Yes

He pushed hard against the naked skin of Clark's chest, and chuckled softly as the younger man stumbled into the bathroom. Long fingers left dark marks on the pristine walls as Clark's hand shot out to prevent himself from falling.

"...Lex-" Clark's voice shook as he tried to speak. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What's going to happen?"

Lex shook his head slowly, and raised a single finger. Pointed it at Clark's filthy, torn pants.

"Off."

Clark's hands trembled violently as he reached for the button of his jeans. It was several moments before he was able to loosen the bronze cap from the buttonhole. It slipped out silently, and long fingers grasped the top of the zipper. Pushed it down.

Hands fell away, uncertain, and Lex's eyes shot up from the pants that rested over Clark's skin, undone and gaping open.

"They're coming off, Clark." He said quietly, his gaze steady as it held Clark's.

Lex stepped forward, a hand moving up towards Clark's waist.

Clark waved him away, and laughed wildly, his breath short. "I can do it."

Lex's smile was fluid and sure. "I'm certain you can, Clark. But, you're shaking like a leaf. And, you know, I want to help you." He leaned his head back with an amused sigh at Clark's shy hesitation, and looked up at the swirling plaster that covered the ceiling. His voice was perfectly calm and light as he continued, "I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable."

Clark's bright bark of laughter was loud in the room, and Lex smiled as he heard it. Raised an eyebrow when he heard shuffling, and the sound of clothes hitting the tiles.

Looking down, he saw Clark standing nude and flushed. Such long, perfect legs. Strong and firm, wonderfully formed, and they led to lovely hips. Grooves there, like they were made for him, and his hands reached out to grab, and yes...his hands did fit just so, right there. Yes. Just so. He squeezed.

Clark thrust forward as Lex's hands sealed themselves over his skin, and Lex's left hand slid across twitching flesh to a thick, rising cock. Closed over it, and pulled. Clark moved forward with the pull, his whole body swaying with Lex's hand.

The muscles of Lex's arm warmed as his hand slid across the silky skin on Clark's cock. He stepped forward, pushing Clark backwards, towards the open shower door, with the hand still on his hip, still squeezing. Continued to tug, and stroke, a thumb sliding across the head. The tip of his thumb paused to swim through a dripping slit.

Clark's gasp echoed as he stepped back into the shower. His back hit the wall of the shower...squeaked across it as he arched his body towards Lex.

"Please, Lex..."

Lex's hands pulled away, and Lex smirked at the greedy whine that fell from Clark's lush mouth. He slid his clothes off quickly, dropping them on the floor of the shower, and stepped onto them as he moved into Clark's body. His hand moved up to the smooth wall, a finger pressing a hidden button that produced an immediate, warm spray. Precisely the right temperature. So nice to be Lex Luthor, especially right then. His lips seemed caught in a perpetual smile.

Clark's body was perfection, and worthy of worship, as the water slid lovingly over his skin. Drops moved through dark patches of dust, and washed them away, leaving smooth gold skin that needed tasting.

A hitching moan broke from Clark as Lex dipped his head into the path of the heated spray to run his tongue across the glossy skin of Clark's chest.

Bending his knees, Lex moved, glazed the tip of his tongue across a slick, hardened nipple. He teased his way around it, moving in a circle, and stopped to take the center between his teeth. Bit down gently, and slid his tongue across the nub held gently between his teeth.

Clark's answering cry was nearly unheard beneath the spray, but Lex felt it underneath the hand working its way from Clark's cock to farther below. To firm, sensitive balls that fit beautifully in his palm. He worked them in his hand, rubbing his fingers behind them, pressing harder at the skin there. Pushed, and gasped himself at the answering motion from Clark's body.

He was moving into him, begging him with his body to push in, and Lex was happy to relieve his need. Slid a wet fingertip into the tight hole there, and pressed upwards. Moved in so slow, and raised his dripping eyelashes so he could watch Clark's brilliant, bright pink face. That sweet mouth was open wide, hot breaths falling roughly from it. Clark's head was pushed back against the wall, black hair wet and clinging to skin and tile, and his necked was gracefully curved outwards, inviting him to take it, and he refused to ignore the call of that pretty throat.

Lex sucked gently around the flesh between his lips before releasing it, and mouthed his way across a sleek collarbone. Bit sharply at it. Worked his lips, his teeth, up that long neck, and enjoyed the sweet skin.

His finger was up to his knuckle now, and he moved the finger, pushing inside of Clark, and smiled against the skin on his lips as he felt Clark gasp. He slid his finger out, and moved back in, hard. Felt the throbbing beneath his fingertip and bit into his own lip. Tried and failed, to conceal a groan that ached in his chest.

Shifted his head back to watch the shocked green eyes burst open. Looked into them, and waited. Waited, and licked his torn lips. Watched Clark watch him, and moved forward to meet him as Clark's head leaned forward, his mouth still open and panting as their lips pressed together.

"Clark, that's so right," Lex murmured against the precious mouth, and pushed harder; he plunged inside to brush against the sides of Clark's soft tongue.

Lex pulled his finger out of the tight grip of Clark's ass and added another elegent digit, pushing them both inside; tasted Clark's choppy groan that grew deep from his throat.

Clark ripped his mouth away, his breaths heaving, and his ass pushing down against Lex's determined hand. He was moving, jerking himself up and down on those fingers, as he looked into Lex's eyes. Couldn't look away, even as Lex's hand shifted from his hip, slid over his cock and pumped, the sound wet and noisy as water pushed through his fingers in a gush. The movements were fast and hard, a shocking contrast to the slow, pushing fingers gliding in his ass in perfect time with the throbbing of his pulse.

Clark came hard and sudden, a flood breaking across Lex's fingers and spilling down to the rush of water around their feet in a shocky surprise that blinded him, for a moment, before he realized he was blinking...his bowed head facing directly into the steady spray from the shower.

His laugh was followed closely by Lex's low chuckle as he leaned against the wall heavily.

"This is how you help me get clean?" He managed, pushing dripping hair away from his face with a weakened hand.

Lex's smile was blinding, "Wait until you see how I tuck you into bed."