Yes

The syrup was everywhere. In his hair, in his ear. Dripping down his thigh. Clark turned around, shaking his hands in the air, and yes...in the crack of his sweet, tight ass, too.

Lex smiled. Poor Clark was having such a difficult time. First, the servants had taken his clothes...apparently they were 'lost' somewhere in the mansion. What a shame. Then, the syrup bottle had exploded in Lex's 'shocked' hands. All over Clark. Lex remembered the first explosion fondly...

Stunned, bright green eyes had turned up to meet his as a slow-moving glob of maple syrup dripped from his bangs onto the plate in front of him. 'At least it hit the waffles', Lex had thought gleefully as Clark had jumped up in his chair, the sheet wrapped around his waist falling to the floor.

Darn syrup bottle. It just...didn't seem to know when to stop exploding when faced with Clark Kent's lovely, nude body.

Lex could empathize.

Now, though, Lex was trying to talk Clark into a quick shower. Nervousness seemed to be injected into Clark's veins this morning, and Lex took a calming breath.

"Clark, if what happened with us isn't-"

"Lex," Clark held up a hand, moved closer and placed it against Lex's chest. He could feel the syrup sealing their skin together. "This is about me needing to go home for a little while, and not wanting to be covered in syrup and...other stuff. And, you know, I'm naked."

Lex grinned and nodded, rubbing a finger across the back of Clark's hand. Felt it stick. "You are more than welcome to take anything of mine. As a matter of fact," he leaned forward, licked a stripe of skin clean off of Clark's cheek, "I'd love to see you in anything of mine."

Clark's smile was wide and slightly blinding. Blinking, he stared into it. Clark shook his head and laughed. "I think my dad would rather me show up in syrup than Luthor silk."

He watched Clark's eyes follow his eyebrow as it rose high onto his forehead. Sighing, he moved his finger across Clark's hand, up his arm, and onto his chest. He skated around the thick, dripping patches of stickiness, and walked his finger up Clark's neck. Went around, and grabbed on at the nape, pulling himself in. Plastered himself to Clark's body, and chuckled at the loud squish as he was glued to miles of perfect, golden skin.

"How would he feel about you showing up, wearing me?" Lex joked.

Clark's eyes were a veritable kaleidoscope of emotions, and Lex watched terror, lust, and humor flow through them in an instant.

"Maybe," Lex murmured, swiping his lips across a bit of skin on Clark's throat, "you could just call and say you're staying for lunch."

"Ahhh...I don't know that..."

"Or, perhaps," Was that a freckle? Lex sipped at it with his tongue. Nope, syrup. He sucked on the spot thoroughly. Lifted his head to sigh against Clark's darkened lips. "Perhaps, you could just say that you ran into a meteor mutant. You could say you had to take care of that before going home."

"You want me to lie to my parents?" Clark asked, his voice catching on a groan.

The left side of Lex's mouth lifted in a smirk, "You said your father would prefer you in syrup to Luthor silk. I just thought that maybe...he might prefer a lie to the truth. Or, do you want to call him and tell him that you can't come home because big, bad Lex has tied you up and is sucking syrup off of your cock?"

Clark's eyes were cloudy, caught in a haze, and he blinked rapidly as a couple of words snatched his attention. "Tied me up? I'm not tied up."

Lex tilted his head to the side. Smiled softly.

"Oh. Okay. Yeah, maybe I could call." Maybe, later.

-------------------------That night---------------------------

Martha Kent watched with a smile as her sweet, darling son walked into the house. There was a dreamy smile on his face, and his skin was flushed with health and vitality.

Such a good young man.

And, she was glad he was spending time with Lex. They could be a good influence on one another. Clark could get Lex to open up, experience more everyday sort of things. He could show him what it was to spend quality time with people. And Lex, what with his experience and worldly nature...surely, Clark could benefit from that! Here, in Smallville, there just wasn't a lot of culture or many new things to discover. Martha was certain that Lex could open up a whole new world of things for Clark.

She was still smiling as Clark turned towards the stairs. Still smiling when she quirked her head to the side, curiously. Was that a-?

What on earth?

"Clark!"

Clark turned around, green eyes wide and innocent, as he waited for his mother.

Martha batted at his huge shoulders, and twisted him around. "What on earth is on your butt?"

She felt shoulders go rigid, and she frowned as she looked down. Was that...oil, or soda...or...she reached down and prodded a fingernail at the mess. Syrup.

Maple syrup.

In the shape of a handprint.

"Clark-"

"Mom?"

Martha shook her head. "Nothing, dear. Nothing. Um...so, are you staying in tonight, or do you have plans?"

Clark's voice was off, high-pitched as he spoke. "Lex is expecting me for dinner."

"Well." She nodded. "I suggest you get out of here before your father gets back."

Clark nodded gratefully, and sped up to his room to change. She felt a kiss brush by her face, and heard the 'bye, Mom. Love you,' in the breeze that flew by her face as he left.

"Oh dear."

------------------------Back at the mansion----------------------------

"You put a handprint on my butt."

Lex turned towards the voice in the doorway, and grinned. "Oops?"

"Oops!"

"Clark, think of it this way. If all anyone saw was a little handprint, they probably didn't even notice the collar."