Scent of a Man
Sequel/Series: nope
Pairing: CLex
Rating: NC-17
Category: first time, romance, angst, mpreg
Archive: list archive
Notes: once again a PWP ends up a monster, hope you enjoy :)
Warnings: Mpreg
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: Lex smells good!
Thanks to Christine for cracking the proverbial whip and even typing some of it up
Part 1
Smell. That's what it was, the way Lex smelled. The musk of his aftershave combined with his own unique essence made Clark go weak at the knees. Well okay, everything about Lex made Clark go weak at the knees.
It was almost embarrassing the way he felt around his best friend, a mixture of awkward teenage crush, red hot lust, deep affection and a strange urge to swoon like an eighteenth century maiden. But it was Lex's scent that seemed to be affecting him most recently.
He had this almost desperate, insane desire whenever he saw his friend, to rub himself against him, mark himself with that *smell*. God! Definitely not a good move in the middle of the Talon.
"Clark, are you okay?" Lex frowned. At a guess, his young friend had been staring into space for five minutes making the strangest little sighs that were doing unfortunate things to his libido.
Clark's eyes widened in horror and he felt his cheeks heat up. Uh oh, had he done anything? "Uh, yeah, yeah I'm fine, Lex. Sorry, spaced out for a second," he said hurriedly.
"A second?" Lex raised an eyebrow, "More like several minutes." He frowned again, in concern this time. "Clark, is everything okay? You seem very distracted lately."
Clark sighed, "Yeah, just got a lot on my mind it seems."
"Anything you want to talk about?" Lex asked without much hope. If something was enough to distract Clark like that, it usually meant it was something he'd lie about. Anything normal and he probably would have asked.
Clark flushed, if only it *was* something he could share. "I...no," Clark paused, catching the brief flash of hurt resignation on his best friend's face. Damn, he *hated* that look, hated that he put it there, lying to the other man. "It's embarrassing and not really explainable, that's all," he tried to ease the sudden coolness in Lex's eyes.
Lex half smiled. "I can't imagine anything that could be *that* embarrassing, Clark, that you couldn't tell me."
"Normally, no, I could tell you anything," Clark stared earnestly at Lex, hoping the other man would understand, accept and drop it. He couldn't talk about this, even skirt around the subject, he just couldn't.
Lex met Clark's eyes, frowning just a little at the slightly desperate edge to his friend's gaze. "Really? Anything?" he asked, changing the subject only marginally, not completely willing to let Clark off the hook.
Clark sighed, "Yeah, Lex, anything that's not this embarrassing or life threatening, okay?"
Lex nodded, it would have to do if he wanted Clark not to run off or get defensive, "Okay, Clark."
Clark smiled in relief. "Want some more coffee?" He had to get away if only for a minute before his friend's expressive eyes and that intoxicating scent overwhelmed him and he spilled his guts regardless.
"Sure," Lex sighed inwardly. Clark may not have been running for it, but he was still avoiding the issue. But Lex couldn't bring himself to push, not with Clark, damn it. Why never with Clark? He let that boy get away with things he wouldn't even think of letting others get away with.
Looking up, Clark glanced back at him and smiled broadly. Lex felt his breath catch in his chest and smiled back. That was why. Who else could disarm him completely with a smile?
Clark continued smiling at Lex. He couldn't really help it, he loved that look on Lex's face, the one that was only ever directed at him.
"Clark?"
"Huh?" Clark turned back to Lana, "Oh sorry, Lana, what did you say?"
Lana smiled softly, "How's it going with Lex?"
Clark frowned, "How's what going?" he asked in confusion.
"The date," Lana raised an eyebrow.
"D-date?" Clark stuttered. "We're not on a date."
"Really?" Lana flushed in mortification. "I could have sworn..."
"Lana!" Clark hissed, "Jesus, it is not a date, okay?"
"But, but, Clark, don't you like him? I thought..." Lana whispered.
Clark shifted uncomfortably, was he *that* obvious? "Well, yeah, but I don't want Lex to know that, Lana, please don't tell him."
"But, Clark, he likes you too," she frowned in confusion, "I mean, you didn't know?!"
Clark straightened, "Are you sure about that?" A change in scent caught his attention momentarily; Lex, hot and yet different somehow. It made his groin stir.
"Oh God, yeah, Chloe and Pete have a betting pool going on when the two of you finally get it together."
That got Clark's attention, "What?!"
@>*~
Lex looked up again at Clark's exclamation of the word 'date'. Damn. Had Lana finally quit pissing around and asked Clark out? Damn, fucking damn it.
He watched Clark whispering with Lana, his mood deteriorating rapidly. Deciding the night was a wash out, Lex got up to leave. He paused by the door at Clark's startled exclamation and looked back. Clark was shaking his head at Lana and Lex caught a mutter of, "I don't believe those guys," from his best friend.
It was almost enough for him to go back, but he was feeling too much like he wanted to grab the young Ms. Lang by the throat and hiss, "He's mine!" Far too dramatic and liable to lose him a friend. He hurriedly exited the building and got into his car, starting the engine and pulling away from the curb too fast.
@>*~
A change in scent caught Clark's attention yet again and he gasped as the intensity made his cock harden instantly. Oh *God*, Lex, he needed Lex *now*! Ignoring Lana, he looked back over at the table, starting to panic when he realised Lex was gone.
"Where is he?" he gasped.
"I think he just left, Clark," Lana pointed at the door, staring in shock as Clark pelted out of the Talon.
"Not a date, huh?" Lana smirked and reached for the phone.
@>*~
Clark scented the air, sniffing like a bloodhound on the hunt. The urge to find Lex had increased as he'd passed through the door, the new scent from Lex had been strongest there and Clark inhaled deeply, losing mental coherency as his cock jumped and pulsed. With a needy whimper, Clark sped after Lex's car. Need, need, need. He caught up with the Ferrari easily, speeding ahead, and twisting suddenly into its path.
Lex gasped in shock as the car slammed to a halt despite his foot on the accelerator. Clark. Clark was in front of him, holding the car still! Breaking and turning off the engine, Lex stared as his friend straightened and hurried round the side of the car, wrenching the door open.
Clark inhaled again, sighing happily. He crawled into Lex's lap and nuzzled his face into the smooth neck, sniffing to his heart's content.
What the fuck? Lex couldn't quite get his head round what was happening. He couldn't care less at that moment that Clark had obviously out run his Ferrari and had managed to stop it without breaking a sweat let alone any bones. All he cared about was the fact that Clark was curled up in his lap, *sniffing* him, nuzzling and making little puppy dog noises.
"Clark, what are you...*Clark*!" Lex exclaimed in shock as Clark licked him, then slid off his lap and buried his face in Lex's groin.
"Smell so good," Clark whispered, all he knew was that Lex smelt so *right* and he *needed* him.
Oh God! Lex stiffened both bodily and inappropriately. Clark sighed again and sniffed along the length of Lex's rapidly growing erection. Oh dear God, now what?
"Clark, Clark, stop. Clark, not in the road," Lex grabbed the hands that were currently trying to unzip his pants.
Clark looked up, desperate sadness in his large eyes, the strange puppy dog noises he'd been making, turning into a heartbreaking whimper.
"What's going on with you, Clark?" Lex whispered despairingly. Clark cocked his head, willing to do whatever Lex wanted to stay near him.
"Get in the car, Clark, can you do that for me?" Lex asked quietly. Clark seemed to be acting like a cross between a child and a dog in heat, hopefully he could still get through to him.
Clark nodded avidly and climbed over Lex before leaning over to bury his face in Lex's lap again.
Crap. It wasn't going to be easy to drive like this. Lex started the car again, trying not to wriggle under the insistent nuzzling and hot breath leeching through his clothes to his cock.
"Clark, please, would you quit it just till we get to the castle?" he asked desperately.
Clark shook his head. Lex, he needed Lex. If he had to wait to touch then he *had* to at least smell. "Need, Lex smell good."
Great, Clark seemed to have reverted to a Neanderthal. This was going to be more than tough to deal with, especially considering his own reaction to Clark. How was he possibly supposed to deal with this when he wanted his best friend *so* much?
They finally made it back to the castle and Lex shifted in his seat, forcibly lifting Clark's head from his lap. Clark pouted and tried to get back to the comforting position.
"No, Clark, just wait," Lex attempted firmness, wavering as Clark's eyes started to brim. Oh hell. "Soon, Clark, I promise, just wait till we get indoors."
Clark smiled again and nodded. He hurried out of the car and grabbed hold of Lex, picking him up and speeding him to the bedroom.
Lex gasped as he was deposited onto the bed and Clark crawled on top of him.
Taste, Clark needed to taste. He lowered his head and took Lex's lips, licking them, probing them moaning quietly at the amazing taste, grinding his hips against Lex as his cock jumped again. "Lex," he breathed.
Lex moaned, quite unable to help himself. Clark was rocking into him, their erections pressed together and the kiss...oh God, Lex couldn't ever remember being kissed *that* thoroughly before, as if Clark was trying to suck and lick every bit of taste from his mouth. Strong hands were both holding him down and touching him at the same time.
If Clark carried on like this he was going to come in his pants. "Clark...Clark! Wait, please," he panted.
Clark was lost in taste, feel and smell, barely aware that Lex was talking until the body beneath him started struggling. Growling low in his throat, Clark sat up.
"Want."
Lex shivered at the sheer intensity of need and lust in Clark's eyes, that he was sure at this point, was reflected in his own.
"Clark, I'm not sure we should..." Lex attempted to get through to his friend, trying not to take advantage of the situation.
"Should," Clark grinned and rocked his hips feeling the press of Lex's erection against his, the scent of arousal increasing again as Lex moaned. Clark took advantage of the distraction to remove Lex's shirt and bury his face in one hairless armpit. Smell so *good*. He slipped his tongue out to taste, lapping the slightly sweaty, oh so smooth skin. Taste even better.
Lex writhed under the hot wet touch, refusing to acknowledge the whimper that had fallen from his lips. There was just no defence against this, nothing he could do except go with it.
"Clark," he whispered, "Clothes."
Clark looked up, at last the smell of arousal was enhanced with acceptance and acquiescence. With another growl and a burst of speed, he had them both naked and Lex spread-eagled under him. Leaning down for another kiss, Clark moaned happily at the push of Lex's tongue into his mouth.
Lex might not have been able to move, but he was damned if he wasn't going to take part in this as best as he could. After all, when Clark came to his senses, he was probably going to lose his friend.
Clark moved again, nuzzling into Lex's neck, sniffing as he licked and gently sucked at the pale skin. Gradually moving lower Clark continued to explore, registering and memorising each tiny variation in taste and smell in every inch of skin. He let go of Lex's arms so he could continue learning Lex's body with touch, running his fingers over the sweat and saliva slick skin he'd just covered.
"God, Clark," Lex breathed. It felt like his skin was on fire, every nerve firing in intense pleasure. He wasn't even sure he could move his arms, except that he wanted to touch too. Lex reached out to grasp soft hair, grinning breathlessly at the mewling noise Clark made and the way his lover arched up into his touch.
Clark moaned happily and continued his dedicated exploration working his way inexorably to Lex's groin where that *smell* was strongest.
Groaning at first the nuzzle of nose, than at the hot rasp of tongue over his aching erection, Lex spread his legs wider.
"Good," Clark whispered, his breath ghosting over Lex's sensitive skin.
"Yeah," Lex agreed, arching up into the touch as Clark's hands caught up and gripped his cock.
Clark needed more and he moved further down between Lex's legs, sniffing and licking as his fingers continued to, touch and stroke the silky smooth skin of Lex's cock. He probed under Lex's balls and further down where the scent was darker, more Lex and musk, less arousal.
Yanking his head back, despite the interesting noise Lex had made, Clark looked up. Lex groaned in frustration. The tentative licking of his asshole had barely begun before Clark had pulled back.
"Clark, please," he gasped. Clark shook his head. Need. He knew what he needed now...Lex, Lex in him, filling him with his scent, claiming him, marking him.
He crawled back up Lex's body and straddled him. Lex stared up at him and Clark smiled. "Need," he whispered, "Smell good." Lex blinked, not understanding until Clark lifted his hips and reached to grasp Lex's cock again. Oh shit.
"Wait, Clark, wait," he said urgently. Clark paused just long enough for Lex to reach up to the headboard for lube. "Wait, wait, wait," Lex muttered desperately, fumbling with the top as Clark started to growl again.
Clark vaguely understood that it was important to wait till Lex was ready but he didn't want to, he wanted *Lex*.
Slicking up his cock hurriedly, Lex concentrated on not coming, then nodded, knowing somehow that Clark was not going to wait for anymore preparation. Clark lined him up and sat down.
"Slow, Clark," Lex moaned as the head of his cock was surrounded by gripping, velvet heat.
Clark growled again but nodded. He wanted to be filled but was willing to acquiesce to Lex's needs. While he knew he could just sit down, he was still aware that he could hurt Lex, which he couldn't allow to happen, Lex was *his*.
"Mine!" he growled as he eased his way down Lex's erection. Lex almost laughed at the incongruity of Clark's possessive statement considering it was *he* who was possessing Clark.
"Yes," he groaned, unsure if he was agreeing to being Clark's or just moaning at the feel of tight, rippling heat.
"Yes, need," Clark moaned.
"Clark," Lex breathed urgently, moving his hips to meet Clark's stroke, need and desperate desire, growing to almost painful proportions. His lover seemed to sense his need and started to move faster, slamming down harder and harder.
Clark shuddered, Lex's scent filled his senses and he felt like he was flying, tension, he hadn't realised was coiled in every cell, suddenly released and he came jerkily.
"Oh God," Lex groaned. He gripped Clark's hands tightly, the splash of wet heat on his chest and the convulsing of Clark's ass round his cock finally, *finally* gave him his release and it was with an almost relieved sigh that he came deep inside his lover's body.
Clark flopped forward, resting his head on Lex's chest, grinning at his scent on his lover. It made him smell even better! "Good," he whispered.
"Yeah, Clark," Lex whispered back, smiling a little sadly, "Good."
He waited in silence as Clark's breathing slowed to sleep and his lover slid off him onto the bed. Then he carefully got up and pulled on his robe. He walked over to the small bar and poured himself a scotch before sitting down opposite the bed to contemplate how to deal with the consequences of that evening.
Part 2
Clark woke slowly; he was warm and comfortable and he didn't want to move. With a small grunt, he rolled onto his back and stretched, reaching out for...oh shit! *Lex!*
Clark squeezed his eyes even tighter shut then they had been as he remembered what had happened. What the hell had been wrong with him?! And Lex wasn't on the bed.
Peeling one eyelid open cautiously, Clark glanced round the room, stifling a gasp at the sight of his best friend curled up asleep in a chair, robe pulled tightly around him. He looked vulnerable and cold.
Oh God, what had he done? He'd forced his best friend to have sex with him...raped him. Oh God! Clark couldn't bear it. Quietly, he got up and pulled his clothes on. He crept over to Lex and carefully lifted the smaller man into his arms to carry him over to the bed. The scent of Lex, Lex's come and his own come made his groin stir again but Clark clamped down ruthlessly on his desire. This was *never* going to happen again! As Lex mumbled something in his sleep, Clark drew the covers over him.
"I'm sorry," Clark whispered, then ran for it.
@>*~
Lex opened his eyes and glanced round the room, feeling slightly disoriented. What was he doing on the bed? He turned over, then sat up. Clark was gone.
Closing his eyes again, Lex dropped his head to his chest and sighed. He'd known this would happen, but he had at least hoped to have a chance to talk to Clark first...to explain.
Lex couldn't quite decide whether he should try and talk to Clark anyway. There was a possibility Clark hadn't told his parents, that Lex wouldn't get shot if he tried to enter the Kent property. A very *small* possibility.
Sighing, Lex got up. He had to try. If there was even the slightest chance that he wouldn't lose Clark's friendship over this, he had to take it.
@>*~
Clark snuck into the house, hoping that by some miracle his parents wouldn't have noticed he'd been out all night. No such luck.
"Clark Jerome Kent! Where have you been?"
Clark glanced over at his mother and winced. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Sorry? You had us worried sick! Your father is out right now looking for you," Martha snapped, the prolonged worry making her angry. "Where were you?"
Clark bit his lip, screwing up his eyes against sudden tears. "Lex's."
Martha frowned at her son's distress, "Clark, what's wrong? Did something...oh God," her eyes widened in horror, "Did Lex d-do something to you?"
Clark sat down heavily and he shook his head, letting the tears fall. "No," he whispered hoarsely, "I...I did something bad, Mom."
"Clark?" Martha sat next to her son, reaching out worriedly to touch his shoulder.
"I couldn't help it, Mom, I swear. I don't know what happened but I wasn't in control I just *had* to," Clark groaned.
"Had to what, honey?" Martha asked cautiously, dreading the answer.
"I...," Clark swallowed nervously and licked his lips, "Be with Lex."
Okay. Not quite what she'd been expecting, but that didn't seem bad, except for the staying out late and having sex part.
"Honey, listen I'm sure it's confusing for you right now and I'm not saying I approve of you staying out all night, but it's okay for you to like boys. That's not a bad thing," she smiled tentatively.
Clark laughed bitterly, "Mom, I *know* that, but forcing yourself on someone is."
Martha sat back in horror, oh God no! Her gentle, sweet boy? No, not possible. "You...no Clark, I..."
"Mom, I'm so sorry. I just...I've had feelings for Lex for a long time, but just recently his presence has been affecting me. I, shoot, I don't know...something last night just set me off," Clark sighed, judging by the look on his mother's face he wasn't explaining too well, "It's like I can remember what I did but at the time I had no control, just an urge to...to mate."
Martha tried to gather herself, it was almost too much to deal with. But after everything they'd been through with Clark's abilities she'd had practice at thinking things through whilst freaking out inside.
"Do you have any idea what set you off?"
Clark nodded. "His scent," he whispered.
"His scent?" Martha blinked then frowned. "But why only now? If his presence has been affecting you for a while, why would you only go out of control last night?"
Clark shrugged, "I don't know, it changed slightly when he left the Talon...oh my God!"
"What?" Martha asked worriedly.
"I ran after him and stopped his car," Clark whispered.
"He saw strength *and* speed?" Martha whispered in horror. Clark nodded. "Oh God, Clark."
"I *know*," Clark groaned. "What am I going to do?"
"You're going to have to talk to him, Clark," Martha sighed.
Clark leapt to his feet. "Are you kidding? I forced myself on him, Mom, then I ran away. He's never going to want to see me again, let alone talk to me." He dropped back down into his chair as his own words hit home. His heart clenched painfully and he had trouble drawing breath. His eyes stung with more tears. He was *never* going to see Lex again. "Oh God, Mom, what am I going to do? I l-love him."
"Oh, Clark," Martha whispered. She hadn't realised his feelings ran *that* deep. "Honey, you're going to have to try."
Clark swallowed hard and closed his eyes. She was right, he had to at least try.
@>*~
Lex was just preparing to leave when Jonathan Kent stalked in. Straightening imperceptibly, Lex carefully wiped any expression from his face. "Mr. Kent, can I help you?" he asked quietly.
"You can tell me where my son is," Jonathan snapped.
"Clark? I really wouldn't know," Lex replied.
"Oh I doubt that," Jonathan growled stepping closer, "He's been missing all night and there's only one reason he'd miss curfew and not phone us...you!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Kent, but I haven't seen Clark since last night. I was just going over to see him in fact," Lex retorted truthfully. "If he's still missing, I'd be happy to help you look for him."
Jonathan's eyes narrowed in suspicion and he glared at the younger man, "You're lying. I spoke to Lana, she told me Clark left the Talon running after you. What the hell happened?"
"Dad, nothing happened."
"Clark?" Jonathan swung round, not noticing the sudden look of worry on Lex's face. "Where were you?"
"At home talking to Mom."
"Last night, Son, I was worried," Jonathan sighed.
"Here," Clark said quietly, noticing Lex's wince. It made his chest ache with regret.
"Goddamned lying son of a bitch," Jonathan swore, turning back to Lex.
"I didn't lie," Lex said coldly. "Clark left last night while I was asleep."
"Clark?" Jonathan glance back at his son for an explanation but Clark was staring at Lex...and was he crying?
Lex wanted to run. He so didn't want Jonathan Kent present while he tried to explain himself to Clark. He couldn't even look over in Clark's direction until he heard the sob. "Clark?" he whispered worriedly.
"I'm so sorry, Lex," Clark's breath hitched on his tears. God, he could hardly bear it, Lex standing there so stiffly, not looking at him.
"You're sorry?" Lex gasped. What did Clark have to be sorry about?
"Please, Lex, I know there's no excuse for what I did..."
"What *you* did?" Lex and Jonathan exclaimed simultaneously.
Clark blinked back tears and stared worriedly and uncomprehendingly. Lex had sounded confused.
"Clark, what do you mean?" Lex whispered.
"Wait just a second here," Jonathan interrupted, "What is going on?"
"Please, Mr. Kent, I think it's time you left. Clark and I have something important to discuss," Lex dragged his eyes away from Clark to glare at the older man.
"Don't you tell me what to do," Jonathan started.
"Dad!" Clark snapped, "Please, this is important. Mom can fill you in."
Jonathan stared at his son's earnest expression before finally nodding reluctantly. "Well all right. But I want you to phone us in an hour, okay?"
"Okay, Dad," Clark nodded. Lex breathed a sigh of relief as the elder Kent finally left. Clark approached his friend cautiously. "Lex, I, I really am sorry."
"Are you?" Lex smiled ruefully.
"I..." Clark blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Clark," Lex beckoned his friend and turned to walk to the sitting room. They sat down next to each other tentatively. "Clark," Lex said quietly, "The only regret I have about last night is that I took advantage of you."
"But," Clark frowned, "Lex, I forced..."
"No!" Lex stopped him quickly. Had Clark really thought that? God, no wonder he was so upset. "Clark, no. Nothing happened last night that I didn't want to happen. You may not have been in your right mind, but you still listened to me. I *know* you'd have stopped if I'd asked."
Clark shook his head, "I'm not so sure. God, Lex, I could have hurt you, maybe even *killed* you. You saw what I did with your car!"
Lex nodded slowly, "I know, Clark, and I know you would never hurt me." Lex sighed. "Even if you do lie to me."
Clark took a deep breath and sat back. "I lie to everyone, Lex."
Lex waited expectantly, hoping Clark was finally going to be honest with him, but when Clark remained silent, he got up to pour himself a drink out of frustration. "Clark," he turned back towards the couch, "You can't expect me to just accept all this lying. Especially now things have changed."
"I know," Clark whispered. He had to explain, he knew that, but how? Where did he start? "Lex, it's not like I'm just a meteor mutant. Please understand, *no one* knows this. Well, except for my parents obviously."
Lex nodded slowly, "Clark, just tell me, please."
"I'm the cause of the meteor mutants, Lex, the cause of the meteor shower. I'm not human," Clark whispered, clutching his hands together nervously.
"You're not human," Lex repeated, stunned. "Not human...well, that certainly explains some things. Christ, so I did hit you with my car, right?"
Clark nodded warily. Lex seemed a little shell shocked. "I'm invulnerable, strong, fast, I have X-ray vision, and apparently I'm irresistibly attracted to the way you smell."
Lex's eyes snapped up to his face and Clark nodded in reply to the unasked question. Lex gasped, "So, last night...what was different?"
"What do you mean?" Clark asked.
"Well you're not jumping me now, I can't be that irresistible," Lex half smiled.
Clark snorted, "You have no idea, Lex."
"Try me," Lex raised an eyebrow.
Clark stared for a moment. "I want you right now, Lex, the way you smell does things to me. I don't know why or how," he shrugged, "But last night, something was different when you left the Talon your scent changed and I lost control."
"When I left the Talon?" Lex frowned contemplatively, momentarily ignoring the stirring in his groin from Clark's words. He didn't notice Clark's head snap up and his friend start to sniff. "Well, I was feeling somewhat possessive and...whoa, Clark!"
"Lex," Clark growled from his new position between Lex's legs.
"Oh boy," Lex groaned. He tried to gather some control, but Clark was making those noises again and nuzzling his way up Lex's thigh. There was no control, Lex was hard already and Clark was starting to growl softly. "Oh boy," Lex repeated.
"Lex, smell right," Clark grinned up at his best friend and buried his face in Lex's groin, desperate to inhale the musky arousal. It was *so* good, it filled his mind and senses. All he knew was the drive to get more, to mark himself again, be claimed.
Smell right? Lex forced himself to concentrate for a moment, despite the fact Clark was now pulling at his clothes and starting to lick as well as sniff. It must have something to do with his arousal, it must trigger Clark's urge to be...well, marked. Clark lifted his arm and buried his face in his armpit, licking and gently sucking. Lex shivered, his cock jumping as the almost ticklish sensation made him gasp with sudden need.
"God, Clark," he moaned.
Clark lifted his head and grinned again, "Taste good." Then he leaned up and kissed Lex.
Lex quickly parted his lips to Clark's insistent tongue, he could taste himself in his lover's mouth which wasn't altogether unpleasant. Clark's kisses were insistent, plundering, consuming and damn, almost too good. Lex couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have that mouth on his dick.
Clark pulled him further down in the chair and leaned in, continuing his voracious consumption of Lex's mouth as he pressed his clothed cock against his lover's erection, rocking insistently.
"Clark," Lex gasped, pulling his mouth away. Clark whimpered briefly then lowered his head to lick and suck at his neck. "Clark, please," Lex tried to push Clark down, he needed release and the friction from Clark's jeans was almost painful.
Clark sat back and stared at Lex's erection, it was leaking precome and the smell was intoxicating to him. He *had* to taste. Dropping back onto his knees between Lex's legs, he bent his head first to take a deep, appreciative sniff that had his cock straining against his pants. He stuck his tongue out to catch a drop from the top of Lex's cock and followed it back to its source, swirling his tongue over the slit and dipping in for more.
The taste exploded in his mouth, filling his senses almost more then the scent, which had increased yet again as Lex moaned and writhed under him. Clark grinned before taking Lex's cock into his mouth. He *had* to taste more.
Oh God. Lex fought the urge to buck up, Clark had already taken more then he would have thought he could manage, that strong, hot tongue seemed to be everywhere, caressing, stroking, licking all over his cock as Clark sucked and continued making those *noises* that resonated through Lex's whole body.
Clark was in heaven, taste and smell combined to take him closer to the edge and he moaned as he felt his zipper give. He moved faster, swallowing as best he could, lapping at the profuse leaking head on every up stroke.
"Clark, God," Lex groaned. Clark growled and his throat constricted round the head of Lex's cock. Lex jerked up, pleasure exploding through his body as he came, Clark swallowing easily.
Clark whimpered. Taste so *good*. The tension in his body released suddenly and he was coming in his pants before he'd even touched himself.
Pulling away just a little, Clark lay his head on Lex's thigh and inhaled deeply, sighing happily at the sense of contentment and satisfaction he was getting from his lover. "Good," he announced.
Lex grinned and reached out to gently stroke Clark's hair. "Yeah, very good," he agreed.
Part 3
Clark woke suddenly, jerking his eyes open. To his relief, he was curled up with Lex on the couch. It had happened again and Clark couldn’t quite help the smug smile as he remembered Lex’s reaction, especially now he knew it was mutual. His smile faded. How mutual?
Lex had said he hadn’t regretted what had happened before, it didn’t mean he wanted Clark jumping him every time he got horny. Especially as he had no control… God, what if it happened in public?
“Clark,” Lex sighed. He’d been awake for a while just thinking. He could almost hear Clark worrying. “What’s wrong?” He sat up to face the younger man.
“We can’t keep doing this,” Clark whispered.
Lex’s face fell as he felt his chest constrict painfully. “Oh,” he said quietly.
“It’s not fair on you,” Clark continued. Then he stopped and sniffed.
Lex froze worriedly, “Clark?”
“Why… why are you so sad?” Clark asked with a concerned frown, staring at his best friend. Lex’s scent was almost painful to him.
Tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling, Lex sighed, “I guess, well I’d hoped you didn’t have any regrets either.”
Clark blinked, lips parting in surprise, “Lex? I… I don’t, I just thought… I mean just because you didn’t mind the first time, didn’t mean you wanted me…”
“Believe me, Clark, I want you,” Lex interrupted quickly.
Clark sucked in a quiet breath. “Really?” Lex nodded and sat back. Clark stared at him, biting his lip, “But you’re still sad, Lex, what’s wrong?”
Lex breathed out heavily, half laughing. “I’m not going to be able to hide anything from you anymore, am I?”
“Do you want to?” Clark asked a little sadly. He didn’t like his friend smelling hopeless, it made him want to crawl into his Lex’s lap and make it all better.
“No,” Lex replied quietly. He wanted to ease Clark’s fears. Even if his friend couldn’t control what was happening, Lex was happy to have that much. “Listen, Clark, it’s okay, you don’t have to worry. As long as you’re okay with this, I’m here for you.”
“No,” Clark shook his head, “No, I’m not okay with this. It’s not fair on you, Lex.”
Lex narrowed his eyes, “And how is this fair on you? You have no control and it’s apparently my fault.”
Clark sat back and smiled suddenly. So that was it. “Lex, even without whatever this is, I’d still want to be with you, didn’t you know that?”
Licking his lips, Lex stared carefully into his friend’s green eyes, searching for the truth. Then he smiled, the constriction of his chest easing. “I do now,” he said quietly, “Come here.” Clark smiled and shifted over to sit next to Lex. “I want to be with you too.”
Clark sighed in relief and nuzzled Lex’s neck, inhaling the smell of happiness. Then he sat up again with a frown.
“This is going to be a problem though, Lex. it was hard to resist before, but now… God, I can *smell* you. I can’t go around sniffing you all the time,” Clark bit his lip worriedly, “And what if it happens in public?”
Lex pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Well, it’s my arousal that makes you lose it, right?” Clark nodded. “I think I can control myself, Clark.” He arched an eyebrow.
Clark smirked, “Really?”
Snorting, Lex nodded, “I’ll just have to, won’t I? It’s not like we can just avoid each other all the time, is it?”
“No!” Clark exclaimed, “But… I still have an urge to well, you know. God, Lex, if only you knew how good you smell.”
Lex couldn’t help sniggering and Clark smacked his arm. “I’m sorry, but it’s funny, come on,” Lex grinned.
“Yeah, I guess,” Clark smirked, “It’s still a problem though.”
“We’ll have to play it by ear for now, Clark,” Lex sighed. “I take it you haven’t always been affected by the way I smell?”
Clark shook his head, “No, I’ve always liked you as more than just a friend, but recently the smell thing just kicked in. Kinda like my abilities.”
Lex raised an eyebrow and Clark looked at him, shrugging. “So, maybe it’s something to do with your development,” Lex suggested.
“Some *alien* thing, you mean?” Clark sighed.
“Well, it’s not a human thing, Clark, interesting though that would be.” Lex sat back again and frowned, “I can’t imagine a society that was able to send you through space working too well if they’re jumping each other every time they get horny.”
“It’s not like I know anything about where I’m from. All I know is they didn’t want me,” Clark said quietly, trying not to let himself get depressed. He was an even bigger freak now, but at least he hadn’t lost Lex over it.
Lex sighed and drew Clark back into his arms, “I’m sure there’s a good reason why they sent you here, Clark. I can’t imagine anyone not wanting you.”
Clark looked up with a tiny smile. “You even mean it.”
Lex laughed softly, “Yeah. You smell that too?” Clark nodded. Lex wanted to ask more, but he’d just spotted the time. “Clark, maybe you should phone your parents now.”
Sighing, Clark got up to walk over to the phone.
“You’re ‘one’ on speed-dial,” Lex smiled ruefully.
Shaking his head with a little laugh, Clark hit one. “Hi Mom.”
*Clark, is everything okay?* Martha sighed in relief that he was phoning from the castle, hopefully that meant things were going all right.
“Yeah,” Clark smiled over at Lex, “Everything’s great. Just a misunderstanding.”
*Really? Oh thank God. Did…* Martha paused, *What about your, uh abilities, did he say anything?*
“I kinda t-told him, Mom,” Clark stuttered, unconsciously sidling closer to Lex.
*You *told* him?*
“Mom, I had to. We figured out whatever this is, is probably like my abilities and it affects Lex directly.”
*What do you mean, directly?* Martha asked cautiously, *Is it why you thought that you’d forced him?*
“Yeah, Mom.”
Lex was slightly amused as he watched Clark slowly walk back over to him without realising.
“I can’t help it Mom, it’s something we’re going to try and work out together though, okay?” Clark said, hoping his mother wouldn’t object. Lex shifted so that Clark could sit between his legs, smothering a chuckle as his lover snuggled against him, completely oblivious.
“He’s not going to tell anyone.”
*Well, okay, Clark, but I expect you home for dinner* Martha sighed, *Lex too. We want a chance to talk to him.*
“Okay, just let me ask him.” Clark glanced up and jumped in surprise. Hadn’t he been across the room before? He raised an eyebrow at his lover who just smirked and nodded. “You up for third degree over dinner?” he asked.
Lex rolled his eyes. Why couldn’t things stay simple for once? Not that this situation was simple, but at least they’d been getting somewhere. “Okay,” he sighed.
“You don’t have to.” Clark didn’t need the scent to tell him Lex would rather never see his parents again. “I don’t mind.”
“No, Clark, I’ll come. It’s best I at least try and reassure them,” Lex half smiled.
“Thank you,” Clark leaned in for a quick kiss. “Okay, Mom, we’ll be over in time for dinner.”
*Good, see you later, honey.*
“Bye Mom.” Sighing, Clark leaned over and put the phone on the table before cuddling up to Lex again, sniffing his lover’s neck.
Lex laughed, “Come on, get up, I need a shower.”
“No,” Clark growled. He didn’t want Lex washing away their combined scents.
“Yes, Clark. And you need one too,” Lex pushed at his lover, “You must be feeling uncomfortable by now.”
Clark pouted, “I guess.”
Leaning closer to gently rub his cheek on Clark’s hair, Lex whispered, “We can shower together you know.”
Clark’s eyes widened and he jumped to his feet, yanking Lex up with him, “Let’s go!”
“Clark, relax, we’ve got all day,” Lex laughed as he ran after his lover.
“C’mon Lex,” Clark grinned, “I was a virgin yesterday, I’m a horny teenage alien and you smell good, give me a break!”
Snorting, Lex followed Clark into his bedroom, stripping out of his clothes as he crossed to the bathroom. Clark paused, mostly needing to control himself as Lex’s scent trailed after the nude man, but also from embarrassment. He wished he could strip off so nonchalantly.
Glancing back, Lex stopped at the sight of the younger man standing in the middle of the room, feet shuffling and fists clenched tightly. “Clark,” he said quietly, “It’s okay, just let go. This is me, remember.”
Nodding, Clark licked his lips and inhaled deeply. The kick of desire from Lex’s smell was enough to wipe away any embarrassment. He tore his clothes off and sped to the door, bundling Lex into the bathroom ahead of him.
“Easy, Clark,” Lex grinned at his lover.
”Easy to say,” Clark laughed, leaning in to lick the back of Lex’s head. They both groaned and Lex dropped his head forward to give Clark better access. There was just something about the smooth hairlessness of Lex’s skin against his lips and tongue that, combined with the taste, drove Clark to the edge of his control. Especially as the scent of arousal was growing again.
With a reluctant sigh, Lex pulled away. Clark growled in frustration. “Just a moment, Clark,” Lex said hoarsely, he didn’t want to stop either. “Let’s actually get into the shower, okay?”
He turned on the water and pulled Clark in with him. Before he could even turn, his young lover was on him again, holding his chin gently, licking and nibbling at the skin behind his ear.
Clark sighed happily, more taste for him to memorise, so *good*. He slid his tongue across the back of Lex’s head, taking his time over the small bump before reaching the other ear.
Lex’s knees weakened and he put one hand against the wall for support, dropping the other to grip his cock tightly. He’d never allowed anyone to touch his head, especially during sex; he’d never realised how good it could feel.
“Jesus, Clark,” Lex moaned, slowly stroking his dick in time to the lapping of Clark’s tongue.
The scent of arousal and precome rose on the steam and Clark pulled back momentarily to inhale. “Lex,” he whispered, nuzzling and licking his lover’s neck.
“So close, Clark,” Lex breathed, shivering at the feel of teeth nipping gently at his shoulder. Clark turned Lex round and dropped to his knees, watching the motion of his lover’s hand on his cock as the hot water streamed over them.
“On me,” he begged. He wanted Lex’s scent all over him.
“Oh God!” Lex gasped. His body tensed and his hand pressed hard into the wall. Liquid hot pleasure rushed through him and he came, milky jets of seed hitting Clark’s face and chest.
As the hot wetness hit him, Clark felt his cock jump. He reached up to wipe Lex’s come from his face, then licked his hand clean. The taste took him over the edge and he closed his eyes, coming once again without even touching himself.
Lex stared down at his lover, a little awed by his reaction. “Clark?” he said quietly, “You okay?”
Clark smiled and rubbed the remainder of Lex’s come into his chest. “I’m better than okay, Lex.” He got to his feet and pulled the smaller man close, dipping his head for a kiss, sharing Lex’s taste with his lover.
Lex slipped his arms round Clark’s waist, leaning against his lover’s broad chest. Pulling his mouth away, Lex lay his head on Clark’s shoulder. “You seemed more in control that time,” he commented.
“Yeah,” Clark nodded, “It felt the same in some ways, but more like me,” he sighed, “It’s hard to explain.”
“I know,” Lex said with a gentle squeeze. “Come on, we should get cleaned up.”
Pouting just a little, Clark nodded reluctantly. He really didn’t want to wash away the smell of their sex.
“I know, Clark,” Lex grinned, “We’ll figure something out.” He took the shower gel and started to wash the younger man. Clark sniffed appreciatively, the soap was one of the scents he’d picked up from Lex’s skin. it made his groin tingle pleasantly.
Lex spotted his reaction and paused thoughtfully, “Smell good?”
“Mmm,” Clark sighed, “Part of you.”
“Hmm.” Lex hurriedly finished washing them both and switched off the shower. He tossed Clark a towel and dried off as he walked to the sink. Reaching for his cologne, Lex glanced back at Clark, then spritzed some on. Clark’s head snapped up as he caught the scent and he was at Lex’s side in a split second.
“Damn, Clark,” Lex exclaimed, startled. His lover had pulled him close and was nuzzling at his neck again. “I guess you like the cologne then?”
“Smells so good on your skin,” Clark breathed happily. The tingle in his groin had increased to a pleasant ache.
“Let me try something.” Lex pulled away and sprayed a little cologne on Clark.
Clark smiled and inhaled deeply, “Good idea.”
“Think it will help?” Lex asked.
“Yeah, maybe.” Clark bit his lip thoughtfully. Having some of the scent he associated with Lex on him all the time, might keep his uncontrollable urges at bay. Whatever, he liked having the soap and cologne smells on him.
“I’ve got some clothes that should fit you,” Lex walked back into the bedroom. “I don’t think you want to wear those jeans.”
“Okay.” Clark followed him, bending briefly to pick up some boxers from the floor. He slipped them on.
Lex turned and raised an eyebrow. “Clark, that’s the underwear I just took off.”
Blinking, Clark looked down. “Huh, um…” he paused because he didn’t want to take them off, “Do you mind?”
Lex shrugged, “Well, I only put them on this morning, I don’t mind if you really want.”
Clark nodded avidly, now he had Lex’s own essential scent too. Lex smirked, there was something about Clark’s urge to be covered in his scent that appealed to his possessive nature.
“I said I’d meet Pete and Chloe at the Talon today,” Clark said quietly, he really didn’t want to go anywhere without Lex.
“Want me to give you a lift?” Lex asked with a knowing smile. It wasn’t hard to see that Clark didn’t want to leave. Anyway, it was the same for him. After the day they’d had and knowing Clark actually wanted to be with him; Lex didn’t want Clark out of his sight. Especially if he was going to the Talon.
Clark grinned, “Yeah.” Then his face fell, “Do you think it’s such a good idea?”
“Clark, I just came twice in the last half an hour, I think I can control myself,” Lex chuckled.
The grin on Clark’s face grew wide and Lex grabbed his shirt, yanking him forward for a hard, possessive kiss. Clark slipped his hands up to clutch Lex’s head, sating himself on his lover’s taste.
“Sure about that?” he laughed quietly against Lex’s soft lips.
Pulling himself back under control, Lex stepped away and nodded. He smiled, “Shall we go?”
Clark nodded, taking a moment to adjust his half hard cock. He followed Lex downstairs and out to the garage, trying to control himself when Lex put on his leather jacket, adding another element to the intoxicating combination of smells.
The drive was silent, Lex concentrating on the road and Clark getting nervous about seeing his friends. He wasn’t sure if Lana would have said anything to them and he wanted to work out how to tell them himself.
Lex pulled up near the coffee shop, and glanced over at Clark who was biting his lip. “You okay?” he asked, worried that maybe Clark was having second thoughts about him being there.
“Yeah.” Clark looked up and smiled, trying to reassure the sour nervous edge to Lex’s scent. “I was just thinking about controlling myself.”
Lex smirked. He looked round quickly and leaned over for a brief but thorough kiss. Licking his lips to get all the taste he could, Clark grinned. Lex’s smell was good again, happy and confident.
They walked into the Talon together and Clark grinned over at his friends and headed for them, Lex right behind him. They slid into the booth opposite Chloe and Pete. “Hey guys.”
“Hi Clark,” Chloe replied with a smile, “Lex.”
Lex nodded at the two teenagers, ignoring Pete’s curled lip.
“So, what’s up?” Clark started, “Any plans for the weekend?”
“Oh yeah,” Chloe grinned enthusiastically, “I heard that old man Bowers pulled a two headed fish from the river downstream of the plant; you wanna come with to question him?”
Lex straightened up, frowning slightly, he didn’t like the implication. “Downstream?”
Chloe stared at him, “Yeah.”
“Is that a problem?” Pete asked quietly.
“Not at all. I’m sure Chloe is a good enough journalist that I won’t have to talk to my lawyers,” Lex said not quite threateningly.
Clark swallowed hard. Lex’s scent had turned electric with subtle anger and his groin had registered a distinct interest. Apparently, it wasn’t just Lex’s arousal that got him hot. He clamped his hand over Lex’s thigh and squeezed warningly.
“Come on, guys,” he sighed, “We’ll go talk to Bowers, it’s probably nothing anyway.”
Lex subsided quickly, forcing himself to calm down as he noticed Clark swaying unconsciously closer. Damn, it seemed it was going to be harder to keep Clark under control than he’d thought. He silently blessed Lana’s interruption.
“Hi Clark, Lex, what can I get you?” Lana smiled at the two men, trying to catch Clark’s eye. She was curious about what had happened after they’d left the night before.
“Cappuccino, thanks Lana,” Lex said.
“Mocha with cream, please.” Clark looked up, but wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“Okay, I’ll be right over,” Lana smiled.
“I just have to go to the bathroom,” Clark muttered. Lex was about to move out of his way, but Clark just climbed over him, pausing briefly to sniff Lex’s neck surreptitiously. Not a good idea. Lex clamped down ruthlessly on his sudden arousal, returning Chloe’s and Pete’s strange looks with a blank expression.
Clark tugged his shirt down and hurried to the bathroom. He was hard and aching already. God, this was difficult. Being able to pick up on every nuance of Lex’s mood by his scent was a good thing, except for his reactions to it.
At least the sex they’d already had that day and the somehow calming effect of cologne, soap and Lex’s boxers on him had helped him to stay under control this time. As it was he wasn’t sure he was getting out of the restroom any time soon.
Splashing some cold water on his face, Clark tried to picture his parents having sex. Yep, that worked. He adjusted himself and walked back into the shop.
Seeing the coffees were ready on the counter, Clark headed over to pick them up.
“Hey, Clark.” Lana leaned over the bar and beckoned him closer.
“Yeah?”
She rolled her eyes at him, “Oh come on, Clark, you know I want to know what happened last night.” She flushed lightly.
Lex had been watching the restroom door and followed Clark with his eyes as he walked to the bar. When Lana leaned over and beckoned to his lover, he frowned.
“Lana! Jeez, I told you it wasn’t a date and it wasn’t.” Clark squirmed in embarrassment.
“Uh huh,” Lana grinned knowingly, “Your Dad told me you didn’t go home last night. Come on, spill Clark. You’re even wearing his cologne, don’t tell me nothing happened!”
Clark flushed deeper red and looked down, “Lana, it’s private, okay? I don’t even know if Lex wants me to…” Clark stopped abruptly and his head snapped up, his eyes glazing over as he sniffed the air.
“Clark?” Lana frowned, “What’s wrong?” She backed away as her only reply was a growl.
Lex was glaring at the pair, trying to quell his urge to throttle Lana. Clark was *his* damn it. Suddenly Clark looked up, sniffing the air. “Uh oh,” Lex muttered.
“Uh oh?” Chloe frowned in confusion at the bald man.
Clark started to stalk towards the table and Lex leapt up. “Got to go,” he said quickly and ran for the door, Clark on his heels. He heard Pete’s exclamation of “What the hell?” and Chloe calling Clark’s name before the door closed behind them and Clark caught hold of his elbow.
“Clark, no!” Lex snapped with as much Luthor authority as he could muster. “Get in the car, *now*.”
Clark growled. The scent of Lex, the possessiveness, had overwhelmed him and he wanted to bury himself in it.
“Car, now,” Lex repeated, running for the car, sliding over the hood in his hurry to get to the driver’s side.
Clark followed, barely in the car before Lex pulled away from the curb. Smell. He needed more. Clark leaned over and lay his head in Lex’s lap. God, *so* good. The anger and jealousy had given an edge to Lex’s scent that was driving him crazy.
“Clark, try and hold it together, please,” Lex muttered, trying to hold it together himself as Clark nuzzled against his erection, making those noises and *sniffing* him. God! At this rate just watching Clark breathe was going to end up making him horny.
“Want,” Clark growled. Hot breath and the vibration made Lex’s cock jump.
Shivering with intense need, Clark tugged up Lex’s shirt, rubbing his face against soft skin, sticking out his tongue to taste.
“Shit!” Lex exclaimed. The car swerved violently and he yanked it back over, “Clark, oh God!” The hot tongue hadn’t let up, Clark was clamped to him like a limpet, licking and sucking at his stomach. He could barely retain control of the car as shocks of pleasure coursed through his body.
Speeding up, Lex turned quickly into the driveway and screeched to a halt in front of the castle.
“Lex,” Clark whimpered when he was forcibly removed from all that smooth wonderful skin. He wanted more.
“Bedroom,” Lex panted harshly. Clark cocked his head and grinned. Then he grabbed Lex and ran up to his lover’s room. In a burst of speed he had them naked and Lex on the bed, spread out for him to explore all over again. So *good*.
Lex pulled Clark down for a hard kiss, plunging his tongue between full lips, moaning as Clark sucked happily. Moving away, Clark lowered his head to Lex’s neck again, sucking at his skin till he could taste the blood. It added yet another element to his lust.
Clark *needed* to be marked again, filled and claimed. “Lex,” he panted, “Need.”
Lex nodded and pushed at him, ignoring Clark’s desperate look and whimper for the moment as he reached for the lubricant. Clark understood and quieted, dropping onto his elbows. “Need,” he repeated, “Smell good.”
“Okay, Clark easy,” Lex stroked Clark’s back soothingly gripping the base of his cock tightly with his other hand so that he didn’t come at the sight of his lover on all fours.
Slicking himself up quickly, Lex crawled up behind Clark and smoothed his hands over firm ass cheeks, dipping his fingers between them to probe his lover carefully.
Clark snarled and looked back at him, teeth bared. “Need, *now*!”
Swallowing hard, Lex shifted up and pressed his cock against the entrance of Clark’s body. God he was so tight. Clark mewled in ecstasy, all he knew was need and lust and he shoved his hips back, taking Lex all the way inside him in one stroke.
Lex yelped in surprise, gasping at the suddenness with which he was encompassed in tight, hot muscle. Clark groaned. It felt so good to be filled, to know he was going to be marked with Lex’s essence.
“Clark,” Lex whispered. Clark looked back at him again, eyes clearer.
“Need you, Lex, please,” Clark begged.
Lex smiled, nodding as he gripped Clark’s hips tightly and pulled back slowly, eyes rolling back in his head at the clenching of Clark’s passage around him. Thrusting inside his lover’s body hard, Lex didn’t stop moving, plunging roughly back and forth. There was no control or finesse and neither of them cared.
Clark’s grunts and moans, the feel of his body, tense under Lex’s fingers, the rippling heat around his cock were a serious threat to Lex’s sanity. Slamming even harder into Clark’s body, Lex reached under his lover to grip his cock tightly, stroking in time to his thrusts.
“Yes, Lex,” Clark panted, rocking back against every thrust, grunting at each stab to his prostate. “Good.”
“Yeah,” Lex gasped. Clark’s ass clenched tightly around him and he jerked forward, burying himself one last time, his body shaking as he came.
The feel of Lex’s heat inside him made Clark bite down hard on his lip. He worked himself hard in Lex’s fist, coming with a quiet moan before his arms gave out and his face was buried in the sheets.
Sucking in a harsh breath, Lex let himself lean over Clark, resting on his lover’s strong back. Once he could move again, Lex gently withdrew and crawled round to lie next to Clark.
Clark turned his head to face his best friend. “Hey,” he said with a smile.
“You’re back then,” Lex chuckled.
“Yeah,” Clark sighed, “God, that was amazing.”
Lex had to agree, so he nodded. “What brought it on though, can you remember?” he asked.
“You were…” Clark paused and blinked, wow! “You were *jealous*. Lex?”
Sighing, Lex met his friend’s eyes seriously. “I told you I want to be with you, Clark. I don’t want to share.”
Clark smiled slowly, finally to have everything laid out clearly, to be confirmed, Lex wanted them to be exclusive! “Lex, you won’t have to, there’s no one else I want to be with.” He grinned, “Lana wanted to know what we got up to last night?”
“Pardon me?” Lex asked in confusion.
“She thought we were on a date,” Clark chuckled, rolling onto his side to pull Lex closer.
“Really?” Lex shook his head in bemusement, he hadn’t been aware of being that obvious about his attraction to Clark. “Why would she think that?”
Clark shrugged one shoulder, “I don’t know, maybe something to do with the pool.”
Now Lex was really confused, “Pool?”
“Yeah, bets on when we’ll get together.” Clark tried desperately to smother the smirk that threatened at Lex’s expression.
“What?!” Lex sat up, shaking his head.
With a pout, Clark sat up, drawing Lex close again so he could continue inhaling the scent of sex and sweat from his lover’s skin.
“We don’t have to tell anyone, Lex,” Clark said quietly, “Just because some people think we like each other, it doesn’t mean we have to say anything.”
“No, Clark, it’s not that,” Lex said hurriedly. He didn’t want Clark to think he had any problems being open. “I’m just a little surprised and possibly embarrassed that I was that obvious.”
Clark grinned widely, relieved. He bent his head for a kiss, lapping gently at Lex’s lips before dipping between them, sighing at his lover’s taste. Lex pulled away with a last soft kiss and leaned over his lover to grab some Kleenex to wipe himself off. Clark lay down again and Lex followed suit, putting his head on Clark’s chest.
Part 4
Clark jerked awake. Wasn’t there something they were supposed to be doing? Frowning, he glanced over at the clock to see what time it was. Then it clicked.
“Oh *shit*!”
Lex sat up with a start, “Huh? What?”
“We got like five minutes to get to my house, Lex.” Clark tried not to panic.
“Crap,” Lex sighed, “No time for a shower?”
“No!” Clark had already jumped out of bed and was tugging his clothes on, “God knows what Mom told Dad, do you want to risk being late?”
Lex paused in his search for clean underwear. “Uh, no. I’m just worried about us going there smelling of sex.”
“We don’t smell,” Clark assured his friend.
Lex raised an eyebrow, “You’re not just saying that?”
“No. Come *on*, Lex,” Clark pleaded.
“Okay, okay,” Lex dressed quickly and followed Clark down to the car. He drove hurriedly towards the Kent farm. Slowing on the driveway, they pulled up outside Clark’s house just about on time.
“Okay, here goes nothing,” Lex muttered.
Clark bit his lip, the scent of nervousness, sour and acrid, didn’t sit right on Lex, he didn’t like it. It made Clark want to lick Lex all over till it changed back to happiness and sex.
“Lex, you can still back out, you don’t have to go through this.”
“Yes I do, Clark,” Lex smiled reassuringly and took a deep, steadying breath. “I can face down my father, I can cope with your parents.”
Raising an eyebrow, Clark refrained from making a comment, no need to put Lex off. “Let’s go.” Clark slipped a hand into Lex’s briefly for a gentle squeeze.
Pushing open the kitchen door, Clark called out, “Hey Mom, we’re here.”
“Clark,” Martha smiled at her son, “I was about to send your father out to look for you both. Hello, Lex.”
“Mrs. Kent,” Lex greeted the petite woman.
As both boys stepped into the kitchen, her smile faltered briefly at the distinct scent she picked up from them and the sight of a large red hickey on Lex’s neck. Clearing her throat, she turned away quickly, heading back to the oven. They’d obviously made up in a *big* way and she wasn’t sure what she thought of that.
“Well now, why don’t you boys go and sit down while I finish up in here. By the way, Clark, I only told your father you’d had an argument last night, okay?”
“Okay, Mom, thanks,” Clark sighed in relief and led Lex into the lounge, where his father was sitting.
The first thing that struck Jonathan was an odd smell. He got up and glared at Lex.
“Mr. Kent,” Lex said quietly in greeting. Clark frowned at his father and gestured for Lex to sit down, before sitting next to him.
“So,” Jonathan started pacing, “You told him.”
Clark nodded, “Yeah, Dad, I did.”
“And you didn’t maybe think you should discuss it with us first?” Jonathan snapped. His step paused just briefly as he caught another whiff of the strangely familiar smell.
“Dad, I had to explain what happened last night. I couldn’t really lie abut outrunning the Ferrari and stopping it dead,” Clark sighed.
“You… you, why would you do that?” Jonathan spluttered, then looked round sniffing.
“I don’t know, Dad, something made me lose control last night, that’s why we, uh… argued.” Clark flushed lightly.
Martha walked in and sat on the edge of the couch.
Lex sat up a little straighter. “We’ve talked a lot today and we think it’s another facet of Clark’s development.”
Martha raised an eyebrow but decided not to say anything with Clark’s father present.
“Oh really?” Jonathan snorted, then he frowned again, what was that smell? “Suddenly you’re the expert?”
“Well, obviously not, Sir,” Lex sighed, “But Clark seems to be exhibiting enhanced…”
“Damn it, what the hell is that smell?” Jonathan exclaimed in frustration.
Choking, Martha got up and walked out of the room, ignoring her husband’s confused look. She was *not* dealing with that one!
Lex froze wide eyed, then slowly turned his now angry gaze towards Clark, raising his eyebrows.
Uh oh. Clark shifted in his seat and shrugged helplessly. Lex really had to calm down, the scent of his anger was electrifying. “Lex,” he hissed quietly, sniffing exaggeratedly to emphasize his point.
Lex pursed his lips together, nostrils flaring as he glared at his lover. He almost didn’t care that he was obviously setting Clark off.
Jonathan stared at the two boys, confused by the almost silent by play between them. Until Clark swayed towards the bald man and buried his face in Lex’s neck.
“What the… Oh. My. God!” Jonathan yelled as he suddenly realised what the smell was.
Clark jerked back in horror and Lex stared warily up at the older Kent man.
“You bastard!” Jonathan lunged at Lex, only to find himself held back by his son. “Clark. Let go of me, by God I’m going to kill the son of a bitch!”
“No, Dad,” Clark held onto his father easily, “None of this is Lex’s fault unless you want to blame the way he smells.”
Jonathan stopped struggling, confused by Clark's statement. “What?”
“Apparently, Clark finds the way I smell irresistible,” Lex couldn’t quite help interjecting, smirking despite suddenly wondering if maybe that’s all it was. Maybe Clark only wanted to be with him *because* of his senses.
Picking up on the slightly rotten smell of insecurity and heartache, Clark let go of his father and sank to his knees in front of his best friend and lover. “Lex, if it was just smell I would probably be affected by everyone,” he smiled gently, “You’re the only one who affects me because you’re the only one I’m in love with.” Biting his lip nervously, Clark stared at Lex, waiting for a response.
Love? Lex couldn’t speak for a moment. Clark loved him? Reaching up slowly, Lex cupped Clark’s cheek and leaned forward for a soft, clinging kiss.
Despite his anger, Jonathan suddenly felt as though he was intruding and he backed away from the pair, turning for the kitchen and pretending he hadn’t heard his son moan.
“You knew,” he said quietly.
Martha nodded, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Jon, but it was a little more serious than an argument last night. They needed time to work it out.”
“Serious how?” Jonathan snapped, “How can anything be serious enough not to tell me Clark is having sex… and with a *man*, a Luthor no less?”
“Sit down, Jon,” Martha said calmly, glancing into the lounge. The sight of Lex wrapped up in Clark’s arms, the tender kisses being shared by the boys somehow warmed her heart. Then she turned to her husband. “Clark thought he’d raped Lex,” she said bluntly.
Jonathan froze in shock. “Clark? How could he possibly think something like that? He would never…”
“Normally, no,” Martha interrupted. “Something about Lex is making him lose control, Jonathan, it’s what they were trying to explain before.”
“Lex’s smell,” Jonathan said with a dawning understanding, staring at his wife.
“Yes,” she nodded, “We might think he’s too young, but he seems to have reached a stage in his development that requires a mate.”
Jonathan dropped his head into his hands, “Did it have to be Lex?”
“Yeah, Dad,” Clark said quietly from the door, “It did. I meant what I said.”
“If it’s any help at all, Mr. Kent, Mrs. Kent, I love Clark and I’ll do all I can to both protect him and help him control these urges,” Lex said, stepping up to stand next to Clark.
Clark grinned at Lex’s words, he didn’t think he’d ever hear that Lex loved him too many times.
Martha frowned, “Has it happened again?”
Clark flushed and looked away and Lex stared determinedly at the floor. “I can’t help it,” Clark whispered.
Jonathan pulled a face, he really didn’t need or want to know this.
“I know, honey,” Martha smiled reassuringly, ignoring the glare from her husband. It wasn’t something she wanted to talk about particularly, but they had to. “It’s just not going to make things easy. If you lost control enough to let Lex see your abilities, what happens if someone else is present?”
She frowned again as the boys shared a positively guilty look. “Lex? Clark?”
“We went to the Talon earlier,” Lex sighed, “I’m afraid I let my emotions get the better of me.”
“Lex,” Clark cut in, “It wasn’t your fault.”
“Did anyone see anything?” Jonathan asked urgently.
“Only me chasing Lex out of the Talon,” Clark muttered.
“Only?!” his father exploded.
“Well at least we got out of there before anything happened.” Lex quirked an eyebrow.
“What *did* happen? What is it exactly that makes you lose control, Clark?” Martha frowned in confusion, “And why isn’t it affecting you now?”
“His emotions affect me.” Clark shifted uncomfortably, this conversation was not one he wanted to be having with his parents.
“He seems to lose control completely when I feel jealous or possessive,” Lex tried to explain, managing to control his own embarrassment, “Other times, Clark was more coherent and self aware.”
“Other times?! I thought you said this only started last night!” Jonathan exclaimed.
“Ah geez.” Clark sat down heavily and put his head on the table. With a sympathetic smile, Lex put his hand on his lover’s shoulder and squeezed gently.
“Okay, enough. I’m sure we’re all ready to drop this for now,” Martha sighed, “Let’s eat.” She kept the conversation as light as she could, helped only by Lex. her two men were fairly silent throughout, periodically glaring at each other.
“Right, out boys,” Martha ordered at the end of the meal. “Your father and I need to talk, Clark. Lex, you can stay till Clark’s curfew if you’d like.”
Lex nodded, “I would, thank you.”
“Don’t forget you have chores, Clark,” Jonathan muttered.
“Sure, Dad,” Clark sighed. He followed Lex out to the yard. “Well, at least I can get my chores out of the way quickly now you know,” he glanced at Lex and smiled ruefully, “Do you want to wait for me in the loft?”
“If that easiest, sure.” Lex nodded.
“Just a sec,” Clark pulled his lover close, bending his head to nuzzle at his neck and then lower, inhaling deeply. Before he got any further, Lex groaned and pulled him back up.
“Your parents can see us, Clark,” Lex whispered. Clark growled unhappily. “I know Clark, hang on.”
He turned so that his back was to the kitchen window and pulled Clark in front of him. Taking Clark’s hand, Lex shoved it down the front of his pants.
“Lex?!” Clark squeaked in shock.
“Shh,” Lex concentrated on not getting turned on and tugged Clark’s hand free again, “Any help?”
Clark blinked, then sniffed his hand and grinned, “Yeah, and I want more of that later!”
Smirking, Lex gave Clark a wink and headed for the barn.
@>*~
Twenty minutes later, Clark speeded into the barn and up to the loft, catapulting himself onto the couch almost in Lex’s lap.
“Shit, Clark!” Lex jumped, startled by his lover’s sudden appearance.
“Sorry,” Clark grinned unrepentantly.
“You all done?” Lex asked, whacking him lightly on the arm.
“With chores, yeah,” Clark smirked.
Lex raised an eyebrow, “Is that so?”
“Mmm hmm,” Clark murmured, leaning in slowly, nostrils flaring as he inhaled. Lex put a hand on his chest and he pouted.
“Do you think we should really…”
“Yes, we should,” Clark interrupted, “I’ve had this fantasy about you, me and this couch for a while.” Clark licked his lips provocatively.
“Clark,” Lex breathed out heavily, clenching his fist in Clark’s shirt and pulling him forwards.
“Mmm,” Clark sighed. “Smell gooood,” he breathed, meeting Lex halfway, letting his mouth be taken. He felt his control slipping at the possessiveness of the kiss and Lex’s growing arousal, but he didn’t care.
Lex tugged at his lover again and Clark shifted, straddling his lap, rocking against his erection immediately. Groaning, Lex went with it, returning the gesture. Clark bit down on his lip, growling.
“Good!” Clark was lost in his senses, need taking over almost completely.
“Yeah, Clark,” Lex agreed. He pulled Clark’s t-shirt up and Clark yanked it over his head, before tugging at the buttons on Lex’s shirt. Spreading the fabric wide, Clark grinned and leaned in to rub his face over smooth skin.
Gasping, Lex arched his back for more contact. The warmth of Clark’s skin, the rasp of stubble and the hot wetness of his tongue, sent shivers down Lex’s spine to his groin. His cock strained against his pants and he pushed at Clark.
Clark pulled back with a moan of complaint.
“Get undressed, Clark,” Lex hissed. Clark got off his lap and Lex barely had time to unbutton his pants and free his straining erection before a slick hand wrapped round it.
“Clark!” Lex’s voice was strangled and Clark had to grin. He got up, staring at his lover. Licking his lips, Lex beckoned at the beautiful man standing over him. Naked, tanned, muscular, cock hard and ready, Clark was just gorgeous.
Clark climbed over Lex, straddling the smaller man again. He leaned in for another kiss as he guided Lex’s cock to his ass. As he sat slowly, their lips met softly. Now Lex was inside him, the urgency was relieved and Clark sighed into his lover’s mouth.
“So good,” he whispered.
“Yes,” Lex breathed. Clark lifted up, his ass tightening and Lex shuddered. He put his hands on the younger man’s hips, guiding him back down. Their lips brushed together, tongues straying out to entwine and touch as Clark undulated slowly on top of him.
Dropping his head back, Clark shifted, whining as Lex’s cock hit his prostate and his own cock jumped against the smooth skin of Lex’s belly. The movement of his hips speeded up and Clark leaned forward again, gripping the back of the couch. Lex rocked up into every downward stroke, Clark’s heat made him needy in ways he hadn’t experienced before and he needed to satisfy Clark’s urge to be marked. Faster and harder, they moved together synchronously.
@>*~
Chloe took the last step and looked round. “Hey Cl…” Her words died in her throat at the sight that greeted her. Clark was *naked* on the couch and riding a half dressed Lex, both men too involved in each other to have noticed them.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
“What?” Pete asked, wondering why she’d stopped.
In a strange way, Chloe didn’t want to stop watching, the sight was really quite… well, erotic, but Pete was trying to get past her and he *so* wouldn’t want to see this.
“Chloe, what?” Pete demanded in frustration as she blocked his path. “Hey, Clark!” he called out, “You up here?”
Chloe winced, turning away quickly to push at Pete, “I think he’s busy.”
“With what?”
Lex froze as he heard Pete call out Clark’s name.
“No, don’t stop,” Clark pleaded, “Lex, please.”
Lex glanced over at the stairs where he could see Clark’s friends. “But, Chloe and Pete?”
“I don’t care,” Clark growled, “Give us… a few… minutes guys,” he called out.
Pete raised his eyebrows, “I really don’t want to know what’s going on up there, do I?”
Chloe shook her head, pushing Pete again, following him down the stairs. She flushed at a groan from above their heads and Pete shook his.
“Oh man,” he shuddered lightly.
Lex groaned as Clark squeezed his ass round his cock, then sat down hard. Biting his lip so he wouldn’t cry out, Clark came, body jerking at his release. The spasm of his lover’s ass drove Lex over the edge after him, his orgasm almost painfully intense as he filled Clark.
Panting harshly, Clark dropped his head onto Lex’s shoulder, inhaling the sated scent and ignoring the tinge of worry. “So good, love you,” Clark whispered.
“Love you too, Clark, but get up,” Lex glanced at the stairs worriedly.
With a tiny smile, Clark carefully stood up. He grabbed some tissue to wipe himself off and handed some to Lex so he could so the same. Speedily, he got dressed. Lex pulled his clothes back on fully and straightened them, breathing deeply to compose himself.
Clark jogged down the stairs and looked round. “You guys still here?” he called.
Chloe popped her head round the barn door, “Hey Clark.” To her annoyance, the sight of her friend’s reddened lips made her blush and she dropped her eyes to the floor.
“You can come in, you know,” Clark said with a grin. He was too happy to worry about what his friends might have seen or what they might think.
“You sure about that?” Pete asked, walking round Chloe and raising an eyebrow, “Because you sounded real busy.”
“Heh, yeah,” Clark grinned wider and glanced up the steps. He winked at Pete, “What? You jealous?”
“Euw, no! Dude, that’s just…” Pete shuddered.
Clark laughed, “Seriously, come on up… you can tell me who won the pool.”
Chloe and Pete exchanged glances as they followed him up to the loft. “You knew about that?” Chloe squeaked in mortification.
“We both did,” Lex said dryly, smirking at the two teenagers guilty expressions. He shifted over to let Clark drape his legs across his lap.
“Aw, man, you guys aren’t going to do all that mushy, coupley stuff are you?” Pete whined, plonking himself down on a bale of hay.
“What? Like this?” Lex reached out to cup Clark’s cheek and leaned in for a soft kiss. Pulling back, Lex glanced over at Pete and smiled at the pained look on the boy’s face.
“Yeah,” Pete mumbled.
Clark nudged Lex, “Don’t tease.”
“Well I don’t mind,” Chloe said suddenly, then flushed as all eyes turned to her, “Well, I don’t.”
“Just what did she see?” Lex whispered to Clark.
Clark blinked and his eyes widened as he shrugged. Moving again so Chloe could join them on the couch, he leaned against Lex, taking a sneaky sniff of his lover’s neck.
Sitting down, Chloe spotted a huge, red mark on Lex’s neck and looked away quickly, only to spot something on Lex’s pants. Eyes widening, she couldn’t help but stare.
“So, who won?” Lex asked.
“Yeah,” Clark wanted to know, glancing at Chloe first. She was staring. With a frown, he followed her line of sight to his boyfriend’s crotch and felt himself stiffen angrily.
“Oh, James I think,” Pete said.
Lex shrugged, “Don’t think I know him.”
“See something you like?” Clark snapped with a growl.
Chloe looked up quickly, flushing in embarrassment. Pete and Lex stared at Clark in surprise. Clark continued growling low in his throat as he glared menacingly at Chloe. Lex was *his*!
“You need to chill out, man,” Pete said with a frown.
“I didn’t mean… I mean…” Chloe stuttered.
“It’s okay, Chloe, just stay calm,” Lex said quietly. If Clark got out of control, he could do some serious damage without meaning to and if he hurt his friends… Lex knew his lover would be devastated. He reached out quickly and put his wrist under Clark’s nose, “Clark, stop it.”
Clark twisted in his seat, following Lex’s arm up to his neck, sniffing deeply. “Mine,” he growled.
“Yes, Clark,” Lex whispered, stroking Clark’s hair until he calmed.
Lifting his head slowly, Clark winced. His actions were going to be a little hard to explain. Pete was staring at him like he was insane and Chloe looked very slightly scared.
“I’m sorry, Chloe,” Clark whispered, “I, uh, got a little possessive.”
Chloe straightened, now somewhat angry at her friend’s reaction, “A *little*? Clark, you *growled* at me. What the hell is going on with you two?” She glared suspiciously at Lex.
“Yeah, what’s with all the sniffing?” Pete interjected, now certain that that’s what he’d seen Clark do in the Talon earlier.
Helplessly, Clark turned to Lex, staring at him pleadingly.
“We don’t know,” Lex said quietly, “I guess I smell good.”
Pete pulled a face, a cross between grossed out and disbelieving, but Chloe tilted her head thoughtfully.
“Well, you’re a mutant,” she said to Lex, smiling apologetically, “Maybe Clark is too and somehow you two have some sort of weird pheromone thing going on.”
Clark sighed in relief, “Yeah maybe. No Wall of Weird though, Chloe, I mean it!”
“Would I?” Chloe tried to sound hurt. Clark just raised his eyebrows at her. “Okay, okay, I promise,” she sighed.
“What set you off, Clark?” Lex asked quietly.
Clark looked down, “She was staring at your… oh!” With a grimace, he reached over Lex and grabbed a tissue, wiping away a spot of semen on Lex’s pants.
Shifting uncomfortably, Lex cleared his throat, “Well anyway, it’s getting late, I should probably be going.”
Clark’s face fell, “Oh.”
Chloe got up quickly, “Yeah, we should really get going too, let you guys uh, say goodbye.”
Pete frowned in confusion, then it dawned and he groaned, “Good idea. I don’t need to see you two getting all kissy face.”
Clark pulled a face at him then grinned, “Okay, guys, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sure, Clark, see you,” Chloe smiled, “Lex.”
Lex nodded and watched the pair head downstairs.
“I don’t want you to go,” Clark said almost petulantly.
“It’s not what I’d choose either, Clark,” Lex sighed, “On the other hand, we do need to see if separation helps or makes things worse.”
Clark stiffened defensively, “Worse?” He swallowed hard at the thought that Lex might not be as happy at their situation as he’d thought. “I’m sorry, I’ll try my best not to inconvenience you so much.” With that, he sped away, rather than hear his fears confirmed.
“Clark?” Lex frowned at the space in front of him where his lover had been. “Damn it, I didn’t mean it like that!” he exclaimed in frustration. Shit. Sometimes he forgot Clark was a teenager, granted an alien teenager, but still.
As Clark could be anywhere by now, Lex decided to head home as planned and give his lover some time to cool off.
Part 5
Clark was jumpy at school. He felt incomplete and a little out of synch with everything. The only thing that helped was taking a sneaky sniff of Lex’s boxers that he’d stuffed into his bag that morning, despite the fact that his own smell masked most of Lex’s after wearing them the previous day.
Chloe and Pete tried to shield him and cover for him when he spaced out, which helped some, but Clark was too worried about what Lex was going to say or do when he saw him again. Because there was no way he could avoid the issue, he *had* to see Lex, and soon.
It was probable that he’d overreacted, been stupid, but that was hardly a positive thing. It was just as likely to emphasise to Lex why a relationship between them was a bad idea.
Not that for him, a relationship with Lex was anything but wonderful, but Lex could do so much better than a teenage farm boy, let alone having his alien freakishness to deal with too.
The same thoughts and fears went round and round in his head all day until even the teachers commented on how distracted he was, but he couldn’t help it.
By the end of the day, even the boxers weren’t helping and he was getting twitchy. God he needed to see Lex!
@>*~
Pulling up outside the school, Lex turned off the engine and opened the door, resting one foot on the sidewalk as he waited for the end of the school day.
While he hoped coming to pick Clark up wasn’t a mistake, he’d had to admit, if only to himself, that he needed to see his lover. They had to talk… or at least that’s what he tried to convince himself he wanted to do.
Glancing up as students started to exit the building, Lex looked for Clark, standing up out of the car. He spotted his lover stumble out of the door and stepped forward in concern. But Clark righted himself and he swung round, staring directly at Lex.
Clark smelled Lex before he saw him and turned. Their eyes met and Clark started to walk, not taking his eyes from his lover for a second. God, that smell, he needed it so badly.
Lex watched Clark stalk towards him. He wasn’t scenting the air, which was a good sign, but he looked like a predator on the prowl, which wasn’t.
Stopping directly in front of his lover, Clark inhaled deeply. “We need to get out of here *now*, Lex.”
“Clark,” Lex started, putting a hand on his lover’s chest. He wanted a chance to explain his words the previous night.
Clark groaned quietly, he was struggling for control, and only Lex’s lack of arousal or sense of possessiveness was enabling him to keep that control. He reached up and put his hand over Lex’s.
“Now, Lex, or I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
Swallowing hard, Lex tried to control his response to Clark’s words, his hand fisting in the younger man’s shirt. They were so close, he could feel Clark’s body heat, the gentle brush of sweet breath on his face. And their eyes were still locked together.
“Oh God, Lex.” Clark’s voice was hoarse with need.
“Is there a problem here?” Principal Gibbons stared between the two men, hoping that there wasn’t going to be any trouble, especially with Mr. Luthor.
“No problem,” Lex said lightly, “Right, Clark?” Clark nodded, unable to speak. “Get in the car, Clark,” Lex said quietly. Clark nodded again, finally tearing his eyes from Lex’s.
“Clark,” Principal Gibbons reached for Clark’s arm, “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yes.” Clark snatched his arm away and hurried round the side of the car. He had to get out of there, he was right on the edge.
“I can assure you,” Lex told the other man, “Nothing’s wrong…”
“Lex, now,” Clark interrupted with a growl.
“Right.” Lex jumped back in the car ignoring the Principal’s startled expression. Gunning the engine, he pulled away, driving as fast as he safely could.
Once out of sight, Clark gave in to need and buried his head in Lex’s lap, breathing deeply to try and stay in control.
“Clark, are you all right?” Lex gasped, as he struggled for control himself.
“I need you,” Clark whispered.
“I know, Clark, I know. Just hang on,” Lex said urgently. Swerving off the road and down a dirt track, Lex continued driving until they reached a copse of tress. Then he switched off the engine.
“You don’t inconvenience me,” Lex said softly.
Clark raised his head slowly, blinking, staring at his lover.
“Being an alien is part of what makes you, you. And I love all of you, Clark,” Lex continued, not looking at his lover, “I’ll do whatever it…”
Clark smiled softly, reassured by the older man’s words. “Shut up,” he said quietly. Lex turned to look at him in surprise. He opened his mouth to speak. Clark put his finger gently over Lex’s lips, “Shut up and kiss me.”
Grinning in relief and want, Lex closed the gap between them for a kiss.
Oh yes. Now that was good. The amazing taste of Lex combined with the growing scent of arousal made Clark moan.
Clutching at his younger lover, Lex let his mouth be consumed. Clark’s dedicated and thorough exploration made his chest and groin tighten. He twisted awkwardly in his seat, trying to pull Clark closer, then growled in frustration.
Clark grinned against Lex’s lips, despite his own growing frustration. A day apart had obviously been hard on both of them, Clark couldn’t wait any longer. Pulling away, he got out of the car, dragging his t-shirt over his head as he walked round to the front.
Licking his lips, Lex got out and walked round to meet the younger man. He reached out and skimmed his fingers over his lover’s chest. Clark sighed and caught his hand, pulling him up against his body.
“Lex,” Clark breathed, rubbing his nose against the smaller man’s scalp. He slipped his hands down to Lex’s ass and tugged him even closer, pressing his erection into his lover’s groin.
Rocking up with a breathy moan, Lex wrapped his arms round Clark’s neck, dropping his head onto his lover’s shoulder so Clark could continue to nuzzle and lick his scalp.
God, why did it feel *so* good? Lex was starting to wonder if Chloe maybe had more of a point than she’d realised. He might not lose control like Clark did, but he was definitely affected in some way.
Clark couldn’t wait any longer, he just… *couldn’t*. He pulled away from Lex and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, yanking them down round his ankles.
“Take me,” Clark growled, bending over the hood of the car.
“Jesus,” Lex groaned, fumbling with the fly of his slacks desperate to relieve the pressure on his dick. He grabbed the lube from his pocket and positioned himself awkwardly behind Clark. Slicking himself up, Lex pushed into his lover without preamble, gasping at the heat.
“Oh yeah,” Clark mumbled, pushing his hands down, feeling the metal give and not caring. Lex stretched him, filled him, made him feel complete again. The heat of Lex’s cock, even the sensation of blood pulsing in his lover, all of it, so perfect he could scream.
“Do it, need it,” Clark begged.
Lex felt his cock jump ad his belly tightened with his own need. Pulling back quickly, he plunged hard into Clark’s welcoming depths. He was far too close to the edge already, but didn’t care as he thrust over and over into his lover’s body. By the sounds Clark was making, the way he writhed on the hood of the car and the ominous sound of squeaking metal, his lover was pretty close too.
Clark felt like he could feel everything of Lex, inside and out; legs against his, the slapping of groin against ass, smooth strokes of cock inside him, body heat and the odd drop of sweat on his back, the hands gripping his hips tightly. He felt owned, loved and Lex was his, all his.
“Oh God,” Clark screamed, flinging his head back as he pumped his climax onto the metal beneath his body.
Clark’s body contracted under Lex, squeezing tightly round his cock. His hips snapped forward, pushing him deeply into the constricting heat, Clark’s cry almost forcing him into orgasm, jerky spurts of come marking his lover.
Inhaling happily, Clark dropped his head down, closing his eyes.
“You broke my car, didn’t you?” Lex chuckled breathlessly.
“Yup,” Clark snickered, not worried as Lex was laughing, “Sorry.”
“No, you’re not,” Lex slapped his lover’s hip lightly, “And neither am I.” He pushed himself up and carefully withdrew from Clark’s still twitching ass.
Clark moaned quietly with loss and rolled over. “I am sorry about yesterday though.”
“I know,” Lex held out a hand and pulled Clark upright, “I didn’t exactly express myself well.” He shrugged.
“And I overreacted,” Clark sighed, pulling his jeans back up.
“You think?” Lex smirked as he got his clothes back in order. “Clark,” he continued on at the expression on the younger man’s face, “It’s okay, it’s not like I wasn’t feeling a little insecure myself.”
Clark raised an eyebrow, grinning, “Lex Luthor, insecure?”
“Yeah, yeah, just fix the car, farm boy.” Lex mock glared at his lover.
“Right, good plan,” Clark nodded, “Pop the hood for me.”
Fascinated, Lex watched Clark push out the dents. There was some paint damage, but otherwise it looked fine again.
“Thanks,” Lex said, leaning against Clark.
“No problem,” Clark replied with a grin, wrapping an arm round his slender boyfriend.
“You were more in control this time,” Lex commented.
“Yeah well, you weren’t being possessive, so that helped. Plus at the school, I wanted you, but I could hold it back till you got hot,” Clark replied.
“Yes well,” Lex smiled ruefully, “Let’s just say I have a slight control problem of my own when you’re involved.”
Clark grinned, “Really? Cool.”
Laughing, Lex elbowed him in the gut. “Come on, I should probably get you home.”
Pouting just a little, Clark sighed and nodded, “I guess. I did tell Mom I’d be home straight after school.”
“Well, let’s go then.” Lex hurried back round the car. “I really don’t need to be getting into trouble with your parents considering they were decent enough not to shoot me yesterday.”
Clark climbed into the car and pulled a face, “C’mon Lex, they wouldn’t do that in the house… they’d hunt you down in the woods.”
“Oh thank you for that,” Lex groaned at Clark’s smirk. They drove back to Clark’s with Clark still snickering and Lex shooting glares at him.
“Are you coming in?” Clark asked as they pulled up outside the house.
“I’d better,” Lex said, feeling only slightly nervous.
“It’ll be fine.” Clark leaned over to kiss him, wanting to get rid of the sour edge to Lex’s scent. It was messing with the happy sated smell he loved most. Smiling, Lex returned the kiss, probing Clark’s mouth slowly.
“Mmm,” Clark grinned, “Better.”
“Oh?” Lex shook his head and snorted, but he had to admit, he did feel better.
They got out of the car and walked hand in hand to the house.
“Hey Mom.” Clark greeted his mother as she turned to see who was coming in.
“Oh boys, I was getting worried.” Martha looked at them carefully, “I got the strangest phone call from your Principal, something about fighting.”
“Uh no, see,” Clark looked down and shrugged, “I was… well, you know. We just had to get out of there fast."
“Oh,” Martha flushed, “And everything’s okay now?”
“Yeah.” Clark shared a grin with Lex.
“I’m very sorry we couldn’t let you know I’d be bringing Clark home later than you’d expected,” Lex said quietly.
“I suppose it couldn’t be helped,” Martha sighed.
Jonathan strode into the room and Lex stiffened apprehensively. Clark had to resist the urge to lick away the acrid scent, clenching his fists tightly.
Staring at the two boys, Jonathan realised what he could smell, *again*. Grimacing, he turned and strode out without a word.
Martha raised an eyebrow. “I’ve spoken to your father, Clark, and while we both agree we’d rather this wasn’t happening, obviously there’s not much we can do about it.” Clark and Lex nodded.
“But,” Martha continued, “We want you to try and control it where possible and be careful, please! We don’t want to know any details, but if you do go to Lex’s, we don’t want you staying the night anymore…”
“But…” Clark started to interrupt.
“No buts, Clark.” Martha raised an eyebrow and her tone brooked no arguments.
“That’s very generous, thank you Mrs. Kent,” Lex said with a warning squeeze of Clark’s hand.
Sighing, Clark nodded, “Okay, Mom, we’ll be careful.”
“Thank you. Now, you’d better go do your chores, Clark.” Martha smiled at her son’s expression.
“You going to walk me to my car?” Lex asked with a smile of his own as he nodded at Clark’s mother.
“Yeah,” Clark said unenthusiastically. He really wasn’t looking forward to spending so much time apart from Lex again. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Clark followed Lex out to the yard.
“Stop pouting, Clark, it’s not that bad.” Lex raised both eyebrows.
“Maybe not for you,” Clark said sulkily.
“Hey!” Lex snapped, “Don’t make assumptions about what it’s like for me.”
Clark sucked in a quiet breath as the scent of electric anger made his cock twitch.
“Just because I’m not going through some alien pheromone kick doesn’t make it less valid.”
Clark froze, eyes wide in disbelief. He shook his head and barked out a bitter laugh. “You think I’m a freak.”
“That’s not what I sa…”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Clark said quietly. Turning, he walked away before he really lost his temper.
Lex closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, slamming his hand onto the roof of the car. God damn it! Sometimes, he really wanted to shake Clark until he got some sense. Jumping in the car, Lex drove off without looking back.
Part 6
Climbing the steps to the loft, Clark stopped at the top and sat down heavily.
“Fuck!” he hissed, smacking the banister rail with his fist. It shattered loudly but barely registered with Clark. He was *so* angry and hurt. How could Lex say that? The one thing that could really, *really* hurt him and Lex had gone straight for it.
“Clark?”
Glancing up, Clark saw his father at the bottom of the steps. He looked concerned.
“What?” Clark asked, not in the mood to be polite.
“You okay?” Jonathan frowned at his son, wondering what could have happened to make him look like he was about to explode.
“Sure, whatever.” Clark shrugged sullenly.
“Son…”
“Just leave it, Dad, okay? I don’t want to talk about it!” Clark snapped and sped away to do his chores and try and take his mind off things.
Jonathan blinked, then frowned again, damn Lex Luthor. He knew he’d been right, Luthor was only going to hurt Clark. Well, that was going to stop.
@>*~
The silence was uncomfortable over dinner. Martha made a few attempts at getting Clark to open up, but he just played with his food and shrugged. Finally, Jonathan ran out of patience.
“Okay, that’s enough, Clark. Are you going to tell us what the hell happened?” he snapped.
Clark glared at him. “No, because it’s none of your business and I don’t want to talk about it!” Clark’s voice got progressively louder until he was shouting. With his parents staring at him in shock, Clark swallowed and stood abruptly. “Excuse me,” he whispered and hurried out.
“That does it!” Jonathan snapped, “I’m going to see Luthor.”
“Now wait, Jon,” Martha started.
“No. I told you he wasn’t good for him,” Jonathan interrupted.
“Dad said the same about you,” Martha said quietly, “They argued, that’s all.”
Eyes narrowed, Jonathan thought for a moment, then nodded. “Fine, but I’m still going to see him, maybe he’ll tell me what’s going on.”
“Tomorrow, okay, Jon? Just leave it till tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Jonathan agreed.
@>*~
Still in a pissy mood since his argument with Clark, Lex felt even worse after the terrible night he’d had. Why couldn’t he sleep? It wasn’t like he’d done anything, Clark was the one who’d acted like a petulant child.
A quiet knock on the door made him look up. “Come!” he snapped.
“Mr. Kent to see you, Sir.”
“Clark?” Lex frowned, Clark should be at school.
“No Sir, Jonathan Kent.”
Just great. Lex sighed heavily and then nodded. “Fine, show him in.” Lex wasn’t sure whether to keep Enrique in the room for his protection.
Jonathan Kent walked into the room. He looked tired and upset, but not furious.
“What do you want?” Lex asked.
“I want to know what happened last night,” Jonathan put his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows.
“That concerns myself and Clark and no one else,” Lex replied calmly.
“You cold hearted son of a bitch!” Jonathan snapped angrily, “When I have to listen to my son cry himself to sleep, it damn well does concern me.”
Lex’s calm demeanour faltered. Cry? Clark had cried… why would, “Why would he cry?” Lex asked worriedly.
“That’s what I’m trying to find out!” Jonathan growled in frustration.
“It was just a stupid argument.” Lex sat down heavily.
“Obviously not to Clark,” Jonathan pointed out. “What did you say?!”
“I just pointed out that my feelings weren’t less valid because I’m not going through some alien development thing,” Lex explained.
Wincing, Jonathan sighed heavily. “Christ, Lex, have you *no* clue as to how insecure he is about that? How terrified he is of being different, being a freak?”
Lex was glad he was sitting down as it hit home that he’d struck out, in one of the worst ways possible, at the one he loved.
“I’m so sorry,” he gasped.
Blinking a little at the apology, Jonathan sighed again, “It’s not me you need to tell.”
Lex nodded, feeling a little lost, “No, of course. I… I don’t suppose I could come over this afternoon when he finishes school?”
Jonathan found himself feeling sorry for the young man. He didn’t look like the self-assured, cold hearted businessman any more, just a potentially heart broken boy.
“Come on, son, it’ll be all right. Clark loves you. Of course you can come round.”
Blinking up at the farmer in surprise, Lex smiled gratefully. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Jonathan nodded, reaching out hesitantly to pat Lex’s shoulder, but withdrawing at the last second. With a backwards glance, Jonathan left the younger man with his thoughts.
Lex didn’t even notice him go.
@>*~
The scent hit him almost before Clark reached home and he nearly turned and ran the other way. After a moment’s thought, Clark continued running for the barn. He didn’t want to see Lex right now, but he wasn’t going to avoid his home.
He climbed the steps to the loft and dumped his bag onto the floor, ignoring the other man. While he wasn’t angry as such anymore, Clark was hurt, his heart ached and he felt *so* lost.
Of course a day without Lex made it hard to be around him, Clark wanted so desperately to bury himself in that scent, despite the terrible mildewy edge of sadness that tainted it.
“Clark,” Lex started quietly.
“Go away, Lex.” Clark didn’t turn round.
Lex stood up and reached out, “But…”
“Go away, Lex, I can’t talk to you right now,” Clark said quietly.
Lex squeezed his eyes shut for a second, he had to try again. “Clark, I just need…”
“And I need for you to go,” Clark whispered.
Lex let his head drop to his chest with a sigh, “Okay.” He walked slowly away. Turning at the top of the steps he stared sorrowfully at the stiff figure of his lover. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Clark gripped the back of his chair tightly until it creaked under the strain as he listened to Lex walk, then drive away.
“I know,” he whispered. How could he not know? Lex’s scent, his voice, face, demeanour; they all told Clark how sorry Lex was. He just wasn’t sure if that was enough. But he also wasn’t sure how much longer he could be without Lex and not lose control.
@>*~
The scent woke Clark. Not strong enough to be Lex, but certainly too strong. With a frown, he speeded through his shower and dressed quickly.
“Clark,” Martha started as her son came down the stairs, “There’s mail for you.”
Clark didn’t answer, just stared at the small package on the table. He felt his control slipping and didn’t want to get any closer.
Picking up the package, Martha held it out to him, “Well, aren’t you going to open it?”
Veering away, Clark growled, nostrils flaring as the smell seemed to fill his senses.
“Oh no,” Martha whispered, understanding dawning. But it was too late. Clark snatched the package from her and held it to his nose, inhaling deeply.
“Lex,” he growled, and disappeared.
Martha sighed, obviously they’d been apart too long. She went to phone the school.
@>*~
Staring blankly at his computer screen, Lex fiddled with the mouse impatiently. He was getting nowhere and all he could think about was Clark.
There was barely any warning; one second, the door slammed open and a breathless second later, Lex found himself naked on his bed under an equally naked Clark who was busy sniffing and licking his armpit.
“Clark,” he gasped, trying to control the rush of pleasure that stiffened his cock in moments. “Clark, wait.”
“No.” Clark sat over Lex and lowered himself onto the older man’s shaft. “Need.”
“Oh God!” Lex bucked up helplessly into the somehow already slick heat of the younger boy.
The completion gave Clark back some control and he glared at Lex before closing his eyes, riding his lover steadily. He didn’t say another word, didn’t make a single sound, even when Lex’s cock brushed over his prostate.
Gripping Clark’s thighs tightly, Lex let his lover fuck himself, hoping it wouldn’t make things worse between them. He couldn’t help moaning at how good it felt though, the tight passage gripping him, hot and wet as Clark rose and sank steadily on his cock.
The pleasure was intense as Lex came, shuddering bodily as he emptied himself into Clark. At the scent of Lex’s completion, Clark sat down hard, cock jerking with his release, body stiffening with reluctant pleasure. He flopped down on top of the smaller man with a sigh.
Tentatively, Lex put his arms round Clark, relieved when his lover didn’t shake him off.
Eyes still closed, Clark inhaled deeply, sating himself in scent. He knew he had to say something, but he wasn’t sure where to start. “You… you hurt me,” he whispered.
Lex swallowed nervously, “I know. I didn’t mean to.”
“Yes, you did.” Clark sat up and stared down at Lex seriously. That realisation had been what had hurt the most.
Sighing, Lex nodded, “Yeah, I guess I did.” He reached up to touch Clark’s face gently, “But not deliberately, Clark, please believe that. I lash out, out of instinct and I really didn’t know how much it *would* hurt you.”
Clark took Lex’s hand and nodded. He understood, really. Lex was used to *having* to fight dirty, just to survive. But his lover also had to understand that he couldn’t just hurt him like that, play on his weaknesses.
“I know, but it did. And I don’t want to feel that bad again because of you.” Clark sighed, “I know we’re going to fight sometimes and I know I didn’t take *your* feelings into account, I just… you’re my best friend, as well as my lover; that you could say that…”
“I know and I’m sorry,” Lex whispered.
“Yeah, me too.” Clark lifted up carefully and lay down next to Lex, “Just… never again, okay?”
“Yeah,” Lex whispered, relieved. He’d been so worried, it wasn’t like he’d ever felt this way about someone before. The thought of losing Clark over something *so* idiotic on his part had scared him. “I’ve never done this before Clark, and I can’t afford to lose you, so you’ve got to talk to me when I get things wrong, okay?” Clark nodded. “I really love you, you know that, don’t you?”
Clark smiled finally, “Yeah.”
He moved closer, putting his head on Lex’s chest. “So, what was in the package?”
Lex laughed, “Um, my boxers from yesterday. I thought it would help tide you over until you wanted to speak to me again.”
Snorting, Clark looked up, “Yeah, a *big* help there. Well, I guess it forced the issue… I was miserable.”
“Yeah,” Lex agreed.
“You smell good now though.” Clark smiled.
“Oh good, I’d hate to offend your olfactory sensibilities,” Lex chuckled.
“Uh huh.” Clark shook his head and snuggled in. He felt so much better. Everything was back in synch, in control… well as in control as he could be around Lex.
Lex frowned thoughtfully, “Clark, not that I want you to go, but, shouldn’t you be in school?”
“Oh crap!” Clark bolted upright, “I ran out on my Mom this morning.”
Lex reached for his cell. “Here, why don’t you give her a call?”
“Thanks.” Clark nodded, dialling quickly, “Mom?”
*Clark.* Martha sighed in relief, *Are you okay? Is Lex okay?*
“Yeah, we’re fine. I’m so sorry about earlier.”
*It’s okay… this time.* Martha sighed, *I know you couldn’t help it, but please try not to let it get like that again.*
“I will, Mom,” Clark winced, glancing at Lex who looked concerned.
*I phoned school to let them know you’d be late, I don’t want you missing the whole day, okay honey?* Martha continued.
“Yeah, thanks Mom, I’m going to head over there now,” Clark said quickly.
*Good, see you later.*
“Bye Mom.” Clark hung up. “Okay, well, I’d better go,” he sighed regretfully, turning back to Lex.
“I know.” Lex sat up and rubbed his lover’s back slowly, “And I suppose I should try and get some work done.” He smiled ruefully, trying not to think about what his father would have to say on the matter of his distraction.
“Yeah.” Clark grinned and got up.
“I take it you’re not going to shower?” Lex inquired with a smirk.
“Nope,” Clark grinned, “And I’m going to wear your boxers you so generously sent me.”
Lex pulled a face, then laughed, “Okay, if you want to smell, that’s your prerogative.”
“Oh please,” Clark poked his lover gently, “You love it.”
“Yeah,” Lex was realising just how much he did love it; having his mark, if mostly unnoticeable, on Clark all the time. “I suppose I do.”
Clark dressed in a blur of motion then leaned down over his lover, “See you later?”
“Definitely.” Lex stretched and smothered a smirk at Clark’s expression of dazed lust. “Good to know it’s not just the way I smell that does it for you,” he commented.
Clark shook his head to clear it, “Are you kidding? God, you have no idea!” He dipped his head for a quick kiss. “I’d better go, before I have to stay and show you what your body does to me.”
Lex laughed, “I guess we can’t have that. Bye love.”
Clark smiled at the endearment, “Bye.”
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