't give a shit."

Slightest pause, and Clark turns enough to see Lex's hand on the bottle of the vodka, idly stroking the short neck. "Is that what I'm doing?"

"I don't know if this little trend has made it to Metropolis, but most people tend to show a little emotion when they're pissing on a. A friendship."

Sharp laugh. "A friendship with secrets? That's what I call a business arrangement between enemies."

Clark clenches his fists. "God, Lex, you have to know it doesn't have to be this way."

"Neither of us has to do anything." And that... God, how screwed up is it to find a little hope in the fact that Lex at least sounds sad?

And how far out of the realm of possibility would it be for Lex to fake emotion to get what he wanted? After all, Clark had brought it up. Left it out there like a thread on a sweater, just waiting for someone to yank the whole thing apart.

Has to see.

Lex is staring at the fire, hands resting on his thighs. Sitting ruler straight and barely even blinking.


"I won't beg, Clark."

"I don't want you to. Not for --" Bites his lips to stop the words because now is really, really not the time.

It makes Lex laugh, though. A real one, if brief. "I think you could make me beg for that without trying very hard..." Lex picks up the bottle and eyes it critically. "Stay here. Drink with me. Fuck me." Looks up at Clark as he says that last, and his eyes are bleak. Angry and a little cold and sadness under everything else.

"I don't want to get drunk, Lex."

"Then you can watch me drink."

"Can't you... give me time? It's not like anyone else knows..." Trails off a little helplessly.

"But you don't want the same things from me as you do from... everyone else."

"Stop pretending this is about me, Lex. Just... please."

Tiny smile. "Well... it's about both of us, don't you think?

"Why does it have to be a transaction?"

"Everything is, when you get right down to it --"

"I want to be with you, Lex. Not your father."

And Lex just turns around and stares at him. Too many emotions on his face to get a fix on any one before it just goes... blank. Smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "It's not very nice to bring up someone's parents when you're trying to get laid, Clark."

"*Don't*, Lex! Jesus, don't shut down like that. I don't want to be with some... pathetic excuse for a robot, either!"

"You want a lot for someone who isn't willing to give anything."

"You can't just sit there and tell me I'm not giving anything here, Lex. What am I supposed to think here? You're telling me that nothing -- nothing -- is more important than my secrets. Could you just think about that for a minute?"


"Please, Lex."

And Lex is up in his face, just like that. "Fuck you. Don't... don't beg me for this! Just... just tell me why you don't trust me."

"I don't know! God, maybe it has something to do with what you're willing to do get my secrets out of me."

Lex doesn't move, but still gives the impression of... drawing back. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Did you even want to... want to have sex with me, Lex? You... you promised to let it go and then you... you teased me until I was ready to go crazy and then you pushed me away -- no, don't start. You did."

"I've never lied to you, Clark. I've made no secret of what I want from you. Everything I want. Truth, remember?"

"Yeah, well, what's next, Lex? Hire someone to spy on me? Blackmail me like Phelan?"

Lex ducks his head, smiles something twisted and dark. "And who says... that I haven't?"

"... Lex? You..." And Clark wants to say 'you wouldn't,' but first wouldn't he have to believe that? Lex... is being very honest.

In exactly the wrong way to make Clark respond in kind.

"Oh God, Lex, why would you do that to me?"

"Because I..." Lex looks him dead in the eye. "Because you lied to me, and lied to me, and lied to me again. Because I could. I can. Do whatever. I want."

Clark finds himself nodding slowly. He can't stop and he can't seem to make his body do anything else. Stiff, almost aching and he realizes that every muscle is tensed, every part of him ready to be hit, but, well.

He already has been, hasn't he?

"Lex, I could have... I would have." And Clark swallows everything back, turns around, and walks out.

Out of the study and down the hall and down the stairs and out the front door and he's still walking by the time he gets to the fields. Still moving like a human because... because there's no room for error anymore, is there?

By the time the weeds are tall enough to hide him, though, he's running full out.

Home is just a place where the hum, the whine of unfinished behind his eyes can be drowned out with work.

Cleaning the barn, clearing the rafters of spiderwebs and detritus. Walking the beams fast and incautious and still not falling and he thinks... he thinks he might welcome the slam to the ground, if only to have something utterly uncomplicated to feel. The flare of sensation that would be gone too fast for him to identify it as pain, the rush of air from his lungs...

He's fallen before.

He doesn't feel nearly pathetic enough to jump.

Recalibrating the telescope eats another half an hour, confirming that he doesn't actually want to watch Lana continue to comfort Whitney much, much less. Part of him desperately wanting to tell the guy to suck it up, but it's not like he does all that well when one of his parents is in trouble. Much less possibly dying.


It would be easier, so much easier to go back to that moment when, after watching Lex just light up for Victoria at the gala, after watching Lana look at Whitney's retreating back with confusion, then sadness, then that frustrated anger... all of it so wonderfully mild with her.

Peace like something at the very heart of Lana, and he'd thought... he'd thought he maybe deserved that.

Only not at the cost of everything he was supposed to believe in. Everything he did believe in. Most of the time.

And Lex... well, hadn't he pushed Clark in his own way? Showing off his entire... fucked up life with amusement (honesty) and then pointing out that the reason he liked Clark was that he was the opposite.

Pushing Lana away... Something he'd maybe even done for Lex. Because it was one thing to live up to your parents' expectations, and to those of your friends' who've known you all your life, but Lex...

He'd wanted to be that genuinely good person that proved everything about Luthor life wrong, even though Lex had put so much time and effort into trying to make Clark prove it right.

It was like winning. In a stupid and painful way, but winning just the same, and this time, maybe, with a prize at the end of it.

Not every relationship was about love, but... some of them were.

Just not the ones Clark wants.


If what Lex wanted from him was what made him different from (Victoria) everyone else in his life, then.


No secrets.

But why does it have to be so terrifying?

And Clark feels... unfinished. Raw. Too needy for words. Mindless with it not long after he lets himself just lean back against the wall and feel it. Remember those kisses that offered so much and the tantalizingly hard feel of the body he hasn't gotten to see.

Hasn't let himself see. Yet.

Because there'd always been the possibility that all he'd have to do is ask.

And the Lex who laughs at him for belching and makes him yell crude things to the night sky is the same Lex who apparently has someone -- someones? -- spying on him.

Using his powers on Lex had always seemed like something to be done after he'd lost. Maybe it had all been wrapped up in that. Secrets that could never actually be revealed and the need to be normal, just normal, for the one person who seemed to want nothing but that from him.

Except when he didn't.

Too many contradictions. But it should be a sign of health, right? To want two people that were so completely different?

No one would ever call Lex mild. No one with eyes. Senses.

A girl to drown in and a man to... what?

And he could call. He's had Lex's cell phone number for long enough to know that he never really did move too far away from it, even if calling his actual house phone was just as likely to end up with Clark listening to it ring and ring than anything else...

And is he really thinking about this?

Because if he is...

Then he might as well just go back.

Face whatever this is and. And.

Easiest to jump out the loft window, take a moment to get his feet and then run. No thought there, and squeezing through the bars, punching in the updated security codes, making his way up the stairs... All of these things have been done enough time to be thoughtless.


Like the flickering light from the fire.

Like the back curve of Lex's scalp over the armchair, and the stillness that settles over him when he senses Clark's presence, always half a beat before Clark thinks he should.

The bottle is at his side, but still mostly full.

He doesn't know if that makes this easier or harder.

Moves up to just behind the chair, wipes his palms on his jeans.

Slides them over the fine fabric until he's cupping Lex's shoulders. Hard arches of them just another shape he wants to learn by heart.

"Truth or dare, Clark." Quiet-voiced, but there in a way Clark can't quite define. And... it wasn't as if he didn't know this was coming.

"Truth." Squeezes, just a little.

"Why did you come back?"

Not quite the question he was expecting, but Clark thinks maybe he was expecting that, so... "Because I had to."

"Nobody has to do anything."

"Truth or dare, Lex."


"Do you really believe that?"

Shoulders tensed beneath his hands, and it's the only thing Clark can do to squeeze again, as gently as he knows how. He's always been strong enough to work the knots out of his father's back.

His mother's too, for that matter.

But this has nothing to do with that, and everything to do with the heat beneath his palms as he slides his hands down Lex's chest. Presses. "Do you, Lex?"

"I... no. I don't."

More than a little frightening how just that one statement makes something warm and addictive unroll inside him, but why should it be different than anything else? Bends over the chair and nuzzles Lex's scalp, kisses it when Lex sighs. Again for the feel.


"It's your turn."

"God." And Lex tries to tilt his head back, but the chair back is too high.

Clark comes around, crouches in front of him.

Kneels and rests his hands on Lex's thighs and can't look up. "Your turn."

Hand in his hair, gently heavy. Warm as everything else. "Truth or dare, Clark."


"Are you... are the things you can do a result of the meteor shower?"

"No. Sort of. I don't think so?" Presses a kiss to Lex's knee through the fabric of his trousers. "Truth or dare."


Looks up, and Lex is just so... open for this. Like this is exactly what he's been waiting for. Like it couldn't be any other way. Shivers a little and closes his eyes again, and Lex strokes his face. "Is there anything you wouldn't tell me?" Thumb on his mouth, dragging a little at his lower lip and Clark kisses it. Licks it and opens his mouth and sucks it in and --

"God, no."

Squeezes Lex's thighs a little helplessly, strokes and pets and keeps sucking until Lex takes his thumb back.

"Truth or dare."


"Are you afraid of me, Clark?"


Something between a gasp and a sigh. "I don't want to be. Frightening."

Has to smile a little. "Yeah, you do. But I know... you don't want to scare me."

Lex snorts. "Not away, at least."

Clark slips his hands a little further up Lex's thighs, to the bulge Lex's tailoring can't hide. Doesn't want this to be sex. Not yet. "Truth or dare."


"Are you afraid of me?"


Clark has to squeeze his eyes shut but Lex is right there. Holding him still.

"But not for the reasons you think I should be."

"Oh. I... oh." And it's only getting scarier, but it's so much better...

"Truth or dare, Clark."


"Are you human?"


Sharp intake of breath and Lex squeezes his face a little hard, something that might be painful for a real person, but Clark feels real. Real enough.

And Lex under his hands is nothing Clark can imagine giving up. "Truth or dare, Lex."


"Does it matter?"

Lex's laugh is a little strangled, but brief. Gaze locked on Clark's own. "Not enough to stop me."

"God, Lex..."

"Yes. Yeah. Truth or dare."

Itch under his skin and he's not sure how much more of this he can take. "You know what I'll say, Lex, I -- God. Truth."

"Are you going to stay with me tonight?"

And Clark can't hold in a noise he doesn't want to call a whimper. Hands in his hair again. God. God. "Yes. Truth or dare, Lex?"


"In your best fantasies about me... what am I doing?"

"Oh, fuck --" Hands tighten in his hair. "We're here. Just like. Just like this --"

"Do I use my mouth?"

And Lex is the one closing his eyes, slipping one hand out of Clark's hair to squeeze his cock viciously through his pants and that's it, game over, it's too much. Clark shakes Lex's hand out of his hair and leans in, knocks the other away from Lex's crotch and doesn't bother looking for any more truth than what he can find by tearing open Lex's pants and.

"Your boxers are lavender, too?"

"I'll put on tighty fucking whiteys if you promise to hurry."

Clark snickers and gets this rush. This pure wash of feeling that he could maybe go completely off the rails right here on Lex's thick carpet and end up dying a hopelessly cracked virgin. God, lavender, but Lex's hips just roll as he watches and.


Lavender, yeah, but light enough to show where Lex is leaking. Hot and hard and wet for him and Clark takes a shuddery breath and leans in.

Presses his face hard against Lex's cock and just breathes for long moments, wanting every trace of Lex's scent, so much harder to catch than his own. Male in a way he wasn't aware he understood.


Dreamy-voiced Lex, low and gravel-voiced Lex so obviously just loving what Clark's doing, even though he hasn't done anything yet. Tries to imagine Lex nuzzling his own cock through his boxers and thinks he gets it, though.

Moans and opens his mouth and sucks at the head through the silk but he can't tease. Maybe -- definitely -- some other time, but not now. Pulls them down gently and wraps his fist around the root of Lex's cock.

So dark compared to the rest of him, the living part of the statue, the neediest part or maybe just the most obvious and it doesn't matter.

Clark glances up to find Lex watching him hungrily, knuckles whiter than white where he's grasping the arms of the chair. Wanting. Keeps watching while he licks a stripe from the top of his fist to the head, and had he thought he'd wind up doing anything else when he knelt here?

Didn't matter. Lex's dick is in his hand and Clark can taste his pre-come, his sweat and whatever it is that makes Lex himself. So much stronger here than his face.

Pure and rawly human in a way that makes Clark ache.

Watches the muscles in Lex's jaw clench as he sucks the head between his lips and kisses it, wants to make love to it, just that one part of Lex's body, the rest when he's done.

And Lex watches and watches and oh. Starts to shake when Clark uses his tongue there. A scar he doesn't have, will hopefully never have, even if it does make Lex shudder when Clark licks it, pulls off to try and fail to suck at it.

Makes Lex throw his head back and breathe like something dying when he presses his tongue up flat against it and just... scrapes.


Clark's mouth is wet, aching for it like every fantasy he thinks would've killed him if he'd had them before this moment, before being able to touch. "Lex --"

Forgets what he wanted to say when Lex just cries out and Clark has to. Opens wide and barely remembers to cover his teeth and goes down until he can kiss his own fist, until he can feel Lex bumping at his palate and oh, all over his tongue.

Pre-come leaking, burning him, flares of taste impossible to wrap his head around, wrap his lips around oh God, oh God, sucks and licks a little wildly, a little helplessly, fucks his mouth as best he can and Lex...

Long, gasping silences broken by chopped-off wails, every sound fought and fought until finally Lex is just wailing, thrusting up and up off the chair like something wild, something electrified and utterly --

"Clark -- I'm going to -- I can't --"

Clark moans around Lex's cock and swallows the first jet of come before he knows he's doing it. Shock of it makes him lose the rest, choking a little and pulling back to catch the rest on his chin and cheek.

"Oh God, Clark, God..."

Wipes his face with his fingers. Rubs it over his lips because some part of him needs to and then Lex is sliding off the chair, straddling Clark's lap and ripping his pants even more and kissing him hard.

God, almost an angry kiss and there's nothing to do but surrender to it, fall back to the floor when Lex pushes, suddenly really happy to be flexible because there's really nothing he can do with his legs with the chair in the way, but...

That really doesn't matter anymore, does it?

Clark grins into the kiss and rolls them over, kicking the chair back gently and figuring he's done well enough when he doesn't hear anything crash. Lex under him...

Flushed and sweating, eyes bright, almost birdlike with a hard edge of hunger Clark thinks he might never be able to cure.

And Clark thinks he might be hard enough to actually die from it. Can't keep from thrusting against Lex's hip, silk and wet and not enough skin.

"What do you want, Clark? What should I do?"

"God, Lex... same answer. Anything, just --"

"Don't tease. Okay, c'mon, straddle my chest..."

"Oh Jesus. I don't want to hurt you --"

"Shh. It's okay, just. Fuck, Clark, I can't believe you..." Lex closes his eyes tight and Clark can't keep himself from leaning in, kissing the crinkled eyelids and licking them, licking all over Lex's face.

Nuzzles him and keeps rocking and winds up slicking Lex's face with the come on his own and licks it away and then Lex's hands are in his hair, holding him still while he takes Clark's mouth.

It's not slow or gentle but it still isn't enough. Too wet. Too... something he isn't even sure of, but he just needs so much more.

Almost right when Lex catches Clark's lower lip between his teeth and pulls. Makes Clark shoot another jet of pre-come and moan. Collapse a little, just on to his elbows, and Lex is stroking his back and Clark just wants to be naked.

Kneels up and strips off his shirts, getting caught in them when Lex sits up and bites his nipple. Can't describe the noise he makes and doesn't care. Just has to get his hands free, his body bare for Lex.

Hands on his skin so warm and right, soft, wet lips and hard teeth and Lex is biting his chest all over. Bright flashes of intensity and Clark fumbles between them for his fly. Manages to get it open, but there's not enough room in this position to get his pants and shorts off and it's just so hard to even imagine pulling away from what Lex is doing.

Moans helplessly. "Lex... Lex I'm gonna come in my pants --"

Lex bites him even harder and Clark can feel that first throbbing pulse somewhere low in his belly and cries out. Lets himself be pushed and rolled onto his back and Lex is working his jeans and boxers down.

Clark's cock is wet, leaking. Hard and dark and aching under Lex's hungry, beautiful look and Clark can't help but arch up. "Please..."

And Lex doesn't tease. Just bends his head and takes him in, pulling the foreskin back a little farther and sucking hard and Clark digs his fingers into the carpeting and tries not to thrust but it's so good.

Wet and slick around him and this is what he needs, what he wants, and God, have they ever been so perfectly the same thing before? Can't stop calling Lex's name, can't keep his eyes open when Lex just...

God. All the way in.

Inside Lex and those strong, hot hands on his hips urging him to thrust, urging him to fuck, to take Lex's mouth and just the realization that Lex wants that is enough to send him over the edge, pumping and sweating and begging and needing, so badly, exactly this.

Clark hears a thump and realizes that it's his head hitting the floor. Time like taffy, and there are long moments where he tries to gauge how much he should wince for the hurt, given the loudness of the thump... the math he learned in school was never so complicated as his life.

And then the lightness and terror because... he doesn't have to wince at all.

Doesn't have to do anything but lay here and try to get his breath back. Enjoy Lex's damply hot weight over his thighs.

Soft kisses there that tickle in a way that has nothing to do with the physical, and eventually Lex crawls up beside him. Strokes his face and looks down at him with a sort of wild, sort of lazy affection.

"Come to bed with me."

Clark swallows and nods. Follows Lex up the stairs, through dimly lit halls. Naked to the waist, Lex the same from the other direction. It's a little ridiculous, but Clark can't stop watching the play of muscle in Lex's ass and legs just the same. Laughter and lust two things that Clark's never quite had twist themselves together before, and he really wants to know what his expression's like, considering the one on Lex's face. Amused and puzzled.


"I... it's just weird. That we're both naked to the waist. In. Um. Different ways. And... I can't possibly explain why I find that both funny and hot so maybe I'll just stop talking now."

Lex snorts, tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it at some random corner of the huge bedroom. Lights low enough that it's actually in shadow. "Is this better?"

"Well, I'm not laughing..."

Lex cocks his head at him. A calmer version of that I'm-studyingyou -and-there's-nothing-you-can-do-about-it look that Clark's... really getting used to, actually. "Do you want to be?"

Shrugs. It's kind of a weird conversation to have, something they could maybe be talking about with their clothes on. In the Beanery, maybe, or somewhere on the grounds while Clark teases Lex about refusing to wear a hat, even in winter. But Lex is naked, arms crossed and leaning casually against a squared bedpost.

Starting to get hard again as Clark watches.

Smiling. "Come here."

And there's nothing to do but obey, but that word doesn't sound entirely right in his head. There's power here, and command, but it's... shakes his head and Lex is cupping his cheek. Light fingerstrokes against the bone and Clark turns into the touch.

Licks Lex's palm, a little startled that he hadn't thought to kiss it first, but thought... he's not doing well with thought. He wants to touch Lex all over.

He wants Lex's teeth.

Clark shapes his hands to Lex's hips and pulls him close, losing it a little at the blunted feel of Lex's cock against his jeans. God, still dressed. And he distinctly remembers not being able to imagine walking through the house -- the castle -- completely naked, but now it seems incredibly stupid.

Maddeningly stupid not to be naked when Lex is, and the bed is right there...

Clark pulls away long enough to shuck his jeans and shorts and crawls onto the bed, soft and dusty-cool comforter beneath him that he automatically classifies as down. Lex follows, settles over him.

"You can take my weight easily, can't you?" Not entirely a question, and that slightly wild look is back in Lex's eyes. "No trouble breathing?"

"God, no. Lex, you're so..." Shakes his head again and holds Lex hard against him. Can't keep his hands still along the sleek flesh of his back, can't make himself do it, not with the way it makes Lex's eyes almost close sometimes, narrow hard others.

Stroking and pressing and he wants Lex to push down hard, rest his whole weight and press Clark down into the mattress. All that skin.

Spreads his legs until he can rub the insides of his thighs against the outsides of Lex's. So smooth and it's incredible to watch Lex's body rise and fall with each breath Clark takes, to feel his cock lined up perfectly with his own. Not thrusting against each other yet, but the possibility is there.

So many possibilities. Cups Lex's ass and squeezes, pulls him in hard against him, groaning at the feel even as Lex gasps.

"Clark --"

"Lex, you can do anything, I promise, it won't hurt..."

Choked laugh and God, yes, Lex's teeth at his throat. One sharp, hard bite after another as Lex moves in the tight circle of Clark's arms. Necklace of bites that won't bruise.

Moans and tilts his head back, brings one hand back up to Lex's scalp and presses him in closer. Humid breath and slick tongue and Clark's hard again. Wanting.


"You like that?"

"Yeah, yes don't stop --"

And Lex is biting his way down his chest, lingering on Clark's nipples until the flares of intensity are just running in to each other without pause, until Clark's arching up off the bed and has to take his hands from Lex's body.

Control slipping so easily and Clark thinks he might never get the chance to get enough of Lex's skin, if only because he doesn't want to hurt him with it and Lex makes him so lost.

Tongue in his belly button and it tickles enough to make him laugh through a groan and --

"Is that what you're talking about, Clark?"

"Jesus --"

And Lex tongues him there over and over again, fingertips running light and teasing over his belly and it's hot and it's awful and every once in a while Lex bites at his belly and it's wonderful. God. To have this.

"Lex, God, that feels so good -- ah --" Hand on his balls, cupping and measuring. Squeezing, just the way Clark does when everything feels too good for him not to when he's alone. Spreads his legs further and seeing Lex kneeling up between them is almost as good as having all his warmth and weight pressed to his skin.

"I can't hurt you..." And he sounds almost dreamy, thumb pressing his sac while one finger roams behind. Slickly sensitive patch of skin Clark's learned a lot about since he started having those thoughts about Lex. About what Lex might know.

And want. "Anything, Lex..." Hissing intake of breath and Lex presses hard with that roaming finger, sliding it down until he hits that spot and Clark has to groan aloud. Can't take his eyes away from Lex's own and he watches them get wilder and wilder. Makes him feel a little wild, too. "Truth or dare, Lex?"

"What...?" Choked laugh and Lex shakes his head like a dog. Licks sweat from his upper lip. "Truth, Clark. Ask." Almost a command.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes." Narrow-eyed smile of the type Clark isn't sure he should like so much. "And I want to do it very, very hard."

Clark feels himself flush, break out in fresh sweat. Wants to grab Lex and make him do everything that smile promises. Wants to be able to show the marks afterward, even if only to himself in the mirror. "Oh God. Do it, Lex." Bites his lip and tries to spread his legs even further apart. Nowhere near as flexible as he wants to be, especially when Lex slips his free hand up the inside of Clark's thigh, stroking and pushing. Just a little.

"You're... incredible, Clark. I'm going to make this so good for you..."

And he thinks Lex was about to say something else, something short and sharp to fill that little pause, thinks he might even be able to guess it, but it doesn't matter with Lex touching him.

Less than doesn't matter with Lex's other hand slipping up and in, one finger circling Clark's hole while the other pushes and pushes at that spot and Clark bucks up helplessly, cries out when Lex's finger slips in dry and mostly accidentally.

"Jesus, Clark, sorry --"

"Oh God, it burns, Lex push it in further --"

And Lex doesn't wait, just shoves his finger in to the second knuckle, still working his other finger and Jesus, it's good, it's pure, raw feeling and he can't believe he'd never even considered trying this without lube, because Lex feels...

It's so hot, burning all through him in a way that he isn't sure will make him come, but he doesn't want it to stop... "Lex, please..."

"What do you need, Clark?" Voice low and rough again and Clark loves that. Needs that, as much as he can get it, but there aren't words for that. None he can say, anyway.

"Move... move it around. I..." Has to squeeze his eyes shut as Lex's eyes get even wilder. On the edge. "Fuck me with it... or just fuck me, God, I don't care I just --"

"Yeah, yeah, we can do that, just let me --"

And Clark cries out something that might be Lex's name when the finger inside him starts to move, thrusting and turning and skewering him and this is being fucked, this is Lex staring him down and devouring every one of Clark's reactions with his eyes and opening him.

Sharp crook and his prostate is being hit from both sides and Clark bucks helplessly, tossing his head. Can't keep his eyes open anymore because this will make him come and he wants Lex inside him first.

"Easy, Clark, God, this is... you're... God. Gonna put in another finger now..." And Lex sounds so shaky, but his hands are perfect. Steady and hard and oh, God. Stretching him open and Clark wonders why he isn't lighting the room, setting it on fire, because it's never been like this before.

Intense and endless in a terrifying way that makes Clark want to ask his parents to maybe sell him to Lex, because this is like.

Being human.

Clark digs his fingers into the sheets, shooting a jet of pre-come at the sound of tearing cloth and the way it seems to make Lex rougher.

More ruthless and the thought that Lex was still holding back, that there's more here he can have... "Lex, please, I need you in me I need --"

"Clark..." More croaked than spoken and Lex is pulling out, lining up against him, "This is... oh, Jesus, Clark, be ready --"

And Clark's eyes roll back in his head when he feels the push. Like being invaded, taken over and taken and Lex's cock is bigger than his fingers. He'd known that, but now he knows it with his body and he can't wait to have it all in him.

Pulls his knees up and locks his feet behind Lex's back and pulls --

"Ah fuck Clark --"

Has to yell because it's like having iron inside him. Hard and hot and implacable and Lex is panting, cursing quietly. Stroking Clark's chest and after a while words start to make sense again.

"... so tight you're so... God fuck hot --"

And a babbling Lex is something he hadn't even considered, but it makes him feel powerful, huge with it, necessary in some rawly physical way he hadn't even considered. His body is screaming at him, and Clark just wants more. "Lex, you have to move --"

Short, sharp thrust and Lex's fingers are digging into Clark's thighs, Lex's head is thrown back and he sounds almost pained. "Clark God Clark --" Pulls out all the way and slams back in and it makes both of them yell this time.

Clark is burning, spread wide and speared and God, he can feel every inch. His body cataloguing and sharing and it's spreading all through him. Makes his cock pulse over his belly and he's not coming yet, but God, soon.

Lex balls-deep inside him and shuddering. Flushed all over, throat stretched and gorgeous. Clark reaches up to touch it, stroke it, and Lex moans. Flexes inside him.

"Lex this is so good --"

"Ah, God, Clark, you're perfect..." And he starts to find a rhythm, thrusting long and slow and hard and the scrape of it inside him...

Clark doesn't know how he's going to live without this. Can't imagine going back to his narrow, cold bed and being forced to sleep empty inside.

"I'm not letting you get away..." Sharper thrust with a hip twist that makes Clark scream, clutch at Lex with his thighs.

"Please please yes --"

"Ah, fuck... this is great, but I can't..." Trails off panting, buried inside Clark, braced above him on his arms. "I... sorry, Clark, but I need a little lube. This might not hurt you, but..." Smiling ruefully.

And it takes a moment to sink in, but, "oh. Oh, Jesus, Lex, I'm sorry, get the lube!"

Lex's snicker moves them both, and it's everything Clark can do to keep himself from clenching, even a little bit. So good. Even the feeling of Lex pulling out, so slowly...

Needs him back inside him. Now.

But Lex is scrabbling in the bedside table, tossing random things aside until he comes up with a small bottle that looks far too elegant to hold lube, but it's all part of the ludicrously rich experience, he guesses.

Lex pours some on his fingers and rubs them around. Catches Clark watching and smirks. "I'll use as little as possible, I swear. I just want to be able to put on boxers tomorrow without wincing."

Clark blushes. "That obvious?"

"Mm. Only when you're this turned on." And Lex moves between his thighs and takes their cocks in one hand --

"Oh God --"

Strokes them together, getting them both so slick and yeah, this is good, this is Lex's hand and Lex's cock and even though he can feel Lex's eyes on him, Clark doesn't dare open his own.

Too much.

Slide and pulse of their cocks together and God, the feel. Nothing like it ever before and Clark doesn't want it to end, wants more of everything and he might be speaking, but he can't tell.

Doesn't care.

Arches up into Lex's touch, gentle like he knows Clark doesn't want to come yet, or just doesn't want Clark to come for his own reasons. Hot, coiling thing in his belly that could be fear or lust or both and there's something wrong with ruthless Lex being as sexy as out-of-control Lex, but Clark can't help it.

"In me, Lex, God in me..."

"I can get deeper if you're on your hands and knees..."

Clark moans and *can't* move for a moment, the kiss of their cocks too hot, too sweet, but...


Shifts away and turns over, resting his head on his arms and bracing his knees as far apart as he can manage.

"Oh, Clark..."

And Lex spreads him, pauses for a heart-thudding moment where Clark thinks frustration alone might push him over the edge and then slams in.

Slicker, yes, more diffuse, but Clark doesn't have time to be wistful because Lex is moving fast.

Fast and hard and the only thing Clark can do is match the rhythm as best he can. They're rocking the bed and Lex is oh God fucking him. Ruthless and out of control and Clark gets it. Not something they could have done the other way, not without Lex being in large amounts of pain, but this way...

"Don't... don't hold back --"

Vicious squeeze of his hips. "God, Clark --" And Lex is pounding into him, rhythm going ragged almost immediately and every breath is caught on a note low in Lex's chest. Every slap of Lex's balls against his ass blushingly hot. The best kind of humiliation and the worst kind of joke and Clark is biting the pillow, clawing at the sheets and Lex is so good, Lex knows what he needs, thinks he's perfect perfect --

Groans out something that might be Lex's name and comes hard. Shuddering and jerking and he's worried about throwing Lex off, but Lex just rides him through it. Gripping Clark's hips and taking him and it might be even better now that he's come.

Now that he can feel it with every nerve ending sensitized, electrified...

Clark pushes back on every thrust, still gasping out helpless little moans until Lex slams in one last time and shoots.

Oh God oh God comes inside him and Clark thinks he might get hard again much, much too soon because that's... oh that's incredible.

And so is Lex collapsed on top of him, breathing roughly between wet, biting kisses to Clark's neck and shoulders.

It takes a while to get them both settled on their backs, but Clark can't bring himself to care. Lex's skin something to be experienced, treasured and held and hoarded.

Throws an arm over Lex's waist and burrows under his armpit without thought.

"Well, of course you're a cuddler."

Clark winces a little at that, but... "I'm only moving if you can fight me off, jerk."

Rich, low, satisfied chuckle and Lex's hand in Clark's sweat-damp hair. "I wouldn't dream of it."

And it's not long before Clark is dozing, sated and comfortable.

Dreams something too muted to understand, everything under a layer of something he has no name for. He doesn't mind the dimness.

Wakes sometime later to an empty bed and the sound of a running shower... yeah, he's feeling a little disgusting, too. Shakes off the sleep haze and makes his way to the bathroom, pleased to find the door open. Lex only had a few candles lit instead of the full blast of whatever kind of light castle bathrooms abuse people with. Snickers sleepily to himself and just watches Lex shower for a minute.

Slow, dozy motions with the soap and that long, lean body turning into the water...

Lex jerks the door open abruptly. "Are you joining me or not?"

Clark grins. "I was thinking of taking up voyeurism as a hobby."

Lex snorts. "Sadly, I stopped giving three a.m. shows a few years ago. Catch the matinee."

Clark rolls his eyes and steps in to the shower, gratified to find Lex likes the water nearly as hot as he does. Throws his head back in the stream and mm's a little before shaking out his hair and grinning down at Lex.

Who's leaning against the back wall of the shower with an eyebrow raised.


"Just a little voyeurism, Clark. Go on, keep going..."

"Jeez, Lex, I'm just taking a shower!"

"In a way that's making me consider installing cameras in here, yes."

Clark smirks and hauls Lex into his arms, wrapping him up tight against him until he stops struggling. "Say uncle."

Lex bites his shoulder hard and hangs on, instead.

"What are you, a terrier?" And Clark can't even come close to making out what Lex says against his skin. Doesn't matter -- he likes the rumble of it. Loves all the wet skin and indulges himself, soaping Lex's back with his bare hands.

Lex finally stops biting him. "You're going to have to turn me around at some point, Clark."

"Uh huh, I know. Just don't blink, 'kay?"

"Wha --?"

And he has Lex's soap-slick back against his chest to rub against. Way better than a washcloth, especially with Lex sputtering something about unfair. Clark grins against Lex's scalp, licks away the water there and strokes and soaps Lex's chest and belly until he's quiet again.

Leaning back against him with a rueful smile on his face, fingers lightly tracing Clark's thighs.

"I could learn to love this shower."

"Even when I get pruney and unattractive?"

"Oh, I'll kick you out eventually, Lex."

Lex snorts. "Asshole."

"Mm, yeah... about that..." Rocks a little against Lex's ass, not really hard again yet, but it's a possibility worth considering.

Lex just laughs and turns to scrub Clark down, occasionally tilting his head up to bite at Clark's jawline.

Eventually they make it back to bed, after a brief, wonderful detour to the shower floor that leaves them both yawning. Lex pulls Clark over him like an extra blanket, and sleep is a weight Clark doesn't spend too much effort fighting, but...

"Truth or dare, Clark..."

"Mmph. Truth."

"Why did you tell me?"

Tired enough that Clark actually has to think a moment, translate Lex's question into something his brain can actually wrap itself around. Another to figure out the best answer. "For this. I wanted... this."

"But we'll wake up in the morning, and I'll still know." And Lex has that closed voice again, something Clark's beginning to associate with protection, even if he can't figure out how, or why.

"Yeah, you will. But I'll still have this." Grins against Lex's chest. "Right?"

Lex's pause is enough to make the grin fade some, but, "Right."

Not too much.

After all, it's not like he's going to let Lex win.


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