Part 7
Lex didn’t exactly hurry through his shower, but he didn’t want to leave his lover for too long, even if Chloe was there and was sympathetic. Shutting his eyes against the spray, Lex sighed, wondering if maybe, despite what Clark had said, they should have given it more time before coming out. His selfishness had got Clark hurt. Lex was convinced that Pete’s reaction had been *so* vehement, simply because Clark was with him. Lex shook himself and switched the shower off, towelling himself dry quickly. He got dressed, smiling a little at the clothes Clark had brought for him, a little more casual than usual. Downstairs, Martha Kent watched him walk down the stairs, then smiled. “Clark’s taken some breakfast to the loft, if you’re staying.” Lex nodded, “Thank you, I think I will. I… I’m sorry about last night, I didn’t intend…” “I know,” she interrupted, “I don’t need to know any, uh, details, but I do remember what it’s like.” Lex smiled finally. “Thank you,” he repeated. He walked back to the loft where Clark and Chloe were talking intensely. “Not interrupting anything am I?” Lex asked. They both looked at him. “He’s being stubborn,” Chloe glared at Clark. “No, I’m not, I just don’t want you to…” “Clark, if I talk to him, maybe I can…” “No, Chloe,” Clark said firmly before she could finish. “See?” Chloe glanced up at Lex and sighed. “You want to talk to Pete?” Lex asked. She nodded, “Why not, Clark?” Clark clenched his jaw and stared at him. Lex walked over to sit next to his lover and put his hand on his knee. “What is it, Clark?” “I just… Chloe is friends with us both, I don’t want her to lose a friend too.” “I’m not sure I want a friend who would react like that, Clark,” Chloe spoke before Lex could say anything. “He has reasons for disliking me,” Lex said quietly. “No. He has reasons for disliking your father,” Clark said adamantly, “Besides, it was more than that and you know it.” Lex nodded slowly. It was true after all, although he was always suspicious of violent homophobia and couldn’t help wondering if there wasn’t a touch of jealousy behind Pete’s reaction. With a sigh, Lex leaned against his lover and dropped his head onto his shoulder. Clark kissed his scalp. “Let’s just get this work done, Chloe, okay?” Clark asked quietly. “Okay, I give,” Chloe said huffily, “Work.” Lex watched them, drinking the coffee Clark had brought him and eating a little toast, occasionally making a comment or explaining something for them. Eventually Chloe glanced at her watch. “Oops, gotta go. My Dad wants us to have a ‘family’ lunch today.” “Okay, Chloe,” Clark smiled at her and gave her a hug, “Thanks for, well, everything.” She grinned, “Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” She looked at Lex and he met her gaze, raising an eyebrow. “Look after him, Luthor, or you won’t have to worry about Clark’s Dad getting you.” Lex laughed at Clark’s expression. “I believe you, and I will.” She nodded. “Bye guys, see you in school tomorrow, Clark.” Clark sighed heavily and leaned against Lex. “How are you feeling, Leman?” Lex asked, gently stroking Clark’s hair. “Like I need you inside me.” Lex swallowed hard and closed his eyes against the shiver of arousal. “Clark,” he whispered. His lover twisted round, taking his mouth in a hard, possessive kiss that took his breath away. “Let’s go,” Lex urged Clark to his feet. With a show of strength that made Lex feel slightly giddy, Clark swung him into his arms and ran. He didn’t stop until they’d reached Lex’s bedroom at the castle. It had taken less than a minute, but Lex was breathless and disorientated. Clark laid him gently on the bed in much the same way as their first time together. God had it really only been a couple of days? It felt like forever… like he’d loved Clark forever. Lex smiled softly, his father would be horrified to see just how much his mother’s son he really was. “Lex?” Clark was crouched over him, stroking his scalp gently, a look of wondering concern on his face. “Come here, Leman,” Lex whispered and tugged his lover on top of him. He had been telling the truth when he’d told Martha that he found it comforting, the weight of Clark on top of him was that and more; it felt safe, arousing in a strangely non-sexual way. But there was nothing non-sexual about the way Clark was thrusting against him, the tiny whimpers escaping his throat. Lex groaned and rolled them over, taking control and hushing Clark gently. “Shh, Clark, just let me love you,” he breathed over the smooth skin of Clark’s neck. Clark shuddered under him making another of those needy whimpers. Lex reared up slightly so he could work on Clark’s shirt, unbuttoning it slowly as he kissed and licked the tanned skin that was revealed. His lover shivered beneath him, rocking upwards again for more contact. Lex pulled back and laid a gentle hand on his hip. “Clark, I’m not rushing this,” he whispered. Darkening green eyes stared back at him, filled with love and lust and Lex swallowed. Then Clark nodded. “I just need you, Lex,” he whispered. Running his hand down Clark’s chest, Lex smiled. “I know, I need you too,” he pushed his already aching shaft into Clark’s hip for emphasis. Clark moaned and bucked up again, just once, then he calmed again. “Touch me, please touch me,” Clark gasped breathily. Lex had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment, the sound of his lover begging him was almost more than he could take. He dived back down and kissed Clark hard, tongue plunging deeply to fill his senses with his lover’s taste. Clark’s large hands came up to clasp his head gently and Lex groaned as the younger boy started to suck on his tongue and nibble at his lips. Then he pulled back again, just about able to ignore Clark’s needy whimper as he focused on getting his, then Clark’s, shirts off. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Clark, I don’t know why everyone doesn’t see it,” Lex sighed, reaching out to touch again, stroking gently down the broad planes of Clark’s chest. His lover arched up into his touch. “Lex,” he breathed. “Lex, please.” Lex didn’t ignore him exactly, but he wasn’t going to rush things, no matter how much he wanted to, and Clark begged. Instead, he leaned down and continued to taste his lover, running his tongue down his neck to dip into the hollows of his collar bones. Salt and sweet and a hint of musk, totally addictive and without compare. Lex moved lower, holding tightly to the writhing body beneath him as he sucked a tight, pink nipple into his mouth, tonguing and nibbling gently. Clark’s groan rumbled through his chest and into Lex’s mouth, and he thrust uncontrollably into the hollow of Clark’s hip. “Le-ex,” Clark wailed and Lex sat back quickly. The tone of Clark’s pleading had him on edge and he needed to taste even more of his lover. “Pants, now, Clark,” Lex whispered. Clark moved so fast Lex almost wasn’t aware he had moved, before they were both naked and Clark was lying on his stomach in front of him. “Oh God.” Crawling forward, Lex straddled the backs of Clark’s thighs and leaned forward to gently bite Clark’s neck. “God, I love you, Clark.” “Love you too,” Clark sounded like he was having to force his voice to work, “Lex, please, can’t wait much longer.” Stroking Clark’s tight ass gently, Lex shifted further down and nuzzled his face into the dusky cleft. Clark moaned, then his voice shifted into a scream when Lex slid his tongue across the puckered skin of his hole. Lex probed deeper, the muskiness of his lover’s skin stronger here, and God he loved it so much, and the sound and feel of Clark losing control was equally addictive. He pushed deeper, plunging the tip of his tongue into Clark. “Oh God, fuck, Lex,” Clark gasped, his entire body shuddering, hips thrusting wildly. Lex rode him out, clasping his lover close, until he stilled, panting harshly. “Clark, did you?” he asked quietly. Clark nodded, face buried in the pillow. “Yeah, I, God, that was…” Lex grinned and dropped a kiss between his lover’s shoulder blades. “Yeah, I know.” Clark shifted under him, rolling over to face him. “Lex, I want to see you, is that okay?” he asked hesitantly. “Yeah,” Lex whispered, he leaned down to kiss his lover gently. Clark’s legs wrapped round his hips and he thrust against the semen slick skin of his lover’s groin. His cock throbbed painfully, he’d denied his own need for too long and he needed to pull away before he lost control completely. He sat back again, with Clark’s legs still wrapped loosely round him and rubbed his hand into the come on Clark’s belly, using it to slick himself up. At Clark’s gasp, he looked up again, meeting glazed eyes. Clark licked his lips and swallowed hard. “God, Lex, you are so… when you do that, you, I…” Clark shook his head. “Shh,” Lex smiled and reached between Clark’s legs to probe his asshole again, with slick fingers, checking to see if his lover was loose enough. “I’m ready, please, Lex.” Lex had to take a deep breath before he moved over Clark again, lining his cock up with his hole. He pushed in slowly, gasping at the tight, velvet heat. “Jesus, Clark, oh God.” “Not enough,” Clark whispered, then gripped his hips and pulled. With a yelp, Lex found himself deep inside his lover, enclosed in his warmth. He lifted his head to meet Clark’s eyes, the light and love in them reassured him that his lover hadn’t hurt himself. Lex dipped his head, claiming Clark’s mouth possessively, thrusting deeply between soft lips with his tongue even as he pulled back his hips and then pushed into his lover again. Clark made a strangled noise and bucked up against him, sucking voraciously on his tongue. It was all he could do not to lose complete control and plunge wildly into his lover, both mouth and ass. Clark’s hands were everywhere, tugging at him, stroking, gripping. Lex tore his mouth away to take a deep gasping breath and met Clark’s eyes again. They were full of awe and love and something he almost couldn’t recognise it was so deep and dark, a raw desire, need. Something clicked inside him and Lex let go. “Oh God, yes,” Clark screamed as he shifted and thrust hard, movements speeding up as he plunged desperately as hard and fast as he could, wild uncontrolled strokes, fucking himself raw. Clark’s body tightened under him, muscles of his ass clenching tightly around him and Lex groaned, the feel of his lover’s come coating his stomach pushed him over the edge and he came jerkily deep inside Clark. Then he collapsed. When he was next aware, Lex realised he was still lying on top of Clark, his lover’s strong arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. “Clark… what was that?” he whispered, a little worriedly. “I don’t know,” Clark whispered back. Lex lifted his head and smiled gently to let his younger lover know that it was okay. “I just, once you were inside me, I just needed… oh, Lex, you didn’t hurt me.” “Good,” Lex sighed. “Do you know why you needed it like that? I don’t mind, love, you just worried me.” “No, I don’t, I mean, I always need you,” Clark flushed beautifully and Lex couldn’t help smiling, “But this was more somehow, confirming, claiming, I don’t know, Lex…” his voice trailed off with a hint of desperation. “Clark, it’s okay, as long as I don’t hurt you, I’ll do whatever you need, I wanted to, it’s okay.” “Really?” Lex smiled again and kissed his lover gently, “Really, Leman, I love you.” “Love you more,” Clark grinned cheekily at him. “Oh no,” Lex laughed, “We are not starting that again… because you’d never win.” “Oh really?” Clark rolled them over and pinned him to the bed. Holding Lex’s arms above his head, Clark started to tickle him mercilessly. “Tell me.” “Tell you what?” Lex gasped, trying to writhe out of Clark’s grasp. “Tell me how much,” Clark started to kiss his neck as he continued to tickle. “More than life,” Lex breathed. Their eyes met and he could see the hint of seriousness behind the humour and Lex knew it was important he was clear. “More than anything, I belong to you.” “Lex,” Clark whispered, letting go so he could drag Lex into his arms and kiss him. Lex clung on, kissing back, trying to slow the desperate edge. “It’s okay, Clark, everything’s going to be all right,” Lex whispered into his love’s mouth. He smoothed Clark’s hair back gently and pulled him away at the same time, “It’s going to be okay.” Lex carefully wiped the tears from Clark’s cheeks. “He was my friend,” Clark whispered. “I know,” Lex felt his heart break a little and held Clark close, rocking him slowly as he stroked his hair, “I know.” Part 8 Lex gently petted Clark, holding tight to his shuddering lover. "I know," he repeated. "You really do, don't you?" Clark whispered, pulling back to stare at him in concern. Lex had to smile, if somewhat sadly, at the heat of anger and outrage in Clark's eyes. "It's okay, Clark, I'm used to it." "You're used to it?!" Clark exclaimed, dragging him into a tight embrace, "God damn it, Lex, that's not okay! Oh God, Lex, and you've let me blubber on about Pete..." "Stop," Lex sighed, "I learnt very early on about betrayal, Clark, so no, it may not be okay, but yes, I am used to it. And yes, I let you 'blubber', as you put it, about Pete, because he hurt you, and what hurts you, hurts me. You've never dealt with that kind of betrayal before, I'm just happy that I'm here with you, because I know what it feels like. I love you, remember?" Clark stared at him, eyes shining, "Lex..." He stopped, breath hitching and he looked away. "What is it, Leman?" Lex licked his lips, suddenly a little nervous. "Why... why do you trust me? I mean, you knew I was lying to you. You knew I deliberately lied to your face, and yet..." Lex had to stop him, before he started to feel guilty, before Clark started to think that maybe Lex was expecting... "I'm not going to hurt you, Lex, I swear, ever." Lex almost laughed and buried himself in Clark's arms, "I know, love. If I didn't trust you to not hurt me, I would never have told you how I felt, I would never have let anything happen between us. And I trust you, because I know you, because even when you lied to me, I knew how much you wanted to tell me." "I did," Clark whispered against his scalp, "So much. You were the one person that it was most hard to lie to. I hated it, everytime I had to." "Yeah," Lex nodded, "I know." "I won't let anyone hurt you anymore, Lex, you're mine," Clark kissed him gently. Lex smiled at the only slightly possessive and protective tone, "As long as you love me, no one can hurt me." Clark's grip on him tightened enough to leave him gasping for breath, but Lex just laughed and settled himself back in the strong arms. "We should think about heading back soon, if we don't want your parents wondering where we are," Lex said regretfully. Clark made a noise a cross between a grunt and a whine. "Yeah, I guess. I was just getting really comfortable too." Lex snorted and shook his head, "I'm sure you were, but you still have chores. I seem to remember you not doing any today." "Damn." Clark sat up with a sigh and turned to look at him, pouting prettily. "What?" Lex asked with a grin. Clark grinned back, "Nothing, just..." His face fell, "Shit, you're going to have to go home once we get to the farm, aren't you?" "I expect so," Lex nodded, sighing. He knew what Clark was thinking about, because he was thinking it too, "You can't expect your parents to let me stay over again, you know? And, most likely, you won't be allowed to spend the night here again." "But, I..." "I know, Clark," Lex leaned into another hug, "I know, but we have to be realistic, especially if we want your parents' continued support." Clark sighed and his head dropped onto Lex's shoulder, "Yeah, you're right, I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it though." Lex chuckled, "No, it doesn't. How about we ask your Mom if I can pick you up from school tomorrow and maybe spend a few hours here?" "Yes!" Clark beamed at him and pulled him into a kiss, lips possessing his mouth with gentle thoroughness. Lex moaned quietly, pushing up into the kiss, even though he knew they had to go. "Lex," Clark pulled away with a soft smile, "Lex, we have to stop." "I know," Lex sighed. "Come on then, lover, get that all too tempting body of yours covered, otherwise I may just say fuck everyone else and keep you here forever." Clark blushed over his whole body and shuddered, and he leaped up quickly. "Don't say things like that!" he yelled as he rushed into the bathroom. Lex bit his lip hard in order not to laugh. It wasn't that idle a threat, he was nervous about how things were going to be for Clark the next day at school. Lex doubted that Pete would keep things to himself, and while he knew that Clark could look after himself physically, his sweet lover was emotionally vulnerable and Lex didn't want him to get hurt anymore. Unfortunately, in the real world, there was nothing he could do but be there, which was why he wanted to be able to pick Clark up from school and bring him back to the castle for a while. "Lex." Lex looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Get dressed, you have no idea what it does to me seeing you like that," Clark licked his lips, adjusting his now clothed cock with a grimace. "Oh, I think I do," Lex grinned, "But, so be it." As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, Clark stopped him and knelt down beside him. Lex swallowed as the sight of his lover on his knees made the blood rush straight to his groin. "Clark?" he croaked. Clark flashed a grin at him and produced a damp washcloth from nowhere. He wiped Lex clean, the gentle caress leaving Lex hard and panting, desperately trying to control himself. "Sorry," Clark whispered insincerely in his ear. "No, you're not, pesky farmboy," Lex tutted. Clark laughed and hugged him, before letting go and backing up. "Pesky farmboy?" "Yes, you, Clark, pesky indeed," Lex grinned suddenly, "I now have this urge to bend you over the bed and fuck you blind, but," he mock sighed, "If we have to go, we have to mmph." Lex's mouth was suddenly filled with hot tongue and he was pressed back against the bed by his larger lover. He groaned helplessly as Clark ground against him. "God, Lex, you're... I want you, please. I don't think I can wait till tomorrow." "Clark," Lex gasped, rubbing up against the solid body of his lover helplessly. The roughness of Clark's jeans against his naked skin just made him desperate for more. How did Clark do this to him? "Clark, we need to..." Lex tried to keep control, tried to remember why they had to stop. "You need to bend me over the bed and fuck me blind," Clark whispered against his lips. Heat shot straight through Lex. "Fuck!" He wriggled out from under his lover and stood up, pushing Clark back down when he tried to get up. "I'm not going to fuck you, Clark," Lex finally garnered some control, and leaned forward to nip Clark's ear, "Even if it gets rough, like last time, we make love." Clark shuddered under him and Lex slipped his hands round his waistband to his fly, tugging Clark's jeans open. "Do you understand that?" he whispered against Clark's neck before he pulled the younger man's pants down to his knees. "Yes!" Clark panted, "Please." "I hadn't known the difference before I met you, Leman," Lex breathed, pressing his now aching cock against the entrance to Clark's body. His lover was still slick inside with his seed and it eased his slow thrust into the tight heat. "Clark," he gasped. It was only the second time he'd taken Clark, but Lex knew that it was never going to be enough. He was addicted, to the feel of Clark's body encompassing him, the sounds his lover made when he thrust against his prostate, already. It was almost as addictive as the feel of Clark inside *him*. As he pulled back, Lex found himself idly wondering if Clark felt the same way. "Love you." Lex pushed in deeply, savouring the clench of Clark's ass around him. "Oh God, Lex," Clark clawed at the bed and the sheets ripped. Clark looked back at him and Lex met the dark green gaze with a smile. Almost leisurely, Lex eased back, groaning helplessly at the mewling noise Clark made, then he snapped his hips forward, plunging into the hot, welcoming body, hard and fast. Clark screamed, back arching and Lex leaned forward, catching Clark's hair to pull him up for a devouring, wet kiss. His lover whimpered into his mouth, as he twisted his fingers into dark, silky hair. Lex plunged helplessly into Clark's body over and over. He couldn't help it, it was as he'd said, making love, not just sex or a fuck, and because of that he had no control; love and need and *Clark*, just overwhelmed him. "Lex, Lex, Lex," Clark chanted endlessly, writhing and twisting beneath him. Lex slipped a hand under him and gripped his lover's straining cock. Clark arched again, his shaft sliding forward through Lex's fingers, ass clenching hard again round Lex's cock. Shuddering, Lex jacked Clark hard as his thrusts lost any rhythm and he felt liquid hot pleasure surge through his body. Clark jerked against him, crying out his name. Hot seed spilt onto his hand and Lex groaned, letting go to follow Clark over the edge, coming deep into his lover's body. "I think..." Lex panted, "Maybe... you were right." "What?" Clark mumbled into the bed. "Maybe I am a little insane." Clark laughed, "I thought you were in love." Lex pulled out of his lover carefully and rolled onto the bed beside him. "Yeah, isn't love supposed to make you a little nuts?" Clark smiled softly at him and leaned over for a soft kiss. "Yeah, I think you may have a point." "Just don't blame me if your parents ground you," Lex smirked. "Shit!" Clark leapt up, promptly falling over again as his legs were still tangled up in his jeans. Lex snickered quietly, then laughed outright at the combination of hurt and outrage in the look Clark was directing at him. "I'm sorry," he snorted, when his lover sniffed, then pouted, "Really, I swear, I'm sorry. No, Clark," Lex started to back away as Clark got to his knees, a malicious grin on his face, "Clark, we haven't got... Damn it. Clark!" Clark shoved him back down onto the bed and straddled him. Fingers dug into his sides and he squirmed. "Hmm, I like knowing you're ticklish," Clark smirked at him and Lex groaned, trying hard not to react as the pressure changed and Clark's fingers ghosted over his ribs. "Please, Clark," Lex squirmed again, "We have to get back." Clark glanced over to the clock and his smirk widened, Lex swallowed hard. "We've been gone just over an hour, not too long that we can't say we went for a walk," Clark chuckled. "Damn it, Cl-ark!" Lex's voice rose to an embarrassing squeal when Clark found a particularly sensitive spot, "I'm supposed to be the evil one in this partnership." Clark sobered immediately, "Don't say that, I hate that." "Clark, I was kidding," Lex sat up, gently touching Clark's face in concern. Clark caught his hand and kissed it. "I know you were, just... don't, okay? You're not evil, and this is a relationship, partnership sounds too businessy." Lex smiled softly at Clark's defensiveness over his character. "Businessy?" "Laugh all you want," Clark pouted, "*I* know what I mean." "I know, lover," Lex laughed, "I do too. Relationship it is." Clark kissed him thoroughly again, before finally dragging them both off the bed so they could clean up and get dressed. Running fast enough that Lex felt dizzy, Clark took them back close to the farm and they wandered back towards the yard and Lex's car, hand in hand. Lex spotted Martha pop her head round the door as if to say something, then pull back again, obviously changing her mind when she saw the hangdog expression on Clark's face that had been growing as they walked. They stopped by the farm house and Lex smile ruefully up at his lover. "I'll phone later to talk to your Mom about tomorrow, I don't think I can face her right now." Clark half smiled, "And talk to me too?" "Of course," Lex laughed softly, trying not to let Clark see just how much he *didn't* want to leave. "You know those films where a couple says goodbye for some reason, and then one turns back to run into the other's arms for one final kiss?" Lex asked. Clark nodded. "Do you think it would be too melodramatic for me to do that?" Clark laughed, as Lex had intended, and hugged him tightly. "Definitely," Clark whispered, "Especially as my Dad just came out of the barn." "Damn," Lex mock sighed, "I guess I'd better be going then. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" The hug tightened briefly and Clark nodded against his neck. Then his lover pulled back, "Yeah, tomorrow." They shared a soft, lingering kiss, despite Johnathan Kent's presence, then Lex forced himself to get into his car and drive away. He couldn't stop himself from watching Clark in his rearview mirror. "Damn it, Lex," he muttered, "You're going to see him tomorrow, he'll be fine." But would *Lex*? Part 9 When all the various groups standing round near the entrance to the school fell silent, stared at him, then started whispering, Clark knew he’d been right. How could his oldest friend do something like this to him? Turn on him so completely? It wasn’t as if Clark and Lex weren’t going to be open anyway, but to tell everyone, that hurt the worst. Clark stiffened his shoulders, lifted his head proudly and walked into school, heading for his lockers and ignoring the whisperings that followed him. To his relief, Chloe was waiting for him. “Hey,” she greeted him with a soft smile. “Hi Chloe,” Clark smiled back. Stopping in front of his locker, he leaned on it. “So, I’m guessing everyone knows.” “Oh yeah, once Pete told the jocks, it spread to the whole school real fast,” she almost growled, “I can’t believe he’s being such a jerk about this.” Clark shrugged and sighed, “Neither can I. I can’t believe he’d be so bigoted.” “Fucking fag.” Clark spun round as two of the football team walked past him and sneered. “You got a problem with that?” Chloe snapped. “Yeah,” Jake Thomas stepped closer, frowning, “I don’t like perverts.” Clark stared at the jock blankly, trying his best to ignore what he was saying. But Chloe sneered right back. “Oh, what like certain members of the football team I could name spying on the girl’s locker room?” she smiled unpleasantly. Both boys flushed. “That’s different, he’s a pervert in the same fucking room.” “Oh don’t flatter yourselves.” “Chloe, that’s enough,” Clark hissed, happy that she was a good enough friend to so openly support him, but not happy that she was trying to fight his battles. “Listen, Jake, I’m gay, if you have a problem with that, tough, but I do not perv in the locker room. Besides, you’re really not my type.” Chloe snorted with barely stifled laughter and the heat in Jake’s cheeks became more intense. “No, we all know what your type is, bald fucking freaks. Bet he pays you to take it up the ass, the freak couldn’t get it any other way.” Jake’s lip curled derisively and Clark’s temper exploded. He grabbed the jock by the collar and swung him round, slamming him up against the lockers. “Insult me all you like, but don’t you *ever* talk about Lex that way, you little…” “Hey!” Whitney grabbed Clark’s arm and Clark tensed, ready for a fight. “He’s not worth it, Clark, let it go.” Clark gaped in surprise and was aware of Chloe and the two other jocks doing the same. “Huh?” “Don’t be a jerk, Jake,” Whitney continued. Jake frowned in bemusement, “Whatever, man.” He and the other jock walked away shaking their heads. “Whitney?” Chloe frowned in confusion. “What?” Whitney grinned, “Because I’m a jock I can’t be open minded?” Clark had to grin at Chloe’s flush. “Oh no, I mean I… I’ll just shut up.” “Thanks,” Clark said quietly. “Hey, no problem, man. You met my uncles Kyle and Rob, didn’t you?” “Uh, yeah,” Clark raised an eyebrow enquiringly. “Well, Kyle is my uncle, Rob is his life partner,” Whitney smiled ruefully, “They’re not out here.” “Why am I not surprised?” Chloe asked wryly. “Clark, listen, I just wanted to say, I’m really sorry I was such an asshole to you before,” Whitney sighed and looked away, “Lana's my girl, I guess I was jealous.” Clark nodded, “Thanks Whitney, I understand.” “Don’t expect her to be too understanding though,” Whitney said quietly. Frowning, Clark exchanged a look with Chloe. “What do you mean?” “She thinks homosexuality is, um, how did she put it?” Whitney looked thoughtful, then grimaced, “Oh yeah, ‘icky’.” “Icky?” Chloe said raising an eyebrow. Whitney flushed, “Hey, she’s not perfect you know?” Clark snorted, the years he’d spent thinking that she was perfect, and now he’d found someone else, she thought it was… icky. Great. Chloe made a rude noise and Whitney flushed again. “Anyway, Kent, if you need any help, or whatever, just let me know.” “Thanks man,” he said with a nod. Whitney nodded back and walked away. Chloe turned and raised an eyebrow. “Wow, the number of opinions about people I have to revise now,” she laughed. “Yeah,” Clark agreed. @>*~ School was nearly finished, and God, what a day. The only thing that kept Clark going was the thought that Lex would be picking him up from school. His parents had agreed to that when Lex had phoned the night before. Most of the guys were ignoring him, and/or glaring at him. Some of the girls were okay, but most of them kept looking at him and then giggling. Lana had looked at him once, sighed, her expression disappointed, then she’d turned away and not looked at him the rest of the day. Even the teachers were acting funny. At least he had the comfort of knowing he wouldn’t get hurt if anyone took it into their head to try and rough him up. Not that it was of any great comfort. He shouldn’t have to worry about it, and other gay people didn’t have the luxury of being an invulnerable alien. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t he just be who he was and love who he wanted? He’d known the kind of reaction he’d get though, even if it had been unexpected in certain people, by being open. He didn’t regret it. There was no way they’d have been able to keep it quiet, and at least he knew who his real friends were now. Outside school, Clark waited for his lover with Chloe, kicking at the steps nervously. Lex was a little late and people were beginning to stare and whisper again. “He’ll be here,” Chloe reassured him quietly. “God, I hope soon,” Clark replied with a sigh, “I need to get out of here.” Pete walked past with a couple of jocks and sneered at him. “Your fag boyfriend having car trouble or something? Or did he find someone else to corrupt?” Pain hit Clark right in the chest at his former best friend’s words and he turned away quickly so Pete couldn’t see the effect he was having. “Aw you gonna cry, Kent?” one of the other jocks laughed. “Take a hike you fucking bigots,” Chloe snarled. She turned to Clark and stroked his arm gently. “Clark, you okay?” “Not really,” Clark sighed, “Thanks for sticking by me, Chloe, your day can’t have been easy either.” Chloe snorted, “Yeah well, just reinforces my opinion that the majority of people are assholes and sheep. I’m cool, Clark, don’t worry about me.” “Clark?” Clark spun round heart clenching in relief and happiness to see his lover. He hadn’t even heard the car pull up. “Lex.” “About time you got here,” Chloe snarked. “Why, what’s happened?” Lex asked, obviously concerned. “Just what you’d expect,” Chloe said quietly, “Take him home and give him a hug, okay?” “I was planning to,” Lex said with a nod. Clark felt his face crumple a little and he stepped closer to his lover. Lex immediately wrapped his arms round him and Clark breathed in the subtle fragrance of Lex’s aftershave. It was comforting. “Hold it together, Leman, don’t give them the satisfaction,” Lex whispered. Clark nodded and lifted his head to smile at Lex. He dipped his head and their lips met gently. Everything felt so much better, just from that simple touch. He parted his lips and lapped at Lex’s mouth, dipping inside when his lover opened willingly to him. “Oh that’s so… euw!” Clark yanked himself away. He didn’t want to associate touching Lex with people’s close minded opinions, especially someone who thought they were ‘icky’. He felt Lex tense and turn slightly. “I suggest Lana, that if you can’t express a less childish opinion, you don’t bother at all,” Lex said quietly. Lana blanched, and for a split second, Clark thought he saw anger flash through her eyes. But then it was gone and Clark shook his head. He must have been imagining it. “Come on, Clark, let’s go. Chloe, do you need a lift anywhere?” Lex offered. “Yeah, can you drop me home?” Chloe asked. Lex nodded and they all got into the Porsche. Clark was silent throughout the journey, and he knew he was worrying Lex, but he couldn’t help it. Clark just wanted to curl up in his lover’s arms and cry, and he really didn’t want to do that in front of Chloe. It would just worry her more. He would just have to wait until they got back to the castle. @>*~ Clark sat down on the bed with a sigh. As soon as they’d got back to Lex’s, they’d headed straight to the bedroom. Taking his shoes and socks off first, Clark lay back on the bed. He could feel Lex’s eyes on him and he looked up pleadingly at his lover. Taking off his jacket, tie, shoes and socks, Lex crawled onto the bed beside him and curled round him. Clark sighed happily and snuggled into Lex’s warm, comforting embrace. “So, how did it go?” Lex asked quietly. Clark shook his head, “Not so good. Only Chloe and surprisingly, Whitney spoke to me properly all day.” “Whitney?” Lex asked with a surprised frown. “Yeah, apparently his favourite uncle is gay,” Clark answered with a nod. He buried his face in Lex’s neck. “Lex, it was horrible, people whispering and laughing. I was ignored by people I’d usually at least say hi to and insulted by everyone else.” He felt tears burn at his eyes, “Pete was vicious, Lex, it was as if we’d never been friends.” Lex stroked his hair soothingly. “I’m so sorry, Leman,” he whispered. “Don’t be,” Clark sighed, he looked up and smiled sadly at his lover, “I don’t regret it, I will never regret it. You’re worth more to me than anything else.” “Oh Clark…” “I mean it, Lex,” Clark leaned up to press a soft kiss to Lex’s lips. “I know who I trust, who I can count on now. I love you, that’s not going to change, so everyone else can accept it, or get the hell out of my life.” Lex looked stunned, and Clark knew he’d been a little vehement, and maybe had said too much, too quickly about the sheer extent of his feelings, but he had to say it. “Clark, you can’t possibly know that,” Lex said quietly, looking away. Clark frowned. “But I do,” he paused, heart clenching painfully at the thought that maybe Lex didn’t know. “I thought… I would have thought…” “This is forever for me,” Lex whispered, still not looking at him, “But you’re… Clark, you’re too young to…” Clark sat up, pulling away from his lover. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked, interrupting Lex. “Of course I do,” Lex replied with a frown. “Then trust me when I tell you this is forever, because I know it is,” Clark managed to say calmly, despite the hurt he was feeling. Lex smiled ruefully at him, and reached up, slipping a hand behind his neck and pulling him back down. “I’m sorry, Clark. I trust you and I love you. I want forever with you.” Nodding, Clark buried his face in Lex’s neck and breathed in deeply in relief. “Good, now will you please start getting undressed? I haven’t seen you naked for a whole day now.” Lex started laughing and Clark smiled. He wanted them to always be happy and he knew it wasn’t always possible, but he would do his utmost. Making Lex laugh made him feel so good. Clark sat up with his lover and they stripped off together. Climbing over Lex, Clark leaned down to give him a soft kiss before backing up again, kissing his jaw, his neck, exploring the oh God so soft skin leisurely with his tongue. Lex squirmed under him, wriggling in almost too nice a way against his body. Clark got onto his hands and knees quickly, grinning quietly at Lex's expressive whine. Hands gripped at his hips trying to pull him down and Clark shook his head. "Nuh uh," he breathed against Lex's skin. Lex shivered, arching up in an attempt to reach him. "Clark," Lex groaned, looking up at him not quite pleadingly. Clark looked down his lover's long, slim body and grinned wider. "Hmm," he mused, "You look a little tense, lover," he licked down Lex's chest to a small, pink nipple and latched on for a second, trying not to let the taste of his lover overwhelm his control. Lex sighed, hands gripping him tightly as he continued to writhe against nothing, Clark lifted his head again, "I wonder what I can do to help." Clark had to chuckle when Lex scowled at him and moved his hands up to tug at his head. "How about not stopping?!" Lex exclaimed. "Stopping what though?" Clark asked breathily. "Don't stop this?" He sucked Lex's nipple into his mouth again, nibbling gently. Lex groaned. "Or, what about this?" Clark gently bit his way down Lex's slightly protruding ribs, his cock tingling at the breathy noises Lex made as he squirmed, then lapped at his hip bone. "Or maybe..." "Clark!" Lex gasped, grabbing his head and forcing him to look up, "Please, I don't want to come without you inside me." Choking on a gasp, Clark suddenly had an idea that made his dick jump needily. Something Lex had done to him that would still qualify. With a grin that made Lex raise his eyebrows, Clark pushed himself back and dived between his lover's legs. "Clark!" Lex squealed. Clark ran his tongue up the crease of Lex's ass. Jesus! The taste of Lex was so strong, why didn't people tell you what a turn on licking someone's ass could be? He pressed deeper, feeling the roughness of Lex's hole under his tongue. Lex squeaked and that in itself was almost enough to make Clark come. God, how much better could this get? Stiffening his tongue, Clark poked at the entrance to Lex's body, wriggling his way inside. "Oh God, Clark, please, God, please," Lex breathed, jerking against him, pushing down, tugging at him. Clark grinned. Pushing Lex's cheeks apart gently, he licked as deep as he could into his lover's body, plunging his tongue in and out, circling lightly round the hole every so often to tease as Lex bucked and begged under him. God, Lex was so, so hot, it was all Clark could do not to rub himself against the bed so he could come. "Son of a... Leman, in me, please," Lex pleaded. Clark shuddered. His control snapped and he sat up, spitting into his hand. Clark rubbed spit and precome over his cock and glanced up at Lex before shifting again, higher up between his lover's legs. He pressed slowly into Lex who gasped and nodded. "Yes," Lex breathed, head dropping back against the pillows, "Just... yes, Clark." Oh man. Being inside Lex was almost too much. There was something about the way his lover's body conformed to his shape, pulling him inside, an acceptance of him that mirrored Lex's feelings, like his body knew him, wanted him as much as Clark wanted Lex inside himself all the time. "Fuck, Lex," he groaned. "'Bout. Time," Lex gasped, pulling at his hips. Oh yeah! Clark shifted again, slowly sliding back, feeling every inch of Lex's heat and velvet, then when he couldn't take it any longer, he plunged back in, deep, hard, the tension in Lex's whole body surrounding him, taking him over. He moved again, thrusting not quite rhythmically, he was too hot, too needy, his cock felt like it might explode and Lex still hadn't come! Clark lifted himself up and reached down between them, gripping Lex's hard, dripping cock tightly, stroking roughly. Lex keened quietly, arching up into his hand as spurt after spurt of come splashed between them. Lex's ass rippled round him and Clark had to just fuck his lover. Lex's body moved under his thrusts and Clark moved his hand up to the top of his head to protect it from bumping into the headboard. Oh God, how was Lex so tight, so good. Plunging into the clenching, silken heat of Lex's body, Clark shuddered and groaned as at last the tension that had been building released and his climax ripped through him. He emptied himself deep into his lover, sagging happily down on top of him. "Fuck," Lex breathed. Clark couldn't help a chuckle at that, even when it earned him a poke in the ribs. "You know," Clark mused quietly, "Most people wouldn't be poking me after I just fucked them so well." Lex snorted and turned awkwardly to stare at him. "Oh, I don't think I was well-fucked," Lex said seriously. Clark blinked, wondering for a brief second if he'd done something wrong. Then Lex grinned, "I think I need to coin a new phrase for what you just did to me." He leaned up and kissed Clark softly. "I love you, Leman." "I love you too, Lex," Clark sighed, "Thank you." "What for?" Lex asked quietly. "Everything," Clark sighed, hugging Lex, kissing his cheek, "For being my friend, for loving me... for knowing what to say to make things better." Lex smiled sadly at him. "I wish I..." Then he stopped and shook his head. "What?" Clark asked, slightly concerned. "I just wish I could take you away from all this, keep you safe from all the bad stuff, you know?" Lex sighed. Gently cradling his lover's head, Clark kissed him urgently, trying to convey just how much he really loved Lex through that kiss. Arms wrapped round his neck and their mouths opened, lips moving together, tongues tangling. He stroked Lex's soft scalp and sighed, breaking the kiss reluctantly. "So do I," he murmured. Unfortunately however, neither of them could, not all of the bad stuff, not all of the time, but Clark was damned if he wasn't going to do his best. He pulled gently out of Lex's body and sat back, holding out his hand. "We'd better shower, I have to go in a bit." He smiled ruefully at Lex's pained expression. "I know," Lex sighed, reaching up to stroke his chest lightly. He dropped his hand into Clark's and let Clark pull him out of bed. Was it going to be so awful when they had to leave each other every time? It seemed to be getting harder, like a dull ache wrapped round his heart, like there was something inside him that wanted to tug him back to Lex's side. "I miss you already," Clark whispered, not caring if he was being over-sentimental. To his surprise, Lex cocked his head and raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" Clark asked a little self-consciously. "Does it hurt?" Lex asked quietly, "When, I mean, when we're... apart," he finished hesitantly, almost as if he was expecting Clark to laugh at such a suggestion. Except that it was exactly how he felt. "Yeah," Clark breathed, "Never want to leave you, never want to be apart." Lex nodded but didn't reply, just pulled him into the shower and held him. TBC.