Yes

The room was dark when he woke up. He felt it even before he opened his eyes. His eyes focused in on the brilliant red glow of the clock's face. Only 2:00.

He felt like he'd slept for days.

Skin, smooth and warm, was against him. A long, sleek leg wrapped itself around his, the foot resting comfortably against his ankle.

An arm had wound its way around his waist, and even in sleep, fingers were clenched firmly into his body...holding him. Any movement would startle awake the peaceful man next to him.

Any thoughts of running fled from his mind as his eyes came to play over Lex's face. Good grief. The man smirked in his sleep.

But, so sweet. So...adorable.

The thought brought a burst of laughter to his lips, and he bit it down, not quite preventing the quake that ran through his torso. The hand holding him tightened around his waist, and pale, amber colored eyelashes trembled. Lex's lips twisted in a deeper grin as he cleared his throat.

"What are you thinking?"

Clark couldn't stop watching those closed eyes. He felt a compulsion to see if Lex's eyes were there, trying to see him beneath those silky lids. "I wasn't thinking so much. Mostly, I was just looking at you."

A lazy bluish eye fluttered open and glanced at him. "I'm surprised you didn't bolt."

"I thought about it, for a second," Clark whispered. Watched blue disappear, and reappear with it's mate.

Lex's sharp eyes focused hard on him. A second hand came over to scratch softly against the skin of his stomach. "I'm glad you didn't."

"Me too." Clark admitted, grateful for the darkness that camouflaged the blush he felt sliding down his cheeks. His neck.

Lips shined as a tongue peeked out to wet them. Lex was so close, his face reaching up. Teeth bit at Clark’s jaw. "I, personally, don't think you should ever leave."

Clark's breath rushed out in a nervous laugh, "I don't think my parents would be too happy about that, Lex."

Soft chuckles tickled the skin on his neck, and he shivered against the sensation. "You say that like it should matter to me, Clark."

Clark jerked back and looked down, surprised, into an amused face. "I thought you liked my parents."

"I do." Fingers unclenched slightly to move up his body, to his face. A finger ran up his neck, past his lips, and through the moist trails across his skin. Teased at his lips, and moved inside. Invaded. "But, to be honest, Clark, I don't give much of a damn about anything right now."

"Lex-"

"Clark." He felt Lex moving, up and over him, and realized he must have shut his eyes. He fought to open them, and found them so, so heavy. He legs were moving up, against him, and he clenched them against his chest when he felt hands moving resolutely down his thighs. Down his ass. "The only thing in my mind is you. Here. Now. Naked, and in my bed. Wanting me." He felt a finger, damp and hot, circle him, and press in just a little. "Opening for me. Accepting me. Nothing else matters."

Lex's mouth was open and sucking hard against the side of his knees. Teeth teased the delicate skin, there. Pulled.

He felt something like an ache as Lex pushed further inside, his finger curving, searching.

And then, his mind exploded. Eyelids no longer weighted down flew open as brilliant colors writhed before his vision.

"Lex." His mouth opened in a silent scream, his voice stolen from the shock of it. Short, needy breaths burst from his mouth and were swallowed by a wide, wet mouth as Lex clamored over him. Sealed their mouths together, and moaned inside his head, inside his mind.

Their mouths jerked together, teeth sliding hard against each other as Lex moved...worked another finger in, harder, faster. Twisted them, and moved them apart. Clark could feel himself spreading open. He could feel the burn, then, and he pushed down against it...into it.

Lex reared up, his mouth gasping, and sticky from Clark's tongue. Clark couldn't resist. Had to touch.

Reached up with a finger, and felt it touch before he thought it would. Perception as screwed up as his brain, and he smiled with the roaring mess of it in his mind. He ran his finger around the wetness, slid it across Lex's lips, his chin, and felt the vibration of Lex's moan.

"Clark, I love you touching me. Don't stop."

Clark's finger dipped into Lex's mouth, feeling the softness inside, and slid out. Spread warm saliva across his chin, and grasped. Pulled him down close. Licked. Tasted.

Lex's face was tight, pinched, and Clark watched a shiver run across the man's shoulders. Wondered. And, felt fingers slide out of him. Felt Lex pumping himself against his ass. The head of Lex’s cock was so hot, and it was bumping against him, hitting against his twitching hole every time. Every thrust.

Clark whimpered, and moved down.

"Not yet." Lex gasped. "I wasn't...Just...hold on." Pumping, faster, longer, and he felt a jarring hot slide of fluid spurt against him. He heard the squeezing, sloppy glide of it as Lex coated himself thinly, and lined himself up.

Pushed in, and IN. So slow, and further in. Lex's mouth was gasping so loudly in the quiet room, and he was arched up. Glossy fingers grasped hard around his knee, and Clark closed a shaky hand around them. He moved his free hand to his other, trembling leg, and grabbed a hold of it. Held on, and pulled himself wider.

Watched, as shocked, HAPPY blue eyes looked down at him.

"Clark, my god." He was in. All the way in, and shaking. So still against him, and the vibration of his quivering was thrumming through him. Up, through his ass, through his sac, into his stomach, and clenching hard in his chest. His face felt as though it would burst open. So hot.

"You said, Lex," Clark gasped, his voice breaking, hitching softly. "You said I'd know. Show me. Show me everything."

Lex's eyes disappeared as he grimaced, drew back, and thrust back in. The glide of it was rough and hard, and he moved, tilted his hips up, and felt Lex slip in deep.

The slide eased, and he felt warmth inside of him, spreading as Lex moved. Over and over, moving into him. Skin slapping against him, and he could hear the moist whap in the air.

He moved his legs, clenching them around Lex's waist, and pulled him in tighter. Reached up, and slid his hands across Lex's stomach. Felt the muscles bunching, and flexing beneath his touch as Lex thrust inside of him.

"Clark," Lex's voice was shaking. Shaking. "So perfect. Better than anything. I'll do anything to keep you. Anything."

He felt the coiling deep inside him, and whimpered as a hot, ready hand clasped itself around his cock, capturing it as it jerked between their stomachs. Fingers twisted across his skin, gliding through the trails of come dripping steadily down the side of his dick. So hard, he was so hard, and Lex's fingers were squeezing him, moving and twisting, and he was thrusting inside of him.

Clark felt himself jerk, felt the heat lance through him, and panted, wild breaths gasping out of his mouth. He was moaning and gasping for air, and then he was not breathing. Air went away, and there was only sensation, inside of him, outside...and he burst. Lex's fingers milked him, forcing drops from him as he whined softly, breath returning slowly to him in needy bursts.

He felt Lex tense above him, and watched, wondrous, as blue eyes flew to meet his. Blinked, slow and stunned, as darkness stole over a pale scalp, through a soft face. Lex groaned, grunted hard and ground his hips against him, gasped and pumped slowly.

Clark felt the heat move through him, slide out around Lex, and he wiggled, grinning sheepishly at the knowing smile on Lex's relaxed face.

He shivered as Lex pulled out carefully, and lay down beside him. Lex hands were sure as they pulled him close, and he nestled his head against Lex's sweaty neck. Felt hands slip into his hair and smooth it down. Heard the breaths as they moved the strands across his scalp.

"Waffles," he whispered.

Lex's hand paused in his hair, nails catching in a tangle, and the fingers moved to lay flat against his head. "I beg your pardon?"

"You said anything, you know, to keep me." Clark said, struggling to hold back a laugh at Lex's bewildered tone. "I want waffles. For breakfast."

The fingers tightened in his hair, lifted him up to stare into Lex's face. Scarred lips were pulled tight in a wide smile. "Waffles?"

"With syrup." Clark whispered.

Lex pulled him back down. "Syrup, huh?" Brushed laughing lips against his temple. "I can work with that."